Undeniable (4 page)

A goddess.

His purpose there forgotten, he imagined his arms held her
as she danced, could almost feel her naked body crushed against his.

She swirled around naked, illuminated by the moonlight for
all to see, but from what he’d heard tonight, Diana really was a virgin. Even if
he hadn’t heard it, he would have known. Knew back at the meeting by her pure
scent clinging to the strip of cloth. Would still know without that clue.

He had sensed her apprehension and seen the soft blush sweep
across her cheeks when she had talked so cavalierly to her friends about her
desires. He empathized with the fireman. Diana obviously had no idea what she’d
done to the man when she had allowed him to touch, maybe even taste, but not
possess. Damien couldn’t have been more accurate. Diana was truly an innocent.

His mother’s deception didn’t surprise him. If anything, he
now understood why she’d wanted him to keep his distance. A virgin—one who’d
never totally given herself to a man, one whose blood had no male scent marring
its purity—drew his kind like a moth to a flame.

Virgin’s blood smelled and tasted sweeter than any other.
For years, Olympia had ensured nothing else quenched his thirst, addicting him
to the lifeblood of innocents. His fangs shot out as he imagined Diana’s blood
sliding down his throat like warm honey. So enticing, so damn addictive.

Too weakened by Damien’s attack to deal with a virgin, he
moved to leave, but Diana and her friends chose that moment to run into the
lake. Entranced, he watched her dive under, then thrust her perfect bottom
above the black water. He wished he could transform himself into water, rise up
and lap at her pert nipples, flow between her legs and slip deep into her
pussy. His cock twitched as he licked his lips and imagined grazing her clit
with his fang.

Diana gasped and glanced in his direction.

Then again, maybe his mother was right. How could Diana, a
mere human, sense his presence? Why did he, one who had yet to relinquish his
sexual dominance to even the strongest female of his kind, feel bewitched by
this beauty?

She stepped onto the shore. Rivulets of water trailed down
her body, zigzagging to the very spots his fevered mind had become obsessed
with. Her nipples pebbled, tempting him to taste. She shivered, then vigorously
rubbed her hands up and down her arms.

Before he realized what he was doing, he warmed the air
surrounding her. She stilled, took a step toward him, then shrank back into the
warm cocoon he’d created. Laughter tickled his throat when she leaned her head
forward and stuck her crooked little nose into the cool air, then scrunched it
up. His laughter died, his eyes focused on her teeth as she sucked in her lower
lip and gnawed on it.

Passion and a bloodlust stronger than any he’d ever
experienced seized him. White-hot pain streaked through his veins and brought
him to his knees. Diana’s virginity shimmered around her like an aura, a pure
white glow that beckoned and promised untold delights. Thrust into the past
where control succumbed to hunger, he felt the chains that had imprisoned his
addiction all these years snap, one by one. Fearing the last would soon give,
he threw his head back and roared in denial.

Diana and her friends screamed. Sebastian watched in shock
when, instead of taking cover behind a distant boulder like her friends, Diana
crept up to the hemlock he hid behind, then slid her hand in and swept aside
some branches. Instinct and years surviving amidst humans brought him back
under control.

Muscles smoothly banding up her calves and thighs flexed
inches from his face. Before she peered directly at him, he altered her
perception so that no matter how intently she searched where he hid, she would
only see a shadow. To probe her mind for any knowledge of his stepbrother’s
death, he looked into her eyes.

Huge orbs of verdant green splashed with gold, like the
mountains when the first rays of a new day kissed the peaks of the trees, held
his gaze. Dawn dwelt in Diana Nostrum’s eyes and its beauty mocked the photos
and paintings covering the walls in his house. Dawn. So deadly. So exquisitely
beautiful. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Spellbound, Sebastian wondered if he just discovered Frank
Nostrum’s weapon.

“It sounds like it’s hurt,” Diana called over her shoulder
to her friends.

“Di, get away!” Terry yelled.

Diana spun around, unwittingly planting the soft white
globes of her sweet ass just above his head. The need to touch her slammed into
him. Too many years, too many nights spent in the arms of beautiful vamps had
left him confident that he could handle the effects of any female. Fangs,
nails, everything grew in defiance of his will.

“Thanks a lot, Terry. Just leave me here.” She planted her
hands on her hips.

Terry peeked over the top of the rock. “And let some wild
dog sink his teeth into my tits? They cost me a fortune. Di, get the hell away
from it. It could have rabies or something.”

He tried to growl, but his clenched teeth and throat
strangled the sound.

“It sounds more like it’s dying,” Diana muttered.

Dying? He was definitely dying. Did she have any idea that
the bouquet of her sex filled his lungs, that he need only tilt his head up and
forward a few inches to taste it? An unimaginable compulsion to mate waged war
with his ever-weakening control. The need to feed upon her was so powerful
that, for the first time since puberty, he feared he would not be able to stop
until he had devoured her very soul. He squeezed his eyes shut, held his
breath.

“It’s all right. I won’t hurt you,” Diana crooned and leaned
forward.

Sebastian opened his eyes. The tender cleft below amber
curls still damp from the lake hovered mere inches away from his face, exposing
way too much to his hungry gaze. His eyes focused on her clit. He didn’t think
it possible, but his cock grew even harder. The growl that escaped this time
sounded, even to his own ears, like that of a wounded animal.

Damn Damien. His attack had weakened Sebastian more than he
thought and left him defenseless to the effects of the hunter’s daughter.

“Terry, we have to help it. The poor thing’s in pain.”

Terry leaned out from behind the boulder. “Diana Nostrum, if
you get yourself mauled, I’ll never forgive you. Just leave it alone! Please,
you’re scaring me.”

He could smell Diana’s mounting fear, a pungent aroma that
called forth the Champion he’d put to rest for this mission.

“Come on, boy. I won’t hurt you,” she whispered.

The cinnamon of her breath and the tangy smell of her
arousal ate away at his control.

Diana absently rubbed her hand between her legs and mumbled
to herself. “I’d better meet this guy, soon. I’m getting horny at the sickest
times.”

Undeniable hunger reared its head. His fangs grew so quickly
they nearly nicked his lower lip before he could adjust his jaw. He tore his
gaze from Diana’s hand, from the sheen of her own juices coating her fingers,
from the swollen clit peeking out from her cropped curls. Her hypnotic eyes
beckoned, but somehow he managed to avoid them. His eyes, damn them, focused
instead on her mouth, her lips, her teeth.

Sebastian closed his eyes and tried to break free of her
spell, to flee before he found himself trapped in her father’s pen, but the
scene unfolding in his mind held him prisoner. He licked his own lips as he
envisioned Diana’s gliding down the length of his cock. His fangs throbbed when
he imagined the subtle scrape of her teeth as his cock delved deeper into her
warm mouth. He imagined her tongue sweeping down his shaft, suckling, lapping
up the first drops of cum. Her eyes would gaze up innocently and he would grab
her hair, ball it around his fist and…

Sebastian dug his nails into his thighs. His cock felt as if
it had turned to stone. The woman was Medusa reincarnated. She deserved
everything his mother planned for her and more! Her body had to be burned,
buried, hidden from all male vampires before her father destroyed every male of
their kind.

How did she do it? Even now, even after the idea of her
giving him head had nearly sent him out into the clearing with nothing in mind
except to shove his cock down her throat, Sebastian’s concern for
her
safety held more power than for his own. If he touched her, he would definitely
hurt her.

Run!
He hurled the thought with a force she couldn’t
ignore.

Diana staggered back and shook her head. She glanced over
her shoulder at the row of heads peeking over the top of the boulder and yelled,
“Cut it out, guys, you’re going to scare it.”

Her friends exchanged puzzled glances.

She squatted down to his level. Her legs opened just enough
for him to see the lips of her pussy gape open and reveal the glistening juices
of her arousal. Sebastian drew in a deep breath and cursed his mother for
sending him on this mission. His rage cooled his desires.

But then Diana lost her balance and nearly tumbled into the
opening. She would have landed on him if he hadn’t shoved a cluster of branches
into her hand.

“Ow!” She settled onto her heels and peered at the tip of
her finger. A bead of blood oozed out of a tiny scratch.

Sebastian watched that drop of blood swell, watched her
finger disappear between her lips. The sight and pure scent of her blood propelled
him over the edge.

He did the only thing he could…for her…for him. He fled,
moving with preternatural speed. His only consolation was the brief glance of
her erect nipples across his biceps when he gave in to temptation and sped
around her, then raced back through the hemlocks and into the forest. He knew
she only saw a gray blur, felt the caress of a slight breeze, but he felt
branded, and although he managed to put some distance between them, he felt
that she had somehow captured him.

He soared into the air and made the mistake of glancing
down. His eyes took in the scene below. Moonlight glanced off the glass of one
of the French doors leading onto the balcony of the house as it opened. The
adolescent Sebastian had sensed earlier stepped out.

Diana spun around, her eyes narrowing. Her hands rose to her
nipples as she struggled to breathe against an explosion of fluttering wings in
her chest. “What the hell was that,” she whispered, then turned to her friends
and yelled, “Did you guys see that?”

“Bobby Wilson’s out with his camera,” Mary cried out.

Diana screamed, took a step toward her friends, then froze.
If she ran across the lawn, she’d definitely be the latest hottie on the little
runt’s website.

Then again, she could be some animal’s dinner. Saying a
prayer, she pushed her way through the hemlocks.

Once on the other side, she glanced toward the house and,
discovering that the third floor balcony gave Bobby’s camera a clear shot over
the hemlocks, ran toward the dark cover of the towering pines separating his
property from the next. As she ran, she kept glancing over her shoulder at the
balcony. She caught sight of a tiny kitten directly in her path just before she
hit a tree. Her heart lurched when she realized a tree could not possibly be
this warm or wrap its branches around her and hold her prisoner.

Flinging her head back, she opened her mouth to scream, then
quickly clamped it shut when the towering shadow enveloping her descended. Her
mind shut down, then exploded with sensation. Warm lips imprisoned hers, coarse
material grazed her nipples and thighs and the hard, hot, unmistakable ridge of
a cock pressed into her stomach. Logic claimed a man held her. Her eyes
disagreed.

A man shrouded by nothing more than shadows, the adult in
her that refused to accept her father’s tall tales rationalized. A vampire, the
child she’d ignored all these years insisted. A vampire who would sink his
teeth into her neck and drain her until she drew her last breath.

Her lungs seized, strangling her scream. Calling upon years
of self-defense and kickboxing, she tried to knock his legs out from under him.
Her heel slammed into the tree behind him. Diana yelped into the stranger’s
mouth.

He grabbed her under the arms and slid her body up higher.
Thoughts of escape shattered when his clothes scratched her skin and the bulge
of his hard cock found a new home in the apex of her legs. Even through his
pants, she burned from the heat of his cock. She inwardly cringed when her body
responded. Her mind wrapped around how long and wide his cock felt, how good it
would feel pounding into her.

Deep within her pussy, muscles tensed with need. Her clit
radiated tremors of pleasure throughout her body. Surely, this stranger felt
the moist heat of her desire through his clothes.

Wrapping one arm around her back, he slid his hand down her
side and over her hip. Her mind, fearing, anticipating its destination and
intent, zeroed in on that hand.

Something inside her shifted when his palm skimmed down her
leg, cupped her throbbing heel and rubbed it with a tenderness she hadn’t
expected. The pain vanished. Her fevered mind followed the path of his hand
back up her leg, inch by inch, until it came to rest on her buttocks. His
fingertips grazed the crease between her thigh and cheek, slid between her legs
and stopped short of delving into her needy pussy. His body turned to stone.

He drew her closer and pressed her hips into his.

What she was sure had merely been a means of silencing her
evolved into much, much more the moment a soft moan replaced her muffled
screams, the moment her hands stopped pushing at his chest and clenched onto
his shirt. The moment her body took control of her mind and scattered all
rational thought.

Passion overshadowed fear. Her body shuddered, then melted
into his as he slid his tongue between her lips and licked her teeth as if they
were just as enticing as her naked body. He ground the hard ridge of his cock
into her and tortured her clit and swollen lips until she spread her legs and
opened her mouth. Fortress walls no other could scale crumbled as she awaited
his invasion.