Twice Tempted by Jeaniene Frost
Mentally, I cursed him in English and Romanian, but out loud I said, “Would you give me some of your blood to heal me?”
Another flash of teeth, now with fangs. “Come and get it.”
I approached him the same way I would a swaying, upright cobra—with extreme caution. Being in close proximity to Vlad was dangerous, especially since we both still had feelings for each other. The odd sort of “time out” we’d experienced on the plane was over, so touching him now was playing with fire—literally—and he’d made sure that I had no choice.
Yes you do, my inner voice hissed. Take a beating instead!
I paused, considering that, and Vlad yanked me to him. Despite my anger, I was the one who felt like shocks of electricity sizzled into me when his body touched mine. For the briefest second, I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. Then I snapped them open and stared up at him in challenge.
“Going to give me your blood or not?”
His grin was gone, replaced with a tight-lipped, savage intensity. Then he brought his wrist up, bit down deeply on it, and held it over my mouth.
I didn’t look away as I parted my lips, taking in that warm, sharply flavored liquid. I never thought I’d miss the taste of blood, but with one swallow, I knew I’d missed his. My eyelids felt heavy with the strangest sort of bliss, yet I refused to close them. Keeping them open proved almost as treacherous. The look in his eyes when I sealed my lips over the punctures and sucked sent heat rocketing straight to my core.
Have you missed this, too? a dark part of me whispered. It wasn’t my hated inner voice; it came from somewhere else. A place that felt like it only flared to life when Vlad was near.
His lips parted, showing the tips of his fangs. “Ask me again and I’ll show you.”
A threat? A sensual promise? Both? I moistened my lips. Even both would give me more pleasure than I could stand—
“No,” I said, the single word echoing from my vehemence.
His embrace was my drug of choice, and as any addict knew, one sampling was too many—and a thousand never enough.
Then I pushed him away. Something dangerous smoldered in his gaze but he did nothing to stop me. Several torches flared to life, allowing me to find my way to the exit without tripping or groping about. Once I reached it, I turned back to him.
“I meant what I said. We still need to talk.”
“Be in my private lounge at ten tonight. Otherwise, I’ll consider the matter closed.”
His private lounge, the same place I used to cross every morning because it bridged his bedroom with my old room. I’d sooner face a firing squad than go there, but if I refused, Maximus could stay locked in this dungeon for centuries.
The smile Vlad flashed me before he disappeared into the darkness said he already knew what I’d choose.
Chapter 21
I entered the lounge at exactly ten p.m. Vlad was on the sofa, two wineglasses and a bottle on the obsidian table in front of him. The TV was off and the light from the fireplace cast a soft glow over the rust-colored couch.
Memories assailed me as mercilessly as I’d feared. Vlad and I had spent many evenings unwinding with a bottle of wine on that couch. We’d done other things there, too. Unbidden, warmth crept through me that had nothing to do with the blazing fire.
I tried to squelch it with bluntness. “You didn’t misunderstand why I wanted to see you, did you?”
He laughed, and that half growl, half-amused purr played havoc with my senses even as my hackles rose.
“You think I’m trying to seduce you? How presumptuous, considering I’ve never allowed an ex-lover back into my bed.”
I glanced at the wineglasses, the romantic lighting, and finally back at him. If Vlad wasn’t trying to seduce me, then he was taunting me with what I couldn’t have. I’d dressed in a simple navy sheath that rose no higher than my knees. His black pants molded to his lower body, while his white shirt contrasted like snow against his tailored ebony jacket. That shirt was open, revealing all of his throat and the first few inches of his chest. Platinum cuff links winked when they caught the firelight, and his long, dark hair was combed back, all the better to highlight his lean, sensual features and arresting copper eyes.
The only thing missing was him slowly pouring hot fudge onto that bare expanse of chest. Then any court in the world would consider this sexual entrapment.
His smile widened. Crap, I’d forgotten to sing to keep him out of my thoughts.
“Fine. We’re both here for platonic reasons and we’ll leave it at that,” I said, hating how husky my voice had become.
“Fine.”
All of a sudden he was inches away, bringing me eye level to his open collar and the skin I’d just imagined drizzling with chocolate. I swallowed. Think of the dungeon and his broken promise, not how intoxicating he tastes even when he’s not covered in dessert!
The dungeon image helped. “You need to let Maximus go,” I stated, my voice stronger now.
“No. Wine?”
I blinked, anger covering my desire. “You promised you wouldn’t torture him, but being imprisoned in a dungeon for centuries counts as torture.”
Vlad held out a glass and then drank from it himself when I refused with a sharp shake of my head.
“No it doesn’t,” he said, still in that damnably unruffled tone. “Since I’ve firsthand experience with both, I assure you that torture and imprisonment are very different.”
“You’re splitting hairs. You knew exactly what I meant when I asked for your promise.”
A shrug. “I’ve honored my word as it was given. If you wanted more, you should have specified.”
“I was drugged!”
“And I was coerced,” he replied, his gaze narrowing. “Many would consider that reason enough to invalidate a promise. I don’t, and Maximus knew that betraying me would cost him. Because of you, it hasn’t cost him as much as it should.”
“This is just what you did with Marty,” I seethed. “Giving me a promise that’s useless after you’re done playing word games with it, then you get offended when I call you a liar!”
Vlad set his glass down so hard I was amazed the stem didn’t snap. Then he went to the door. When he opened it, I thought he was going to order me out. Instead, he left.
“Where are you going?” I called.
“To kill Maximus” was the reply that drifted back. “If I’m a liar, I may as well get full value out of it.”
“Wait!”
He’d already made it to the end of the hall by the time I ran out to him, but at my frantic call, he turned around.
“You can’t have it both ways, Leila. Either I’m a liar or I’m not, and if I’m not, then you have no cause to cry foul over what I’ve done to Maximus.”
Frustration made me go right for the jugular. “He’s the only reason I survived after that gas line bomb. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”
He came toward me with the unhurried gait of a true predator, making the hallway feel like it shrank around me. The closer he got, the more I instinctively moved away. It wasn’t until I saw the mahogany paneled walls that I realized he’d maneuvered me back into the parlor.
“Yes, it does. That’s why I forgave him for telling me he was checking on his people when in reality, he was stalking you. I won’t, however, forgive his repeated lies after the explosion. Those weren’t to save you. They were to keep you from me because he wanted you for himself.”
“He really thought you might’ve been behind it,” I muttered.
Vlad rolled his eyes. “You believed that, but Maximus knew I wouldn’t murder an innocent woman out of spite.”
“He thought your injured pride might’ve made you more homicidal than usual.”
“No, he wanted to fuck you.”
His even tone vanished, replaced with one that sounded like razors over shattered glass.
“If he believed any of what he told you, it was only to assuage his guilt for betraying me.” His eyes chang
“You thought I killed a bunch of people to fake my own death so I could run off with Maximus?” If my voice got any higher, all of the nearby glass would shatter.
“You believed I ordered your death out of injured pride because you left me.” His gaze raked me. “Don’t pretend to be the injured party when you also leapt to the wrong conclusion.”
At that, my temper snapped. “Of the two of us, who’s more likely to have killed those people?”
His smile was sharklike; all teeth, no humor. “Me, but you still should’ve known better. Martin, who I tortured the day we met, contacted me after the explosion because he knew I hadn’t done it. Yet you, my once-treasured lover, were so convinced I might that you let me believe you were dead.”
I barely heard the last sentence. My mind seized upon one thing, shock replacing my anger.
“Marty contacted you after the bombing? But that would mean he . . . he wasn’t . . .”
“Wasn’t killed in the blast,” Vlad supplied, his lips curling. “Terribly cruel of me to let you believe that someone you cared about was dead, wasn’t it?”
Rage collided with a tidal wave of joy. Those wildly contrasting emotions proved too much. I lunged at Vlad, snarling, “Damn you!” while happy tears sprang to my eyes.
He caught me, lifting me several inches off the ground. At this height, we were eye level, and the look on his face would’ve made me take a step backward if I could.
“Don’t,” he said, the word falling like a hammer. “You’re the only one who’s struck me without retaliation, but you’re not my lover anymore so I won’t be as lenient again.”
I hadn’t intended to hit him. True, I’d wanted to shake him until his fangs rattled for letting me believe my best friend was dead—and wait until I got ahold of Marty!—but that urge drained away as I stared into his eyes. His expression was so thunderous I should have been afraid, but something other than fear began to fill me. Unable to help myself, I glanced at his mouth. It looked hard, but if I leaned forward a few inches, I knew it wouldn’t feel that way . . .
Suddenly his mouth was on mine, proving that I was wrong. It did feel hard. The stubble on his face felt rougher, too, plus I’d have bruises from how forcefully he yanked me down to him.
And nothing had ever felt better. Rapture burst forth, scorching everything else in its path. I kissed him back so fiercely that I tore my lip on his fangs, yet the sting didn’t register. All I knew was his taste, like spiced wine mulled with the darkest of fantasies. How his arms crushed me closer while his heat seared through my clothing. The sensually brutal way his tongue twined with mine, and the overwhelming urge I had to touch him as fast as my hands could race over his body. I needed him as much as the jagged breaths I snuck in between kisses, but another emotion proved stronger, giving me the strength to push him away despite every cell in my body howling in protest.
“What are you doing?” I managed.
His expression was nothing short of ferocious, and if his gaze grew any hotter, I’d burn beneath it.
“You’ve never had angry sex. I’m about to show you what you’ve been missing.”
At those words, the throbbing between my legs became painfully intense. In spite of that, I stopped him when he swooped down to kiss me again.
“You said you’d never take an ex-lover back.”
His mouth descended to my neck with devastating effect. “You’ve proven to be the exception to my rules.”
Those burning lips made the cool pressure of his fangs feel that much more erotic. Still, a deep-seated hurt overrode the passion slamming into me.
“Not all of your rules.”
Vlad made a sound too harsh to be a growl. “You won’t be satisfied until you’ve brought me to my knees, is that it?”
“Why not?” It shot out of me with all the recklessness of my still-broken heart. “You brought me to mine.”
He released me so abruptly I had to use the couch to steady myself. Without his body against mine, I felt cold despite the pleasant warmth of the room.
“I told you that you can’t have it both ways, and that’s true for us as well.”
Did I miss something? “What are you talking about?”
“I’m Vlad the Impaler,” he said, biting off each word. “I’ve survived for over five hundred years because if someone crosses me, I kill him, and if I am betrayed, I exact my revenge. I told you this when we met, yet you’re still upset when I act on it.”
“Oh, you don’t have to remind me how merciless you are,” I said, bitterness leaping to the surface.
“Obviously I do,” he replied. Then he cupped my face with hands so heated they felt like brands.
“You claim to love me, but the man you love doesn’t exist. That man wouldn’t have survived years of beatings and rape as a boy because sheer hatred kept him from breaking. That man wouldn’t have impaled twenty thousand prisoners to terrorize a larger advancing army because fear was the only tactical advantage he had, and that man wouldn’t have imprisoned one of his closest friends for lying to him over a woman he was enamored with. I am not that man.”
His hands dropped and he stepped back, his expression still frighteningly intense.
“You see, you don’t want me to love you. You want the version you’ve made up. The knight, even though I’m the dragon and I always will be.”
Then he left. This time, despite my calling out, he didn’t stop. In the seconds it took me to get to the hallway, he was gone, the two open windows at the far end still vibrating from his exit through them.
Chapter 22
I went down to the second floor, so upset over Vlad’s accusations, I walked right by my family without seeing them.
“Leila,” Gretchen snapped, jerking my attention to the sitting room I’d just passed. “What is your problem?”
“What’s my problem?” Hysterical laughter bubbled, but I choked it back. “I wouldn’t know where to begin.”
My father’s gaze swept over me, taking in my mussed hair, swollen mouth, and sparking right hand.
“Gretchen, I want to have a word with your sister.”
She shrugged. “Go ahead, I’m not stopping you.”
“He means leave,” I said wearily.
This was the last thing I needed, but I’d put him through hell recently, and everyone knew how paybacks worked.
She got up, muttering, “You’re lucky Vlad covered my expenses for the year,” under her breath.
“What?”
“Gretchen, go,” my dad ordered.
She did, leaving me alone with my father. I plopped onto the couch opposite his, noting the differences between this sitting room and the one I’d left. The colors were lighter and there were no weapons or barbaric shields over the fireplace. All at once, I hated the apricot and cream decor and the white hearth with the insipid oil landscape above it. This room lacked complexity, fierceness, passion . . .
It lacked everything that Vlad was.
“So he’s covering Gretchen’s expenses for the year.” Of course he hadn’t told me that. Vlad seldom mentioned his thoughtful deeds. “That’s very generous of him.”
My dad glanced around pointedly. “He can afford it.”
“He can also mesmerize her into forgetting she ever met him and drop her back at her apartment without a cent,” I said in a crisp tone. “Come on, Dad. Give credit where it’s due.”
That salt-and-pepper head snapped up. “I do. He promised to bring you back safely and he did. He promised to let us return to our lives when the danger had passed and I believe him. But he refused to promise to leave you alone, and from how you look now, he’s made good on his intentions not to.”
I was a grown woman, but I didn’t think I would ever feel comfortable discussing my sex life with my dad. In thi
“It’s not what you think. We’re not back together.”
“You’re still in love with him,” he said flatly.
Not according to Vlad! my inner voice mocked. He thinks I’m in love with a version of him that doesn’t exist.
I drew in a deep breath. If I could pull that voice out, I’d send it to the moon with all the currents I’d shoot into it. But thinking that way made me one step up from Gollum in The Lord of the Rings. Soon I’d be arguing with my own reflection.
“When does love solve anything?” was what I replied.
My father grunted. “You’re too young to be so jaded.”
I held up my right hand with a short laugh. “You remember what I see with this, right? Everyone’s worst sins, so I might only be twenty-five, but I haven’t been young for a long time.”
He was silent for several moments. At last, he nodded.
“I suppose you haven’t.”
Then he leaned forward, lowering his voice to a whisper. “But, baby, you’ve got to stay away from Vlad. In my decades in the military, I’ve met all types of hardened men, yet I’ve never looked into any of their eyes and felt afraid. When I look into his, it’s like someone just walked over my grave.”
A rational reaction considering Vlad wasn’t your average soldier, mercenary, warlord, or anything else my dad could compare him to. In many ways, he was a slice of history’s untamed past among us, yet I had only one response. While it was the last thing my father wanted to hear, it was also the truth.
“I don’t feel that way when I look at him.”
Then I rose, filled with renewed determination. Vlad thought I loved a faux version of him because I couldn’t handle the full Dracula? I’d prove to him—and my hated inner voice—that he was wrong.
“Good night, Dad. There’s something I need to do.”
I made sure to mentally sing the most annoying song I could think of in case Vlad had come back. What I was about to do might be risky, but when was my life not risky? Besides, the last two times I’d used my powers, I’d only gotten a nosebleed. I’d also had Vlad’s blood today, so that further decreased the danger. In short, it was now or never.