the
lake. Voyeurism didn’t suit him, went against every moral he possessed and
every vow he had taken as a Champion, but he felt compelled to watch.
Every night he ground his teeth against the urge to reveal
himself when she floated on her back and offered up her glistening breasts to
the stars. Every night his control slipped free when she stepped onto the
shore, a thin sheet of water caressing her supple flesh. How could he possibly
contain it when she wiped the moisture from her skin, her hands lingering on
the very spots he imagined a hundred times covering with his mouth?
Each and every night he surrendered to the need to touch and
whirled around her, inhaling her enticing scent, caressing every precious inch
of skin the water had caressed. He believed she felt nothing more than a summer
breeze.
On the night the elders had chosen for Diana’s
transformation, Sebastian entered the minds of her friends and sent them on
meaningless errands. He needed these last few hours alone with her. Sebastian
had run out of time, something he found he couldn’t get enough of with Diana.
Taking longer than usual to undress, Diana hesitated with
each piece of clothing she dropped on the ground. When her gaze darted to the
hemlocks bordering the yard, he darkened the shadow engulfing him. Riddled with
guilt over what he intended to do when she returned home, he went over the past
week for the tenth time, searching for something, anything that might delay the
hunter’s sentence and possibly save Diana.
From what he’d seen, Diana didn’t believe vampires even
existed, much less that her father killed them. Watching her when she was home
had revealed nothing. Most nights she and her father ate dinner together, but
Frank, peering out the window as if he expected to find someone lurking there,
barely spoke.
Fearing the hunter may have psychic abilities that ensnare
his victims, the elders had banned entering his mind. Sebastian had no choice
but to watch and listen. He didn’t have to delve into Diana’s mind. Her
loneliness shimmered in her eyes every time she glanced at her father.
Following her when she left her house had only raised more
doubts. Too often, her eyes would stray in his direction. Too often, she
clutched that locket as if it held some power. But she embraced the night with
a fearlessness he doubted could dwell in one who believed in vampires, much
less lured them.
Her possible innocence haunted him.
Diana walked into the water until the shimmering ripples
splashed against her nipples. His cock, hard since the moment he awoke and set
out to see her, twitched with need. Although he had made a habit of stealing
caresses by turning into mist, he held back. Tonight he had to keep his lust
for Diana under control. His need to throw her to the ground and claim her by
fucking her senseless made him feel too much like the teen his mother had
created.
Diana had become more and more like the helpless, innocent
virgins he’d defiled in his youth. The guilt of what he’d done in the past kept
him from diving into the water and Diana.
When she finally emerged from the lake and raised her arms
up to the stars, he delved into her mind and searched one last time for any
knowledge of her father’s crimes, for any reason to bring the hunter’s sentence
to a halt.
Shock, denial and a strange sense of longing filled him when
he uncovered a vision of his hands emerging from a gray mist swirling around
her body. Her need, her yearning for his touch was so powerful that he imagined
he heard her voice in his mind calling to him, her phantom lover.
Filled with despair, Sebastian took to the air and returned
to Mina’s Cove.
Later, as he walked down Main Street in Mina’s Cove, he
wished he could tell the vampires strolling past him that he refused to harm
the hunter’s daughter, that he would kill anyone who tried, but he saw hope in
their eyes, hope that tomorrow they would no longer have to fear Frank Nostrum
and his
lake. Voyeurism didn’t suit him, went against every moral he possessed and
every vow he had taken as a Champion, but he felt compelled to watch.
Every night he ground his teeth against the urge to reveal
himself when she floated on her back and offered up her glistening breasts to
the stars. Every night his control slipped free when she stepped onto the
shore, a thin sheet of water caressing her supple flesh. How could he possibly
contain it when she wiped the moisture from her skin, her hands lingering on
the very spots he imagined a hundred times covering with his mouth?
Each and every night he surrendered to the need to touch and
whirled around her, inhaling her enticing scent, caressing every precious inch
of skin the water had caressed. He believed she felt nothing more than a summer
breeze.
On the night the elders had chosen for Diana’s
transformation, Sebastian entered the minds of her friends and sent them on
meaningless errands. He needed these last few hours alone with her. Sebastian
had run out of time, something he found he couldn’t get enough of with Diana.
Taking longer than usual to undress, Diana hesitated with
each piece of clothing she dropped on the ground. When her gaze darted to the
hemlocks bordering the yard, he darkened the shadow engulfing him. Riddled with
guilt over what he intended to do when she returned home, he went over the past
week for the tenth time, searching for something, anything that might delay the
hunter’s sentence and possibly save Diana.
From what he’d seen, Diana didn’t believe vampires even
existed, much less that her father killed them. Watching her when she was home
had revealed nothing. Most nights she and her father ate dinner together, but
Frank, peering out the window as if he expected to find someone lurking there,
barely spoke.
Fearing the hunter may have psychic abilities that ensnare
his victims, the elders had banned entering his mind. Sebastian had no choice
but to watch and listen. He didn’t have to delve into Diana’s mind. Her
loneliness shimmered in her eyes every time she glanced at her father.
Following her when she left her house had only raised more
doubts. Too often, her eyes would stray in his direction. Too often, she
clutched that locket as if it held some power. But she embraced the night with
a fearlessness he doubted could dwell in one who believed in vampires, much
less lured them.
Her possible innocence haunted him.
Diana walked into the water until the shimmering ripples
splashed against her nipples. His cock, hard since the moment he awoke and set
out to see her, twitched with need. Although he had made a habit of stealing
caresses by turning into mist, he held back. Tonight he had to keep his lust
for Diana under control. His need to throw her to the ground and claim her by
fucking her senseless made him feel too much like the teen his mother had
created.
Diana had become more and more like the helpless, innocent
virgins he’d defiled in his youth. The guilt of what he’d done in the past kept
him from diving into the water and Diana.
When she finally emerged from the lake and raised her arms
up to the stars, he delved into her mind and searched one last time for any
knowledge of her father’s crimes, for any reason to bring the hunter’s sentence
to a halt.
Shock, denial and a strange sense of longing filled him when
he uncovered a vision of his hands emerging from a gray mist swirling around
her body. Her need, her yearning for his touch was so powerful that he imagined
he heard her voice in his mind calling to him, her phantom lover.
Filled with despair, Sebastian took to the air and returned
to Mina’s Cove.
Later, as he walked down Main Street in Mina’s Cove, he
wished he could tell the vampires strolling past him that he refused to harm
the hunter’s daughter, that he would kill anyone who tried, but he saw hope in
their eyes, hope that tomorrow they would no longer have to fear Frank Nostrum
and his
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