pen. They had every right to believe their Champion would protect them,
every right to believe Marek’s stepbrother would avenge his death.
As he waited at a light, he caught sight of his cousin Tomas
and Tomas’ friend Diego standing in front of the Town Hall. Tomas waved
eagerly. How many times had Marek stood waving on their porch as a child,
jumping up and down whenever Sebastian came home?
Sebastian’s heart ached. Marek had been the only vampire he
could talk to, the only one who made him laugh, smile, forget that he would
forever walk in darkness. Marek had been Sebastian’s light. He had no choice.
He had to ensure no other vampire lost his light in the dark. It was
time, way past time for Diana Nostrum to join the creatures of the night.
Chapter Three
“Sebastian, you greedy bastard!”
Diego’s lust-filled voice boomed in the silent room and
grated on Sebastian’s already frayed nerves. He’d warned the vamp before and
twice after entering Diana’s bedroom that they would only talk telepathically. Diego!
Diego pressed his palm down the length of the hard ridge
straining against his jeans. You’ve been coming here and watching her every
night this week and you never invited us?
Sebastian clenched his fists when Diego took a step closer
to Diana’s bed. I think you should wait outside, Diego. You’re making a fool
of yourself.
“Forget it. I’m staying put.”
Tomas’ nails dug into the footboard. He can’t even
remember to keep his stupid mouth shut.
Come on, Sebastian , Diego pleaded, desire shimmering
in his eyes as his gaze darted between Sebastian and Diana. We could play
with her a little before you do it. You’ve got her in such a deep sleep, she
won’t feel a thing, let alone remember.
“We could,” Sebastian replied aloud. “Or I could rip your
throat out. And believe me, you will remember every second.” The sharp stab of
his nails growing into his palms failed to penetrate the red haze of anger
Diego’s cavalier comment spawned. Surprisingly, he found he could no more
control his rage than he could the menacing growl strangling his words.
Diego and Tomas hungrily stared at Diana as she slept
beneath a sheet transparent enough to reveal a body that would have inspired
Michaelangelo to sculpt a mate for David.
Clues about Diana surrounded them, had bombarded Sebastian
from the first night he’d followed her home. It amazed him that Diego and Tomas
had barely noticed them tonight. They hadn’t even glanced at the framed photos
of her mother, photos he’d watched her hold to her heart every night. Would
they react differently if they’d heard her nightly prayers for the safe return
of the woman who’d turned her back on Diana and left her in the care of a man
like Frank Nostrum?
Trophies and ribbons for kickboxing were squeezed between
toe shoes of various sizes, but he couldn’t blame Tomas and Diego for ignoring
the extent of Diana’s triumphs. They had never watched her practice each skill
with a merging of power and grace that had left Sebastian in awe. They didn’t
know she reveled in her strength, but hated the way the muscles in her legs
bulged.
And the CDs. Did they understand why she always played sad
songs, why tears hovered on her lashes as she sang? He thought he understood.
“Damn.”
Sebastian turned at Diego’s whisper. Diego’s hand moved
toward Diana’s head. Her cheek rested on the edge of the bed. Sebastian, having
been in Diego’s position every night for the past week, knew just how much the
young vamp itched to lift her head and feel the heat of her breath flowing over
his cock. He probed Diego’s mind.
Lewd images of the three of them feasting on Diana’s naked
body nearly ripped Sebastian’s ever-weakening control from his grip. His
muscles bunched painfully as he fought to maintain the distance necessary to
keep Diego alive. He shared the images with Tomas. You choose fools for
friends, little cousin. If he moves his hand,
every right to believe Marek’s stepbrother would avenge his death.
As he waited at a light, he caught sight of his cousin Tomas
and Tomas’ friend Diego standing in front of the Town Hall. Tomas waved
eagerly. How many times had Marek stood waving on their porch as a child,
jumping up and down whenever Sebastian came home?
Sebastian’s heart ached. Marek had been the only vampire he
could talk to, the only one who made him laugh, smile, forget that he would
forever walk in darkness. Marek had been Sebastian’s light. He had no choice.
He had to ensure no other vampire lost his light in the dark. It was
time, way past time for Diana Nostrum to join the creatures of the night.
Chapter Three
“Sebastian, you greedy bastard!”
Diego’s lust-filled voice boomed in the silent room and
grated on Sebastian’s already frayed nerves. He’d warned the vamp before and
twice after entering Diana’s bedroom that they would only talk telepathically. Diego!
Diego pressed his palm down the length of the hard ridge
straining against his jeans. You’ve been coming here and watching her every
night this week and you never invited us?
Sebastian clenched his fists when Diego took a step closer
to Diana’s bed. I think you should wait outside, Diego. You’re making a fool
of yourself.
“Forget it. I’m staying put.”
Tomas’ nails dug into the footboard. He can’t even
remember to keep his stupid mouth shut.
Come on, Sebastian , Diego pleaded, desire shimmering
in his eyes as his gaze darted between Sebastian and Diana. We could play
with her a little before you do it. You’ve got her in such a deep sleep, she
won’t feel a thing, let alone remember.
“We could,” Sebastian replied aloud. “Or I could rip your
throat out. And believe me, you will remember every second.” The sharp stab of
his nails growing into his palms failed to penetrate the red haze of anger
Diego’s cavalier comment spawned. Surprisingly, he found he could no more
control his rage than he could the menacing growl strangling his words.
Diego and Tomas hungrily stared at Diana as she slept
beneath a sheet transparent enough to reveal a body that would have inspired
Michaelangelo to sculpt a mate for David.
Clues about Diana surrounded them, had bombarded Sebastian
from the first night he’d followed her home. It amazed him that Diego and Tomas
had barely noticed them tonight. They hadn’t even glanced at the framed photos
of her mother, photos he’d watched her hold to her heart every night. Would
they react differently if they’d heard her nightly prayers for the safe return
of the woman who’d turned her back on Diana and left her in the care of a man
like Frank Nostrum?
Trophies and ribbons for kickboxing were squeezed between
toe shoes of various sizes, but he couldn’t blame Tomas and Diego for ignoring
the extent of Diana’s triumphs. They had never watched her practice each skill
with a merging of power and grace that had left Sebastian in awe. They didn’t
know she reveled in her strength, but hated the way the muscles in her legs
bulged.
And the CDs. Did they understand why she always played sad
songs, why tears hovered on her lashes as she sang? He thought he understood.
“Damn.”
Sebastian turned at Diego’s whisper. Diego’s hand moved
toward Diana’s head. Her cheek rested on the edge of the bed. Sebastian, having
been in Diego’s position every night for the past week, knew just how much the
young vamp itched to lift her head and feel the heat of her breath flowing over
his cock. He probed Diego’s mind.
Lewd images of the three of them feasting on Diana’s naked
body nearly ripped Sebastian’s ever-weakening control from his grip. His
muscles bunched painfully as he fought to maintain the distance necessary to
keep Diego alive. He shared the images with Tomas. You choose fools for
friends, little cousin. If he moves his hand,
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