Cain's Identity(32)

He would have to allow him to come closer, before he could jump up from the bed and tackle the person who meant to harm him. Tense seconds passed when a scent drifted into his nostrils. His heart stopped and in the next split second he rolled to the other side, reached his arm out and grabbed hold of the intruder, while his other hand pressed the stake against a heaving chest.
“Cain!”
He’d recognized her even before she’d spoken, but that hadn’t stopped him from wrestling her down onto the bed and immobilizing her by pinning her with his body. Only now that he was sure that Faye was unarmed did he remove the stake from her chest and reach for the bedside lamp. When its light bathed the room in a soft glow, he looked back down at her.
“Why are you attacking me?” she asked, a twinge of panic in her voice, while her eyes stared at the stake he was still holding.
Instead of an answer, he asked, “How did you get in?”
She gave him a bewildered look. “Through the secret passageway.”
So she knew about the tunnels. Had he himself told her or had she found out some other way? Had he once trusted her so much to confide this secret in her?
“Why are you here?”
From the way she was dressed, he already knew the answer. Only a thin silk negligee covered her enticing body. He felt it rub against his naked torso. Lower down, his bare legs slid against hers, and the skin-to-skin contact heated his body. In a few seconds, his cock would be as hard as an iron rod if he didn’t separate himself from her this instant. Unfortunately, he couldn’t command his body to release her. Instead, he kept pinning her down onto the mattress, one hand encircling her wrist, the other braced next to her head, still holding the stake.
“I need to talk to you,” she pressed out.
“Talk, huh?” He gave a quick shake of his head. “It doesn’t look to me like you’re here to talk.” He gave her outfit a meaningful look. If she wanted to talk, she was wearing the wrong clothes. No man with a pulse would be able to listen to anything she had to say, while his eyes were busy devouring the tempting curves beneath the flimsy fabric.
“Why are you treating me like this?”
“How am I treating you?”
Faye turned her head to the side as if she couldn’t bear to look at him. “You know then. He told you.” An audible breath left her chest. “I wanted to be the one to explain it to you before you heard it from somebody else. That’s why I’m here.”
“Then explain.” Cain released the stake to shelve her chin and turn her face to him. God, she was beautiful, her face as flawless as a precious doll. “And look at me when you do.”
“My entire world shattered when you died. Every day I prayed for a miracle, I prayed to wake up from this nightmare. But you were gone.”#p#分页标题#e#
A wet sheen formed on her eyes, and Cain had to refrain from comforting her and kissing her to wipe away her sadness.
“My love for you never died.” Her hand came up, but before she could stroke his cheek, he’d grabbed her wrist and pinned her arm down.
“Yet you gave yourself to my brother! So you could be queen!” Cain ground out. “Your time of mourning wasn’t even over yet, and already you were with him! As if I’d never existed! How do you think that makes me feel, Faye?”
White hot jealousy radiated through his entire body. His fangs itched for a bite, and he didn’t stop them from descending.
Faye flinched. “I don’t love him. I could never love another man but you.”
He wished he could believe her words. But he didn’t know Faye, had no idea what she was capable of, how far she would go to get what she wanted.
“God damn it, Faye! So if you don’t love him, then why would you want to marry him?” He dropped his lids, disappointed. Some of the anger left his voice. He wanted to understand her, to find out why she’d chosen Abel. “Just so you could be queen?” He shook his head, his heart aching now, his voice cracking. “Is that all you want? Is that why you’re here now? Because you know that Abel won’t be king now? Because I’m king? Is that why you want me back?”
A single pink tear ran down her cheek, while she pressed her lips together. On her next breath, a sob tore from her chest. “You’ve stopped loving me.”
He couldn’t bear seeing her like this. Her tears broke his heart in two. “God damn it!” he cursed and sank his lips onto hers before he could stop himself.
Cain swallowed her surprised gasp and dove between her parted lips. Faye tasted as sinful as she looked. He knew instantly that she was everything he’d ever dreamt of. Her lips were soft and yielding to his demands, her body beneath him pressing against him with a voiceless plea. So much hunger and need emanated from her. The thought of her desires being directed at him made the vampire in him want to roar and beat his chest like an ape displaying his superiority.