Worse than that was the miserable, hot, prickling need slamming through her. The low, relentless burn between her legs, spreading through her entire body. Now that she wasn’t running, it returned. When would she start to beg?
He considered her, cocking his head to one side. A few soft strands of black hair fell over his forehead. “I told you not to look.” There was no inflection to his voice, it was a passionless murmur. “But look you must. Are you happy? Are you satisfied?”
Selene’s shoulders slumped. I could bite him. What would he do if I bit him? Would he hold me down and…
Nikolai let out a low pent breath. It was for effect—he didn’t need to breathe, did he? He only did it when he wanted to.
He slid one hand around her waist, flattened it against the small of her back. His fingers scorched through her sweater. “I forgive you much.” His hand exerted a little pressure, enough that she shifted back away from him, resisting. “I forgive you because you are young, and because you are unique, and because you amuse me.” A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “Sometimes you even surprise me, which is rare. But sometimes, my Selene, I wonder if I forgive too much.”
She tried to twist free, but he had her, one hand on the small of her back, the other over her mouth. Tears trickled down her cheeks. He pulled her close to him, closer, until she could feel something very definitely alive pressing against her belly, through his jeans and her sweater. I could give a lecture on this, she thought hysterically. Vampire Anatomy: Dead or Alive? I never even knew a Nichtvren could get a hard-on—they didn’t cover that in the textbooks.
It was her effect on him—her effect on any man. Maybe it was pheromones, maybe it was only her cursed power making sure it could complete itself. Nikolai had known what she was the first time he smelled her.
Or so he said.
“Now,” he said, leaning down just a little, whispering in her ear. “You disobeyed me. You tossed my last gift to you away like a piece of trash. You also acted as a complete fool, dropping your defenses and working the Art while you sat in the back of a police car. And I saw where you found the Power for that trick, my sweet.” He was murmuring, and Selene shut her eyes. Her entire body shook now, straining against his, recognizing that here was something it needed. Something that could take the ache away. “I wonder how you’re feeling.”
He took a step, and let her move too, back toward the bedroom. Only the nightlight in the hall broke the darkness of her apartment, but that would present no difficulty to him. Not to a Nichtvren, who could see in complete dark.
“Well?” He moved, his legs bumping hers.
Selene’s body betrayed her. Her hips jerked forward and her hands came up, sliding along his arms to find his shoulders and clenching, trying to pull him forward. Her lips parted, and she sobbed in a breath behind his hand. Two.
I hate myself. It was the only clear thought in the straining welter of sensation she’d become, her curse awake and alive under her skin. I hate him and I hate myself. She tasted salt, and kissed his palm, her lips softening, unable to help herself.
“I see,” he continued, pitilessly. “The succubus needs her food.”
That’s not what I am! She wanted to scream, but his hand was still over her mouth.
“You are the only tantraiiken of adult age to walk the earth freely for five hundred years, and you do so because of my protection.” He moved her back a step at a time, toward the bedroom. “If I were cruel, dear one, sweet Selene, I’d chain you in a stone cell and let you suffer. Let you burn for a little while, until you better appreciated me and the liberty I allow you.” Then he gave a bitter little laugh, and Selene went liquid against him, relieved. She knew that sound.
He would give her what she needed. He would make it stop.
Then she could do what she had to do. Find out who had done…that…to Danny.
“Please,” she mouthed against his palm, before she could stop herself. “Nikolai.”
I am such a whore. Loathing filled her mouth like spilled wine, added another complex layer to the straining need pounding in her blood.
“Hush.” He pushed her through the bedroom door, kicked it shut. She flinched, shaking so hard she couldn’t walk, and he pushed her down on the bed. She landed hard, her head flung back, her back arching. The covers were still thrown back.
Danny, the part of her that wasn’t crazed with need sobbed. Danny. Oh, my God. My brother is dead, and what am I doing? God help me.
He stood there, watching her shake against the cotton sheets. Selene bit her lower lip. That was a mistake—the pain now fed the loop of sensation, fear and pain and lust driving in a circle that wrung shuddering little sounds from her.