Mate's Lore 1(4)
No. Surely not.
“Wait.”
His eyes snapped to hers. Dark, fathomless, deadly.
“This isn’t happening,” she whispered. Maybe she’d tripped, knocked her head and was stuck in the middle of a really confusing nightmare.
His mouth hitched at the side. Damn, but he was good to look at. His dress shirt clung to him in all the right places. Dark jeans hugged legs of steel. For a second she was tempted to get into the car, to forget about her life. To focus solely on the delicious man in front of her, but who was she kidding? He was a monster. He drank blood for effort’s sake. It wasn’t going to happen.
He lifted his brows.
“I think you may’ve made a mistake,” she somehow managed to croak out.
Compared to the mob of screaming ladies, she was greatly under dressed. She loved cupcakes far too much, especially vanilla ones with strawberry icing. As a result, she had plenty of feminine curves. Her ex had complained on many occasions, he’d even gone so far as to set up an appointment with a dietician for her.
“No mistake,” his deep voice did strange things to her insides. Those dark eyes slid down the length of her body and a furnace switched on at her core.
Tanya climbed into the SUV. How could she not? Once they were somewhere private, they could talk this out and he would soon realize that he’d made a huge mistake and take her back.
Somewhere private.
On second thought, maybe they should discuss this now. Brant slid in next to her, his scent engulfed her. All man. So delicious she bit down on her lip to stop herself from whimpering.
Using every last ounce of resolve she had, she turned to face the big vampire. “So you drink blood?” Damn, that’s not what she meant to say.
His lips twitched in anger?…amusement?
“Sorry. Forget it. I don’t know what I was thinking. Do I call you Lord or Your Majesty?”
“You may call me Brant.” This time he did smile and her heart did a flip flop. The cutest dimples appeared on either side of his sinful lips. When he swept his tongue across the expanse of those generous folds, she had to suppress a sigh.
“As to the blood…” Something flared in his eyes as they dropped to the pulse at her neck. “I only partake from other vampires, so you have nothing to fear.”
She nodded feeling oddly disappointed. It was like she’d actually felt excitement at the prospect of him biting her. No freaking way.
“What is your name?” He stretched out on the soft leather seat, his thigh brushed hers. Heat seared at the area where their bodies touched.
It took a few seconds for her to register that he had spoken. “Oh, um…Tanya Milan.” What an idiot, she extended her hand out.
His eyes crinkled at the edges, he leaned forward and clasped her hand in his much bigger one. The air must have thinned because she struggled to draw a breath.
“It is good to meet you Tanya Milan.”
Man oh man, she was so screwed. She loved the way he said her name. Loved it far too much for a woman trying to escape.
Chapter 2
Delicate, delectable so undeniably beautiful he couldn’t help but take her in. Dark hair that cascaded halfway down her back. Tall for a human. Tanya’s curvaceous body had him drooling. She wore a shapeless t-shirt that did nothing to hide lush breasts. Her hips were flared and her ass was shapely enough to take a firm hold of…if the need arose. His cock twitched at the thought of all that warm softness underneath him. Brant tried to adjust his seat, needing to relieve the pressure building behind his unforgiving zipper.
Another thing he liked was her fierceness with more than enough determination to match.
“Why did Zane…I mean King Zane choose that woman? She didn’t want him. It’s nothing short of rape.” The moment the words were out, she bit down on her plump bottom lip. Twitchy as a deer down a hunter’s scope.
It was with great effort that he managed to lift his gaze. Her large hazel eyes were beautifully framed by long, black lashes.
“It’s understandable that she is afraid, yet you must know that her fear is unjustified. Zane might be a bastard but he would never force himself on a female.”
“She doesn’t know him and she didn’t look like she wanted anything to do with him.”
He found himself smiling at her…again…how bizarre. “Are you afraid?”
“Should I be?”
Her heart rate remained even. The only time she’d shown any major physical emotion was when he’d shook her hand.
“Come here,” he patted his lap.
“I don’t think so.” Her eyes were wide. They gleamed with defiance.
“I won’t bite. Not much anyway.”