Part 2
Chapter 7
The female wasn’t much to look at but her scent still intrigued him, as it had from the first time he had seen her. It was carried to him on the early morning breeze. Ripe berries mingled with the fresh scents of nature that surrounded her. Pine needles, sunshine and succulent female. Surely he had never scented anything as good.
Zane recalled how much she had affected him on the day of the choosing. How her hands had become little fists. How angry she had looked when she had tried to save his chosen female. How with her high emotion, her scent had blossomed into something much more intoxicating. His cock had twitched then just as it did now.
She sat on a bench on his front porch, the one that overlooked the lake. A small overnight bag at her side. The female wore jeans and a sweater. Why she had chosen to cover herself from neck to ankle was beyond him. They didn’t have much time before he was expected to deliver her back to Brant.
Zane sighed. He wasn’t sure how to proceed, had never had to court a female before. They had always just been there, willing. Most pursued him. Somehow he doubted she would be like any vampire female he had ever encountered.
It was long overdue to find out though. Zane moved from the cover of the trees and strode towards his cabin. The female’s eyes widened as soon as she spotted him. She stood, her hands closing around herself as a form of…protection. Her scent changed. The bitter smell of fear permeated.
She was right to fear him. Many had died at his hands. He proceeded, hoping she was stronger than what she looked.
He stopped in the space directly in front of her. Her large, hazel eyes widened even further reminding him of a timid deer. Her chest heaved. The bitter scent becoming so intense that he could taste it on his tongue, and he had to fight not to grimace.
He wanted to tell her that she was safe but knew the words would be a lie, so he clenched his jaw instead. A tiny whimper left her throat which brought his attention to the area. Two tiny red holes had blood rushing to his ears.
Brant had drunk from her. Possessiveness like nothing he had ever felt before took a hold of him. Now that he was up close, he could also smell the other vampire’s scent on her. They had rutted recently. The feeling of possessiveness increased. It was an unusual feeling. Not one he had felt before. He didn’t like it. The need to mark her with his own scent almost overpowered him. He leaned in to sniff at her throat so that he could hone in on her own unique scent. He needed a second to ground himself.
The female whimpered, “Please don’t hurt me.”
Zane ignored her plea and instead he shoved his leg between her thighs, pushing himself against her. Her breasts were generous, soft mounds that flattened against him. He put a hand under her top, flattening his fingers against her belly. She had warm, satiny skin.
“Please.” The scent of fear went up another notch. Her chest no longer heaved which meant she was holding her breath.
“Be still. I don’t plan on harming you. I only wish to explore what is mine.”
A shuddering breath. “I thought I could choose. I’m not yours.”
“For the next twenty four hours you are under my roof. I can do with you as I please and touching you pleases me.”
Her eyes hardened. “Brant was a complete gentleman. He allowed things to progress at a pace that I was comfortable with.”
“Then Brant was a fool.” Zane slid his hand up her smooth stomach wrapping his fingers around her breast.
She made a sound of protest, which he ignored. Zane squeezed lightly watching as her pupils dilated before him. He growled in approval at the soft flesh beneath his palm. Her nipple hardened beneath his caress. The heady aroma of her arousal had his dick hardening between them.
“Take off your clothes.”
She gasped and shook her head.
“You might say no, but your body says yes.” He used his free hand to clasp her jean covered mound. “If I were to dip my finger inside you, I would find you wet and ready.”
“Please, I don’t want to die.”
Zane had to work to keep his hold on her relaxed. “What kind of bullshit have they been feeding you?”
“Did you kill that girl?”
“I am a ruthless killer and in answer to your question, yes I did but not in the way you think.”
Her eyes threw daggers at him. Zane found that he didn’t like how readily she believed the worst of him. Especially when he shouldn’t give a shit either way. He reminded himself that he needed her. Make that, his coven needed her. “Come inside I’ll show you around.”
Her shoulders slumped in relief as he moved away from her. Females had always clambered for his attention. Had been honored when chosen to warm his bed. They had always enjoyed his touch. This was all new. In short, he didn’t like it. Not one bit.