Dark Gold. Christine Feehan. Dark Series – book 3

“You are shaking, piccola,” he pointed out softly, his breathing a little more ragged than he would have liked. He wanted to keep her right where she was. If he allowed her to run now, he would lose valuable ground. His hand moved over her silky hair in a soothing gesture. “We are both all right. Nothing happened.”

“What do you mean, nothing happened?” she demanded. “I drank your blood.” The very thought of it now made her sick, and her stomach lurched convulsively. She had wanted to do it, needed to, and her hunger was sated for the time being, but her body was alive with need.

“I told you there were ways. You have no need to worry you will harm Joshua. I will see to all your requirements. It is my right.” His voice softened to velvet. “It is my privilege.” His hand found her throat, settled there possessively, her pulse beating frantically into his palm. The edges of her sweater were still parted, revealing the enticing swell of her full breasts. Alexandria didn’t seem to be aware of it, still so shocked at her wanton behavior and her feeding on Aidan’s blood that she couldn’t think of anything else. The sight of her was not helping to cool his hot blood. He had a sudden desire to crush her to him, to bury his teeth in her, and drag her fully, kicking and screaming, into his life.

Alexandria carefully avoided looking down into his lap. His masculine body was exposed to the night, hard and thick, with no apologies. Unlike her, Aidan didn’t appear in the least embarrassed. In fact, it was obvious he felt he had a right to her. She stared up at the stars pushing their way through the scattered wisps of clouds. The night was beautiful and calming. The feel of his hand wrapped around her throat should have frightened her, but instead she felt cherished.

Alexandria moistened her lips. None of her emotions, so intense, were characteristic of her. “Are you certain you didn’t direct my actions?”

“You are my lifemate, Alexandria. Your mind and body recognize me as such. The bond between us will only grow, as will the need. Such is the way of our people. It is probably a protection for our longevity. Rather than paling over time, our sexual need for each other gets stronger. There will come a time when we must give in, or the consequences will be dire.” He tried to choose his words carefully, yet still be honest.

She picked the image out of his mind, blushing furiously. “Violence? We would come together in violence? I don’t have experience—we’ve already established that—and I’m not even certain I like you. Why is this happening between us?”

His breath came out in a long sigh. At least she was talking instead of running. He had to hand it to her, she had courage. “You have never felt physical attraction for another man because you were made for me. Your body needs mine. You are my lifemate.”

“I hate that word,” she snapped resentfully. “You’ve taken my life away from me. I don’t even know who I am anymore.” Her blue eyes met his. “I am not going to just hand myself over to you without a fight.”

His thumb brushed her jaw, sending waves of fire beating at her. “I have already taken over your life, as you have taken over mine. It is done.”

“I don’t think so,” she objected, her chin lifting defiantly. All at once she became aware of her sweater gaping open. With a little gasp of dismay, she dragged the edges together. “Do you mind?” she said indignantly, pointedly glancing at his all-too-masculine display.

He gave a lazy shrug. “It is not exactly as if I can comfortably put everything back together again.”

She blushed furiously. “Well, don’t talk about it, for heaven’s sake!”

He found himself smiling in spite of the raging demands of his body. With unhurried movements he positioned himself within the confines of the tight cloth and buttoned the fly. “Does that make you feel safer?” he teased tenderly.

His voice sent a shiver of pure pleasure down her spine. No one deserved to have a voice like his. And his mouth. She stared up at it, caught by the chiseled perfection of it. No one should have that tempting a mouth. Her heart was slamming painfully against her chest. His mouth was mesmerizing, like his voice. Close. So close. She could almost feel the heat, the hot beckoning of his mouth.

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