Call Of The Dark

Emma swam around lazily in the pool and she also kept to the side that was bathed in sunlight. She was so angry with him that she didn't want to give him a chance to come near her even in the pool. She supported herself straight with her elbows at the edge. "Yes. And as far as I remember it was you who wanted to come to me all the time. You are attracted to me. In fact, every boy in the village was attracted to me."

Lazarus— he was watching every movement of hers like a predator. His eyes narrowed on her. "Every boy in your village was attracted to you because they were lowly life. They didn't have much of a choice. I am Lord Lazarus and I have a lot of choices over a village bella. Having said that, it doesn't mean that I can't be attracted to you or your charms don't work on me. So come here right now." When she tilted her head and shrugged, he became furious. "I am telling you Emma I am going to punish you for this."

"Umm… pass," she said and then dove in the pool.

"Emma!" he yelled.

She emerged, popping just her head over the surface of water, but still under the sunrays. "Where were you all this time?"

He was desperate to touch her, but as long as she was talking to him, he was going to entice her to come to him. "I was hunting the rogues and overseeing the ritual preparations.

She lifted herself a little more, showing her shoulders. He gulped when rays of sun scattered the light caught by droplets on her neck and shoulders and illuminated.

"Hunting the rogues? I thought you were with Maeve."

"I was with her too." Only the first few hours. But he couldn't admit that. He couldn't also admit that he had been stalking her at night, barely able to go back. He was trying to keep himself away from her and failed. Miserably. But would he admit it? Never.

She emerged a little more and now the upper swells of her breasts were visible. She tugged the lace slightly lower and if not for his willpower, he would have come right there and then, seeing the wicked tan line.

"I have more questions," she said.

"Go ahead," he said. He was dying for her to finish her questions and swim towards him. He had to be patient like the predator of the night.

"How much did you think about me when you were away?"

All the time. His throat bobbed. He couldn't lie so he had to circumvent the truth, bend it to fit his deception. "I do think about you and what a fine body you would be for Maeve."

She emerged higher and now he could see that her lace was nearing her nipples which were straining against the fabric. Just one more question and then she would be out. He was going to grab her and trace her away.

"I don't like you!" she snapped.

"The feeling is mutual," he growled but then why was his throat burning? He surely hated her. "Now come here! I want you."

Emma gritted her teeth. "I have changed my mind," she said and then dived back inside the pool and reached where she was sitting earlier. Glaring at him, she picked up the bottle of wine and instead of drinking it, ran the wine down her cleavage. She tilted her head and teased him, "I know that you are longing to cup these. Isn't it?"

"I have spent the past three days imagining how it would be to suckle and draw blood from them. Now I will do exactly that." Before Emma could speak a word, he traced to her, grabbed her and then traced to her the forest outside Upper North Jupan. He didn't know where he had taken her, but he didn't stay there. His destination was the cabin that he had built for himself, that was hiding somewhere in the topmost peaks of the mountains in the north.

"Let me go!" she squealed, but he continued to press her face in his chest and traced her one more time.

When he was inside the log cabin, slowly he made her slide down his body, all the while smelling the sun on her and that tan that made his sanity toss out of the window. How could one be so beautiful, have such golden skin and yet be so attractive? He had always imagined Maeve's beauty when she would enter Emma, but he would have never imagined her to possess golden skin and this tan.

"Where am I?" she snapped as she pushed against his very hard muscles and an equally hard shaft. "Why did you get me here? You don't even want me!"

"You are becoming braver, dove. Let me show you what I am! I can snap your neck in a second and you wouldn't know that you are dead."

"Do it!" she screamed. "Do it now and end this agony!"

"I am growing tired, Emma. So just stop it and let me see what's mine." He traced his fingers over her arms, dying to get her out of clothes, dying to see those curves. He was imagining this for the past three days and now he felt better. Her scent of violets calmed him.

"Get Maeve for yourself!" she shouted and then spun away from him.

He yanked her against his chest, grabbing her waist and traced her to the bedroom. Before she knew, he was crawling above her. With her chest heaving, she watched him crawl over her and trap her. His hands were beside her head and his muscles were so strained that she could see veins popping out of them. His chest rumbled with a low growl. She placed her hand over his chest and her thighs clenched in anticipation. She was so starved of him the past three days. He had left her and the anger inside her chest built to the point that she lifted her hand and slapped him.