Blurb:
Lance devoted his life to serving a vampire, Elizabella,
until the day she committed suicide. These tragic events bring another vampire,
Tavok, into his life. Though Lance knows immediately that he and Tavok belong
together, he wonders if he deserves to find love while still so overcome by
grief.
Tavok can hardly control himself when he meets Lance, his
fated mate. Tavok knows Lance needs time to grieve, and he does his best to
wait. Everything is perfect when they finally make love, but then Kadlin, Elizabella’s
twin, arrives and makes no secret of his desire to possess Lance. Kadlin
disappeared years ago after aligning himself with a demon, and Tavok will do
anything to keep him away from Lance.
When Kadlin spirits Lance away to the demon realm, Tavok is
racing against time to save his mate before Kadlin does something that will
separate the two lovers forever.
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Lance turned and
looked behind him, searching for Tavok. Movement within an archway caught his
eye, and he stood and walked in that direction. He found Tavok concealing
himself in a corner, looking guilty and partially hiding his face behind his
long blond hair.
Lance bowed
slightly. “Your care is appreciated, my lord, but you’ll only tire yourself
worrying about me all the time.”
“You’re all I can
think about, Lance. I can’t help it.” Tavok came out of the corner and stood
only inches away. “And please use my name. It makes me happy.”
Lance appreciated
Tavok’s bluntness, yet something about it felt very demanding now. “I’m
adjusting. Forgive me,” Lance said. Tavok licked his lips, and Lance mirrored
the gesture, longing to kiss him. They had not kissed yet, though Tavok healing
his wound had made Lance’s blood boil like no kiss ever had.
“How are you? I
know you need time, but I want nothing more than to comfort you.”
My greatest
comfort would be found with my cock buried deep inside you. “I know … Tavok.” Lance cast his gaze down. “I am
well. She was unhappy, and if the gods are merciful she is now at peace. I will
recover from losing her far sooner than I will forget how I failed her.”
“You loved her so
much.”
Tavok’s whispered
words nearly shattered Lance’s heart. He’d never heard such sadness in anyone’s
voice, not even Elizabella’s. He made himself look into Tavok’s eyes, knowing
he had to set this straight.
“Tavok, I know
what you’re thinking, what everyone thinks. I was not in love with her. I am
not mourning the loss of a lover. She was so good to me. And after she lost her
mate,” he shook his head, feeling momentarily overwhelmed, “she needed me so
much. I don’t know why she chose me, but it pleased me that I could give her
something no one else could. It was never sexual or romantic.”
Tavok looked
extremely relieved, though he did a good job of composing his features under
Lance’s scrutiny. “I am glad to hear that, but it seems unfeeling of me to be
happy while you’re suffering.”
“I know you can’t
help it.” Lance smiled sadly. “When she met her mate, she came home singing.
She danced around the foyer, twirling like a little girl in a new gown.” His
smile faded as he thought of the foyer and pictured her jumping to her death.
“Lance?”
“Yes?”
Tavok came forward
and took Lance’s face gently in his hands. “We can talk about it, or we can be
silent on the subject. I want to spend the evening getting to know you. Tell me
what you need, and you shall have it.”
Lance looked into
Tavok’s eyes, which were green now. Vampire’s irises remained white most of the
time, and crimson and black were the only colors that had the same meaning for
all of them. Was green sadness for Tavok? Longing? Lance didn’t know, but
spending the evening together would help him learn. “I would enjoy spending the
evening with you.”
“Then join me in
my room. We can talk or play a game of castles.” Tavok smiled. “I could read
you some of Ettore’s bad poetry.”
Lance gave him a
small smile. “I have not played castles in so long, I am sure you would win,
and I will pass on the poetry. I want to talk with you.” I want to touch
you, want to take you.
“Good. I’ll walk
you back. I need to feed, but I will only leave you a few minutes.”
Lance grabbed
Tavok’s hands as he began to pull away, and Tavok stared at him with wide eyes.
Lance released Tavok’s hands after a moment, trying to rationalize his
reaction. The idea of Tavok taking from another angered and upset him.
“What is it,
Lance?” Tavok’s face fell. “I didn’t think mentioning drinking blood would
bother you. Elizabella drank directly from you, didn’t she?”
“Only at the end,
after her wits were completely gone. This has nothing to do with her. I’ve kept
myself at a distance, but I was not rejecting you. You should be drinking from
me.” While he didn’t want to be dominated or subdued, he didn’t like thinking
of Tavok drinking from another more often than he had to. “I can’t give you as
much as you need until I’m turned, but feed from me tonight?”
Tavok pressed
close and put his arms around Lance’s neck. “I’m happy to hear you have no
doubts about me turning you. I could not go on without you if you chose to live
a human lifespan.” He ran one hand into Lance’s hair. “I only wanted to give
you time, but I have been longing to drink from you since I first scented your
blood. That brief taste as I healed your wound was not enough. Oh yes, I’ll
feed from you tonight.”
The rapturous and
lusty expression on Tavok’s face made Lance moan, and he wrapped his arms
around Tavok, whose eyes widened again in surprise. They were starting to go
crimson already. Lance crushed his mouth against Tavok’s. The vampire
stiffened, but then he began to fight for control. The clash of teeth and
tongues made Lance hard, and he knew Tavok could feel it. Tavok tightened his
fingers in Lance’s hair. Feeling even bolder when Tavok sighed, Lance grabbed
his hips and began to grind their bodies together.
