Gerard has been told what his destiny is his entire life. He’s different from humans, he is “of the Blood,” destined to become a vampire. However, he defies his heritage, becoming a werewolf to avoid being forced to become a vampire, even though the werewolf clan he joins believes he has come to them to prophetically end the war between werewolves and vampires. He soon finds himself playing a strange and twisted game with Morgaine, the queen of the vampires. One moment she’s offering protection from the vampires, the next she seems determined to have Gerard, body and soul. Every encounter with her pulls him deeper into her demented world, but with his lover and his new allies in danger, he has few choices. She could destroy them all with a thought, but if the prophecy is true, he may find the ultimate way to end her dark reign.
Gerard knocked on the door, but before he could even take a breath and collect his thoughts, the door swung open. Aria stood there, her long black hair flowing down her back, her blue eyes sparkling. She pulled him inside, a smile exploding across her face. And then she kissed him full on the mouth, taking away what breath he’d had left.
She sighed as she pulled away. “I’m so glad you’re safe. Let’s get out of here.”
She grabbed some bags and pointed to two others. “I’ve got everything. I’m never coming back here.”
Gerard still stood stunned. “Morgaine explained everything?”
“Yes. Come on.”
“Okay.” He shut the door and carried her bags out to Erika’s car. He opened Aria’s door for her, then put the bags in the trunk.
Just calm down. You’ve talked to the queen of all vampires, you can talk to the girl you like. He took a long, deep breath. The beautiful girl you hardly know who just kissed you.
He got in the car and started back to Simon’s. “So you’re okay with this?”
“Yeah, I am. I nearly freaked out when Morgaine showed up in my living room, but I’m handling it just fine.” She paused for a moment, but then asked, “So you didn’t know I thought you were hot?”
“No,” he managed to say. “I’m psychic, actually, but I never probe people. It’s not polite.”
“Opening doors and everything. God, you’re so nice. Such a gentleman.”
He laughed. “I hope that’s a good thing.”
“Of course it is, but you always looked so…I don’t know, forbidding. That’s why I never tried to talk to you. I’m not shy, in case you haven’t noticed, but you never smile. You always wear dark clothes, and you hide behind your hair a lot, and never talk to anyone. You look like you’d rip someone’s throat out if they said the wrong thing.”
Gerard couldn’t help feeling taken aback. “Are you serious? Hell, no wonder even my sister thinks I’m a brooder. Do I really look like that? Do I really give off that vibe?”
“You definitely have that dark, brooding, romantic look down. And I’m certainly not objecting to that. Can you see something if I think about it?”
“What? Oh, yeah, in your mind I can. Hang on, let me pull over.”
She laughed. “Safety first. Morgaine was right. You’re adorable.”
Gerard concentrated on what he was doing, trying to keep his face from flaming red. Geez, how am I suddenly every girl’s sweet gothic dream?
“Okay. Think about whatever you want to show me.”
She looked into his eyes, and he found it hard to get a fix on her. That had never happened before. He didn’t want to read her thoughts. He just wanted to kiss her.
He saw himself in Crimson, a club where goth kids and vamps alike hung out. He sat at the bar, alone, drinking a beer. He stared at the bar in front of him, occasionally looking around. His body looked tense as he slumped over the bar in black jeans and one of his old leather jackets. His eyes were narrowed, giving him a defensive look, and his hair was falling over his face and shadowing it. He had to admit, he did look brooding and a little mean.
Yikes. No wonder everyone avoided me.
“I just heard that.”
Gerard blinked and looked at Aria. “I was still in your mind. I can tell you things if I concentrate hard enough. It’s hard because you’re not psychic, but the blood helps form a link.”
She nodded. “See what I mean, though?”
He shrugged. She liked me? Even when I looked like that? “Yeah. It’s probably because I was around vamps. I get defensive. I used to be that way around my sister too because she always defended them.”
He started the car and got back on the road.
“Are you going to ask me out, or are we going to go straight to me being your girl?”
Gerard smiled. “I think you’ve always been my girl,” he said softly.
“What?” She leaned close to him.
He laughed. “Yes, you’re my girl.”
“No. You said, ‘I think you’ve always been my girl’. I just wanted to hear you say it again. It’s a great line.”
“But it’s not a line.”
She put her head on his shoulder and then whispered in his ear, “That’s what makes it so great.” She kissed his cheek and settled her head back on his shoulder.
He tried to concentrate on the road, hoping his cock wouldn’t get any harder, because there was no way she’d miss seeing it from her present angle.
Apparently she did notice it. She ran her hand over his hard length and asked, “How far away are we?”
“It’s about five more miles,” he said tightly.
“You wanna pull over?”
He took a deep breath. “We hardly know each other.”
“Since when do guys care about that?”
He slowed down, trying to keep his body and his emotions under control. “Not all guys are alike, and we aren’t all like that anyway.”
She laughed. “I know. I’m just teasing you.” She stopped caressing him, but her hand stayed on his cock.
“I mean,” he said, struggling to get the words right, “really and truly, I would love to pull over, but I’d rather wait.”
She moved her hand to his waist and hugged herself to him. She felt good and natural there. They didn’t know each other at all, yet it just felt right. Was this how Erika felt when she met Lucas? Was this really what it felt like to have an instant connection with someone?
He put his hand on her leg and squeezed her knee, needing to touch her more. Maybe this is why I see her in my dreams. Maybe I knew from the moment I saw her we were meant to be together.
He took his hand off her knee and put both hands on the wheel, pushing the accelerator down.
“You were saying?” she asked, a hint of laughter in her voice.
“Huh? Oh, right. I was saying that I’d rather wait until we get back to the house. My room has the hugest bed you’ve ever seen.” He smiled down at her.
He looked back to the road. “Glad you like it. It’s gonna be there all night.”