will
try.” Not much, but coming from him, it meant a lot.
They
turned onto a dirt track that cut between the trees. The thick forest suddenly
opening into rolling lawns. Tanya had a ridiculous urge to rub her eyes.
Perched on the highest hill was an honest to God stone castle. Just like the
ones from the story books she had read as a little girl. The ones she loved so
much that they had sparked her love for books, which ultimately had led to her
dream of buying the bookstore. The stone castle had three towers and a flag.
The only thing missing was a moat and drawbridge. The large iron and wood doors
were open.
“And
how is it that you mocked Brant about his mansion?”
“This
is way better.” Zane winced as he exited the vehicle. He waited while she did
the same.
The
castle, just as the cabin had been, was practical. It might lack flash but it
was comfortable. Homey even. Passages were long and wide. The rooms were big
and airy. There were a number of both male and female vampires there. The place
was busy.
“Does
your whole coven live here?”
“A
large number do but no not everyone. The West Tower is mine.” Zane moved
slightly ahead of her, moving to the right and up a winding stair case. Tanya
noticed how his hand sought support from the wall every few steps. Zane paused
more than once as they made their slow ascent. Sweat dripped from his brow and
his skin had paled by the time they made it to his…chamber. She struggled with
a better word. An old fashioned version of a loft maybe. There were large
windows. A wooden trussed ceiling and shock horror in the form of a four poster
bed with carvings of massacres in the dark shining wood.
What
the hell was wrong with the man? She noticed an elevator in the far corner. Why
had he insisted on walking?
Zane
stripped out of his shirt and jeans. Her face heated. The air caught in her throat.
She looked away.
“Female.”
She turned. Zane was between the sheets on the large bed. His broad chest had
her mouth-watering. Aside from Brant, there was another very good reason why
she shouldn’t have sex with this man. Make that scary vampire. Yet, the more
she got to know Zane, the more she realized he wasn’t that scary after all. The
problem was that the very good reason she shouldn’t have sex with him kept evading
her. Brant seemed very far away as well.
She
swallowed hard. Not sure of what to do. If she joined him in bed, they would
end up having sex.
“Female.”
He sounded irritated this time. “I promise not to…grope you. I need you close
right now.” He worked his jaw for a second or two. “Please,” so softly spoken
she barely heard him.
“Are
you okay? Do you have a first aid kit? We need to do something about your
shoulder.”
“I
need”—he paused like he was thinking about confiding in her—“sleep. Join me. I
won’t be able to rest unless you are next to me.”
Zane
needed more than just sleep. For whatever reason, he didn’t want her to know
what that thing was. Tanya looked down at the material that covered her body. A
thin summer dress was all that would be between them. In his current condition,
she couldn’t turn him down though.
Tanya
nodded, noticing how the tension in him eased. She slid in next to him. His
arms banded around her pulling her in close. Within minutes his breathing
turned rhythmic. She tried to move but his hand tightened on her waist and he
mumbled something incoherent, so she stayed still. He nuzzled his head into the
back of her neck. Warm breath tickled her skin.
Tanya
felt wide awake. His big body enveloped her and his musky scent surrounded her.
Zane was very different from what she had expected. Sure, he was the fierce warrior
but he had a…softer side. He demanded and issued orders as casually as he drew
his next breath. His men seemed to obey without question, yet there was a small
part of him that reminded her of a small lost boy.
Lying
there, snug against him, her body felt so tightly wound.
Edited by Foxfire Students