She abruptly tensed. “Mate?”
He moved to take her arm, laying it across his lap. Then, with a deliberate motion, he pushed aside the torn sleeve to reveal the crimson tattoo that shimmered beneath her skin.
“Mate.”
Juliet forgot how to breathe as she stared at the unmistakable marking.
For two years she had struggled to keep Victor at a safe distance. She had sworn to herself that she would never become a mindless toy for the vampire.
But over the past hours she had been forced to admit that she had been far from successful in keeping the beautiful demon out of her heart. Why else would she have preferred to die than to watch Victor harmed?
But to become his mate. Good lord.
“How did…” She lifted her head to meet Victor’s unwavering gaze. “How is this possible? I thought that you must exchange blood to complete the bond.”
He shrugged. “You must have taken some of my blood during our journey through the portal.”
A heat stained her cheeks as Juliet belatedly recalled her frantic kisses over his bloody face.
“And now we are mated?”
“Not…precisely.”
She frowned in confusion. “I do not understand.”
“I am mated to you, but until you are prepared to accept the bond and offer your blood, it remains incomplete.”
“So.” She took a moment to consider the implications, a rather wicked smile slowly curving her lips. “You are bound to me, but I am at liberty to find another?”
“You are mine.” He leaned forward, the silver eyes shimmering with a dangerous purpose as she hastily pressed back against the pillows. He stretched his long length beside her, remaining raised on his elbow to study her pale face. “I was a fool not to have recognized the truth the moment I met you. There has never been another female who has fascinated me as you have. Even when you are at your most infuriating I still crave to be in your presence.”
A shudder of anticipation wracked her body even as she narrowed her eyes.
“I am infuriating?”
“Admit it, little one. You do love to challenge me.”
“Only because you are so insufferably arrogant, my lord—”
“Victor,” he interrupted, his fingers running through her curls and spreading them across the pillows. “I want to hear my name upon your lips.”
A delicious heat curled through the pit of her stomach, sending tiny tremors through her body. For once, however, Juliet made no effort to deny her scorching reaction to Victor’s touch.
She was done fighting a battle she could not win.
“Victor. It suits you.”
His hand moved to cup her cheek, his touch flowing through her until her toes curled in response.
“Just as Juliet suits you,” he husked, his fingers drifting down the length of her throat. “You intrigued me from the moment I first caught sight of you. The candlelight shimmering like fire off your magnificent hair. Your features as pure as those of an angel. The elegance of your every movement. It stirred a hunger in me that haunts me no matter where I go.”
Some deep part of her whispered that she should be frightened as his fingers briefly lingered upon the pulse at the base of her throat before gliding along the opening of her smock.
Not that he would physically harm her. That had never been her fear. And of course now he was bonded to her. A vampire would destroy the world to protect his mate.
No, he would not injure her, but she was not so foolish as to believe that she could give herself to Victor without consequences.
Fright, however, was the last thing Juliet was feeling as his fingers brushed over the curve of her bare breast. She arched upward as a jolt of pleasure burst through her.