"P-please don't."
You're going to f**king bite her? Like some savage vampire? You're a godsdamned Dacian! "If you've any defenses, sorceress . . . use them . . . against me now! Stop me."
He heard a sob, felt moisture on her face. Tears? She was crying?
Her small body trembled against him as she whispered, "I-I can't s-stop you."
The idea of her in such distress cut through his frenzy. Somehow he forced himself to draw back, to not plunge his dripping fangs into her.
Behind her mask, her glinting eyes darted. Darted blindly? He waved his hand in front of her face. Nothing.
Then he remembered-Sorceri senses were nearly as diminished as a mortal's.
Reason whispered, Your little Bride is terrified, can't see in the dark, has no idea who's in her bed.
Instinct screamed, Mark her! So another male can't take what's yours!
With every ounce of willpower he possessed, he released her, surrendering his prize.
She jerked upright, scrambling across the bed from him, snatching the bedspread to her chest, eyes still darting.
She hadn't been able to see Trehan whatsoever. She truly had believed that he was Caspion.
So what will she think of me when she gazes upon me for the first time? Perhaps he oughtn't to be kneeling there, bare-chested, with his spend drying in his pants, for her initial impression. He rose, yanking on his coat and slinging his sword around his hips. His tattered shirt was ruined beyond use.
"Wh-why would you do this to me?" she whispered, her mask askew. "I don't know you." She dropped her face into her hands.
It was everything he could do not to touch her, to comfort her. But I'm the one she fears. . . .
He'd frightened his Bride. Because I'm not Caspion. Yet another reason to kill him.
Chapter 6
How excited Trehan had been to find her, how optimistic-but it'd all been an illusion, her sensual responses meant for another.
Each of the things he'd so enjoyed with her was now tainted. When she'd stroked Trehan's shaft to come, she'd believed it was that demon's. When she'd whispered, "You know you can do anything to me. I'm yours-I always will be. . . ."
The thought sent his anger skyrocketing once more, his fangs sharpening again. Trehan wanted her to tell him those same charged words, whispering them in his ear.
With a vile curse, he reached for a candle.
The strike of the match made Bettina jump. As a candle alleviated the darkness, she saw that the vampire was turned from her, leaning with one hand against the wall. His head was down, his broad back heaving with breaths.
He dug his fingers into the stone as he clearly grappled for control. "You awaited him this night?" he bit out, launching his other fist against the wall, sending rock shards flying.
She gave a cry, briefly ducking under the cover.
At the sound, he tensed even more. "You fear me. You shouldn't. I will never hurt you," he grated. "Gods know if I haven't yet . . ."
"B-because I'm your Bride." She could scarcely wrap her mind around that.
"Yes."
"Are you a natural-born vampire?" Born vampires couldn't tell lies.
"What you really want to know is if I can speak untruths. I can't. I wouldn't anyway." His voice was deep, his words marked by an accent she didn't recognize. "Lying is counterproductive and illogical."
"Oh." She found her tears drying. The fear that so often dominated her life had receded-and she didn't know why. Maybe because this vampire had somehow kept himself from biting her even though she'd blooded him-and infuriated him. His restraint reassured her somewhat.