are the reason his lover has perished...”
Auro’s flesh burst into particles of smoke and dust.
“I can tell you where she is...” a voice whispered, caressing his cheek and ear.
Chris jerked awake, grasping the covers. He looked around the room, eyes frantic and wide. “Who’s there?”
“The woman who scorned you for another man... I can help you with the revenge that you seek...” Shadows curled around his body, tendrils and wisps of smoke running gentle, airy fingers along his skin. It became a trance, holding him still as a dark, streaked light entered the room.
Before him, forming out of thin air, was a woman. A beautiful woman. He stared at her in awe as she seemed to float to his bedside. Curls of smoke flowed from behind her, and he stared with horrified yet astonished eyes as one of her hands came to touch a curl of his blond hair.
It was as if he were still dreaming. A light was in his room, and not from the natural rays of the sun. No, it was because of the woman. She was so...beautiful, unique. Angelic. Unreal. Everything that he had found in Jamie, and then have taken from him...
“Would you like my help?” she whispered, her voice but a soft caress against his pale skin. Chris stared up at her with eyes as large as baseballs. He gasped lightly, reaching up to touch her cheek. She pulled back with a graceful movement, stilling his hand with her own.
“Answer me, Christopher Smith. Do you want my help? I know that you love to be the bigger man, that you like to take control of her... I can give that you to, Christopher.” He shivered at the note in her deep voice. It was so persuasive, so beguiling.
Chris didn’t know exactly what she was saying, only how she was saying it and how much he loved to listen to her. Her eyes were a pale white, cream and calm and bright. He nodded numbly, dimly aware that he might be agreeing to something that would change his life completely.
But how could he say no? She was so beautiful, so...charming and convincing.
“You will find her with her lover at the Alley Cat,” she said softly, pushing her hand into his hair in a massaging motion. He should have moved away, pulled back from her. Something was different. “In a weeks’ time, you will go to her and you will kill her. Do not take her from the building. Lead her to a small room in the back and kill her there.”
He was nodding mutely, completely enchanted. He would listen to anything she wanted to tell him. He would do anything she wanted him to. If she asked, he would walk off a cliff with a smile on his face...
“Go to sleep, Christopher. You will remember all of this within a weeks’ time, and you will know what to do and will have your revenge. In the case that you fail me, I will be very....displeased with you. Please do not let that happen,” she said in a lilting voice, her fingers trailing down his cheek and to his jaw.
“If you fail me, you shall die.”
All he could do was nod.
God, she was beautiful, he thought, tracing her lips with a light touch. His other hand was holding her hip, trying to make them come together even closer.
At her soft sigh, and the flush of red that came over her delicate face, desire rose within him sharply. He leaned down and kissed her, opening her mouth and delving in deep. One hand grabbed her wrists and help them above her head while the other pushed down her shorts.
Jamie moaned softly, making him shudder above her. It was such a delicate sound, so soft and beautiful.
And then her nails dug into his back.
He gave a soft growl and nipped her lip, moving down her body and pulling up her shirt. Her pants were thrown to the side, now all he had to do was take off the rest of her clothing and then he’d make a feast out of her.
Fire curled in his gut before dropping straight to his groin. Heavy, thick, and ready to take his female, it was all he could do not to rip the clothing from her body right then.
He had every intention of being gentle, of worshipping her -- he really did. But when her fingernails scored his back and left a burn that was spreading all over his body, it became