Call Of The Dark

Lazarus found her… sleeping. He let out an explosive sign and murmured, "Fuck!" He kneeled down beside her bed, his fists clenched on his sides. It was her birthday today and he wondered if she would feel the mate bond just as strongly as he felt. If that happened, then to stay away from her was going to be the biggest problem he had ever faced in his life.

Lazarus had fought numerous battles for his father. He had easily fought with demons and never backed down from a dangerous situation. He even went to Sgiáth Bio to find Maeve against all the odds. But this— how was he going to fight the mate bond if she became aware of it? This was one problem that was the most dangerous. He didn't want to betray Maeve but he didn't know how to resist the temptation called Emma.

As he watched her breathing with her lips parted, her breasts going up and down softly, he had this sudden urge to trace them. Her quilt had moved to the side, exposing one leg till her thigh as her gown had shifted up. He swallowed thickly wondering what it would be to drink from her thighs.

He shook his head to come out of the daze, contemplating reasons to never come back to her and here she was, sleeping like some angel fallen from the stars. He stabbed his fingers in his hair and stopped himself from lifting her and taking her to his room. Instead, he traced back alone to his room.

It was midafternoon and he should have been sleeping like a true vampire, but he began to pace his room. Every now and then he would look at the door that connected their room, and then continue to pace more. He was increasingly growing antsy thinking what her reaction would be when she woke up and looked into his eyes on her eighteenth birthday. Would their mate bond snap?

He came to the door and leaned against it, smelling her scent to calm down. He closed his eyes and thought about Maeve. He reminded himself that she was a goddess, fit for him, fit for a kingdom like Wilyra. Maeve would be able to fight against his brothers and sisters, while Emma—she was nothing.

He took a deep breath in when the thought brought back semblance of sanity. Now he was going to teach a lesson to Emma for suggesting she offer her body to him. No. He was only going to have sex with his betrothed and no one else.

All at once, he heard movement in the adjoining room. She must have woken up. With firm determination, he went to the bathroom and readied himself. He wore a black leather trousers and black silk shirt that was one of his most expensive possessions. He was going to look lethal and charming and he was going to show her that he didn't need her.

Lazarus traced to the chamber of royal concubines. There were about twenty concubines that were only meant for the royals. They stayed in the palace and never went anywhere.

The concubines were surprised to see him. While they had serviced all the royal men, Lazarus was the only vampire they had never. They were too scared of him and shivered under his scrutinizing gaze. Since it was midafternoon, most of them were sleeping while a few were roaming around and talking amongst themselves.

He pointed at the most beautiful one, Rina, and said, "Get ready." Rina's eyes flew wide open with surprise. She couldn't believe that the most ruthless and cruel vampire in the lore desired her. She bowed to him and without a question rushed to get ready. When Rina came out, Lazarus was satisfied to see her. She was wearing a long skirt that was clasped just above her hips and a bandeau. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders. With all the makeup, she looked… devastating, sinful.

He traced her to his room. "Stay here," he said.

Like a good concubine, Rina knelt on the rug of his bedroom, waiting for his next movement. She must have waited for over an hour, but all she saw was that the lord was pacing his room. He would occasionally glance at the door, furrow his eyebrows, smirk and then begin pacing. She grew bored of it and wondered if she had to make the first move. So in a husky voice said, "Would you like me to help you, m'lord?" When he stopped, she looked at his burgeoning erection. She pursed her lips, satisfied that her presence affected him so much.

"Quiet!" he growled, giving her a dangerous look.

Rina trembled under his severe gaze and snapped shut. She was now utterly confused.

He was still restless when the sun began to go down. He would sit or lie down for a while and then again start pacing. He would trace away somewhere and then come back even more agitated. By evening when it was beginning to become darker, she saw him leaning against the door and minutes later, he exclaimed, "Ah!" The next moment, he came to her. "Get up!" he ordered.

Rina was so tired kneeling there all day. When she got up, he traced her to a cabin where there were soldiers with some women in the palace grounds. She had been there earlier on a number of occasions.

The soldiers and women were surprised to see him. They all got up but Lazarus ordered them, "Keep doing what you are doing!" He pulled Rina in his lap and opened his legs wide.

She thought that he wanted to tend to his erection, so she cupped it and started stroking it. He stopped her. Lazarus was looking at the door. He murmured, "Three, two, one!" The door opened and Emma came giggling in. A smile played on his lips. "Now, stroke me," he ordered Rina.

He was going to show her that he didn't need her body because he had plenty at his disposal.

Their gazes met.