Call Of The Dark

To Lazarus she always said that she wasn't able to have sex with him, but how could she deny her mate. With Ailill, she enjoyed sex. The body she was in was capable of taking her mate fully. It was painful initially but later on it was only pleasure. Maeve had to go through this process every time she changed a body but Ailill was a patient man.

After sex, they lay together beneath the fur. "It is difficult for me to enter Sgiáth Bio. Do you know how many people I have to bribe in order to get into this realm? Other than that, I am at the risk of being discovered."

"I know," she said. "But wait only for three weeks and then everything will be right. The moment her soul is cast out, Lazarus is going to die a miserable death and I will enter her body. I will call you from here to be with me in Wilyra."

"What about King Viktor and others?"

She chuckled. "I have plans for them as well. They will all die. King Viktor and his children."

"Come here," he said and pulled her to him for a kiss. After he had kissed her to his satisfaction, he closed his eyes. "I don't want to go back now."

"You don't have to. Stay in this cabin. I will be casting my magic to keep it invisible." She had bought it only because this cabin was on the borders of Sgiáth Bio. Her magical abilities lessened in Sgiáth Bio, but here they were better.

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When Lazarus returned that night, Emma was waiting for him in her nightgown. Their gazes locked. Her breath became ragged and her cheeks burned. While looking at her intensely, he came near to her on the bed. She was so overwhelmed by his proximity that every plan she had made to seduce him, jumped out of her mind.

She was looking so beautiful that Lazarus stopped breathing. As if attracted like a moth to a flame, he closed the gap between them slowly. He crawled towards her. She bent backwards while still gazing at him. He came further over her and then picked up a glass of water from the bedside table. "Were you waiting for me?" he asked, his voice grown husky.

Emma wanted to say no. "Yes!" she said, her breath shaky. She swallowed thickly as his face hovered over hers. The tension between them was so high that it could be cut by a knife. Gathering her wits, she said, "I wanted to ask you questions…"

He drank water as he stared at her. After keeping the glass back on the table, he moved his leg over her and then sat down beside her. "You have questions?" He mocked the surprise. "I am utterly shocked."

Emma bit her lip. There were a hundred questions in her mind but only a few dominated.

"Do you really intend to take me to the ritual? Are you so wicked?"

He turned to her and lifted her golden hair in his hand. Her silky hair slipped through his fingers. "Yes, in nineteen days from now, when the blood moon rises."

"Don't you like me even a bit? You can choose not to do that."

As if in a daze, he said, "Choose to leave you? Have mercy on whom my entire life is depending?" He gave her a feral smile. "My father buried my mother alive in the blood forest because she didn't want him to have the necklace that rightfully belonged to me. She traded her life with mine and also had to give the necklace to him. Don't expect mercy from me."

Her body tensed. So this was his reality. Were those his nightmares? He was a victim of hatred and torture. That was why he needed Maeve to be with him. "And you father? How did he treat you after that?"

He scoffed. "He wanted to bury me alive too, but he had vowed to the Lore that he would keep me… alive." As if coming out of his daze, he pinched her chin. "Why are you asking me all this?"

"I— I—" she was shaking not because she was afraid of him, but because of his father's cruelty to him. "You suffered a lot."

"That is none of your business," he growled. His trance broke completely. "You are asking me questions to use the information against me?

"What? No!" She sat straight, curling her legs beneath her hips. Her nightgown shot up, revealing her creamy thighs. And his gaze dropped to them.

All at once he brought his lips to her cheeks. He kissed her there and then trailed a line of kisses down her jawline. He marveled at himself for keeping his fangs in control. His lids grew heavy and he pulled her towards him. He went lower to her breasts and suckled her taut nipples over her nightgown.

Emma wanted him to close his mouth around her nipples and suck her hard. Her belly got a familiar ache and before she knew it, her panties were wet.

All of a sudden, he sat in front of her and grabbed her supple thighs. He said, "I need you. Now." He looked at her as if he was asking her permission. Needing it badly.

How could Emma deny when she needed him just as much as he needed her? He pinched her nipples and she groaned.

His cock swelled painfully in his trousers. "Do you need me?" he asked, his voice grown hoarse with need.

Her heart thundered in her ears. She nodded and that was all the confirmation he required.

He lifted her nightgown up slowly, slowly, slowly… until her sex showed, then her waist, the lower swells of her breasts and then her breasts. He pulled it out of her and she sat naked in front of him. "Need you…" he murmured and lowered his lips to her breasts. His venom pooled in his mouth and his fangs elongated.

Emma bunched up her hair and pulled them to a side, revealing her neck for him. Lazarus stopped, his gaze locked at her pulse point.