Call Of The Dark

"It is you who want me to use her services, isn't it?" The way she was speaking it was as if she didn't feel an iota of attraction towards him. So he added, "Emma wants to sow the seed of discord between us. She wants to take me out of your clutches. She feels that she can make me fall in love with her."

Maeve kept her glass on the table and started to laugh. "That is so surprising!" Then her voice dropped. "It seems that you are also getting attracted to her, aren't you? You have started liking her over me? I am a goddess!"

"Emma!" Yul's voice came out loud and Lazarus's attention went back to her. Now Yul had his hand over the back of her chair. He had leaned over her and was whispering something in her ear. Lazarus noticed that other men also started looking in her direction. It was as if they were fucking her with their eyes. He didn't know that jealousy had so many levels.

"Surely, Lord Lazarus isn't swayed by a stupid mortal!" Maeve scoffed. "Or are you getting attached to her?"

"Attached to her? How about we get attached? Over here. Come and sit on my lap." Was he liking Emma over Maeve?

"Lazarus!" she retorted. "I told you that I can't!"

The music began to rise softly. It was time for the show.

He sipped his wine and as he stared at her over the rim of the glass. He remembered how he called Emma to sit on his lap and she came… without reservations. He remembered her creamy thighs. The apex of her thighs was coated in her juices. Only for him. His gaze went back to her and jealousy reared its head.

Yul was laughing and she was blushing. Magnus joined them in some kind of a joke and Lazarus— he felt like he wanted to kill them both. Slowly. Painfully. As much as he tried to keep his focus back on Maeve, it was getting difficult. He was going to punish Emma. He was going to chain her to his bed. If she resisted, he was going to tie her up on his bed.

The lights went out and the music picked up.

In order to divert his attention, he said, "I will be going to attend Samhain at cousin brother Cain's castle. We will start tonight. You will come with me."

Suddenly, Yul held Emma's hand and looked right into her eyes. That was it! Lazarus smashed the glass on the floor and the next instant, he traced to stand right between Emma and Yul without hearing what Maeve said.

Yul and Emma were so startled that they leaned back as their eyes became wide when they saw a very angry Lazarus standing right between them.

"How did you manage to get out of the palace?" he growled as he looked at Emma.

Emma was stunned to see him. He was looking… beyond handsome in black trousers, red shirt and a red and gold cape. Her breath hitched when their gazes locked. She swallowed her saliva down as a shiver of fear passed through her. She took a deep breath to gather her wits. "I wanted to come out and test the magic. It was… weak." She picked up her wine glass calmly and said, "Maybe you should ask your betrothed to make a stronger wall."

"The gall!" he snapped and whipped his head to look at Yul. Yul moved back, flinching a little. Lazarus peeled his lips back and showed his fangs to Yul. "I will see you back in the palace."

The music picked up and the curtains on the show rose. Yul left his chair, shaking his head and Lazarus sat down on it. He wanted to take Emma out of this place and keep her for himself but he didn't want to create any commotion. Already people were gasping out of fear with his presence.

He shifted his chair next to her and in a low voice said, "You are going to—"

She cut him off. "—get punished and all that blah blah!" She rolled her eyes.

"Why don't you go and attend to your betrothed? I am not going anywhere since these two are keeping an eye on me."

"You are going to come with me to attend Samhain tonight!" he completed his sentence. He just couldn't leave Emma alone. Every time he did that, she had a line of suitors around her. Moreover, he was going to take Yul with him so that he could keep an eye on him. He was getting cozy with Emma and that was infuriating. Maybe he would gauge his eyes and maim his limbs and then throw him to the animals.

"I am not going anywhere with you and Maeve!" she replied in a stubborn manner. "Please enjoy with her."

"You are—"

The curtains rose and his voice was washed off in the loud music. The stage was beginning to get filled by women who were only clad in pearls. There were strings of pearls covering their nether regions and long necklaces draping their chest. As the music picked up, the women started dancing. Yul and Magnus were now totally focused on the women.

Emma was… shocked. Her cheeks heated and then some more. The show was… outrageous. She had never seen so many nude women in her life. Inadvertently, her hand reached Lazarus's and she clutched it hard. She gasped every time a woman jumped up and all their sex showed. It was so dark that no one could see anything other than the dancers on the stage.

"Are you liking it?" Lazarus said, leaning towards her. He slid his hand over her thigh and then squeezed it lightly, beneath the table.

When did his hand enter inside her gown? She bit her bottom lip and clenched her thighs, trapping his hand right in between her legs. Lazarus parted her thighs a little and slid his fingers towards her core. He was enjoying watching Emma's expressions. Maeve was forgotten.

Emma caught his wrist to stop him, but her efforts were weak just like her will. His fingers glided to her sex and a growl rose in his chest when he found her wet. He had never been aroused in a bloody show. He wanted to give her an orgasm right here and then seize her mouth with his as she screamed. The thought was thrilling! Next—