A Hunger Like No Other (26 page)

“You woke well before sunset? I was just coming for you when we heard Cass.”

Emma had been up with plenty of time to shower—and to rant about the weird pang she'd felt to find that, for the first time, Lachlain wasn't there when she woke. “I don't sleep well—
in that bed.”

“Is that why I found you in the stairwell?”

Emma blushed. Dark and cloistered and cavelike, the stairwell had seemed like a good idea at the time. Since she'd been
insane
. “Who's the woman?” she asked to change the subject, though she knew, had known at first sight.

“Cassandra. She's a friend from the clan.”

“Only a
friend
?”

“O' course. And that is tenuous, after she hurt you.”

“You'd take my side over hers? When you've known me for so short a time?”

He caught her gaze. “I will always take your side. Over anyone's.”

“Why?”

“Because I know you will be in the right.”

“And the bleak one? Bowen? What's his damage?” At Lachlain's frown, she added, “Why does he look so bad?” With his jet-black hair and intense golden eyes, the guy would be a hottie—if he weren't heroin-addict gaunt and evil-looking.

“He lost someone verra close to him.”

“I'm sorry,” she said softly. “When did it happen?”

“Early eighteen hundreds.”

“And he
still
hasn't recovered?”

“He's gotten worse.” Lachlain rested his forehead against hers. “It's our nature, Emma.” She knew he was waiting for something from her. Something more.

He'd seen her in her worst state, and he still wanted her. Seeing her like that hadn't stopped him from following her directly to kiss her ear and commiserate. This gorgeous, walking fantasy of a male wanted something more. From
her
. Was she ready to give it? She felt bold and high from her first victory, but was she ready to brave taking Lachlain into her body and to risk seeing the beast rise inside him again?

Right at this moment, she thought she might be.

“Lachlain, if someone like you were to . . . to make love to someone like me, could he be easy with her? Take things slowly?”

His body shot tight with tension. “Aye, he could vow it.”

“He wouldn't . . . he wouldn't turn?”

“No, Emma. No' tonight,” he said, his voice so low and rumbling it made her shiver, made her nipples go tight. She needed him—desired him—knowing fully what he was.

When she raised her fingers and gently brushed the backs over his face, he gave her a disbelieving look before his lids
closed briefly with pleasure. “Lachlain,” she murmured, “I struck you.”

His expression was unreadable. “So you did.”

“Aren't you going to . . . retaliate?”

He groaned, and as he took her mouth, he lifted her onto the counter and pressed himself between her legs. His hands palmed her backside and yanked her against his unyielding hardness.

When she gasped, he touched his tongue to hers and she met him, wanting him to take her mouth deeply, to kiss her as he had that first night in the hotel. But it was better than even that. He was aggressive but masterful. He made her melt for him, undulating her hips up to his erection, seeking more.

He growled low, then rasped against her lips, “I canna stand to see you hurt. I will no' let you be hurt again.”

She leaned forward, now kissing him, twining her hands in his thick hair. Her legs had wrapped themselves around him as he squeezed her backside, grinding her against him.

She attempted his buttons with tremulous fingers and made a sound of frustration. Instantly, he ripped off the shirt, and she wanted to thank him for displaying the muscles flexing and tensing beneath her palms. Aroused even more, shameless with it, she glided her hand down past the waist of his pants to grasp him.

He put his head back and yelled out, then snatched her sweater and bra up just above her breasts. He nuzzled her nipples, his breath hot against them, then suckled them until she thought she'd die with pleasure.

Screw the future and commitments and fears and whatever else. “I want you,” she said on a breath, thumbing the moist head of his penis. When he took her nipple between
his teeth and growled against it, she cried in response,
“All of you.”

He groaned against her damp breast, then rose up to face her with an incredulous expression. “You canna know how much hearing that pleases me.”

With her free hand, she unzipped her pants. He reached down to pluck off her boots, then snagged the ends of her jeans and tore them from her with one movement.

Then he went back to kissing her as if he knew she would lose her nerve, making her arch her back to him as she ran her hand along his impossibly large shaft. Shuddering, he lifted her legs to place her feet flat on the counter. Spreading her knees wide, he pulled aside her panties, groaning at the sight of her bared flesh.

For some reason she wasn't embarrassed as he stared, his eyes dark and hungry. In fact, his gaze made her tremble, made her wetter.

“How long I've waited.” His voice was husky. “Canna believe it,” he said, before taking her mouth so thoroughly, she was left panting and stunned.

He sucked one nipple, then the other between his lips to tongue them. Her hand squeezed his shaft, and her shaking intensified as her body throbbed for release. Why wasn't he touching her? Thrusting inside her? Why had she ever said to take this slow?

She was close, she felt it, on the verge of finally knowing the pleasure she'd never experienced, had only imagined.

Did he want her to ask as he had in the shower? She was no longer above it . . . .
“Please touch me here,”
she begged as her knees fell open in surrender. “Touch me. Kiss me. Whatever you want to do . . . .”

He groaned. “I'm going tae do it all,” he bit out. “I'll make this good for you . . . .”

She gave a sharp cry when his fingers gently caressed her sex.

“So wet,” he rasped. “You feel like silk.” Fingers up and down slowly, leaving her flesh trembling in their wake, coaxing her even wetter. Then one dipped fully inside her, giving her no quarter as he had before, forcing her body to accept it, pressing her back into the mirror. Nothing could feel that good. She moaned in bliss, running her fist up and down his rigid erection.

“Why did you never make love before?” he rumbled in her ear, then hissed in a breath when she cupped his heavy sack.

He knew? Could he feel? “There's no one . . . For what I am, there was no one who . . .” She struggled for a word that meant
no one my family wouldn't kill.
“No one—”

“Who was no' disqualified from the competition.” His lips curled. Wicked grin. Wicked Lykae. With his slow, hot touch.

“Uh-huh.”

“Then it's good we found each other.” He grasped her neck, holding her to face him. With his other hand, he thrust his finger and stroked his thumb over her clitoris. She was glad he held the back of her neck or her head would've lolled. “Look at me.”

Her eyes fluttered open.

“You're mine, Emma,” he grated between ragged breaths. “Do you understand what I'm telling you?”

Another thrust. Her hips lifted to meet it this time, and she ground into his hand, needing release, needing him deeper.

“Do you understand me? Always.”

Her brows drew together. “You have someone else—”

“It's you, Emma. It's always been you.”

His words were like a promise, like a . . . vow. She whispered inanely, “Not Australian for buddy?”

He shook his head slowly, his thumb stroking her, making it difficult to comprehend what he was telling her.

“B-but you said . . .” Why'd he have to tell her this now, while he made unhurried, perfect circles with his thumb? She vaguely understood what he was saying, and still she wanted his fingers playing, wanted him full and thick inside her. “You . . . you lied to me?”

He hesitated, then said, “Aye, I lied to you.”

She groaned with frustration. Damn it, so close! “Why are you telling me this now?”

“Because we begin this tonight. With the truth between us.”

“Begin this?” she asked in a bewildered tone. “What do you mean? Like our lives together or something?”

When he didn't disagree, she tensed.
Lives together.
For a Lykae, that meant
forever
, and forever for an immortal was literal. She scrambled away from him, pulling her panties back, and curled her legs under her. “You never intended to let me go.” She worked her shirt and bra down, shivering when the material covered her nipples.

“No, I dinna. I had to keep you with me. And I'd planned to entice you to stay by then.”

She repeated dumbly,
“Had
to keep me with you?” Her unfulfilled desire was making her body feel
wrong
, burning out of her control.

“In all the years that have passed, I have waited for the one woman who was meant to be mine alone. You are that woman.”

“Are you still crazy?” she snapped, angered that her body felt bereft of him. “I'm not that woman. I'm just
not.”

“You will realize soon enough that you were given to me above all others. You'll understand that I've searched relentlessly for you in every age that I have lived.” His voice went low and gravelly. “And, Emma, I've lived and I have searched a verra long time.”

“I'm a vam”—she patted her chest—“pire. Vampire. You've forgotten that.”

“It stunned me as well. I dinna accept it at first.”

“No kidding? I never would have known! What if you were correct then? You could be wrong now,” she said desperately. “How can you be sure?”

He leaned over her. “I scented you from . . . afar, and it was beautiful and eased my mind. I saw your eyes for the first time, and I recognized you. I tasted your flesh, and”—he shuddered violently above her and his voice went guttural—“there is no way to describe it. But I can show you if you let me.”

“I can't do this,” she said, trying to dislodge herself from her pinned position, disgusted that when he'd shuddered, she'd gone soft for him once more.

Dawning horror. Her suspicion that she'd harbored and resisted was true. How could she have been so stupid— She stopped herself. No, the idea had been easy to discount because how could she, a half-creature who was part
vampire
, be a Lykae's mate? A vampire and a Lykae bound together?

And then there had been his convincing, ego-crushing lie . . . .

“So what had you planned to do with me?” She feinted right, then ducked left out from under his arms, snaring her jeans. She knew he'd
allowed
her to get away and faced him,
shaking with anger.
“Really
planned? Am I to, say, live with your pack? The one you were quick to point out will rip me to bits?”

“No one
will ever hurt you again, from my clan or outside of it. But you will no' live among them, because I am their king, and our home is here at Kinevane.”

“Wow, I landed European royalty! Somebody call
People
!” She stormed from the bathroom, then wriggled into her pants.

What she wouldn't give to be able to trace, to disappear her ass out of this castle. She hated being lied to. Since she could never lie back.

Mimicking his accent, she said, “ ‘Ye're no' my mate, Emmaline. Nothing so serious as
my one mate
, but I would no' mind keepin' ye for my mistress. I want ye, but no' for
that
.' How condescending you were!”

He followed, gripping her arm and forcing her to face him. “I regretted having to lie, but what's done is done. I want you to at least listen to what I have to say.”

“And I want to go home and see my family.” And get her mind straight and ask them,
Why do I dream his memories? Why am I always overwhelmed and confused, like someone put a chaos spell on my life?

“Will you no' even consider that this could be true? You would leave me, even knowing what we could have?”

She frowned as a sudden thought occurred. “You said ‘every age that I have lived.' So how old are you? Six hundred? Seven hundred years?”

“Does that matter?”

She shook his hand free. “How—old?”

“Roughly twelve hundred years.”

She gasped. “Do you know what ‘robbing the cradle'
means? I am almost
seventy-one
. This skeeves me out!”

“I knew it would be difficult to accept, but you'll come to see it in time.”

“Come to see what? That I want to live in a foreign country away from my family and friends in order to stay with the dishonest, unbalanced Lykae who keeps lying to me?”

“I will never lie to you again, but your place is with me. Here.”

“Here. In northern Scotland. And we're coming up on summer. Gee, Lach, how long are the days in the summer way up here?”

“I've thought about that. We'll go to wherever you can be comfortable in the summer. And the nights are longer in the winter. Do you think I would no' take you where I could have more hours with you?”

“You've got it all figured out. You're going to make me say ‘I do' whether I do or don't.”

“I do?” He frowned. “As in marriage? This is much more serious than marriage.”

“That's about as serious—”

“Marriages can end.”

Her lips parted. “Well, that certainly puts it into perspective. No way out for eternity. Did it ever occur to you that I might like to take one day at a time? I'm young, and this is
everything
. You're asking me for—no, you're demanding—
everything
, and I've only known you a week. You may have this cosmic certainty about me, but I don't have the same about you.”