My Lord Vampire (4 page)
Authors: Alexandra Ivy
Surely such a woman would do whatever necessary to prove that she was irresistible?
Including putting aside her distrust in an effort to lure him into her web. Which would allow him to remain close enough to protect her.
A logical plan. As long as he kept his own passions locked deep within him.
Glancing into the wide emerald eyes, he lifted one dark brow.
“What is the matter? You do not need to be ashamed of your skin. It is as smooth as heated cream. Quite delectable, in fact.”
“I do not want you to touch me,” she forced herself to mutter.
He gave a low, throaty laugh. “Is that why you shiver beneath my fingers? Why your blood races?”
A sudden flush spread beneath her cheeks as she took an abrupt step backward.
“Why you arrogant ... worm,” she gritted in embarrassment.
He folded his arms over his chest. “There is nothing arrogant in my realization that you desire me.”
She visibly tensed as she regarded him in frustration. It was obvious she was unaccustomed to encountering gentlemen who did not crawl upon their knees to please her.
He allowed his smile to widen.
“I was not the one to pursue you to your home, nor to ... to fondle you,” she spat out.
“I was merely seeking to discover if your skin is as soft as it appears.”
The emerald eyes narrowed in a dangerous manner. “Mere curiosity?”
Thankful that she could not possibly know that his fingers still tingled with pleasure, nor that the demons still raged within him, Gideon offered a faint shrug.
“Yes.”
“And you have no intention of attempting to seduce me?”
“No intention whatsoever,” he assured her softly.
Momentarily caught off guard she frowned at him in confusion. Gideon briefly wondered if anyone had ever sought her out without a selfish motive. She seemed far too cynical for one so young.
“Fah,” she at last breathed. “You are no different than any other man.”
“Oh, I think you will discover I am quite, quite different than most gentlemen,” he retorted, assuring himself that he did not feel a pang of remorse that he was using this maiden as everyone else seemingly did. Such weakness belonged to humans, not vampires. “I am sorry if you are disappointed. Perhaps during another time and in another place I might have satisfied your passions.”
She gasped with sudden fury. “I ...”
He moved so swiftly she was unable to react before he had swooped his head downward and gently pressed his lips to her own. Sparks flared as he briefly drank of her soft temptation, the scent of roses and warm blood clouding his mind before he was pulling back.
A shudder raced through him as he battled to regain control of his own fervor.
He had tested his restraint enough for now, he acknowledged with a pang of unease at the realization. It was time to return to his hunt.
“I have important matters that demand my attention,” he informed her with an elegant bow. “Do not concern yourself, however, I shall soon return.”
Pressing a hand to her lips she remained silent as he turned and crossed the room. It was not until he had at last reached the door that she regained command of herself.
“Despicable cad.”
For the first time since arriving in London, Simone considered ignoring the numerous invitations that lay upon her dressing table and remaining quietly at home.
Even after several hours she was still brewing with anger at Mr. Gideon Ravel.
Never, never had she ever encountered such an aggravating man. Not only thrusting his way into her home, despite her long lecture to Bartson, but then giving her some absurd story of needing to protect her. As if she would need the assistance of an arrogant stranger who was clearly mad.
It was all utterly ridiculous.
Almost as ridiculous as the knowledge that his touch had deeply affected her.
Botheration. She had nearly swooned when his fingers had stroked so lightly over her. And then that kiss ...
The heady sensations that had raced through her had stolen every rational thought and made her behave as foolishly as the most thick-skulled twit. Not even his humiliating declaration that he was not about to seduce her had managed to deaden the heated excitement that swirled through her body.
At least he had not seemed intent upon blackmail as she had first feared, she had tried to reassure herself. That thought had kept her awake long into the night. She could never afford to forget that her entire world could be destroyed in a single moment.
Spending the day pacing the floor of her bedchamber, Simone had at last gathered her courage and attired herself in a glittering yellow gown.
She would not cower in her home because of Mr. Gideon Ravel, or any other man, she had told herself sternly. He might have bested her today, but the battle was far from over. She would teach him that she was no woman to trifle with.
Keeping that thought firmly in mind she had called for her carriage and arrived at the theater where she was to join a small, select party. She did not think to meet Mr. Ravel there, but she hoped that he would at least hear she had been in attendance with her usual serene composure.
Her determination briefly faltered as she entered the theater and was swiftly joined by a tall, gaunt-faced gentleman attired in a formal coat and knee breeches. Simone stiffened with displeasure as he glided close beside her, his long silver hair pulled into a queue at his neck.
She had no reasonable excuse for disliking Mr. Soltern. In truth he had been quite charming on the few occasions that their paths had crossed. But while he was always polite there was something about the gray, lifeless eyes that sent a chill over her skin.
Unconsciously she pulled away from his tall frame, her nose twitching at the vague, unpleasant scent of cold steel that seemed to shroud about him.
Perhaps noting her instinctive withdrawal, the gentleman bared his large teeth in what was no doubt intended as a smile.
“Ah, my fair angel. How fortunate I am to have crossed your path.”
“Thank you, Mr. Soltern,” she forced herself to say in pleasant tones.
“Tristan, my dear,” he chided softly, waving the ebony cane that he held in a thin, bony hand. “I presume you have also been summoned to join Lord Stonewall in his box?”
She swallowed the instinctive denial. She could not simply turn and leave the theater just because she discovered this man was to be a part of her party. Such an insult might very well make him an enemy. And she possessed an uncanny sense that he would be a very dangerous foe.
“Yes, a tedious task, I fear. You need not bother to escort me.”
“A task is never tedious in your charming company, Simone,” he said with an unwelcome air of intimacy. “Indeed, I would be content to walk at your side for an eternity.”
Simone shuddered in horror at the mere thought. “Very pretty, sir.”
A silence fell as they climbed the wide stairs, then with a sideways glance Tristan gently cleared his throat.
“I understand that you had a rather unexpected guest at your salon last evening.”
Simone stiffened before she could prevent the betraying motion. Damn the incessant tattlers. She did not like the thought of London gossiping about Mr. Ravel and their obvious confrontation.
“Did I?”
“A Mr. Ravel,” he prompted her.
She kept her expression smoothly unconcerned. She certainly had no intention of adding to any speculation.
“Yes, now that you mention it, he did attend.”
“He is an acquaintance of yours?”
“Of sorts,” she readily lied, reluctantly turning to meet that dead gaze. “Why do you ask?”
He paused before lifting a thin shoulder. “I am merely concerned for your welfare.”
Simone frowned at his words. This was the second occasion she had been warned that she was somehow in danger. A chill trickled down her spine.
“Concerned?”
“I have known Mr. Ravel for countless years and unfortunately I must confess that he is utterly untrustworthy.”
Her expression became cool at the rapier edge in his voice. It was obvious he possessed a deep dislike for Mr. Ravel. And that he hoped to sway her own opinion.
Regardless of the fact she had devoted most of the day to cursing Gideon she was not about to be blindly informed of whom she could or could not trust. Certainly not by a man who made her skin crawl.
“In what manner?” she retorted in tones that should have warned the most obtuse she was displeased.
“He rarely speaks the truth and always possesses a hidden motive when offering his friendship. Especially in regards to beautiful and wealthy women.”
“He is a fortune hunter?”
He heaved a sigh that hissed oddly through his teeth. “I am sad to say he is, indeed.”
Simone firmly turned to regard the landing crowded with elegant guests. If Mr. Ravel were a fortune hunter, he would be far from the first to have attempted to lure her.
She had been a target since arriving in London.
“I have no fear of being seduced out of my fortune, Mr. Soltern. I am no innocent chit who futilely clings to the notion of love.”
With her head turned she missed the lethal chill that momentarily tightened the gaunt features.
“Even a woman with remarkable wits can be blinded by her passions. You would do well to avoid the companionship of Mr. Ravel,” he persisted.
Being recalled of the passions that had been stirred to life only that afternoon did nothing to improve Simone’s temper. She did not want to believe she could ever be at the mercy of her desire. Not even for a gentleman who possessed the unearthly beauty of an angel and the seductive charm of a devil.
“It is very kind of you to concern yourself with my welfare, but I prefer to make my own judgments about others,” she said in tones that defied argument.
“But of course,” he agreed in oily tones that held only a hint of disapproval. “I merely sought to warn you of the dangers.”
“That is very kind, but hardly necessary. I am quite capable of caring for myself.” With a surge of relief Simone noted the elderly woman who was waving at her in an imperious manner. “If you will excuse me I must have a word with Lady Stewart.”
“Simone.” He reached out to grasp her arm, his lips thinning as she hastily eluded his touch. “I wish you to know that you can turn to me in time of need. You have only to send for me and I will come.”
She gave a distant nod, wishing only to be free of his disquieting presence.
“I will remember. Excuse me.”
Cold, naked fury raced through Tristan as he watched the chit turn to rush away.
To think he was being denied the glory that was due to him because of this stupid wench was nearly unbearable. She was a mortal. Mere fodder for the greater race of vampires. And yet, because of blasted Nefri he was forced to treat her as if she were more than a source of blood for his feeding. Galling enough in itself, but to also add insult was the knowledge she was no closer to handing over the Medallion than when he had first discovered her a month before.
And now, Gideon had arrived.
He gave a low growl that sent a mincing dandy tumbling down the stairs in sudden fright.
With a flowing movement he turned to make his way back down the stairs, ignoring the crowd that unthinkingly melted out of his path.
He would not be thwarted. Not by an insignificant mortal or a vampire who had grown weak and content behind the Veil.
It was unthinkable.
And he intended both of them to know just how grave a mistake they had made in crossing his will.
A smile that would have chilled the most hearty of souls touched his thin lips as he left the theater and turned into a nearby alley. Within moments a ragged man shambled forward. Tristan grimaced at the smell of unwashed body and gin. On the next occasion he Inscrolled a slave, he would ensure it was not such a pitiful specimen, he told himself.
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