Carpathian 03 - Dark Gold

Above him, on the first floor, someone was rudely pounding on the door to his home. He could hear Marie's soft footfalls as she moved to answer. Her heartbeat was audible to him. She was nervous about the caller. The pounding at the front entrance was loud and authoritative. A smile curved his mouth. Behind his housekeeper, he heard Stefan, ever ready to defend his wife, to defend Aidan's home.
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    Aidan rose, his body supple and strong. His gaze slid to Alexandria. Shock went through him.
    She was beautiful! There were a few bruises marring her soft skin, but it was otherwise healthy, flawless skin. Her lips were soft and lush, her lashes long and heavy. Younger even than he had imagined, she was unlike any woman he had ever seen. And she belonged to him, and nothing on Earth would change that. His body stirred unexpectedly with a sudden, urgent ache that shocked him. She lay there helpless, a virtual stranger, yet he had been in her mind and knew her more intimately than one could ever know another after years of living together. He bent to brush her forehead with his lips, a salute to her courage, her capacity for loving, and the goodness in her.
    But proximity to her only deepened the throbbing ache in his body.
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    Quickly he put distance between himself and temptation. It had been six hundred years since he had felt a biological urge, yet this surpassed anything he had once known. This was no mild desire to appease the needs of his body. This was a raging hunger for one woman, the only woman. He needed her now in every sense of the word, and it didn't help his self-control that she was young and beautiful, rather than the hag he had initially thought her.
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    The caller on the floor above them was yelling at Marie. Aidan could hear the man clearly. It was someone obviously used to having his way. Wealthy, clearly difficult. He was demanding to see Alexandria Houton. He went so far as to threaten Marie with deportation if she did not Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    produce Alexandria immediately, obviously thinking her accent made her vulnerable to such a threat.
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    Fangs exploded in Aidan's mouth, and his golden eyes glowed hot and vicious, the beast in him stronger than ever. Was it because he was jealous of any male coming near his lifemate? Because he was feeling anger—another powerful new emotion—that someone was yelling at his housekeeper? Or perhaps a combination of both? He did not know; but he recognized he was dangerous and would have to exercise great self-control. A long, slow hiss escaped his lips as he floated up the stairs and entered the kitchen through the secret passage. He moved with supernatural speed, invisible to the human eye. All Carpathians were capable of such things, and it was second nature to him.
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    In the entryway of his home, a tall, handsome man raged at his housekeeper. "You produce Alexandria immediately or I'll call the police. I think foul play has been committed, and you're in some way a party to it!" He was looking at Marie with contempt, as if she were an insect he could easily crush beneath his foot.
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    Abruptly the stranger fell silent, a cold shiver unexpectedly running down his spine. He had the distinct impression something was stalking him. Wildly, he looked around the immaculate yard.
    Empty. Still, the impression of danger was so strong, his heart began to pound, and his mouth went dry. Thomas Ivan's heart slammed against his chest when a man appeared virtually out of nowhere. He simply seemed to materialize behind the stubborn housekeeper. The man was tall, elegant, well-dressed. Long blond hair flowed to his broad shoulders, and unusual golden eyes regarded him with the unblinking stare of a cat. He exuded power. Power and strength. Danger clung to him like a second skin.
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    Thomas registered that the house reeked of money, and that this occupant was no one he could easily intimidate. The man seemed to glide forward, his muscles rippling beneath his silk shirt, his movement so fluid his feet barely seemed to touch the floor. He certainly made no sound as he moved. The hand putting Marie to one side was extraordinarily gentle, yet it conveyed a sense of menace to Thomas.
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    "Marie is here legally, and it is extremely rude of you to threaten members of my household.
    Perhaps those who work for you are simply servants, but my people are my family and under my protection." The words were spoken