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Immortals After Dark 12 - Lothaire

Immortals After Dark 12 - Lothaire

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Autoren: Kresley Cole
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communal showering—had drilled out any inkling of modesty she’d once possessed.
    She had a stylish new haircut and a manicure and pedicure, but layers of makeup covered her face.
    Her lips were bright red, her eyes done up with flashy shadow. She looked like a porn-star version of herself.
    Makeup also concealed the scratch the vampire had given her. She scrutinized her neck and chest for more bites, but found none. So he’d told the truth.
    Considering the way he’d licked that stream of blood earlier, she’d thought for sure he’d bite Saroya and finish the job. So why had he refrained ?
    Had Saroya given Lothaire her virginity instead? For all that Saroya had loved to murder males, she’d never enjoyed one!
    Ellie pulled up the gown’s hem, and nearly screamed. Saroya had waxed her—completely.
    “What the fuck ?” Bald as a cue ball. “Who does this?” Her face heated.
    The bareness was so blatantly sexual . Surely Lothaire had deflowered her today.
    She sat on the toilet, matter-of-factly feeling herself, gently probing inside. No soreness. Her virginity was intact.
    So there’d been no sex and no biting? Did vampires even have sex? She recalled when he’d licked her blood. Her eyes went wide. “Oh!” He’d had an erection, had ground it against her back.
    Perhaps psycho Saroya had denied him. If she was indeed a goddess, then maybe she thought sex beneath her.
    So why the waxing?
    Ellie emptied her bladder, washed her hands, then headed back to the millennia-old immortal waiting for her.
    The bedroom was now lit. Recessed fixtures cast a muted glow.
    Once her eyes adjusted, his face drew her attention, and she did a stutter step. The first night she’d seen him, she’d been too petrified to register much about his looks, other than: red-eyed demon!
    Then earlier today, he’d been covered in blood. Now?
    Dear God, he’s . . . fine. All chiseled features and tousled blond hair. Even those creepy eyes couldn’t detract from the rest of his face, just made him look like some kind of fallen angel.
    Once she could pry her gaze from him, she noted other details—likethe size of the room. “If only it wasn’t so cramped,” she mumbled, gawking at the height of the ceiling.
    Decorated in shades of cream, the room was so spacious it was divided into study, sitting, and sleeping areas. The furniture was so ritzy, she feared to touch it.
    Yet the king-size mattresses lay straight on the floor. “You got something against bed frames?”
    “Vampires like to sleep as close to the ground as possible.”
    “But we’re not on the ground floor.”
    “Twenty-five stories from it. I also enjoy having the penthouse.”
    She’d never been above three stories before! She spied an enormous park just beyond the balcony. “That’s . . . Central Park?”
    “What of it?”
    She ran outside. Look at the pretty lights. Better than on TV—
    When she reached the balcony railing, she was shot backward as though she’d run into an invisible wall. Just as she was about to land on her ass, Lothaire gripped her sides, holding her upright.
    He drew her to her feet but remained close behind her. At her ear, he said, “Mystically protected, remember.” He grasped her wrist, forcing her to touch the invisible border.
    Her lips parted when she felt energy pressing back against her hand.
    “You can’t leave these premises in any way unless escorted by me.” He released her but didn’t move away.
    “One jail to another.”
    “Precisely,” he murmured, laying his palms over her hips.
    She froze, not knowing what to do. They probably appeared to all the world like lovers taking in the skyline, instead of a vampire and his captive. Her skin prickled with awareness of him.
    At length, he turned her to face him.
    Would pay to know what he’s thinking. “How do you move so fast?”
    “I don’t move fast. You, mortal, move slowly.” Had his gaze dipped to the revealing V of her dress?
    “And how do you vanish and appear?”
    “It’s called tracing —it’s how vampires travel.” He frowned at her, dropping his hands. “It’s been a while since I’ve spoken to someone who knows so little about our world. Unbelievably, it’s even less than you know about your own.”
    He started back to the bedroom, snapping over his shoulder, “Come.”
    She found her heels digging into the spot. The only thing that held a candle to her stubbornness was her inability to take orders. “You truly think you own

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