Immortals After Dark 12 - Lothaire

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    What choice did she have? If all it took was a ring to be rid of Ellie, sooner or later Lothaire was going to find it.
    Then Saroya would win.
    Never.
    I’m gonna seduce Lothaire. Make myself irreplaceable to him. But she knew that would take more than merely seducing his body.
    If I were an ancient immortal, what would I want?
    Energy, surprise, excitement.
    Ellie could keep him on his toes, keep him guessing. She’d win over this vampire’s mind as well.
    Then they’d boot Saroya’s ass to the curb, and Ellie would own her jewels!
    I don’t have to die. My future is in my hands once more. She would use everything in her arsenal, all the lessons she’d ever learned, drawing on all her truck-cab follies, her vices and victories.
    She’d pit her country wisdom against his worldly—and otherworldly—knowledge.
    My fate boils down to making a vampire want me more than he does a goddess.

    Lothaire paced, raging inside. Dawn had come and gone, the night over.
    And Saroya was dormant. Which meant she had no desire to see him.Even after he’d explained to her that his lusts couldn’t be quelled. Even when the burgeoning pressure within him had turned to pain.
    That bitch! I’d been right about her, I predicted this. Saroya would wait as much as a month to rise? While he was out battling for them?
    Where was the loyalty, the unity between them?
    His suffering mind could hardly process this situation. He should have forced her into his bed yesterday—instead of buying her goddamned clothes!
    With a bellow, he swung a fist, crushing an antique whiskey service.
    Never had he wanted a woman who didn’t desire him back.
    “Lothaire?” Elizabeth murmured. “I need to tell you something.”
    “Then say it!”
    “It’s embarrassing. I’m not going to shout it across the room.” She twisted her hair up, leisurely tying it into a knot.
    She played with those silky strands as if she knew just how it affected him. Eyes riveted, he imagined she’d bared her neck for him.
    Bared it in invitation. His shaft throbbed harder. “Tell me.”
    She crooked her finger. “Kindly come?”
    He rubbed his tongue over a fang, then traced to stand just in front of her. “What?”
    She stood, going up on her toes. When she laid her delicate hands on his chest, he nearly shuddered.
    At his ear, she breathed, “Lothaire, I can tell you’re stiff as timber.”
    That was . . . unexpected. Another near shudder. “You think I didn’t notice?”
    “Just wanted to let you know that others could too.”
    “Look at it, Elizabeth.” He pinched her chin and pulled her head down. “Would I ever be so deluded as to think that could go unnoticed?”
    She kept staring down at his shaft even after he released her. His own head fell back.
    Can feel her pretty gaze on it.
    He envisioned pressing her to her knees, then feeding his cock between her lips. He’d command her to suck it until there was nothing left of him. . . .
    She murmured, “Maybe you want to come back in here afterward.”
    “After what?”
    “After you go take care of that.”
    “You assume I need to tend to myself.” After the first stroke, he’d be right back with her, roughly groping, desperate to spend with her. Or rather, with Saroya.
    My Bride. Who won’t deign to see me. Then fuck her. He would use this mortal for his own pleasure. And if the fancy struck him, he’d make her luscious little body come, climaxing so hard that the goddess would still be feeling it when she did make an appearance.
    “ You are going to tend to me, girl.”
    Elizabeth displayed no fear, no surprise, just took his measure with studying gray eyes.
    “You’re not going to fight me?”
    “No. All I ask is that you shower off the blood first.”
    “What’s your plan?” With a sneer, he said, “Perhaps you’ll try to make me want you more than I do Saroya?”
    Elizabeth raised her brows.
    “I’ve predicted every move on your chessboard, every play you could possibly make. This is the only move open to you.”
    “Maybe that’s exactly what I plan.”
    Another sneer. “Then I’ll give you a chance to demonstrate how badly you want to sway me. When I return from my shower, be wearing the red silk gown and go to your knees before me.”
    Just as he was tracing away, he heard her murmur, “I’ll make sure you’ll be . . . pleased.”

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    E llie masked her shock until he’d traced away.
    The vampire meant to just use her in the most cursory way