Immortals After Dark 12 - Lothaire

burned to death.”
    Ellie just kept her jaw from dropping.
    In a distant tone, Lothaire murmured, “No boy should hear those things. The Daci forsook her, returning when she was no more than scattered ash. But I will make them pay.”
    He’d been nearby when his mother had been raped and murdered? Why had Ivana’s father done nothing to save his daughter, to spare his grandson?
    Doesn’t matter, Ellie. Lothaire’s past doesn’t concern you. No matter how tragic.
    “How does the ring come into play?” Ellie knew that Lothaire planned to use it to turn Saroya into a vampire— and get rid of me —but how did that serve his blood vendetta? Shouldn’t acquiring his female have been on a different task list? “What does the ring do?”
    “Almost anything one wishes. For a time,” he added cryptically. “It’s a powerful talisman, yet deceptively simple to use. Just twist it on one’s finger and make a wish. But not too many.”
    “What does that mean?”
    He didn’t answer, just stroked her hair.
    Realizing she wasn’t going to get more from him on this subject, she said, “I know you’ll find it soon.”
    He grinned down at her, revealing even, white teeth, his fangs not so intimidating in this twilight. Lothaire Daciano was stunning when he smiled. “I will. And then you’ll be my queen forever.”
    “Yes, forever, Lothaire.”
    He curled his finger under her chin, instead of pinching it. “You want to be with me.”
    This unexpected tenderness, coupled with his vulnerability, was making her chest ache.
    “Waited an eternity for you.” He ran his knuckles along her cheekbone, his expression one of longing. And she had the strangest urge to cry. “I didn’t know what you would look like. Imagined for centuries, searching faces.”
    “Are you happy with how I look?”
    Another roguish smile made her heart clench. “I could stare at Saroya for hours.”
    A compliment, Ellie supposed. She tilted her head at him. Lothaire appeared younger when he grinned. “How old were you when you turned immortal?”
    “I was thirty-three when my heart stopped beating.” He sighed. “Last time I took a maid.”
    As she’d thought. Thousands of years without a woman. “Are you truly evil, Lothaire?”
    “Yes,” he answered without hesitation.
    “Do you really mean to do me harm?”
    “When I find the ring, yes. To you, I’m nothing more than death,” he said, even as he gave her cheek another tender stroke.
    “Will it hurt when you cast out my soul?”
    “The ring might bring you pain. I don’t know.”
    Disturbingly vague. “You won’t show me any mercy?”
    “Mercy? My father begged me for it once. After I decapitated him, I fed his remains to the dogs.” Lothaire gave her a sinister smile, so different from his heartbreaking grin. This was more a baring of his fangs. “He hated dogs.”
    “You k-killed your own father?”
    He tensed around her. “Perhaps he oughtn’t to have buried me alive for six centuries.”
    “B-buried—”
    “Sent to my grave. Before I was dead.”
    Oh, dear God. Last night, she’d recognized that she was out of her depth with Lothaire. Now she realized she was out of her depth with this entire new world of his. A world filled with hate and torture and murder.
    No wonder he wanted Saroya.
    And still, she found herself reaching out to smooth her fingertips along his strong jaw. “I’m sorry for what you’ve suffered—”
    He snapped his head around and bit her forefinger.
    “Ow.” Like some rabid animal!
    When blood rose, he clasped her wrist and drew her hand to his mouth, closing his lips over her fingertip. As he began to suck, his lids grew heavy, then closed altogether. Those sculpted muscles relaxed all around her.
    And oh, she responded to his obvious pleasure. Watching his lips work made her melt. When his tongue twined around her fingertip, she felt a slow, wet ache build between her legs.
    Why hadn’t she let him suckle her breasts before? To have his hungry mouth working her stiffened nipples?
    Suddenly he released her, his expression intent. “Need you.”
    She swallowed, wondering what he would do now. “Lothaire?”
    “Do you want me to touch you?”
    Did she? Would he hurt her? If he could caress her as gently as he’d worked that puzzle . . .
    Before he’d thrown it in a rage.
    Ellie had planned to seduce him away from Saroya. Am I gonna give up after one failure?
    He cupped her breast with a hot palm, those elegant fingers