Immortals After Dark 12 - Lothaire

with you. Do you not desire to kiss me? To know my touch?”
    “You will hurt me. Elizabeth isn’t aware of your boundless strength, but I am.”
    “I’ve managed not to injure her. Twice.”
    “You’ve used her twice ? And she never fought you?” Again she was disbelieving.
    “Allow me to demonstrate to you why she acquiesces.”
    “You say you haven’t injured her, but I’m in pain right now,” Saroya said. “Bruised and battered. Tell me, Lothaire, do you have any wounds, any twinges?”
    “Of course not.”
    “I have them all over my body.”
    “Then I will be gentler with you, even more careful with my Bride.” Cupping her face, he murmured at her ear, “Just relax, Saroya, and I vow to you that I will only bring you pleasure.”
    She will squeeze her eyes shut, her body stiffening, as if a frost grows over her.
    He leaned in to press his lips to hers, once and again, teasing with his tongue. He deepened the kiss, and she responded . . .
    Exactly as he’d predicted.
    He recoiled. “You’ve gone cold.” Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips thinned. And worse . . . he’d caught himself imagining it was Elizabeth to stay hard. “You don’t want my touch at all.”
    She opened her eyes. “I would never be able to relax for fear you’d harm me. Lothaire, imagine going into battle in a mortal state. With no regeneration, no power, no speed. Imagine being defenseless. Would you be so keen to rush into the fray—no matter how much you love warring?”
    She had a point. Convince yourself, Lothaire. You can’t lie to others, but you can lie to yourself.
    “When I am a vampire, things will be different,” she insisted. “For now, I beg your patience. I beg understanding from my male until then.”
    Yes, when she’s a vampire . . .
    And still he refused to accept that his Bride was sexually cold? No, Saroya could be made to want him. “Does your mortal body feel nothing but pain? You must have needs.”
    “No. Apparently you’ve satisfied any of those urges recently.”
    Blyad’! He’d wasted that pleasure on Elizabeth!
    Saroya awkwardly patted his shoulder. “You’ll soon find the ring, and then I’ll be yours in all ways. For now, use your mortal.”
    “Not concerned that I might become infatuated with her?” he asked, though he knew the answer. Saroya simply could not comprehend thatsomeone might not desire her above all others. Her arrogance prevented doubts like that.
    And he couldn’t help feeling as if there was a lesson inherent for him to be learned.
    “Not in the least, Lothaire. If you chose her over me, you’d have to renounce all your aspirations to the Horde throne, everything you’ve worked for all these thousands of years. Besides, you are so intelligent, I know that you can see through her manipulations. You would never let us be the pawns of a lowly mortal.”
    A pawn. He and his mother had been pawns to a mortal before. “Beseech Olya’s forgiveness . . .”
    Never again.
    “You’ve seen Elizabeth’s family,” Saroya continued. “Those would be your in-laws. She would want to live among them.”
    He stifled a shudder.
    “I barely survived living in that trailer. How well would you fit in there?”
    Lothaire would rather die.
    “I have an idea, vampire,” Saroya suddenly said. “Take me to your oracle.”
    “Why?” he asked, still kicking himself for sating the human.
    “You asked what I’d like to do this eve? I want to pose a question to her about the future.”
    He exhaled, tracing her to Hag’s.
    As soon as they appeared in the fey’s kitchen, Hag told Saroya. “Oh, it’s you .”
    Between gritted teeth, Saroya said, “How did you know it was I? Before I’d even said a word?”
    “Because of the makeup,” Hag murmured. “The gobs and gobs of makeup.”
    Saroya said pleasantly, “You’ve just ensured your death. Once your usefulness ends, Lothaire will bring me your head. I’ll use it as a fly catcher.”
    The fey’s eyes turned forest green with anger. “That is not in my future, goddess—”
    “This is my Bride, Hag,” Lothaire interrupted sharply, baffled by this hostility. “Not Elizabeth . Some respect, then.”
    “Very well.” But Hag’s eyes still glimmered.
    “You’ve aided Lothaire in seeing his future,” Saroya said. “I want a question about my own answered.”
    “I can only roll so many times in a day.” At Lothaire’s threatening look, Hag added, “But I will try.”
    “Ask your bones if the Horde