He stilled as the midnight gaze searched her flushed face. "Understandable, I suppose. "
"You understand nothing. "
His faint smile remained, but for the first time Shay noticed the lines of strain around his magnificent eyes.
"Perhaps not, but I do understand that I am in no humor to battle you this evening, pet. I have been injured and I need blood to recover my strength. "
Shay had nearly forgotten the stab wounds he had received during his battle with the man. Not that she particularly cared at the moment.
She didn't like his mention of blood.
"And?"
The amusement returned to his eyes as he easily read her unease. "And while I prefer to escort you to my lair in a civilized manner, I can keep you shackled and drag you there kicking and screaming. The choice is yours. "
She refused to show her relief. It was only a matter of time before she became an unwilling donor.
"Some choice. "
"For the moment it is the only one you have. What is it to be?"
She glared at him before at last sticking out her arms. There was no point in fighting the inevitable. Besides the iron rubbing against her skin was hurting worse than she wanted to admit.
"Take off the shackles. "
"I have your word that you will not attempt to fight me?"
Shay blinked in surprise. "You trust my word?"
"Yes. "
"Why?"
"Because I can read your soul. " He held her gaze with ease. "Your word?"
Well. . . crap.
She didn't want him to know that once she gave her word she would never go back on it. It gave him yet another hold over her.
For a moment she refused to make the pledge. How could she live with herself if she didn't at least try to put a stake through his heart? She did have her pride, after all. But as he continued to stare at her with that unnerving stillness only a vampire could pull off, she heaved a grudging sigh. He was prepared to remain in that precise position for an eternity if necessary.
"For tonight I will not attempt to fight you," she said through gritted teem.
He smiled at her grudging promise. "As good as I'm going to get, I suppose. "
"Damn straight. "
Viper found a smile tugging at his lips as he escorted the Shalott from the auction house to his waiting car. He wasn't at all sure why he was pleased. He had come to the auction because he couldn't get the beautiful demon out of his mind. He didn't have a clue what he intended to do with her. He had only known he couldn't allow anyone else to own her.
His plans, however, hadn't included a battle with some minor dark wizard, or pissing off a powerful enemy that would no doubt want revenge, or being treated like some bloodsucking monster by his very own slave.
So why the devil was he smiling?
His gaze lowered to watch the angry twitch of Shay's hips as she walked in front of him. Ah, yes. Now he remembered.
A lick of pure desire curled through his stomach.
The scent of her potent blood was enough to make any vampire hard and aching. She perfumed the very air with lust. But that was not what captured and held his attention.
It was her exotic beauty, the manner in which she moved with that liquid grace, the fierce determination that shimmered in the golden eyes, and the danger that swirled about her like a cloud of enticement.
She would never be just an easy lay. Her lover would never know when he kissed her whether she would wrap her legs around him or rip his heart out.
It added a delicious dash of excitement that he hadn't felt in far too long.
With his eyes still transfixed by the gentle sway of her hips Viper was forced to step to the side as Shay came to a sharp halt in front of the gleaming black limo.
"Is this yours?" she demanded.
"For my sins. "
She forced a smile to her lips, but Viper could feel her wariness. She seemed more disturbed than impressed by his blatant display of wealth.
"Nice. "
"I like to live well. " With a smooth motion Viper pulled the door open and motioned with his hand. "After you. "
There was a tense beat, and then with a tilt of her chin, Shay was climbing into the dimly lit depths.
"Holy crap. " she muttered beneath her breath.
He smiled as he settled in the seat across from her. The cat was a work of art. Plush white seats, polished satinwood, moonroof, built-in wine cabinet, and plasma TV.
What more could a discerning vampire desire?
Waiting until the car smoothly purred from the curb, Viper pulled out two crystal glasses and poured them a generous measure of his favorite vintage.
"Wine? It is a particularly exquisite burgundy. "
She took the glass only to sniff at it as if she feared it might be poison. "I wouldn't know the difference if you had brewed it in your bathtub. "
Viper hid his smile by taking an appreciative sip of me wine. "I see I shall have to introduce you to me delights of fine living. "
The golden eyes narrowed. "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why would you bother? It can't matter to you if I appreciate expensive wine or mile-long limos. "
He gave a small shrug. "I prefer a companion who possesses a bit of sophistication. "
"Companion?" Shay gave a short, humorless laugh. "Me?"
"I did pay a great deal of money for you. Did you believe that I intended to hide you away in some damp cell?"
"Why not? You can drain me as easily in a damp cell as anywhere. "
Viper sprawled with elegant ease in his seat, wincing slightly as his injuries protested at the pressure against them. They would be healed within a few hours, but until then they would be a painful reminder of his most recent battle.
"It is true that I could make a fortune off your blood," he murmured, regarding her tight expression over the rim of his glass. "Vampires would pay any price for a taste of your potent elixir. However, I have no desperate need for more wealth, and for the moment I prefer to keep you to myself. "
"Your own private stock?" she rasped, folding her arms over her stomach.
"Perhaps," he murmured in distracted tones as he reached into a small compartment beneath his seat and removed a small ceramic pot. "Hold out your arms. "
She predictably stiffened, her breath catching in horror. She had made it clear that she considered sharing her blood with a vampire a fate worse than death.
"What?"
"I said, hold out your arms. "
"Now?"
"Now. "
Her jaw worked as she glared at him with fury. Viper held out a slender hand, calmly waiting.
Long moments passed before she muttered a low curse and thrust out her arm.
"Here. "
Grasping her forearm in one hand he used his other hand to scoop out the pale green cream from the ceramic pot and carefully began to smear it on the red and blistered skin of her wrists. The wounds from the iron shackles would scar unless proper care was taken.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"There is no need for you to suffer. I have no liking for witches, but not even I can deny they know how to brew a hell of an ointment. "
A frown touched her brow as he reached to tend to her other wrist.
"Why are you doing this?"
"You're injured. "
"Yes, but. . . why do you care?"
Viper met her gaze steadily. "You belong to me now. I take care of my own. "
Her lips thinned, not entirely happy with his explanation, but her muscles relaxed beneath his gentle touch and she didn't try to pull away. Not until he lifted her wrist so he could press his lips to her raw skin.
"No, please," she whispered, "I. . . "
Without warning her eyes widened, and with a powerful movement that caught him off guard, she had pulled free of his hold and had her hand press
ed to the window.
Viper tensed at the sudden danger in the air. "What is it?"
"The darkness from the auction house," she whispered. "It's following us. "
"Get down. " he commanded, once again reaching beneath the seat. On this occasion he pulled out a sleek handgun.
There was a sudden thump as the limo was hit from behind and Viper muttered a low curse. He wasn't concerned they would wreck. The car had been built to withstand a small nuclear bomb. And, of course, his driver was a vampire. Pierre's reflexes were the best he had ever seen. Not to mention the fact he was immortal.
The perfect chauffeur.
But he would have the heart of anyone stupid enough to so blatantly attack him.
Leaning sideways Viper slowly lowered the smoke-tinted window. A gust of air whipped through the interior, stealing the comforting warmth. Fall had descended without mercy, leaving a chilled edge to the night
Behind them a large jeep was continuing to accelerate in a futile effort to run them off the road. Even at a distance he could. tell that there were two passengers, and that they were both human.
"Give me one. "
Startled by Shay's soft demand Viper turned to regard her with a narrowed gaze.