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“Replace them with a few more,” she tempted. “I’ve got a high pain tolerance and I’m not fragile.”
Holy Hell, his dick hardened to the point of blinding pain. “I’m not going to put bruises on you.” He couldn’t, even if it was life or death. There was no way. He might go too far. “I won’t use violence,” he said, but it was more a reminder to his monstrous side than a promise to her.
“Then bite me.” She moved forward, unphased, and forced him to hold his ground or back up.
He backed the fuck up.
Jesus Christ, who was this woman? Dorian backed down from no one, especially not a human. Holy shit, he needed to put some space between himself and this creature shrouded in red. The things she was tempting him with were beyond his wildest fantasies and she couldn’t possibly mean what she was hinting at.
When she tipped her head to expose her throat, a guttural growl clawed out of him. His fangs ached to pierce her flesh. His tongue tingled with anticipation over what her blood would taste like. His cock wanted in on the action too, and he could imagine how hot her pussy would feel wrapped around his dick while he drank from her vein. As for marring her skin? He wanted to devour every fucking inch of her. Slap her ass until it glowed red. Grip her hard enough to leave finger bruises on her inner thighs while he fucked her brains out.
His world started rocking. His mind glitched. His mouth watered.
“I paid for seduction, yet I’m doing all the work.” Lena brushed her hand against his cock through his pants and he clenched his jaw. He had mere seconds to decide before things went too far.
Three… two…
Dorian bolted.
Chapter 16
“Dorian!”
He ignored Lucian’s commanding voice, painfully aware of everyone staring at him right now. He rushed down the steps, hell-bent to get out of The Wicked Garden and leave Lena alone. His pride and instincts bowed down to the priority of Lena’s safety. Sweat poured down his temples and trickled down his spine.
His lungs slammed together, trapping air and suffocating him.
“Dorian, stop!” Lucian grabbed his shoulder.
Getting grabbed like that was a tripwire for him, which Lucian knew well. Wracked with tension, Dorian snapped and swung. Lucian caught his fist, mid-strike. The two vampires snarled and hissed at each other, their bodies dangerously close. Eye-to-eye, they locked onto each other—both waiting to see what the other would do next.
Dorian didn’t want to attack anyone here, especially Lena or Lucian. He had to go. Now!
“I’ve got to get out of here,” he pleaded.
“You’re going to just leave her up there? Abandon her?”
Dorian’s vision wavered and everything turned red. “I’m not abandoning her. I’m sparing her.”
“You’re sparing yourself,” Lucian hissed.
Maybe he was. “I thought I could do it,” he whispered. “When I saw her, smelled her… followed her here…” Holy Hell, why did the universe hate him so much? “Why would she be here?”
Lucian wouldn’t know the answer, but Dorian didn’t expect him to. Coincidence, fate, rotten fucking luck - there were plenty of reasons why Lena would be in this club tonight.
“You can’t deny your destiny,” Lucian pressed.
“I can’t bear the idea of me being her fate.” She deserved better than him. Way better.
“That’s her choice. Right now, you just left her. In a very vulnerable position, might I add. If she leaves, she’s not going to come back. Is that really what you want?”
Dorian didn’t want Lena here to begin with. She needed to get out of this club, because if someone else became her host and dared look at her sweet body, much less touch it, Dorian would tear them to pieces.
He closed his eyes and immediately saw her face. Those purple and green bruises on her. The hunger in her gaze. The snap of her teeth. Sharpness of her wit…
Maybe that’s another reason he panicked. No way would she be turned on by the same things he was. He’d never be that lucky. Her confidence alone made his blood roar. She didn’t have an ounce of fear in her.
Lena was the perfect package for a creature like him. A gift.