Page 6 of Bewitched By a Vampire

“I need a favour.” Night stared at the female. She hadn’t moved. She still stood in the window, watching him, the feel of her gaze on him drawing all of his focus to her. He resisted the urge to sharpen that focus and dragged his gaze away instead. It would be a mistake. He wanted to hunt her as it was. Wanted to seduce her out of his brother’s grasp. Dangerous. He needed a distraction to get his mind off her. “I need a party put together for tomorrow night. All the usual suspects.”

“You called the right vampire.” Laurent sounded amused, or possibly proud, but then his tone sobered. “Any special requests?”

Night swallowed. Was this a good idea? Or a terrible one? He looked at the female and settled on it being a good idea. It wasn’t like him. It wasn’t his style. But if he didn’t satisfy the needs building inside him, he was liable to do something that might get him killed, and strangely, he didn’t want to die right now. He refused to look too closely at that.

“Night?” Laurent prompted.

Night closed his eyes and turned away from the female, sure this was a good idea for another reason, too. She would hear about it, might even witness it, and it would give her a good reason to stay the hell away from him.

Might even go as far as destroying any shred of attraction she felt towards him.

Because it would paint him as the monster he was.

“A hunt.” He let those words tumble from his lips.

Laurent was silent for a moment, in which Night was sure the male was going to question why he wanted the vampire equivalent of a fox hunt, where humans would be turned loose within the grounds to run for their lives while Night and his guests tracked them down, or maybe even point out this wasn’t like him, but then Laurent said, “I can do that. Renard has some contacts who can get him the humans on short notice.”

“The party will be at Bastian’s house. I’ll send you the address. Invite some of your friends too. And the most beautiful women you can find.” Night resisted the urge to look at the window to see if she was still there. Still watching. “He’s away for a few days and I plan to turn every damned one of them into a party.”

“Wrecking your brother’s home? Sounds like fun.” Laurent chuckled. “Just make sure what you do doesn’t come back to bite you.”

That was what Night was trying to do.

He looked at the window.

But it was empty.

Chapter 3

For the first time since accepting her mission, Lilian felt she was in danger.

When Bastian had declared he had urgent business to attend to in London and that he would return in a week, she had been thankful for the reprieve, but as she stood in the grand entrance hall of his home, staring at the vampire who was to be her guard for the next few days, she was starting to wish he would come back.

Night resembled his older brother in many ways. Same neat rich brown hair. Same ice-cold pale blue eyes. Same ridiculously good bone structure. One thing was different about him though.

While Bastian was handsome, Night wasseductivelyhandsome. It was as if fate had taken Bastian as the blueprint and turned the dials up to eleven when they had made his younger brother.

The tall, lithe and elegant vampire before her cut an all too alluring figure in his tailored black suit, with his equally dark shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of the honed body it concealed.

His aquamarine eyes pierced her soul as she dared to look into them and the corners of his profane lips tilted into the ghost of a smile, one that had her pulse quickening.

Mother earth, she was in trouble.

If Bastian’s sudden disappearance hadn’t thrown a spanner in the works, Night’s sudden appearance might. Need threatened to burn up her blood and she had to fight her own body to keep her reaction hidden from him, fearing what he might do if he realised the effect he had on her.

The other servants left them alone and she told herself to move, to follow the mortals and escape this vampire, but her feet refused to cooperate, remaining rooted to the marble floor.

Something crossed his face, darkening his eyes for a moment, ringing them with crimson.

“Where is your room?” His deep voice rolled over her. Rocked her. Shook her to her core. She opened her mouth, but he didn’t give her the chance to tell him. He barked, “Do not speak. Show me.”

Before she could do that, he was before her, his hand locked around her arm.

Skin on skin with her.

She tensed at the sudden hot wave that rolled up her arm, electric tingles chasing in its wake, and stared up at him. His eyes widened and for a heartbeat he looked as if he might release her, and then he was dragging her towards the stairs and up them. She struggled to keep up with his long strides as he tugged her along the corridor, fought to tear her eyes away from his profile even as she drank her fill of him, caught up in the hurricane of feelings he had caused inside her with only an innocent touch.

Lilian stumbled along the cream hallway behind him, trying to rouse herself because she needed to remain in control. If she lost control, she would ruin everything. She wasn’t surprised when he paused before her door. Vampires had acute senses. Her intel said that Night was over a thousand years old. At his age, his senses would be incredible. He could probably sniff her out over a vast distance.

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