Alexander meandered through the smoky club, his gaze roaming from patron to patron, until he found the one he sought—Lyssa. Music throbbed through its walls, down to its very foundation. The singer onstage was exhorting the virtues of possession and abandonment to his lover. As he passed through the crowd, his gaze settled on back on the delectable Lyssa. She writhed in time to the music, eyes closed, lips barely parted. Alexander licked his lips, set his glass down and made his way toward her.
He slipped an arm around her waist and guided their bodies together. She melted against him, and he allowed himself a small smile. Many of his kind found modern women bewildering—their self-assurance, their independence, but he knew the delicate truth—that deep within her core Lyssa needed the kind of release he would bring her. Her body was lush and curvy, and her hair swung free as their bodies ghosted over each other. It was an intoxicating sensation, after so many centuries of her absence. Their lips met, soft at first and then deeper as her lips parted to receive him.
Alexander kissed down her neck, till he found her racing pulse. Her heartbeat drummed a siren’s call; he let his canines trail over it in answer.
She gasped; the sound was a mixture of shock and delight. “I didn’t think you’d come,” she said.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Most men wouldn’t bother; I’m not an easy woman to know.”
He smiled as if he knew her already. The air around her was hot, and it wound around her tightly. She staggered back; Alexander’s arms were around her before she could fall.
“I’ve got you,” he held her close.
Lyssa leaned back against the wall behind them and drew a deep breath. “I need air.”
“As my lady wishes.”
An arcane statement, she found herself thinking. They exited the club, and went out into the street. She threw a glance at his aura. It shimmered with silvery flecks. He’s definitely not human; the thought came back to her.
‘Neither are you,’ his voice was serene as it touched her mind.
“You have no right,” her eyes narrowed.
“You could have asked me.”
“Sure I could. Hey cutie, nice jacket, are you a fae or a vampire?”
Alexander gave a humorless laugh. “A woman of your caliber talents ought to know that answer already.”
Lyssa shook her head. “I don’t normally use my abilities to pry information from unwitting people.”
“Most would be proud to be from a lineage like yours.”
“Who are you, my godfather?”
“Your rebellious streak hasn’t changed any,” he said.
“You know, I’d love to continue this conversation, but I think I’d better go now,” she stepped onto the sidewalk.
“If you leave, you’ll return,” he stepped in front of her.
She gave a lopsided smile. “Is that so?”
“You deny who you are,” his eyes raked her hungrily.
“I am a college professor who has class in the morning,” she tried to sidestep him unsuccessfully.
Alexander kept his voice low and persuasive. “I do not seek to enthrall you, Lyssa. I am not sure that I could.” His eyes met hers. “But you have captured me.”
“I’ve done nothing of the sort,” her voice faltered in his steady gaze. Darkness flashed before her eyes. Images welled up and jumbled—Alexander’s arms around her, their bodies flung against a down-stuffed bed, the scent of burning incense, oils daubed on her brow. His blue eyes swirled dark and dangerous with the promise of the pleasures that only the union of souls could bring.
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