Call Of The Dark

Chapter 106 Keep It Hidden

?After he had fed her to his heart's content, Lazarus helped her lie on the fur. He covered her with another fur and then added another layer of his cloak over it. Once he had tucked her nicely, he added a thick log to the fire so that it remained burning throughout the night. He was still wondering what it was that he was missing. He looked around with a worried expression and then busied himself with small jobs just to quell his anxiety and… his constant attraction for her.

His mate was a lusty little piece who made it sure that he would only keep thinking of how he was going to take her throughout the night. Would he be able to sleep?

"Why don't you come down and lie next to me?" she said when he was tying the saddlebag with more than necessary concentration.

He lifted his head up to control the urge to go and lie next to her. "I can't…" he breathed.

"Why not?" she asked innocently. "I am sure you are also tired." She patted the place next to her. "It's warm. Come here, Lorza."

Damn the saddlebag. Before he knew it, he had gotten up and was already going to her. He kicked his boots off and kneeled before her. "Are you sure that I can lie next to you?" he asked, looking at her intensely.

"I am very sure," she replied, puzzled as to why he was even asking it. "Unless you want to sleep somewhere else." The thought made her feel… restless.

The idea of sleeping somewhere other than next to Emma was… abhorring. "I don't have any other place to rest," he replied instantly.

She grinned. "Then please come here."

That was all the invitation he needed and he just couldn't resist his bride anymore. He slid beside her and before he could put logic to his actions, he had slid his arm around her waist. Emma turned to face him and nuzzled his chest, inhaling his scent and kissing on his bare skin. His senses exploded and his cock shot up painfully hard.

She tipped her head up and peppered kisses on his chin and neck. "I wish I would be able to trace with you," she said and then on purpose bared her neck. His hard shaft buried in her belly was heated like a brand on her skin. Pleasurable shivers went down her thighs. "Maybe, I can."

His eyes went straight to it and his fangs grew painfully hard as well. Her pulse point was thrumming with her decadent blood. He couldn't think of anything else except, sinking his cock and his fangs inside her at the same time. Initially when he was dying for this situation to happen, he was waiting for Maeve to enter her body. And now that Emma was his bride, he was scared of it because he didn't want to hurt her. "When you are well, you can," he replied with a ragged breath. "I hope it is warm enough for you."

She closed her eyes and buried her face in his chest. "It is cozy enough."

"And tracing you to the palace would be a bad idea," he added.

"Why?" She knew it would be a terrible idea.

"Because I want to protect you. I am selfish and I want to keep you away from everyone else."

"Then don't take me there," she said as she slid her hand to the back of his neck.

He tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "I don't want to, but we have to deal with Maeve." His hand curled at the back of her neck as he rested his chin on her forehead. The fire was burning bright and shadows danced on the walls and for once in his life he felt at peace. The touch of his mate was calming to his senses. It was a feeling of belonging that he had always been searching for. He had never thought that it would come from claiming his mate. He thought that it would come by seizing the throne and forcing himself on everyone.

"How are we going to deal with her?' she asked, tilting her head up.

"We have to pretend that we are not together."

"What?" Emma was shocked.

He looked down at her. There was a furrow in his forehead. "I hate this as much as you Emma, but if we don't do this, Maeve would know about us. And she would sabotage whatever I have built so far." He leaned in and kissed his mark on her. Shivers ran down her spine. "You have to keep this hidden."

"It won't be easy to do that with Maeve," Emma said, reveling in his kiss.

"I know…" he gazed into her eyes intensely. "But right now none of that matters. I have you here to myself only for a few hours and I am going to use that time wisely." Softly, he pressed his lips to hers but his kiss intensified quickly. He wrapped her thigh with his leg and grinded his shaft in her belly as he kissed her urgently.

Emma met him just as eagerly. She was hungry to feel his skin next to hers. When she pulled back, they were both breathless. She teased, "And where is your self-control, Lord Lorza?"

"Shut up and fuck me!" He captured her lips again. As their tongues danced in the game of domination, their hands frantically peeled each other's clothes. He had slid over her and pressed his weight over her body.

She moaned when his shaft pressed in the apex of her thighs and his firm chest pressed her breasts. They fit in perfectly like two lost puzzle pieces. His mouth moved down to her jaw, to her neck and then as he moved further down to her breasts, she moaned when he stared at her pebbled nipples.

"You don't know for how long I've been dying to draw from them," he rasped.

She arched her body. "Then do so, Lord Lorza."

His chest vibrated with a rumble. This girl would be the death of him. He latched his mouth over her nipple and sucked them hard. He didn't pierce them but grazed his fangs over there. She squirmed beneath him, arching her back to give him more.