Call Of The Dark

Chapter 32 Not Going To Happen

?The way she looked at him, full of lust, he was sure that Emma was up to something… sexy.

Clasping his hands behind his head, in a snide tone Lazarus said, "I am ready to be pleasured." Again. "How are you going to seduce me away from Maeve's enchanting clutches?" He beckoned her with his finger and patted his thighs. "Come sit here and try. I highly doubt you will succeed though."

Looking at his thighs, her cheeks heated till her ears.

? "I knew you didn't have it," he scoffed as if throwing the gauntlet towards her. "I highly doubt you had any section charms that you could use on me. I am going to laugh at you along with Maeve after this."

His facial expressions were so mocking that she had to accept the challenge. Moreover, she had only one chance at living and it all depended on how much she could seduce him. Out of the twenty-one days, she had lost one day and she only had twenty days with her before the soul casting ritual.

When Lazarus wasn't there, Emma had talked to Ginger about… seduction. About how to seduce a man in twenty days. Ginger was surprised. "Why are you asking about seduction, m'lady?" Ginger asked warily. "Don't play any dangerous games. Lord Lazarus is going to hate it if you try to seduce other men."

"Should I seduce him then?" she said, glancing at her to see her expressions.

Ginger chuckled. "Lord Lazarus can't be seduced. He has eyes only for goddess Maeve. I heard that he is waiting for her to enter you so that he can claim her."

Emma gritted her teeth. She was going to fracture their relationship and save herself. "Well then, tell me how to seduce men. I don't have many days to live. So I might as well enjoy my life." She couldn't tell her that she was out to seduce the mighty Lord Lazarus. The idea of Maeve being with Lazarus was… abhorrent. And she didn't know why. She shouldn't have cared, but all she wanted was to pull him out of her clutches.

Ginger gave her another suspicious look. "I can tell you, but I am scared that if anything untoward happens, Lord Lazarus won't hesitate in killing me."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Nothing will happen. I promise I won't tell him a thing."

On her promise, Ginger yielded. "Okay, the best person to know about seduction techniques is asking Rina, the royal concubine. It is said that she had been successful all the time except with Lord Lazarus. Like I said, he has eyes for Goddess Maeve."

"Enough of Maeve!" Emma muttered out of pure irritation and jealousy. "Take me to Rina." Emma remembered who Rina was. She was the woman who was sitting on Lazarus's lap and who she wanted to pull out of his lap. But desperate times called for desperate measures. So she was going to eat the bitter pill of learning the seduction techniques from Rina.

When Emma went to the chamber of the concubines, she was aghast. All of them were scantily dressed and were roaming around like pure sin. Rina narrowed her eyes on Emma but soon she became friendly with her and told her a few things. None of them registered Emma's brain perfectly. But Emma was going to try them all in her way.

With a few pointers in her mind, Emma was now standing on the door with his shirt on. Rina had mentioned that men like when women wore their clothes. Emma seemed to drown in his shirt, but she couldn't help feeling cozy in it. She decided that she was going to make every encounter with Lazarus life-changing. And she was going to make sure that her skills were more than he could imagine.

She removed herself from the door's frame and ambled towards him, enticingly, swaying her hips excessively. She noticed that his gaze was on her breasts that were jiggling as she walked. So she jiggled them more. She paused for a moment only to see his reaction and he growled. Perfect. She continued to walk to him and after a momentary hesitation, she climbed on the bed to straddle his thighs.

Her heart accelerated like a horse gone wild, but she bit her bottom lip to control her nerves.

"Ah! I can hear your heartbeat. You are already nervous, aren't you, pet?"

"I am not your pet," she said.

"You are. I provide for all your needs, so you are my pet."

"You can give me a nickname if you like," she said and started to open the buttons of his shirt. "And I have a condition."

Lazarus's chest was heaving under her touch. As she opened his buttons, he wondered what she was going to do. "What condition?" he asked, his voice growing hoarse.

"You won't touch me while I… mmm… pleasure you." Emma's cheeks heated again. This time she knew the meaning of pleasure because Rina had taught her many ways to "pleasure" men.

Lazarus's hands were already coming to her thighs. He could smell her sex and the violets of her blood. The mixture of these scents was so heady and potent. How could he not touch her? "That's not going to happen." He dismissed her condition. He took his hands to her thighs and placed them on them. While Emma stilled for a moment and then continued to open his buttons, her touch burned him, branded him.

"I am scared that you will hurt me," she said in a soft voice as she lifted her eyelashes to gaze into his red eyes. She took her hands to his and removed them from her thighs gently and placed them on his sides.

His fangs grew in anticipation. "I would like to see how you will take the lead Emma," he said. 'And once you do that, I will pin you and drive inside you,' he thought.

Emma gave him her seductive half smile as taught by her mentor.

Now Lazarus was… enthralled. He was sure that Emma had the genes of a siren.