Dark Fire (Dark Series)
Christine Feehan
Language: English
Pages: 400
ISBN: 0062019457
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
So Darius warned her when she accepted a position with his traveling troupe. And gazing mesmerized at the merciless slash of his mouth, the implacable resolve on his face, the soulless emptiness of his black eyes, Tempest was afraid to ask what it was.
She had always been different, apart from others. From the moment his arms closed around her, enveloping her in a sorcerer's spell, Darius seemed to understand her unique gifts. But did his kiss offer the love and belonging she sought, or a danger more potent than his own panthers?
Somewhere deep inside herself, Tempest realized she knew the answer. She had no choice but to accept the velvet stroke of his tongue, submit to the white-hot heat piercing her skin, welcome an erotic pleasure like no other….
same way he needed to love and protect her. Syndil and Desari exchanged a long look. “You asked Darius to convert you?” Desari asked, shocked. Tempest shrugged. “He won’t do it. He says it’s too dangerous. Is it? Does anyone know?” “I asked Julian,” Desari said eagerly. “He said that you must have some psychic ability. Otherwise, as a human, you could not be Darius’s lifemate. And believe me, Rusti, it is rather obvious you are his true lifemate. I have never seen my brother like this.” “I
tingled in anticipation. Every cell in her body went on alert, screaming a warning. “I asked you what your name is,” he whispered into her pulse. Rusti took a deep breath and made herself remain perfectly still, unflinching. If they were playing a game, she was not going to make a wrong move. “My name is Tempest Trine. But everyone calls me Rusti.” His white teeth flashed again. He looked like a hungry predator eyeing its prey. “Tempest. It suits you. I am Darius. I am the guardian of this
making her blood rush. His fingers tangled in her hair. “There are no other women. There have been no other women. You belong to me. Only you.” She wasn’t certain she believed he’d had no other women, but she found she wanted it to be true. “Gee, do I feel lucky,” she said. “It’s not every day I get bossed around by a vam—Carpathian. I’ve been on my own and taking care of myself for as long as I can remember, Darius, and I like it that way.” His hand had slipped to the nape of her neck, his
the hot water sluicing off her and onto him nearly unbearable in his sensitive state. “Put your legs around my waist, Tempest,” he ordered huskily, barely managing to get the words out. His body screamed for hers. She complied, and slowly he lowered her over his waiting shaft. At her hot, moist entrance, he paused, watching the expression on her face. He seemed large and intimidating to her, but her sheath was tight and velvet soft, gripping and enfolding him. The ecstasy of it tightening around
the kind of woman who’d go out with a vampire?” “The bodyguard is your boyfriend?” Cullen asked, incredulous. “He—” He forced himself to stop abruptly. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing? He sounds dangerous, Tempest. Very dangerous. I thought maybe he was involved with the singer.” “He is. Darius is Desari’s older brother.” Tempest pushed at her hair, suddenly wondering what she must look like. She had been working all morning and hadn’t thought to clean up before coming into town. She