Vampire Lords of Blacknall: Trinity by Shirl Anders Page B

looking down on her for a long moment. He said, “I only want you safe and happy.”
    He looked so troubled as he turned and left the room, it broke her heart. She wished the same thing for him: wanting him safe. The only avenue left for her was the one she’d concluded last night. She needed to write to finishing schools that very evening for a position and have them posted in the morning. She personally knew several dames of society who sat on the boards of well-named schools she could speak to in person.
    Yet it would take her very far away from Trinity.
    The thought leaped into her mind with an instant feeling of dread. She raised the heel of her palm to her temple, rubbing. “Go away!” she exclaimed to the thoughts. She rubbed more forcibly. “Leave me be!” She wouldn’t think of him. She wouldn’t. Surely, the attraction of having tasted his essence would fade eventually.
    God, she prayed so.

 
     
    Chapter Twelve
     
     
    F anton stood in the dark shadows of the room over the sleeping form of Beth. Her insolent brother sat guard outside the door. The fool completely ignored the courtyard doors. Fanton was not smiling, though; something was different about his little Beth, and he didn’t like it. She lay on her back with the covers twisted about her waist, leaving only a thin night rail to cover her tits. He wondered how she could manage to endure the pain laying on her back in her sleep.
    Yet the rise and fall of her large tits distracted his hand. He cupped one, feeling the fat globe. He was hungry, so famished that he felt weak from the loss. Sweet delectable Beth. His other hand reached for the mound of her other tit.
    Beth saw the wildness in Trinity’s gaze. He hungered for her with cravings that made her moan and undulate her body in sensuous invitations. She saw his tangled long, blond hair, deep penetrating eyes, and his hard jaw. He was so handsome … so masculine, he made her breath quiver with longing as she raised her breasts to his touch. He was harsh with need, twisting her nipples and making her cry out as she felt his hot breath against the column of her throat.
    “What foulness has tainted my virgin!”
    It was a snarled voice she feared beyond all else. Beth’s eyelids flew open and she was staggered, as she’d thought she’d been awake with her eyes open and her fingers reaching for Trinity.
    “Fanton!” she gasped, and before she could move, he leapt to straddle her body on the bed. He tugged her wrist to his mouth and she bucked her body beneath him trying to force him off her as she tried to jerk her wrist away from him. His irises flashed red, and she reacted to his attack crying, “No! No!”
    “Why aren’t you mesmerized to my will?” he demanded with harsh and wet hissing sounds around his teeth, which had extended into two long lances past his lips,
    Beth tugged her arm with all her might. “Let me go!” she cried, wondering why she didn’t scream.
    A terrible sting penetrated her wrist. Now her mind screamed in terror, as Fanton hissed horrible vibrations against her wrist with his mouth. His entire body recoiled — one second he was on top of her, and the next he was halfway across the room.
    “ Foulness ,” he growled gutturally, like a beast.
    She didn’t wait to understand what he meant. Terror sent her running from the bed. Fanton was a vampire! Was she in a nightmare she couldn’t awaken from? She pushed through the drapes to find the glass doors open to the courtyard. On bare feet, she stumbled past them, out onto the cold, damp tiles of the patio.
    The word, “ Bitch ,” whooshed through the air from behind her, back in the room, as she fled forward into the foggy night.
    The long braid of her hair began to unravel as she cast her frightened gaze repeatedly over her shoulder. Was he following her? She couldn’t tell, and it reminded her too much of the terrifying chase in the woods she’d endured just the night before. Her nightgown was not a