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Dark Travesty	By : bardnightstar Category: A through F > Dark Series Views: 2305 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dark Travesty: Chapter Four

Disclaimer: Once again, I do not know a)Christine Feehan, b)her works, or c)the “Dark” series. Kind of wish I did sometimes, though, considering she probably has a hell of a lot more money than I do. ^_^

Author’s Note: Expect reaching of that NC-17 rating within the next chapter or so. Hee hee…

Chapter Four

Alaric sighed. Why was this so difficult to explain? At times like this, he wished he knew more of his own people—preferably someone with a lifemate who had been human! How was he supposed to explain all of this to someone dead set on believing it was impossible?

“Okay, look,” he said and, feeling foolish, opened his mouth. The Beast inside him was rather close to the surface, considering this close proximity to his lifemate, and he had no problem coaxing his teeth to extend.

Ryan stared at him, her face expressionless. “That is ridiculous. Although you really must have a remarkable orthodontist to pull off that set of fake teeth.”

“You know that I’m not lying,” he replied. “That is what happened earlier, and how I was able to call the…electricity, I suppose, to destroy the body.” Normally it was lightning. He still wasn’t sure how he’d twisted that little ability so much.

She sighed. “All right. I’ll go out on the limb still. But what does this have to do with me?”

“Well, lass, you…are my lifemate.”

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“Let me think about that—no.” She shook her head. “That’s not possible, and you are crazy.” She stood shakily. “Get the hell out.” Her legs might have been betraying her, but her voice remained strong, much to her relief and satisfaction. She pointed at the backdoor, not even wanting to walk him to the front entrance.

To her surprise, though he stared at her for a long moment, he finally stood and left without a word. There had been something alarming in his eyes, though, but she wasn’t sure what.

After Alaric left, Ryan quickly locked the backdoor, then went to check that the front one was still secured. Then, she returned to her seat in the living room, and stared mindlessly at the television set until her sister arrived home, with a sleeping August in her arms. Ryan was scarcely able to speak parting words to her, and hurried home in the darkness, jumping at every shadow without really being able to place why. Her heart was pounding in her chest.

This was so ridiculous! How could one nutcase unsettle her so? Worse was the fact that her gift told her he was telling the truth. Also, she had to admit a strong attraction to him that was really getting on her nerves. She would never admit that aloud, and yet her body was screaming at her. Hormones…why couldn’t she get rid of them? Perhaps by going into an insanely early menopause…no, that was too close to running away. She would face this up front, damn it all, and make it go away that way!

Ryan defiantly took the alleys back home, and came inside through the back entrance. Everything was just as she’d left it. She couldn’t help but breathe a heavy sigh of relief at the familiarity.

Without doing much more than kicking off her shoes and taking off her coat, Ryan fell facedown onto her bed. Sure, her mind was going a mile a minute, but her body demanded sleep.

Ryan calmly filled the last plastic container of herbs—gummi worms. She sighed, and put down the box at her feet, checking to make sure everything was in order. After all, this was a very important day for the shop, considering the fact it was the fourth eclipse of Venus. Everything had to be exactly right.

“Can we talk, lass?” a voice said, right in her ear.

“No,” she replied distantly, not turning from the wall. “And stop calling me that, I’m not a collie dog.”

A low chuckle, as a finger traced her abdomen beneath the loose tank top. “Aye, that you’re not.”

Why was that accent so incredibly sexy, anyway? Something in it turned her blood to steam. She shut her eyes, allowing him to continue tracing her skin, exploring further.

“I want you,” he said again, still in that soft murmur. “Let me have you.”

There were a million reasons why that was a bad idea…weren’t there? And yet none of that seemed important now, as she turned, eyes still shut, into his embrace, to meet his kiss.

“Wait!” she said, pulling out of it at the moment it would have progressed further. Her eyes shot open, meeting Alaric’s.

He looked bemused. “And just why should I do that?”

“Because I…have to…um…I have to make sure the cat is being milked properly,” she concluded triumphantly.

“Not on your life, girl,” he retorted, forcing her chin upward as he seized her lips. She pushed him away this time, and he grabbed her, shoving her backwards against the front door to the shop.

“Let me go,” she said firmly.

“I think not,” replied Alaric, moving his hands from her shoulders to graze her breasts lightly. Ryan felt her body responding to him, and let out a soft gasp.

He smiled, brushing her lips with his. “I told you.”

She grabbed onto him then, not caring about the consequences as she ruthlessly and thoroughly kissed him, her lithely muscled body crushed between him and the wooden door, with its surprisingly strong window. She surprised him with her sudden fervor.

Then, she ducked away from him easily as she ended the kiss, the last thing he would be expecting.

He turned to look at her impatiently, where she stood well out of arm’s reach. “Will you come to me, or shall I come to you?”

Coyly, she backed toward the counter, then reached behind her to support herself with her arms as she jumped onto it. Her eyes remained on him the entire time, silhouetted by the afternoon sun outside.

“You are mine,” he said firmly. “You are only delaying what will be.”

She tossed her hair back deliberately in challenge. “Prove it.”

With a low growl he dove for her. She rolled off the counter easily before he reached her, laughing, and crossed the room.

“This could get interesting,” she declared, as he glared at her, still supported by the countertop. In a fit of impish perversity, she slipped her own hands beneath her loose brown tanktop and lifted it over her head, casting it aside. She still wore a rather modest bra, but it was amusing to her nonetheless.

“You don’t even know what you’re doing now, lass,” he admonished, straightening and slowly walking towards her.

“I know that you can’t catch me,” Ryan replied defiantly.

“I will catch you when I’m good and ready,” countered Alaric. “Fate will never be denied.”

She regarded him thoughtfully. “Perhaps. And perhaps I shall catch you.” Ryan lunged at him, knocking him back to the counter. She kissed him fiercely, allowing her hands to quest over his body. She could feel him against her, noticeably aroused. But, then, that was the idea.

She moved away from him long enough to push him at the counter. Clearly bemused, he took the hint, pulling himself onto it. He held his arms out to her expectantly, and she came to him—but as she chose.

Ryan made him fall back, and then climbed up further, effectively straddling him. An odd look on his face, he nevertheless took the hint, and turned with her on him, so that his length stretched the countertop, and she was astride him.

She brushed his face gently, pushing back red-brown hair. Then, she bent to kiss him, moving her hips only the slightest. She was rewarded with Alaric’s swift intake of breath, bringing an evil smile to her face.

“Now do you want me, lover?” she purred. “Because I fully intend for it to be…rather reversed.” She slipped her hands beneath his shirt, spanning the warm flesh with her palms. Slowly, lightly, she let the tips of her fingernails lead the way down, not hard enough to leave any mark, but with enough force to arouse.

“Holy shit!” Ryan shrieked, sitting up, heart racing. Her eyes went to her alarm clock, which stated the time as being the early hour of five thirty. Her body was drenched in sweat, and her breathing coming in gasps. In addition to the violent drumming of her heart, her body was demanding it finish what the dream had started.

With a shaking hand, she pushed back her damp blanket, and climbed out of bed, making a beeline for the bathroom. She turned the water of the shower to as cold a degree as she could bear, stripped her clothing, and stepped in. She was also resolutely determined not to think of Alaric, who she certainly hoped, dream not withstanding, that she would never encounter again.
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