Today’s tease is another one from the book Kissed by a Dark Prince, which is the first novel in my new series, Eternal Mates. Read on for this Tuesday’s tease…
Loren padded silently across the dark stone floor to the elegant wardrobes lining the wall of his bedroom, drying his hair at the same time. All eight doors were black wood decorated with a beautiful inlay made of precious stones and shells, depicting dragons and his kind, living in harmony with all the kingdoms. Life had been like that once, thousands of years ago. Now, many of the demon kingdoms wanted him dead, blaming him and his people for his brotherâ€™s ruthless attacks on their villages.
Only the first and second demon kingdoms kept the other five from razing his lands and murdering his people. He had signed a peace treaty with them a thousand years ago. The kingdoms didnâ€™t tolerate any individual demon from outside their realm passing through it without permission, let alone an army.
He took a pair of black tight trousers from the stack and slipped them on, fastening them over his hips, and then jammed his bare feet into his black leather riding boots.
His markings flared, a hot shivery feeling that always made him tense. They had done that too often since he had taken blood from the female, unsettling him.
It wasnâ€™t the only anomaly.
He wasnâ€™t healing as quickly as he should have either. It had been two days. His wounds should be gone by now, but they lingered, and he felt weaker than usual. His brotherâ€™s attack had been severe, but he had taken blood from the female and had drunk stored blood since returning to his world. He had eaten too, devouring the plates of nourishing vegetables and fruits that Bleu had pressed him to consume even when he hadnâ€™t felt hungry. He should have healed by yesterday.
Perhaps he needed more blood.
Loren raked his fingers through his damp black hair and crossed the expansive bedroom. Daylight flowed in through the tall arched windows lining the wall to his right, where his bed was. Someone had been in while he had been resting and opened the twin arched doors that led onto his balcony. A breeze swept in through them, tousling the sheer blue curtains, carrying the scent of flowers.
He stopped at the long black low cabinet that lined the shorter side of his bedroom and opened one of the doors. Someone had topped up the icebox too. The small triangular metal containers of blood in the dark stone box smelled faintly of Bleu. Loren smiled to himself and took one of the canisters out.
Bleu had been livid with him when he had come to take him from the female doctorâ€™s laboratory. Loren had received more than an earful. Bleu had practically scolded him, sounding much like the mother Loren had lost almost five thousand years ago.
His second in command had never learned how to express his feelings. Whenever he was concerned, it came out as angry. Loren appreciated his friendâ€™s concern though, and that he had managed to track him to the mortal world before the humans had, well, he still wasnâ€™t sure what their intention had been.
The female had said she desired to study him.
She had desired to help him.
Loren groaned at the memory of what he had done after that. He had bitten her. He had felt weak and shaky, on the verge of passing out from the pain of his injuries. It had been instinct. She had smelled divine and had been so close to him, so warm and beautiful. He hadnâ€™t been able to stop himself.
He pulled the cap off the canister and swiftly gulped the contents down. He closed the cabinet door and set the empty canister down on the top, and walked across the room, passing his bed and heading for the double doors beyond them that stretched twenty feet high. The light blue fabric caressed his bare torso as he moved through the curtains. The blood would kick in soon and then he would feel better.
His stomach cramped, pain vibrating through his body. He shot a hand out and grasped the door to his left, clutching it for support. Something was wrong. He should be growing stronger but he felt as though he was getting weaker.
Lorenâ€™s eyes shot wide and he held his stomach, fighting a wave of nausea.
Cold fingers danced down his spine, chilling his blood in his veins.
The female was more than a source of sustenance. She was different. Not just a normal human. Did she know it? Did Vail?
Loren had a terrible feeling that his brother knew.
His knees weakened. She couldnâ€™t be. It wasnâ€™t possible that the human doctor was his fated female. His kiâ€™ara.
Loren growled, his frustration getting the better of him. He had wanted to find his kiâ€™ara for almost fifty centuries but he didnâ€™t need this now and he certainly didnâ€™t need her to be a member of some sort of demon-hunting organisation.
Icy claws drifted down his back again and curled around his heart.
He feared that it wasnâ€™t fate that had brought him together with his eternal mate now.
It was his brother.
He needed to know exactly what had happened the night he had met her.
Loren pushed away from the door and stumbled across the room, aiming for the bed. He had to be careful though. If he was right, and he had bonded the female to him, returning to her might not be a wise move.
Bonded males could become extremely aggressive and dangerous in the presence of their female.
Vail was proof of that.
The completed bond with the dark witch had changed him and Loren felt certain that it was responsible for his brotherâ€™s madness and thirst for violence. If he had taken the first step in binding himself to the female doctor, he couldnâ€™t afford to let it change him as it had changed his younger brother. He could never complete it, no matter how long he had waited for his kiâ€™ara. The fate of his people rested on his shoulders.
He needed to find a way to shatter the fragile bond.
If she was his kiâ€™ara.
There was one way of finding out.
If she were, he would be able to use the bond between them to locate her. His knees hit the mattress and he collapsed on his front and rolled onto his back.
Loren closed his eyes and focused, turning his thoughts inwards, towards the female and her blood. He found a slender thread of her within him and held on to it, using his psychic abilities to enhance it, until it grew into a thicker ribbon of colours that swirled like his markings, iridescent and beautiful. His breathing grew laboured, the strength it took to use his abilities weakening him further. A room shimmered into focus in his mind, a place with cream walls and soft brown furniture, and technology he had never seen before.
The female walked into view, dressed in her long white coat and dark tight trousers beneath them, her chestnut hair twirled into a knot at the back of her head.
Loren stood and willed his personal portal to appear. Violet and blue light chased over his body, outlining it, and he commanded it to take him to the female.
He appeared behind her in her small apartment. He had been to this building before. It smelled familiar. She lived in the place where she worked.
He had wanted to speak with her here, where familiar things would surround her and she wouldnâ€™t feel threatened, but he couldnâ€™t risk her raising the alarm.
Loren grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth with his hand. She instantly began wriggling in his arms, rubbing her backside against his groin, reigniting the desire he had barely managed to leash back in his bathing room. He ground his teeth together and caged her against his body, and willed himself to return to the portal in his room.
The moment his rooms appeared around him, he released her and she turned on her heel and smashed her fist into his mouth.
Loren stumbled and fell on his backside, the impact with the cold stone jarring his spine.
His female stood over him, a fiery glow in her dark eyes, her lips compressed into a thin line of fury.
She was beautiful.
But she could never be his.
No matter how long he had waited for her, had dreamed of having his kiâ€™ara, he had to do the right thing for a change. He had to place his people first and he had to defeat his brother.
There was only one way he would be strong enough to battle and kill Vail.
He looked up at the female towering over him, his heart beating in synchronisation with hers, his body weakened by their incomplete connection.
He had to find a way to break their bond and let her go.
He had to sacrifice his dreams.
Did you enjoy today’s tease?
Kissed by a Dark Prince
Olivia thinks itâ€™s her lucky night when a dangerously handsome unconscious fae ends up on her inspection table. Heâ€™s her chance to redeem herself with her employer, the demon-hunting organisation, Archangel. But when the tall, dark and deadly immortal warrior awakes, she gets much more than she bargained for…
Attacked by his enemy in the elf kingdom, the last thing Prince Loren expects when he comes around is a beautiful angel watching over him and medical technology of the mortal realm. Hazy from his injuries, all he can focus on is the pulse ticking in her throat and the sweet allure of her blood.
One single bite reveals she is his eternal mate, triggering a bond between them that will leave him weakened until it is completed… or broken, and pulling Olivia into the crossfire of his ancient feud.
To protect his people and his mate from the machinations of a madman, Loren must risk everything by working with Olivia at Archangel to find a way to break the bond blossoming between them.
But will Loren be strong enough to place duty before desire and give up the one thing he has waited millennia for and craves above all othersâ€”his eternal mate? And will Olivia be able to resist the incredible heat that burns between them and the temptation of her dark princeâ€™s kiss?