Dalakis Passion 2 - Lucian's Delight (3 page)

Another normal day was about to begin.
Chapter Three
Lucian
Dalakis
came completely awake in the blink of an eye. One moment he was
in a dead sleep, the next he was wide awake, alert and totally aware of his
surroundings. Lying in his large, luxurious bed that had once belonged to a Russian
prince, he mentally scanned his home. None of the doors or windows had been
tampered with and every stick of antique furniture was in its place. Everything was as it
should be. He was alone.
The remnants of his dream played over and over in his head like an unending loop.
The dream had hit him as soon as he'd closed his eyes just before dawn. He could enter
other people's dreams at will, but it was rare for his kind to have dreams of their own.
So when it did happen, he paid attention. He prided himself on his cool, urbane
demeanor and his control. But in his dream, he'd had neither.
When he'd first heard her cry, it was as if someone had stuck a knife in his heart.
Her pain was his pain. Then his anger had stirred like a sleeping beast suddenly
unleashed. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He wanted--no, needed--to
kill those men who had dared to put their hands on her body.
Dared to hurt her.
Even
now, his fangs lengthened and his hands curled into fists at the mere thought.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly unclenched his fingers and forced himself to relax.
It was only a dream. Even as he told himself that, he knew that he didn't believe it. It
was more than a dream. She was as real as he was and she was out there in the city.
Alone.
Unprotected.
Waiting for him.
He could still taste her on his lips.
A combination of honey and sweet woman.
His
tongue flicked over his teeth, savoring the flavor. Lucian had lived a long, long time
and had made love to many women--all kinds of women. They fascinated him with
their soft skin, scent, curves and hollows. But never had he felt such a need in his life as
he did for this particular woman.
Delight.
Her name suited her. Delicate features gave her an ethereal air, and her
pale blue eyes shone out of the face of an angel. She'd worn no makeup, and hadn't
needed any. Even though she'd been pale with fear, her skin was smooth and soft. Her
short, light brown hair framed her face to perfection. But her body was a surprise. She
was average in height, and slender with subtle curves. But her breasts were lush and
full, more than capable of filling his large hands. His fingers itched to stroke and caress
the soft mounds of flesh and pluck at her nipples.
Just thinking of her made him hard. His cock was long and thick and throbbing. If
she were here next to him, he'd already be buried to the hilt in her moist, welcoming
heat. She'd be so damned sweet. He'd try to take his time, to draw out the pleasure, but
he was doubtful that he'd last long the first time he fucked her. It would probably be
hard, fast and over much sooner than he wanted.
But the next time he would take his time and savor every delectable inch of her
supple body. She'd been eager in the dream, reaching for him, pulling him closer.
Closing his eyes, he pictured her naked, spread out before him on his bed like a
sumptuous banquet just waiting to be sampled. She would arch her back, pushing her
breasts towards him while she opened her luscious thighs, offering herself to him.
Her pussy would be hot, moist, and pink as blood flowed to the area, as she grew
more aroused. He could imagine his tongue tasting the soft, slick folds. Her skin would
taste salty and divine. For an appetizer, he would nibble on her breasts, enjoying their
texture and shape while teasing her rosy nipples into even tighter buds of desire.
While his mouth was pleasuring her breasts, he would touch her entire body,
stroking and examining every inch, until there wasn't one part of her that he didn't
know intimately. Only when she was a mass of burning desire would he touch her clit.
Softly at first until she cried out and begged him for more. She'd spread her legs wide
and arch her back frantically off the bed, pleading for him to take her.
Begging for him
to fuck her.
He'd tell her to roll over and offer herself to him. That was the way he wanted to
take her. From behind, he could mount her and fuck her until they both found the
release they needed. Delight was a feast for the senses, just waiting for him to take the
first bite. And he would.
Because as much as he wanted to fuck her, he wanted to taste
her even worse.
When he was fucking her from behind, he would lean over her, trapping her body
beneath him. Her neck would be exposed and vulnerable to him. As he pounded into
her from behind, she would arch back to meet him, offering him everything. Then he
would graze his teeth over the back of her neck before sinking his teeth deep and
drinking from her.
Sweat rolled off his body as his cock jerked. Beads of liquid seeped from the tip as
he imagined how tight she would be. Her pussy would clamp down hard on his cock
even as he rode her hard. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he pumped his hand
up and down all the while imagining himself buried inside Delight's welcoming body.
Her heat would be incredible as it surrounded him.
Lucian could almost hear her moans of pleasure as he imagined clasping her breasts
in his hands and rolling their tight buds between his thumbs and forefingers. She was
his to take however he chose, whenever he chose. Tipping his head back, he groaned
with pleasure as his fist continued to slide up and down his hard length.
His testicles drew up tight to his body and he could feel the blood pounding
through his veins. Lucian craved her taste like a dying man in a desert yearns for water.
His fangs ached for just a sip of her sweet blood.
Alive.
She made him feel so damned alive. His hand continued its frantic pace and
his breath caught as he came. Liquid gushed over his belly and chest. Groaning, he
milked his cock, drawing out every ounce of pleasure. When he was finally spent, he
sank back against the pillows.
Replete, but not satisfied or relaxed.
If anything, he was
even
more tense
than when he'd awoke.
He could still smell her blood. Her attackers had hurt her in the dream, drawing her
precious blood from her body. Lucian growled low in his throat and his eyes snapped
open, blazing like green fire.
Delight was his and he would kill anyone who hurt her.
Throwing back the covers, he rose from his bed. Unconcerned by his nakedness, he
stood on the platform that the bed sat on and wiped
the cum
off his stomach with the
corner of the sheet.
Stretching his arms over his head, he stepped down to the floor and padded
towards the thickly shuttered window, his muscles rippling with every movement he
made.
Pressing a button that was hidden under the windowsill, he waited as the heavy
metal shutter rose silently, exposing the night to his view. She was out there.
Somewhere.
This was his city and he would find her.
If she wasn't a dream, then she was the one. The one he'd been waiting for his
entire life, but had given up hope of ever finding. If she was real, then she was his curse
and his salvation.
His destiny.
His only chance to love.
For over five hundred years he
had waited for her, all but giving up hope.
But now, for better or worse, his life was changed. It was no longer
his own, as his
very life-force was now linked to hers. It was the curse of his family. The
Dalakis
curse.
Passed from father to son throughout the eons of time.
Dalakis
children were always
male and the curse was theirs from birth.
To love only once in their lifetime.
They did
not choose who to love, but rather it was chosen for them by nature or by God--which,
he wasn't sure.
Many of his family had given up in despair and faced the killing midday sunlight
rather than live through the long years without finding their one true love. Others had
done the same after being rejected by their chosen love. Still some had joined their
chosen mates in death after living a human lifetime.
It took a strong woman, and a rare one, to take the chance of the conversion. To risk
dying so that she could be reborn as a true
Dalakis
bride.
A vampire bride.
To then live
in the night as he must, to survive on blood and be feared and misunderstood. It was
not a life most women chose. And there was no forcing her. A
Dalakis
male had to
accept his mate's choice. It was hers to make. But that didn't mean that a
Dalakis
male
wouldn't do everything in his power to convince her to accept him. And he had many
powers.
Seduction but one of them.
What had seemed like an impossible dream was now a possibility. His older
brother
Cristofor
had claimed his own woman recently. His new sister-in-law, Johanna,
was indeed a prize and a credit to the
Dalakis
family.
A rare smile crossed his harsh features as he pictured his brother's bossy little wife
trying to manage all of them. She was taking her role of family matriarch very seriously
and if she caught wind of the fact that Lucian was on the trail of his own woman, she
and
Cris
would be here in New Orleans within twenty-four hours.
That, he didn't want. For one thing,
Cris
and Johanna were still on their
honeymoon. And for another, he much preferred to pursue Delight himself without
family interference. He had no way of knowing what her life was like or what obstacles
they both might face.
His head jerked up as he sensed an intruder. Sensing who it was, he relaxed and
gave a chuckle of self-deprecation. He wouldn't be able to escape all of his family
interference. Sending out a mental command, the door unlocked and swung open as his
visitor approached.
"Are you all right?"
Lucian turned and faced his younger brother Stefan, who lounged in the doorway.
It was almost like looking in a mirror. They were much alike in looks except that Stefan
was a little bit taller than he was. They both had the same harsh,
Dalakis
features and
brilliant emerald green
Dalakis
eyes, but they were as different as day and night.
He was more controlled, urbane and old-fashioned than Stefan. Lucian's home in
the French Quarter reflected his taste. Decorated tastefully with antiques and items of
quality, it had a refined air about it. He liked classical and jazz music, and drove a
luxury sedan.
Stefan owned the house next door to his and it reflected his unique personality.
Filled with every electronic gadget known to mankind, it was furnished with sturdy,
comfortable wood furniture. His brother listened to rock and country music, and drove
a big black pickup truck.
"I'm fine." He answered because he knew that his brother had the patience of a
saint and would stand there all night waiting for him to answer.
"You dreamed." Stefan moved further into the room, coming closer but still giving
Lucian his space.
"How did you know?"
Stefan shrugged his large shoulders that were covered in a plain white, cotton T-
shirt. He propped his hands on his jeans-covered hips and cocked his head to one side
as he stared at his brother. "I can't explain it. I just knew that you dreamed and that it
was important."
Lucian ran his fingers through his long hair, pushing it out of his face. "She's out
there." Turning, he looked out over the twinkling lights of the city. He could feel the
tension rolling off Stefan in waves as he waited for him to continue.
"What is her name?" Stefan's words were almost a reverent whisper.
"Delight
Deveraux
."
Her name rolled off his tongue easily. He could hear Stefan
repeating the name under his breath. "Now I just have to find her."
"What do you want me to do?"
Lucian closed his eyes and gave silent thanks to his brother. All three brothers were
close and there was never any hesitation or doubt that one would come to the aid of the
other.
"Nothing for now."
He held up his hand to stop his brother before he could speak. "First, I must find
her. I may need your help later, but for now there is nothing anyone can do."
Stefan gave a little laugh. "You might want to get dressed before you go looking for
her."
Lucian looked down at his naked body, not surprised to find himself semi-aroused
yet again at the thought of Delight.
"Hmm.
You're probably right."
"I'll wait for you downstairs and we'll go hunting together."
Before he could speak, Stefan was gone. His younger brother had a surprising
stubborn streak and Lucian knew that he would have to let him help with the search for
a few hours before he'd be able to go off on his own. As he padded to the bathroom to
take a shower, he reflected that it was good to have family.
Chapter Four
"Why did I agree to stay late?" Delight didn't expect an answer, as she was one of
only two people left in the restaurant. It was just after two in the morning and most of
the staff had left a half-hour ago.
Tossing her pen and clipboard on her boss's desk, she rolled her tired shoulders.
She really didn't have any choice in staying late. She needed the money that working at
a fancy restaurant like Etienne's gave her. Being a bartender in such a swanky place
meant decent pay and tips if you were good at your job.
And she was very good.
Because she was unassuming, people relaxed around her. That fact, coupled with
her ability to read people, made her a natural at her job. She instinctively knew when
people needed to chat and when they just wanted to be left alone. She mixed, poured
and served drinks quickly and efficiently, all the while keeping track of who was
drinking what.
What she didn't like was the fact that the manager, James Brenner, had a tendency
to ogle the female staff and abuse his position of authority.