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Skye turned to look at Velvet, almost forgetting he was in the room. Quickly, he downed the wine and set the glass on the table.
"I'll take him down."
Donté dipped a cloth into the pitcher and then slowly wiped the blood from Skye's face. "The others will question. It would be best to keep this
between us."
When he was done, Skye took the pink-tinged cloth from Donté's hand and did the same for the captain.
"As you say, there would be questions."
Donté looked at Skye, their eyes again dueling. Hot passion that surpassed the need for words. Donté's gaze slid to Skye's neck and Skye felt the
thunder of his blood.
"Send Margan to me," Donté said and then turned away.
Unexpected jealousy erupted to the surface and Skye swallowed it. He wanted to tell Donté he would provide. But something told him Donté
would refuse him yet again.
"Aye, Captain. I'll find him and tell him you want to see him."
What would happen if he stayed on this ship? How much longer before he succumbed completely to the vampire's spell? Already, he was so
close. He could still smell the dried blood that Donté had wiped away, a glimmer of power racing through his veins that hadn't been there before.
He watched Donté with Velvet. And he knew he'd already made his decision to become a part of the vampirate's crew.
Chapter 9
It was a clear night. Donté looked up at the sky and checked the position of the stars. Soon, they would be home, back on the island of Noctra,
safely within the protective vortex. It was not going to be easy explaining about Skye to Sterling, Donté's sire. Donté wasn't even certain that he
understood the relationship himself.
The night was quiet, all still except for the comforting creak of the ship and the flapping of the wind-filled sails. Onyx had come to his quarters
earlier and now Donté was well fed and looking forward to a night of solitude. Just him and the sea.
"So we're headed for Noctra?"
Donté turned to see Skye standing behind him. "You're learning to approach like a vampire. I didn't hear you."
He tied off the wheel. The seas were quiet and they were on course. Erik, a sailor of particularly keen eyesight even without the vampire blood
flowing through his veins, and who climbed like a monkey, was in the crow's nest at the top of the main mast. He would alert them to any signs of
unusual activity. Donté turned his full attention to Skye. Even after four weeks on his ship, the man was still an enigma. And even after fucking
him, he wanted him more than he had at the beginning.
"I guess I'm learning from you."
Donté studied him in the darkness, his eyes well accustomed to seeing quite clearly on the blackest of nights. Skye was so blond, so flush with
life, and so much an opposite to Donté.
Skye turned his face to the stars and Donté's attention fastened on Skye's throat. Donté's newest lover had now been on board the Night Stalker
for a month and still Donté had not fed from him. He bore no scars from the vampire's hunger.
"Do you still plan to join my crew? There's still time to leave. I can set you loose in one of the rowboats with enough food to last you until you're
picked up."
"Well, that would be better than when you found me." He looked at Donté. The vampire couldn't read his thoughts nor gain a sense of his
emotions. He still blocked them quite efficiently. If he'd fed from him it would be a different matter. But there was not that connection between
vampire and supplicant.
Donté held back from forcing the issue. He didn't quite understand why, but there was a purity in the relationship with Skye that he didn't want
tainted. Sometimes he didn't know if it was love or hate, or some odd mixture of the two. But to feed from him would change the relationship in a
way he didn't want to happen. At least not yet. Maybe it was the anticipation of what was yet to come. It heightened the sexual aspects of the
relationship somehow.
Skye crossed the space between them and lifted a hand to Donté's face. They were almost the same height, and tonight Skye's eyes appeared black
and bottomless, reflecting the night.
"Your coldness isn't like the others. I don't know why I'm so drawn to you." He learned forward and kissed Donté. It wasn't a kiss of possession
and domination as often was the case when the two of them came together in sexual battle. It was softer, more intimate. More soul-destroying. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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