Lars, a vampire known for his cruelty, is drawn to a young captive human in the realm of Shar. For reasons he can’t explain, he wants to protect her and keep her safe. Buying her from the merciless slave trader, he heals her wounds. He’s never wanted more from a woman, but when Cadence is threatened, he realizes he doesn’t just want her in his bed. The vampire everyone fears has decided he wants her love.
*NOTE: This book was previously published in Kindle Unlimited in 2011, but has been revised with an additional 2000 words, and has a new cover.
Lars looked across the crowded hall, examining the latest acquisitions his lesser demons and slave traders had found. He might have lost the slave Alyson to a fallen angel, but he still held out hope that he could find a woman to love him. Two hundred years ago, or even three hundred, he never would have wanted such a thing. Whores were all he’d ever needed, or rather slaves he used to slake his lust and his thirst. Then he’d seen the way the human and fallen angel had bonded, the way she’d adored him. For the first time in his life, he’d wanted that. Wanted a woman to be with him because she chose to.
A commotion in the far corner drew his eye. Standing, he went to investigate.
As he drew closer, he saw a slave trader had stripped one of his slaves and was whipping her repeatedly. Blood dripped from the lacerations on her back and pooled on the cold stone floor. The scent made his fangs ache, but the brutality against the small human made a strange ache start in his chest. He’d never cared in the past, but the creature looked so small, so helpless.
“You stupid whore! You’ll do as I say!” the man yelled, bringing the whip down repeatedly.
The woman cowered on the floor, her long hair covering her face.
“What’s going on?” Lars asked, standing with his massive arms crossed over his chest. A slave receiving a beating was nothing new. The fact this particular demon was near to killing the woman wasn’t all that strange either. It happened often enough. In the past, Lars wouldn’t have cared. In fact, he may have helped destroy the woman.
“This stupid bitch insulted one of my best customers.”
Lars raised a brow. “And you think beating her will change her value?”
The slave trader stopped mid swing, knowing better than to anger the ruler of Shar. His business depended on Lars. “Do you want to buy her?”
Lars gazed at the woman on the floor. Her chin lifted and large green eyes stared up at him with tears shimmering in their depths. He felt as if someone had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart. In that moment, he knew he wanted her. Perhaps she was what he’d been searching for.
“Yes, I do.”
The slave trader looked surprised, but didn’t argue. He quoted a rather large sum and watched as the vampire pulled out the money. Accepting the marks from Lars, he turned back to his other slaves, the young woman already forgotten. It seemed he’d purchased a new slave, one in dire need of medical care.
Lars knelt by her side. “What’s your name?”
“This might hurt, but I’m going to pick you up, Cadence. We’ll go upstairs and get you cleaned up.”
She nodded, and he wondered if she sensed the power that radiated from him. Everyone knew Lars was the leader of the area, a vampire feared throughout Shar. Few came to this realm without hearing of his wicked temper and substantial appetites. She’d be right to fear him, even more than the demon who had nearly killed her.
When he lifted her into his arms, she winced in pain and bit her lip to keep from crying out. A tear escaped and slipped silently down her cheek. When the droplet hit Lars’s arm, he looked down at her, compassion and worry etched on his face. He’d never before cared about a human’s suffering, but this one… she was different. There was an innocence about her, one that he found intriguing.
“I know it hurts, but I promise it will be better soon.”
Cadence stared up at him, uncertainty in her gaze. He knew she had to wonder if it was some sort of trick. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d lured someone in, then turned on them. He didn’t intend to do such a thing to Cadence, but she’d learn that soon enough.
“Lars, make love to me.”
He smiled and lowered his head to her, softly moving his lips over hers, letting his tongue taste her. Pushing the covers aside, he rolled her to her back. His lips trailed down over her neck, across her collarbone and down to her breasts. Suckling first one and then the other, his hand dipped between her legs. He grinned when he discovered she was already slick with need and found her swollen clit. Flicking it with his thumb, he made love to her breasts with his mouth, gently grazing her with his teeth.
Lars leaned up and gave her a wicked grin before sliding further down the bed. Pushing her legs wide apart, he settled himself between her legs, using his shoulders to brace her thighs apart. He swiped his tongue against her clit, tasting her.
“Oh, oh my,” she gasped, trying to wiggle closer to him.
He chuckled and repeated the action. Using his thumbs to hold the lips of her pussy open, his tongue thrust inside of her before returning to her clit. He teased and tormented, bringing her close to release, only to retreat and start over.
In days past, he would have had two or three women in his bed. Now, Cadence was enough to fulfill his desire. As he drove her to the brink again and again, he knew he was close to losing control.
Lifting himself, he flipped her over and lay on top of her, his chest against her back. With one long, powerful thrust, he entered her. As he pounded into her over and over, she lifted her hips and pushed back against him, wanting more. When he felt her pussy spasm around his cock, he gripped her hips and thrust in as fast and hard as he could, pressing into her to the hilt, and spilled his seed inside of her.