Dark Destiny (Principatus) by Lexxie Couper Read Free Book Online

“Yes.”
    Without breaking eye contact, he placed his right knee on the bed between her legs. His cock felt like a rod of steel, so erect the edge of its distended head bumped his abdomen with every move he made. He shifted his weight onto his bent knee, smoothing his palms up the bed until they were beside Fred’s waist, leaning slightly over her body as he raised his left foot from the floor.
    She watched him with ice-blue eyes. Unreadable eyes. Her breath came short and shallow through parted lips. He slid the outside of his left knee along her inner calf, a slow, deliberate journey toward the junction of her thighs and its mesmerizing crescent, inching her legs further apart as he did so. A soft, almost inaudible whimper sounded in Fred’s throat and her eyes fluttered closed.
    Jesus, she is gorgeous.
    The thought whipped through Patrick’s head…a split second before she opened her eyes and gave him a smoldering look. “No offense, Patrick Watkins, but this is taking too long.”
    With inhuman speed, she jackknifed her body. Her long firm legs locked around his thighs, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. Before he could react, he was on his back, pressed flat to the mattress, Fred straddling his hips. “I really want you to fuck me,” she stated, lowering her body closer to his as she threaded her fingers through his and held his hands locked beside his head. “Right now.”
    Patrick stared up at her…and the door slammed open, the sudden crack of wood splintering against drywall like an explosive shot.
    Ven stepped into the room, his light green stare locked on the bed. “What the hell’s going—” He froze, and Patrick saw recognition flood his face. “You!”
    In the space of a heartbeat, he transformed. From a good-looking, slightly pale man, to a terrifying, malevolent creature. He lunged straight for Fred, knocking her off Patrick in one blurring leap, his hands locking around her throat, fangs extended, eyes burning baleful yellow.
    He smashed her against the wall, white plaster dust showering down on them both as he shoved her high off the floor one handed, bringing her face level with his own. “What the fuck are you doing to my brother?”
    “Jesus, Ven!” Patrick scrambled off his bed. “What the hell are you doing?”
    Ven swung his head around, fixing Patrick with a very demonic glare, his yellow eyes an inferno of icy rage. “I told you something was after you, brother.”
    Patrick blinked, stunned disbelief killing the powerful sexual hunger in his blood. “What? This woman?”
    Fred squirmed in Ven’s hold, her fingers digging into his wrist. “Hey!”
    Ven shook his head, the demon fully surfaced. “This woman isn’t what she looks like, brother.” He turned back to Fred, baring his fangs with a low, menacing hiss Patrick had never heard him make before. “This is Death.”
    Fred bared her own teeth—white, even teeth that looked like they would cost a fortune at a cosmetic dentist. “I prefer Fred, fang face.”
    Something punched Patrick in the gut. At least, it felt that way. He swung his stare between his vampire brother and the mysterious woman from the beach.
    “Death?” he said. For the first time in his thirty-six years he did not want to listen to what his gut was telling him. “As in the Grim Reaper? Musty old cloak, rotting bones and antediluvian scythe?”
    “Hey!” Fred said again, sounding far more indignant than she should, considering her situation.
    He ran his gaze over her, not questioning his brother’s actions at all, just his motivation. If Ven believed the woman was a threat, he wasn’t going to argue—yet. After all, she had killed Peabody with just a stroke of her fingers and her clothes had seemingly vanished without a trace, but Death? “I don’t mean to rain on your parade, Steven, but have you looked at the woman you’re holding?”
    “I saw her, brother.” The vampire turned to stare at him, the knuckles of his fingers growing