Vampire Lords of Blacknall: Trinity by Shirl Anders Read Free Book Online Page B

skin. His hand settled just above the lace on some style of short-corset she still had on, and his hand was pressed against the gash, which was oozing blood.
    He dared not move his hand, as desire like the molten center of a wildfire swept through his empty soul. It told him if he touched his unique saliva to the laceration on her human flesh the bloodletting of the wound could slow. It reasoned with him that if he bit her luscious neck, he could stop himself after only a few draws and she wouldn’t be harmed.
    “Don’t kill me, I beg you, my lord.”
    Trinity’s stalking gaze left the tender and dark cove between the virgin’s legs to lift to her pleading gaze. The retort of denial was upon his lips, but it stuttered to a halt when he saw his free hand, not supporting her back, was clasped over her delicate throat. He was shocked that he’d not realized he’d arched her throat and started to turn it to the side. He was riveted … realizing tragically she might be too much of a temptation for him.
    “Please,” she pleaded with enlarged pupils of fear as her small hands touched his chest. They pushed ineffectually.
    “Do not plead with those pretty lips,” he said in a low, almost tender tenor, as he looked deeply into her eyes and his breath blew across her face. Her body trembled, but her eyes remained sharp, and once again, confusion furrowed his brow.
    “I cannot mesmerize this temptation,” he muttered, loosening his fingers over the warm and fragile column of her neck.
    “You look like a man,” she whispered, and her small hands uncurled from their fists upon his chest. They flattened against his tensed muscles.
    His own hand lifted from her throat and lowered downward to graze over the curve of her exposed breast with his curled fingers.
    “Don’t, please!” she cried, clenching her eyes shut, while digging her nails into his chest.
    It came to him that dressed, or rather undressed as she was, didn’t make her any less the innocent. He rarely moved in the circles with young society girls … and he reminded himself that they were the purest form of untried.
    Beth couldn’t believe the frothing of emotions claiming her. She had never once in her life thought about a man touching her … her bosom. She might die. She couldn’t believe it had actually happened. The resulting ache that shivered through her chest was agonizing in its pleasure, instantly wanting to make her feel its throe again. Then it suddenly sent pangs lower into her core, completely surprising her into a small moan. She desperately wanted to clasp her hands between her thighs as her eyelids lifted.
    “Maiden,” the man who saved her, named Trinity, rumbled in a deep tenor voice.
    He knew things about that moan she did not, and for the first time since she’d been attacked in the dark woods, she shivered with cold.
    “Trinity!” a man’s voice shouted.
    Beth gasped, clutching her hands over her breasts, while trying to scrunch her lower body beneath the bottom of the jacket, where it wouldn’t go.
    “Church!” Trinity shouted above her, lifting his intense gaze above her head, even as he pulled her closer to his strong chest.
    “Is she alive?” Church asked, and Beth could tell he wasn’t coming closer to them.
    “You cannot sense her heartbeat?” Trinity asked, with his deep voice sounding amazed.
    “Nay, just smell the bewitching blood,” Church called back. “But I’ve a cloak here I’m throwing to you, brother.”
    Beth felt Trinity lower his gaze to her, but she pressed her face into his neck. For the first time she wondered who these men were.
    “You are more and more a mystery, maiden,” Trinity said, and as he spoke, Beth could feel the rumble of his voice through her hands pressed to his chest.
    The shiver she felt was beginning to turn into quaking of her limbs. After all the terror, her mind was returning to the horrible predicament she was left in — nearly naked, freezing, and with two men she