Daughter of Darkness Excerpt

DAUGHTER OF DARKNESS
Mandy M. Roth

ISBN 1-58608-430-5

Paranormal Romantic Thriller
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I walked around Pallo’s room and tried to find something to do. The guy didn’t have anything to entertain himself with in here. Looking at the enormous bed, I laughed to myself when I thought about what kind of entertaining the room was set up for--none of which consisted watching a movie. Spying his dressers, curiosity got the best of me and I cracked open a drawer. I yanked it open all the way when I caught a glimpse of its contents. It was full of sex toys of all shapes and colors. My mouth dropped open, and I felt myself blushing.

I really had to get out more.

“See anything you like?” Pallo whispered.

I hadn’t heard him come in--no shocker there. I could have slammed the drawer shut and made up some silly story to cover my butt. I didn’t. I put my hand in and touched something shiny and clear. It was a long glass rod rippled with irregular bumps. I jerked my hand away. I hoped that wasn’t what I though it was.

“You are one sick puppy!” I said.

“Thank you,” he said and licked the back of my ear.

I faced him. He was wearing a black, silky pair of pajama bottoms, similar to the ones he wore the night I met him. They were just as low on his hips as the other ones, and I caught myself snatching glimpses of his bare, rippling chest. I forced my gaze back to his face and found him grinning.

His fangs were showing. I backed away. I thought his fangs retracted when he was in a decent, normal mood and was surprised to see them out.

“Why?” It was all I could think of to say.

“I just finished--” He was interrupted when the door to the room opened and a skinny, leggy blonde wrapped in a sheet walked in.

“Pallo, are you coming back to bed?” she asked in a low, sultry voice. Oh, gag me!

I looked her over and caught sight of two holes on her neck. Disgust rolled over me. I couldn’t believe he’d been banging another chic practically under my nose.

Pallo leaned close, letting his face almost touch mine. His breath was cool and smelled like peppermint. “Gwyneth, this is….” He looked over at the blonde, waiting for help with her name.

She looked a little hurt but kept her chin up. “Sandra.”

“Ah, yes, of course, Sandra.” He stared at me so intently, I began to feel uncomfortable. I didn’t know what he wanted me to say. Was I supposed to run over and hug the girl? Was I supposed to get mad at him for sleeping with someone else?

“Looks like you’ve been keeping yourself busy all day,” I said with so much sincerity I almost gagged.

He licked the tip of one fang, turning his attention to Sandra. He held his hand out to her. She walked to him, never once taking her eyes off of him. When she reached him, he took her hand and pulled her close, in a snuggling manner. It was like I wasn’t even in the room anymore. He put his hand up near her face but didn’t touch. She tipped her neck to the side, exposing her smooth tanned skin to me. He leaned over her, his mouth wide, and pressed his fangs into her. She moaned, then started to make noises that one only does during sex.

I wondered if getting sucked on by a vamp who’s not trying to kill you was really that erotic. I shook my head. I didn’t care--I was out of there. Pallo grabbed my shoulder before I could go. He watched me while he fed off her. He was enjoying this. He wanted me to see him doing this to her. He wanted to hurt me, punish me. I had hurt him, and turnabout was fair play.

I pulled free and smiled. If he wanted to suck on some blonde, more power to him. I started towards the door. Sandra screamed, stopping me, and I turned, expecting to see Pallo biting her head off or something. Instead, I saw her naked body pressed to him as he feed from her. She swayed her hips, undulating against him. Pallo’s fingers thrust inside her.

Jealously came upon me in a flash. I remembered Pallo on bended knee. The vision was so clear, so real. I looked back at him pushing his fingers into her, and I wanted to walk over and punch her and kill him. I had no right to feel this way. He had told me that he loved me and I had admitted to loving him, but I had also admitted to loving another. This is what I got in return for that. I crammed down the urge to lash power out at them. I concentrated on being somewhere peaceful, quiet, relaxing. I did this until I felt myself calming down. I turned and walked out of the room, leaving the door stand open.

I walked to the living room, sitting on one of the sofas, leaning my head back. James entered, dressed in unrelieved black. He plopped down on the sofa in front of me. He didn’t try to be all suave and debonair. He just was who he was.

He tipped his head back as well. The two of us sat, staring at the high stone ceiling. I broke the silence first.

“Does he do this often?” I asked.

“No.”

“So, what’s the deal?”

James made a small sound like a snort. Did vampires snort? James was definitely breaking down my preconceived notions of what they did and didn’t do. “Gwen, you can’t really be that thick. I mean, sure you’re a looker, but I really thought you had bit a sense in ya.”

I kept my head back and concentrated on staying calm. I was shocked to find that I didn’t want to hit him. “Well, how about you help me be a little less thick and just tell me what’s going on.”

“I can’t,” he said evenly.

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