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"I have no loyalty to you. I owe you no explanations. I appreciate that you helped me out with Garrett's journal, but I won't risk Stefan's life or my own. I have two questions. How much do you know about me and are you working with my father?" I asked. He thrashed against my hold, but his efforts were futile. "You can struggle all day long and I can crush you. Or you can answer our questions and we can move on. It's entirely up to you."
Liev exhaled loudly. "I know you're gifted. Garrett told me about your psychic abilities when you were younger. If you weren't extraordinary, you wouldn't be alive. Kian only kept the talented ones alive."
I loosened my hold on him slightly. He had my attention. "You know about the others? There are more?"
Liev nodded. He glanced between Stefan and myself. "Your brother Nikolaus. He's still a hybrid?"
"For now. He may make the change." Stefan leaned against the doorframe. Our eyes met and his blue eyes softened slightly. "Love makes you reevaluate everything."
"You're right. It does. The love of my life was burned at the stake in 1692. I'd been turned already and it wasn't enough to save her," Liev whispered. He lowered his head and I felt the struggle leave him. "Nearly 200 years ago I was approached by a young man. He was neither a human nor a vampire. He begged me for safe harbor. He was being hunted, you see. He had escaped his prison and had been sent my way by a mutual acquaintance."
His words hung between us, ceasing all conversation. Stefan pushed off the wall and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and resting his chin against the top of my head. "This hybrid you speak of...it is the one you are protecting, yes? Do you know where he is at this moment?"
"Yes. I know where he is," Liev answered brusquely. He fixed his dark eyes on my face. "If I let you meet him, how do I know I can trust you? Are you still the same Josie that visited Garrett at the library, or has he changed you completely? He is your maker and he can command you to kill me. I can't leave him unprotected. I've kept him under a cloaking spell for nearly 200 years. I can't hand him over only to watch him die too. He's like my son."
Releasing my hold on him, Liev dropped to the floor. Pulling reluctantly away from Stefan, I crouched down beside of him. "My father tried to murder me when I was still partly mortal. If not for Stefan, I'd be dead...." My words wandered off. I licked my lips and shook my head. "He then tried to kill Stefan less than a week ago. He killed two vampires and injured another. I want him dead, but I'm not stupid enough to put anyone's life at risk. Who is the hybrid’s father?"
He considered my words for a while before he stood. He walked to the door and tipped his head backwards, staring at the ceiling. "I will reveal that information later. It’s on a need to know basis. Call me tonight at 7 o’clock. We'll set up a meeting point." He yanked open the door and turned to face me a final time. "Don't make me regret this, Josie."
His feet crunched across the gravel. By the time I'd followed him outside, he was in his car, a black older model sedan. He noticed me standing at on the porch and rolled down his window.
I did my best to appear non-threatening. "You won't regret this, Liev. If it makes you feel better, I have no maker. No one controls me...not even Stefan. He is my mate but he doesn't control me. Your friend is safe, I promise."
He pounded his fist against the steering wheel and stared blankly out the window. He jutted his chin and put the car into gear without looking at me. "7 o'clock."
I watched his car reverse out of the driveway and disappear down the road. I sighed and started to turn, stopped by Stefan's arms. Falling against his chest, I let him envelope me in the security of his arms.
"It seems we have much to discuss, you and I. Come," Stefan murmured. He tugged me along behind him, leading me back into the house. Once we'd stepped inside, his lust hit me like a ton of bricks. The sheer intensity almost made me swagger backwards. "You were magnificent. And you are mine."
"Stefan," I said, my emotions catching in my throat. "I…"
“We will talk later. Come back to bed.” Stefan ordered. He hoisted me over his shoulder and I dangled upside down until we made it to the bedroom. With a gentle toss, I bounced on the bed. Stefan was already unzipping his jeans, pushing the worn denim over his narrow hips.
Not this time. I wasn’t going to let him placate me with mind-blowing sex. Smoothly, I made a dash for the door before he could convince me otherwise.
“Josephine. You want this as much as I do. Come back to bed and we will talk.”
When I glanced back, I immediately regretted it. He was deadly, flawless naked skin and muscles, lying there on the bed without a care in the world. His head rested on his hand, his long, beautiful body looked like a work of art against the backdrop of deep blue sheets. He arched a blond eyebrow and curled a finger, beckoning me to him. "Come.”
Desire coursed through me as my eyes scanned over his body. Feeling myself give in, I leaned against the door, arching my back slightly and bending one leg at the knee. I tossed my tousled hair over one shoulder and felt my lips curl up into the smallest of smiles. "We should talk first."
His blue eyes darkened as they swept over me and his want became my own. It burned through my veins like scathing flames, my arousal tightening in the pit of my stomach.
He rose up in the bed, watching me with a tilted head and a sexy smirk. "We could. But it would clear both of our minds if we just made love first.”
Every nerve in my body was suddenly vibrating in need. I felt more, needed more. I thought I'd loved Stefan before, but my mostly human body couldn't have contained the love I felt for him now. And my desire for him had increased tenfold. We could make love for days and never tire, our bond feeding one another’s almost desperate need. I needed release from the worry plaguing me, the implications of the journal…the meeting with Liev…
Letting my hands slide over my jeans, I flicked open the button and lowered the zipper. They fell around my feet and I stepped out of them. I dragged my t-shirt over my head and let my fingers linger over my breasts and slide down my stomach. My back was bowed, my head thrown back. I was inciting him and I knew it. His primal need for me was a pulsing throb, his mind a snarling pit of pure lust.
"What if I don’t want my mind to be clear?” I purred. Closing my eyes, my fingertips dipped between my thighs.
His mental moan was pure sex. He still hadn't moved, but I could feel his eyes marking my skin like his hands, caressing and visualizing everything he wanted me to do to make him scream.
"I would say you are lying to me.” His voice was like silk. "Vackra, you look sinful. The things we can do...there are no limits."
"No limits?" My eyes were narrow slits as I considered the implications of having no limitations. He could keep me aroused for hours, days with no relief.
Reading my thoughts, he used my preoccupation to his advantage. He sprang from the bed and had me pinned to the wall, my legs around his hips. He entered me with agonizing slowness, letting me feel every inch of his glorious cock completely fill me.
