Indulge, Warm Delicacy Series, Book 2

Indulge

(Warm Delicacy Series, Book 2)

By

Megan Duncan

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INDULGE

Megan Duncan

Copyright, 2012

All rights reserved.

Smashwords edition: July 2012

ISBN: 9781465754578

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Chapter 1

It wasn’t the sound of Arrick’s feet treading heavily against the brittle forest ground, but the sound of his heart thumping madly in his chest that woke me. I stirred slightly in his arms as my face rested against his chest. Where are we? I asked sleepily, unwilling to let my heavy lids rise.

Not sure exactly. Somewhere in the outskirts. I’ve been driving non-stop all day. Sun’s down now though; I figured it’d be safe to stop for a break. He smiled down at me. Think you can walk?

I rubbed my eyes and nodded. Arrick set me on my feet gently and confidently took hold of my hand as he led me deeper into the forest. As soon as the sun glimmered on the horizon, exhaustion and sleep took a firmer grip on me. Arrick pointed out that the back seat of the Mercedes was outfitted for day driving, so I could sleep safely while he drove. I received a small, but helpful nudge from him before climbing into the back and pulling shut the thick black curtains nestled in the hidden compartments that framed the windows.

We walked in the forest in comfortable silence until the soothing bubbling of a small creek made me smile in excitement. Arrick laughed at my amusement and sprinted after me as I charged toward the water that was not far in front of me. It felt good to stretch my muscles even though they were still sore and weak. I could already feel them repairing, and judging by the rumble of hunger in my stomach, my small snack had not been enough to completely revive me.

I smirked at the thought of considering Arrick a small snack. What are you smiling about? he asked.

Just excited to finally clean myself up a bit, I said while peeling off the blood-stained clothes that were stiffly plastered against my body. Arrick immediately turned his back and I blushed. I hadn’t even given it the slightest thought that he was watching me undress. I thought vampires considered the body a work of art?

I… I… Arrick stammered, I’m not a vampire.

Oh, so you don’t think my body is a work of art? I thoroughly enjoyed teasing him. He was always so grounded, it was nice to see I had the power to make him squirm if just a little.

Yet somewhere deep inside, a twinge of guilt pierced through me. Dmitry would be crushed to see me flirting with Arrick. And that’s what I was doing, wasn’t I? My ease and comfort came too easily around Arrick. My mind denied the flirtation, though not my heart, at least I thought so. This damn connection between us was so strong and hard to figure out.

I didn’t say that. I just… His argument trailed off, and he turned to face me again before quickly pivoting back.

I decided to leave on my undergarments. It wasn’t only because it would make Arrick more comfortable, but also because this was a strange river; there might be any number of insects lurking. I might be a vampire, but I was still a girl and creepy crawlers weren’t any less scary.

It’s safe now, I called out, dipping into the cool water. I shivered as the lingering clouds of sleep shook off my body. I cupped water into my hands and scrubbed myself vigorously. Surprisingly, the scent of dried blood was very unappealing to me, much like rotten food was to a human. With every bit I washed away, my stomach settled calmed.

I took extra care to clean around my already healing wounds. Thick scabs were beginning to form, and though still tender, my bruises were now yellowing. I tentatively traced my finger along the cut on my face, distinctly recalling the pain that screamed through me when Ana slashed at me. I had never been more grateful to be a vampire with the ability to instantly heal, and secretly hoped that it wouldn’t leave a scar. It may have been a vain hope, but I didn’t want anything to remind me of that night. That was a foolish thought - I could never forget it.

As I sloshed my way back to shore, a robust black duffel bag sat waiting for me. I looked up to see Arrick stacking wood in a fire pit, then dragging a heavy log for us to sit on. I stood trembling in the night air, watching him try to work while keeping his back to me at the same time.

Are you going to stand there all night? he asked at last, his tone somewhat playful and annoyed.

If it would drive you crazy, I just might, I countered, sticking my tongue out and dropping to my knees near the duffel bag. I rummaged through and found a pair of jeans and a few shirts, all with the price tags still on. I didn’t bother asking him where he got them and was just relieved that they looked like they might actually fit. I dug deeper, hoping that he might have also snagged me some panties, and I wasn’t disappointed. They were still packaged, and I pulled them out. I wasn’t sure if I was glad he bought me grandma panties or not, but it was better than a thong, at least.

I pulled on the clothes and smiled at how well they fit. Flannel never felt so good in all my life. I unhooked my bra and pulled it out through my sleeve. There was no way I was going to wear a wet bra all night. I walked to the small fire Arrick built and picked up a sturdy branch along the way. As I sat down on the thick log, I hung my bra and leaned it close enough to the flames. I hoped to dry it without catching it on fire.

Arrick rolled his eyes at me, but smiled. Feeling better?

A bit. I lowered myself to rest my back against the log and pushed my feet nearer the flames. Is it safe to be out here like this with a fire?

We hadn’t spoken about what had happened and I was grateful for that; but the thought that someone would definitely be looking for me made my eyes dart at every shadow that moved erratically in the firelight.

Arrick considered it for a bit before answering. For a little while, and then we have to get going. But first you need to eat. He tossed me a small plastic bottle filled with blood, while he tore open a crumpled bag and bit into a thick burger.

Where did you get this? I unscrewed the lid and sniffed. Arrick’s familiar scent lingered faintly, along with a staleness that made my nose wrinkle. Do you need me to heal you? I surveyed his body and didn’t see any injuries, but my heightened vampire senses picked up the mouthwatering aroma of a fresh wound. I was surprised I hadn’t noticed it before.

No, Claire. It’s best if you don’t feed from me directly, he said as he shoveled fries into his mouth. I tried not to be hurt by his comment. It couldn’t be that he didn’t want me to feed from him, right?

His vigorous appetite made my stomach growl and I put the bottle to my lips and chugged. The flavor wasn’t as savory, but satisfying nonetheless. My body yearned to drink from Arrick, but I had drunk enough to subdue the animal inside me. I was starting to realize why vampires and their Blood Mates grew so close. The desire was building and I knew if I were to ever give in to it, there would be no turning back.

I finished the contents of the bottle long before Arrick completed his burger, and tossed the empty vessel into the dancing flames. It popped and sizzled before quickly turning black and wafting the odor of burning plastic into the air around me. The flames were hypnotic and relaxing. Closing my eyes, letting the night sounds fill my ears, I allowed them to draw me in. I could smell the burning wood, the freshness of the running water, dry earth and rotting leaves. I delved deeper into my senses, allowing my instincts to guide me. Hearts were beating around me, one stronger than the others - Arrick’s - and the rest fainter, probably belonging to forest animals.

I reached out further, searching for how far I could go. I felt powerful. I was a new breed of vampire, a hybrid, and I wanted to be freed of all limits. I never wanted anyone to hurt me again, but most of all, the longing for the sweet taste of revenge was growing into an enticing idea in my mind.

I had never had such a thought before and it surprised me. Being a vampire was changing me in more ways than I expected. I could only hope they would all be good changes.

I smiled inwardly at the thought and continued focusing my energy. I had made it to the edge of the forest and knew the Mercedes was parked not far from there. Just as I was about to revel in my small accomplishment, my ultra-sensitive awareness prickled and captivated my attention. There was someone or something out there, but I was too far away to determine whom or what it was. Fear trickled through me and eroded my newfound confidence. What if it were Ana? What if she came back to finish what she started?

Arrick startled me out of my trance when he plopped down next to me, wrapping a thick wool blanket around us.

Geez, I growled, trying to conceal the extent to which he just spooked me.

Sorry. You were pretty deep into it. What were you thinking?

Honestly? He looked at me expectantly and I sighed deeply. I didn’t want to show weakness, but Arrick and I were connected on an intimate level. There was no way I could hide my fear from him; he felt it. It was both comforting and intrusive to have another being so in-touch with my thoughts and feelings. I’m worried that Ana will come after us.

I waited for him to laugh at me, but he simply nodded his head. I would be surprised if she didn’t… I jerked away in shock and opened my mouth, before he looked into my eyes. "Calm down, Claire. As much as I still want to kill her for what she did to you, I will say this: Ana is not stupid. She will not lash out at you again recklessly. She will plan it out meticulously and take her time, no matter how long it takes. She is as vengeful a vampire as I have ever seen and refuses to accept failure."

He was right. Ana failed in her first attempt at killing me, but this time she would be fueled with even more than just a desire to steal the throne. She wanted revenge, and I was, ever so slowly, realizing what a sweet thing it could be.

That really doesn’t make me feel any better. Do you think Luka survived? If I killed him, Ana’s rage would be ten-fold.

It’s very possible. That kind of blow to the head can do serious damage to a vampire’s nervous system. As much as I’d like to see him dead as well, it might actually be an advantage for us if he does survive, Arrick said. He reached forward and adjusted a burning log with his boot.

How? I hope he does or she’s going to want to tear my spine out for killing him! I cried. Suddenly my throat went dry. I wanted to ask more, but that was all I could manage. Saying the word kill aloud disturbed me. It didn’t seem real. Was I really capable of such a thing? All I did was hit him in the head. How could that have killed him?

Arrick fixed me with a concerned look and got up to retrieve the duffel bag. Well, if Luka is alive, it’ll buy us some time; Ana will focus on him first. It is nearly impossible to separate a vampire from a wounded mate. But… if he is dead… Arrick shrugged, withdrawing a dark bottle from the bottom of the pack.

If Luka was dead, then Ana would be hot on our trail. Even after everything he did to me, I wasn’t proud of the fact that I might have killed him. However, I highly doubted I could have accomplish such a feat. He was Dmitry’s brother after all, and I knew it would hurt him deeply. I never wanted to cause Dmitry any pain.

How could I have killed him?

Arrick looked at me with a grimace.

What’s that? I pointed at the bottle Arrick carried, quickly changing the subject. Maybe I wasn’t ready to hear all the gruesome details of what I had done.

He offered it, and the sweet, yet bitter, scent of cheap red wine wafted into my nostrils. Drink, he instructed.

No, thanks. I raised my hand and licked my lips, wishing I hadn’t thrown the plastic bottle into the fire. I was almost desperate enough that I would probably have licked it if I could.

Listen, Claire. You need to heal, but our current circumstances won’t allow that right now. I need all my energy to drive us the rest of the way, and then I will make sure you get proper nourishment. He waved the bottle in my face once more. Rolling my eyes, I took it.

How is wine going to help me?

It just does; now drink it.

An irritated growl rumbled in his chest, followed by an expression of disappointment. Not in me, but in himself, which only made me feel guilty. I watched him pace and then stare intently into the fire, as flickering shadows danced across his masculine face.

I chose to obey and took girlish sips while I contemplated our situation. I had been attacked and nearly killed, may or may not have killed my almost boyfriend’s brother, and now I was escaping to another region with my Blood Mate, who thought there was a very good chance the vampire who wanted me dead was on our heels. Yes, my situation was very dark I decided, so I stopped taking little sips and drank greedily.

Okay, okay, that’s enough. I need you relaxed, not drunk. Arrick snatched the bottle and stowed it away, grinning.

Ya know, I’ve never been camping before. I hiccupped and giggled as the wine took effect. I’ve never even left the city. Pretty sad now that I think about it, don’t you agree? It’s actually quite peaceful here.

That’s just the wine talking, Arrick said.

I disagreed, but decided not to harass him. I really did like it in the woods and started to realize how much bigger the world had become. So much bigger than my small human dreams of living next door to my best friend and growing old with our husbands and kids. My world now was endlessly changing and I would live to see it all. Hopefully.

Arrick pulled a phone from his back pocket, and was pointing it at the sky, silently praying for a signal. Who are you trying to call? I asked Arrick while folding the wool blanket. I knew we wouldn’t be staying here much longer and would have to get on the road again soon.

For a moment, he ignored me, cursing the phone and banging its display with his hand. Your parents, he said at last, but I can’t get a signal.

Oh.

The thought of meeting my real parents brought reality crashing in on me again. Not the human woman I thought was my mother for eighteen years, nor Nicolae and Evilyn, who kidnapped me because they wanted to be my parents and even called me their daughter, but my real parents.

We should tell them we are coming.

He looked at me somewhat confused and slid the phone into his shirt pocket. Would you carry that pack? Let’s head back to the car.

I nodded and slung the bag over my shoulder. The half full wine bottle hit my back as it landed and I winced in pain when it connected with my only slightly healed wound.

You sound like they won’t be happy when we show up, I said, gritting my teeth as the pain dissipated. I followed Arrick easily back through