Lust Immortal (Immortal Series Book 1) Read Free Page B

“She smells divine. I can’t believe
you’ve never even tasted her, dear brother,” he said, avoiding the subject.
    Yes. William
knew she smelled divine. The rich scent already assaulted him on a daily basis.
It was difficult being alone with her at times as the urge to overtake her was
so powerful. Meeting Isabel’s eyes, he wondered if she enjoyed his brother’s
touch. Did she enjoy having the life-blood sucked from her by vampires? She
hardly flinched as Charles sunk his fangs into her delicate skin, and she never
struggled. Then a look of intense desire filled her eyes- a look more powerful
than William had ever seen. He should elicit that look from her! The smell of
her blood overpowered him, made his head light as the pounding beat of her
heart filled his ears. He should be the only one to drink from her!
    William
stood up before he realized what he was doing. “Enough!”
    Charles
laughed as he pulled out his fangs, a couple drops of blood dripping from the little
holes in Isabel’s neck. “I didn’t take much.”
    William
glared. “Get out. I need her sensible.”
    Charles
lifted Isabel from his lap and stood. “Whatever you say, dear brother. I do
hope Tabitha’s still awake.”
    He waited
until the sound of his brother’s footsteps faded before he spoke. When he
glanced at Isabel, the look of absolute desire was replaced by one of
apprehension. Did she distrust him so much?
    Her scent
was about to make him lose his senses again, which was probably what Charles
wanted. Pulling out a clean handkerchief, he handed it to Isabel. Her slender
fingers reached for it, almost touching his, but he pulled his hand back just
in time. Just one touch could drive him over the edge. “Sit down.”
    “Master?”
    William
sighed. She took her position in the household too seriously at times. “I said
sit down, Isabel.”
    Slowly, she
perched herself on the edge of the chair and brought the handkerchief to her
neck. The blood soaked into immediately, the redness seeping out from under her
fingers like a blossom.
    “Did we
interrupt you?” William asked, although he already knew they had.
    Her cheeks
flushed, and the rush of blood through her veins excited William’s taste buds.
“I was in the bath.”
    The thought
of her naked and wet filled William’s mind. His hands caressing her body, lips
kissing every inch of her supple skin while she moaned in pleasure beneath him.
He shook the thought from his head. It couldn’t happen without putting them
both in danger. “Well, I hope you forgive the disturbance.”
    “Of course,
Master,”
    William
looked into her questioning eyes. “Do you know why I wished to speak with you?”
    Isabel
fiddled with the ties of her robe for a moment before she answered. “Yes.”
    William
looked at the fire. Ten years had nearly past since they plucked that dirty
child from the streets of London and took her across to the New World. If it
had been up to him, William wouldn’t have forced her into an indentured status,
but the council would think he was weak for helping a human child with no
request for service. Isabel was so small at the time, her long brown hair tied
in a messy braid and her clothes in rags. She’d said her parents were dead and
she begged on the streets for food. William knew, as he looked into her pale
blue eyes, that she’d be dead within a year or two if he left her there. Of
course Charles thought him a fool, but over time he grew fond of Isabel and
played with her as if she was his little sister. William never allowed himself
such frivolities.
    “Your
servitude will be up in a week’s time. As the contract states, we will provide
you with a tidy sum, I believe we agreed on twenty pounds, but we’ll have to
give you pieces of eight instead. Does that sound fair?” It took all his
willpower to say the words out loud- to admit he was letting her go forever if
she left.
    Isabel’s
eyes widened. “That much?”
    She’d grown
to be a wonderful asset in