Vampire Coven Book 3: A Vampire's Embrace Read Free Page A

intimate. The desire to be near her was too strong a pull to ignore. Closer, Rhett moved until his lips kissed her neck.
    “She is so sweet,” Rhett whispered. He inhaled ambrosia. Life was a gift; the taste of life flowed through this female.
    How was that possible?
    “She is yours,” Tavish said. The others grinned as he gazed around the room in curiosity.
    Rhett gasped as the beauty changed in color. The room turned quiet except for the breathing of the female. Everything he saw was in black and white. The couch was dark where the perfection lay. Exposed to him on a dais. There were no pretty little baubles of color to distract him, no shining silky blond hair tempting him to run his fingers through. Her alabaster skin became translucent showing him her veins. One large vein taunted him, coaxed him, pulsing…begged him to taste. A sweet refreshing drink, a beacon in the now small room, as though only Rhett and the female existed.
    How was that possible?
    “Drink,” Tavish insisted.
    Rhett took orders from no one, yet, he must obey this man. He wanted to obey this man, the urge was so strong. Gently at first, Rhett settled his lips against her throat where the vein danced under his tongue which licked at her. The pulsing beat called to him, claimed him. Opening his mouth, his teeth nestled against her warm flesh, her silky salty flesh. Two fangs slipped into that beckoning vein, sliding gently until completely immersed and his lesser teeth bit savagely into her sweetness.
    Oh heaven, I am at your door.
    The young woman groaned and Rhett felt a strong hand on his shoulder. “Do not drain her, I promise you will be satisfied. This one is a favorite,” Tavish said. Rhett heard the warning but he battled; one must win all battles or die. It had been bred into him from birth.
    Ambrosia flowed down Rhett’s throat. Sweet, hot nectar soothed his hunger while firing it systematically. He wanted to rip her throat out, he wanted to savor her. The confusion became too much and Rhett grew angry. She was teasing him, toying with his emotions.
    How dare she, the brazen slave?
    “Enough,” Tavish bellowed when Rhett gripped her body to his chest.
    She was so slight in his arms. She was his, only his and he would teach her what her position was. Soft flesh pressed hard to his bare chest. He would pull her into him; he must take all of her. Rhett wanted her to feel his strength.
    She must be closer.
    Rhett heard her little bones crunch but still she defied him and would not slide into his body. Strong hands latched onto Rhett’s arms and around his chest dragging him, fighting, away. Bellowing his rage, Rhett fought back but Tavish and Laken were too strong, never had Rhett felt such power. Never had Rhett felt so powerful. Claws unsheathed, fangs struck out. Rhett was a warrior. He would die before he lost in battle. His opponents battled, but theirs was of a different nature. All the while, a tug at his emotions pulled him to stop. He sensed he battled family. Rhett battled his father when he came of age and decided his direction to wed later in life to a woman he chose. His father, his strong father was weak. Tavish wasn’t the same. Tavish was choosing his direction.
    For now.
    “Enough, my brother.”
    Rhett stilled. He had no brother, yet now he sensed many.
    Caine was bent over the woman, checking her condition. He sat back on his heels and gazed at Tavish.
    “She will be fine, but I will keep her with me for the next few weeks,” Caine said. He glared at Rhett.
    Tavish nodded and Caine gathered the woman gently into his arms. Rhett grew still when one moment Caine was there, the next gone. When his gaze settled onto Tavish, the man’s look was grim.
    “You must obey me,” Tavish demanded.
    “I obey no man,” was Rhett’s quick retort. He then went red remembering he had obeyed Tavish, at first.
    Laken chuckled. “It appears our newest member will be a challenge.”
    “Member?” Rhett asked.
    “You belong to