Daisy pressed herself against him, her body trembling with desire as he kissed her again and again. He lowered his head to her br**sts, kissing her through the fabric of her shirt while his hands held her body tightly to his. His kisses were like fire, melting her bones, incinerating all thought. There was only Erik, and her desire to please him, to give him whatever he asked. And he was asking. His voice in her ear, begging for a taste...
He wanted her, needed her. How could she refuse? With a sigh, she arched her neck, granting him access to her throat. His tongue was like a flame against her skin, the touch of his fangs both pain and pleasure as he drank. And then she was drifting, floating through a red haze of sensation where every touch, every caress, was heightened.
She cried out in protest when he lifted his head, not caring if he took it all if only she could bury herself in the crimson bliss that surrounded her.
Murmuring, "Don't stop," she pulled his head down to her neck once again.
Erik stroked her cheek. "I'm sorry, love, but I dare not take more."
"Please..."
He swore softly, then tensed as the back door slammed open and Alex's voice cut through the darkness.
"Daisy? Daisy, are you out here?"
"We're over here," Erik called. Pulling Daisy to him, he quickly licked the tiny wounds in her throat, sealing them, then draped his arm around her shoulders.
"What are you doing out here?" Alex asked, striding toward them.
"Just enjoying the evening air," Erik replied.
"Uh-huh," Alex remarked skeptically. "Daisy, are you all right?"
"I'm fine," she murmured, though it was an effort to focus her thoughts. "Where's Dad?"
"He's talking to Mom on the phone."
"How are you feeling?" Erik asked.
"I feel fine." Alex frowned at him, then looked at Daisy. "What did you tell him?"
"I..." Daisy looked up at Erik, wondering what she should say.
"She didn't tell me anything. Why? Is something wrong?"
Alex narrowed his eyes as he gazed from his sister to Erik and back again. "Why should anything be wrong?"
"Alex, we'd like a little privacy, if you don't mind," Daisy said, forcing a smile. "I'll talk to you later."
"Yeah, later." Alex held her gaze for a moment, his expression puzzled, and then he turned and made his way back toward the house.
"How am I going to explain how they got away from the vampire, and how they got home?" Daisy asked.
"I'm not sure you'll have to."
Daisy frowned. "Maybe you're right. He didn't seem very upset for a guy who'd been captured by a vampire, did he?"
"Exactly. I don't think he remembers any of it."
"Which means my father probably doesn't, either."
"Right. Let's go back inside. I'll hypnotize the two of them and see if they have any memory of what happened. If they do, I'll erase it from their minds, then I'll go get the truck and bring it back here. We'll pretend today never happened. If they don't remember anything..." Erik shrugged. "Problem solved either way."
"But..." Daisy shook her head, uncertain how she felt about Erik messing with their minds.
"Have you got a better idea?"
"No."
He kissed her lightly on the cheek. "They'll be fine, trust me."
She didn't know why she was surprised by the realization that she did, indeed, trust him. She lifted a hand to her neck, thinking that she had put her life in his hands only moments ago.
"That's my girl." Erik smiled at her as he took her hand and led her into the house.
Chapter 25
Daisy slipped into bed and turned out the light, her mind still filled with images of Erik standing in the living room mesmerizing her father and her brother. She had known such things were possible. She had seen Nonnie put people into trances before. She had known vampires were capable of doing the same thing. The first lesson her father had taught her was never to look directly into a vampire's eyes, something she had totally forgotten upon meeting Erik.
She had watched and listened as Erik had sorted through her father's memories of the day, and then her brother's. Neither her father nor Alex recalled finding Villagrande or anything else about their encounter with the vampire.
"Why would he erase their memories?" Daisy asked.
"I have a feeling he did it just before I took them away, perhaps as a gift to you."
"Me? He doesn't even know me."
"But he knows I love you."
"What? How could he know such a thing?"
"Probably because I told him."
"You discussed me with him?" she exclaimed.
"I explained that you mean a lot to me, and that Alex and your father mean a lot to you."
Thinking back on it now, warm in her bed in the safety of her own room, made her smile. A vampire with a heart of gold. Who'd have thought it?
Erik had left immediately after releasing Alex and her dad from his spell. Brandon had come home shortly thereafter. The four of them had stayed up chatting until well after midnight. Of course, all Brandon could talk about was Paula. She was beautiful. She was sweet and kind and caring, just an old-fashioned girl. She dreamed of going to Niagara Falls when she got married, and she wanted lots of children.
With a sigh, Daisy turned onto her side, thinking she was just a little envious of her brother. Not that she wasn't happy for him. It was just that his future seemed set, while hers seemed to get more complicated every day. Not that she would change her life for Brandon's. Her life might not be perfect, but at the moment, she wouldn't change a thing, not if it meant giving up Erik. Just thinking of him, with his soul-deep eyes, sexy smile, and kissable lips, made her heart skip a beat.
She glanced at the darkness beyond her window. Where was he now? Was he thinking of her, wishing they were together? If only he were there, beside her.
The thought had no sooner crossed her mind than he was lying on top of the covers next to her.
"Oh!" She pressed a hand to her wildly beating heart. "You just scared me half to death."
"Sorry, my little flower," he said, and then grinned. "Any chance I could have the other half?"
"What are you talking about...?" She frowned at him, then recoiled as she realized what he was asking. "No way!"
He ran his knuckles lightly up and down her cheek. "You might like it."
"I doubt it."
"Wouldn't you like to see the world as it is?" He lifted his hand in a gesture that encompassed her bedroom. "Look around you. I can see each stitch in your curtains, hear the ant crawling across the floor, the bird settling in its nest outside your window. When I touch your quilt, I can feel the weave and the texture of the threads. When I touch you..." He smiled into her eyes. "Perhaps I'd better not go there."