Free Wicked Lord: Part One by Shirl Anders Page A

jerked her hips trying to throw the weight off,
holding her down.
    Trinity realized he could have the strength
of ten men, but he would easily break Beth's fragile flesh and
bones if he used it.
    " I'll give her my blood," he hissed,
trying to hold Beth's thrashing body down without hurting her. His
voice, which normally sounded with conviction, this time, rang with
doubt as he glared at Doctor Latham.
    Latham nodded his head, saying, "All of
Baptiste's experiments with the feeders we've managed to save,
those poor souls, have shown an overwhelming calming effect."
    "With no harm?" Trinity demanded through the
chunkiness of his fangs fully extended. The beast inside him was
perversely interested.
    "None has been recorded to date," Latham
answered. "And she's going to pull the stitches out if we don't do
—"
    Trinity cut him off with a growl and his arm
extended. He flipped his wrist upward. "Cut it!"
    He would have done it himself, but he needed
at least one hand to hold Beth from struggling off the bed. Doctor
Latham cut his wrist and unnaturally dark blood began to pool.
    Beth was struggling so much he had to force
his wrist to her panting mouth. "Drink it, maiden," he commanded
with a strident voice, leaving little choice.
     
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Beth smelled a scent she'd never encountered
before and the overpowering strength of it halted her thrashing
head. Quickly, cold, thick liquid pressed to her lips. Her
scattered thoughts held no reason, and then she heard the voice
she'd learned to trust commanding her … and she drank.
    Heat seeped into the tissues of her mouth,
then down her throat. She moaned … and without her immediate
knowledge, her body began to relax as she sucked more of the
intoxicating liquid into her mouth. Her emotional and deranged
thoughts began to sharpen into sanity. All at once, she knew where
she was. She knew what was happening and she knew why. The miracle
was she was no longer afraid.
    "Finish it, Doctor," Trinity's voice sounded
above her, and she smiled … drinking his essence.
    She never felt another stab of pain as other
things became important to her. She could hear the breathing of
each person in the room. Trinity's sounded hollow, but the other
two were shallow and strained. Their heartbeats ran fast in the
woman and slower in the man. Beth could feel their blood flowing
and she could hear her brother's pacing at the front of the
mansion. His shoes tapped the marble. His heartbeat was strong.
    But then, Trinity pulled his wrist from her
sucking mouth. "It's enough," he warned.
    She mewled with loss, finding herself
pleading, "Please, more!" She felt as if she might do anything to
have more of the euphoric heat that was spreading through her
body.
    "It's done," Doctor Latham announced. "Thank
god," he added with a tired voice.
    Beth was ready to lurch upward to try to
convince Trinity to give her more of the tempting liquid, but his
hands held her down.
    Trinity's hair fell forward as he looked
down at the small stitches across the paleness of Beth's back. He'd
heard her plea for more of his blood and it disturbed him.
    "Tell the brother it's gone well and his
sister is sleeping. He shouldn't disturb her. You will return in
the morning to check on her," Trinity ordered.
    He knew Latham had a questioning look for
him, but he didn't glance upward to accept it. He heard Beth sigh
at his proclamation. She turned her head to the side trying to look
up at him, kneeling beside her. He held her wrists prisoner with
his other hand pressed into her shoulder blades.
    Latham's helper rose off Beth's thighs, then
she fastidiously gathered the bed linen to pull up over Beth's
lower torso.
    "Will you let me go?" Beth's voice turned
sensual, tempting him.
    He didn't answer, he just laid his hands
more firmly and held unearthly still, until the doctor was packed
and ready to leave.
    "I will return in the morning," Doctor
Latham said. Then they were gone with the door clicking shut in