Soul Mate: Lethal Legacy Vampire Series
Prologue
Xander
“Love grows. Lust wastes by Enjoyment, and the Reason is, that one springs from an Union of Souls, and the other from an Union of Sense.”
- William Penn
“Stalking me again I see,” Alexandra whispered.
I didn’t immediately react to the unexpected question in the inky dark of the night. I sat in an armchair that was wedged in a corner of the spacious bedroom. I had an unobstructed view of the king-sized bed where Alexandra, I thought, had been sleeping peacefully. Hell, after a double shift at the hospital, that should have been a safe assumption.
I had only been in her room for mere seconds and was soon fighting the clogging, persistent urge to mate. It was even more potent than before. I was granite hard and throbbing with need in my tailored trousers as her feminine scent filled my senses.
After our erotic shared dreams, every night since I left her, my desire for her had been escalating. Now with her so close within my reach, my control was virtually nonexistent.
“Are you going to pretend that you didn’t hear me? Or continue this creepy behavior?”
My lips twitched in reluctant amusement. It wasn’t as if I wasn’t aware that she was sassy, confident, and fearless. However, I was surprised that she was able to sense my presence because I was fairly certain that it was impossible to see me. Her windows were covered with blackout drapes, and there was no light, artificial or otherwise, in the room. Her human eyes should not be able to see me.
“As I’m not stalking you, there is no need to answer or discontinue.” My voice came across deep and raspy, primal lust making it almost impossible for me to think straight. The sound of her sultry voice only made me harder.
Alexandra sat up in her bed. She stared directly at me.
I had to fight to not react to that direct stare. There was no way she could see me, right? Damn, I wasn’t so certain anymore. The gold in her eyes glowed with excitement.
Her sheets were rumpled untidily around her ankles, a testament to her restless sleep. She wore a white cotton tank top that hugged her unfettered breasts and flat stomach and matching shorts that barely covered her curvy ass. Her breasts were perfectly proportioned and round, high on her chest, with their dark areolas topped with plump taut nipples clearly visible through the thin cotton. God, she was so stunningly beautiful that my stomach flipped, and my cock throbbed with the need to claim her.
“What are you doing then if it’s not stalking me?” she asked impatiently.
“Protecting you,” I rasped out. How the fuck did this happen? Why did I get this close? I didn’t want to feel like this or have this conversation with her. Pure lust pulsed through me like a drumbeat, insistent and steady.
Alexandra crept to the edge of her bed, getting closer to me. “Protecting me? Protecting me from what or from whom?”
Did she have no sense of self-preservation? I am a six-foot-six lethal predator, power and strength self-evident in every line of my frame. She had no way of knowing whether I was trustworthy or not, because, clearly, I was not harmless. I had gained access to her bedroom after circumventing the security of her walled perimeter, passing her security team on the grounds of the house, and breeching her electronic alarm system. Yes, I saved her once, but no one had good intentions when visiting late at night.
She should be terrified or at least uncomfortable with having a man uninvited and unrelated to her in her bedroom. Instead, she was sitting up in her bed, trying to have a normal QA conversation in the dead of night.