Dark Knight of the Skye by Robin Renee Ray Page A

mouth down the thick muscle of his neck, gently nibbling along his collar bone until he reached up, taking a handful of hair at the back of her head and began kissing her neck before sinking his fangs in once again.
    Her back arched and she moaned out in pure pleasure, as he brought her to a full blown orgasm merely with his bite. He released and she dropped like a brick. She stared into the pale blue eyes of the man she thought she just made passionate love to and wondered why she would have done such a thing. He stood and she closed her shirt, looking more confused than ever. “So, Danny Gilmore is the lead of Scotland,” he replied and threw his head back, laughing like a madman.
    D`nae sat with her back up against the headboard of the bed, watching Alasdair pace the room repeating ‘The lead of Scotland’ and ‘How bloody ironic’, with D`nae not wanting to say a word. She kept putting her hand up to her neck feeling where he had bit her twice, wondering why she couldn’t remember half of what just happened; how she got on the bed and why she just engaged in the best sex that she’d ever had with a vampire she just met. She was thinking ‘Danny’s going to hate me’ when Alasdair ran up to the bed and slammed his hands down beside her.
    “They sent his body back, didn’t they?”
    “Yeah, but he got out… how’d you know?”
    “It all makes sense now. Your Danny was a very lucky boy that night.”
    “What night?”
    “If the law hadn’t showed, you would have no head and Danny would have paid the price for his great-grandfather’s deeds,” he elaborated.
    D`nae shifted in the bed, just the thought of knowing they meant to kill her all those years ago unnerved her to the bone. Alasdair noticed and started laughing. “If I wanted you dead, don’t you think I would have done it by now?”
    “What did Danny’s family do? I mean, I know it had to be pretty awful to make you go to all this trouble to get Danny,” she asked timidly.
    “Martin Gilmore killed my brother and the woman I loved. She was mortal, like yourself, and the most beautiful woman seen on the Isle. Anogus was my twin and before we were turned, our family owned most of the land near the Isle of Lochalsh in the late seventeen hundreds. My brother and I were taken by an ancient and removed from the Highlands after we became what we did. After many years of serving our captor, we escaped back to our homeland only to find our people dead and our land taken by the greedy Gilmore’s.”
    “How long were you gone?”
    “Round seventy years, best I can remember. I first set out to avenge my people, but I saw her standing by the fire. To this day I can remember the way the firelight glowed in a halo around her curly blond locks, and the way her dress revealed the shape of her perfect body when she stepped in front of the fire. By the time we fell in love, she was ready to spend eternity with me. The small villages were already hot with rumors of white devils, the walking dead, and we knew we had to flee our precious land, the land that had been in our blood from the beginning of Scottish history. I sent my brother to fetch my bride while I made passage to England. I felt his screams in my head, then his pain in my body as I rushed to find him. Dawn was dangerously close when I reached the opening of a field where they held not only my brother but also my love.”
    He would have continued but there was a knock on the door. Before he could say ‘enter’, D`nae called out, “What?” She immediately looked back to see if he was going to be giving her a ‘who died and made you boss’ sort of look, which he was. “Sorry,” she mouthed, moving her hand as if to say ‘after you’.
    “Enter.” And only then did the door open.
    Michael walked in with a tray full of medical supplies and just stood there. “Place it on the bed and leave.” He sat it down and exited as quickly as he had come in. D`nae had all but forgotten about the wounds