Ileus: The Dark Prince

Anastasia stopped. Their eyes met and on an instinct she knew that Darla was feeling... murderous. Shocked as hell, her breath hitched and her eyes grew wide. Aidan curled his hand around Darla's nape and forced her to look at him. 

Relieved that Aidan was helping her, Anastasia closed her eyes, bent down and took a deep breath in. The red flowers around her turned pink. Anastasia felt as if she inhaled... passion. 

Little did she know that the color from the flowers peeled away in a powdery form and floated in the air, swirling around her before entering her nostrils. 

"What are you doing here?" came Kaizan's voice from behind. 

Startled, Anastasia turned sharply. "I—" Suddenly, logic left her as sweet lust and passion entered her mind. Surrounded by the intoxicating smell of the red wildflowers, Anastasia felt fluttery sensations in her chest and stomach. She leaned in and tilted her head as her skin flushed. Her hands fumbled with her shirt's buttons, as if she wanted them to open. A moan escaped her body as she felt her pants flooding with her juices. Her breath rushed in and out and a face flashed through her mind—Ileus. Slowly she looked in Darla's direction. 

Darla growled again and turned to see Anastasia. Anastasia realized Darla's intentions and she growled back. Both the girls had an overwhelming desire to join and become one with the man who was lying in the tent, unconscious. Anastasia's aggressiveness increased and at the moment she was unable to concentrate on anything but obtain sexual release. 

"Hold your breath!" Kaizan rumbled. 

But Anastasia didn't listen to him. She threw her head back towards the sky, walked a little further and inhaled the scent of the flowers. Redness of the blooms around her faded, as they turned pink. She giggled. Images of the book that Ileus had shown her bounced around her head. Lust and passion was all she could think of. She heard Kaizan stepping right behind her. "You have gone too far into it!" he rasped. He held her waist from behind and picked her up. 

Once again her gaze went to where Darla was being held by Aidan in his lap. She had buried her face in the crook of his neck and he was stroking her back. Carrick shook his head and he walked away from them saying, "I am nearby. Call me if you need." 

The infusion of aroma was so intoxicating that she wanted to grab someone and kiss him senseless. "Kaizan, you are fun!" she said as he continued to carry her to the tent. She licked her lips. "I need to go to Ileus!" 

"Control yourself Anastasia!" 

She shook her head. "I need to be near Ileus!" All she could now think of was his strong muscular body and that beautiful face and those perfectly shaped kissable lips. "That man is glorious!" 

"He sure is." 

"Is Darla after him?" she asked as from somewhere that doubt crept in her mind and it made her extremely protective about Ileus. 

"She is!" 

A guttural growl left her mouth. "If I find her near him, I will plunge my dagger in her. Do you understand?" She was now angered as hell. 

"I do!" 

"Aren't you feeling it?" 

Kaizan gritted his teeth. He was dying as feelings of lust surged through him. It was almost to the level of craziness, and he was on the brink of losing it. But the idea of saving Anastasia was holding a thin thread in his mind and he tethered to that thread, almost as if it was his life. He wanted the effect to get over as soon as possible. He brought her to her tent and then said, "Stay inside with Ileus. Don't wake him up, okay?" 

She nodded vehemently with a giggle. "I won't." 

Not able to hold it any further, Kaizan ran towards the falls. Anastasia climbed up to the tent and then sat there, awed by the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her life. Her breath became shallow as she crawled over him and watched him. He lay beneath her, his eyes closed. She noticed his firm lips and traced them with her thumb. The urge to kiss him was growing. 

Suddenly his eyes fluttered open. He frowned. "Anastasia?" 

"You are glorious!" she rasped. 

His firm lips curled and revealed his fangs. Anastasia felt a crazy urge to tap the points of those fangs with her tongue. Her thoughts were scattered everywhere. "Why do you look so pleased?" 

"Because for the first time you said I am glorious. Am I growing on you, Ana?" 

She giggled again. "I think I am growing on you," she answered as she trailed the corners of his mouth with her finger. She pulled his bottom lip down and planted a kiss on his pearly teeth. After she had inhaled the scent of the blooms, something drastic had happened to her feelings. "I feel—" she couldn't understand what she wanted to say. 

Ileus was shocked. "What do you feel, Ana?" he asked in a husky voice. 

She remembered what Kaizan said, 'Don't wake him up.' Even though she had a mad urge to kiss him senseless, she just stared at him. 

He asked again. "Ana, what do you feel?"

She blurted, "I feel like kissing you senseless." Her skin flushed when she saw how he was raking his gaze over her body. Every apprehension, every inhibition from her body was taken away from her. 

He took his fingers to her cheeks and brushed them with his thumb. "Did you go out in the field?" 

"Yes." 

And suddenly she didn't know how, she found herself pinned beneath him. She squirmed under him. "Is there something wrong with that?" 

"Mm-hmm." He planted a kiss on her forehead and asked, "Why did you come to me, Ana?" 

"Because Kaizan dropped me here!" Because she was lusting after him. Because her heart ached to be with him. His smile disappeared when she said that and she hated it. She wanted to take her words back. She didn't know what was happening to her. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly.