Blood Doll (The Vampire Agape Series Book #3) (The Vampire Agape Series #3)

by Georgia Cates

  I believe that’s the confirmation I desperately want but I’m afraid to jump to conclusions. “I made her mine but I need to know if she’s intended for me. If she isn’t, another vampire could try to take her from me but I won’t allow it. I will never be parted from her.”

  “We don’t know a lot about agápes but I don’t believe you could have claimed Avery as your own if she wasn’t intended for you byAnteros. You’ve completed the final stage of the bond with her. You couldn’t have done that if she wasn’t yours. You might not have had the typical introduction or early relationship but every event was part of the plan to bring Avery Ferrand into your life. She is your destiny.”

  He confirms my suspicion and it’s a huge relief. “And I am hers.”

  I can tell that he’s happy for me. “Yes. You’re her protector and will do anything to maintain her safety. You’ll gladly die to keep her from harm.”

  He’s right. I am her shield from danger and I already have my first task in mind. “Or kill.”

  “I know what you’re thinking, Sol, but get it out of your head. Vincent has no idea where Avery is. She’s safe from him so you shouldn’t go looking for trouble.” Curry knows me so well. Sometimes a little too well.

  “I’m not going looking for trouble.” I won’t be the one with a problem because I won’t be the one to die. “I’m simply going to introduce that bastard to his true death.”

  “Stop and think about this before acting out irrationally,” Curry says. I’m sure he’s thinking of my safety but he above anyone else should understand my reasoning.

  I’ll give it the same amount of consideration he did when he made the decision to run a stake through Marsala’s chest. “There’s nothing irrational about wanting to protect my agápe. Didn’t you do the same when you killed Marsala?”

  “Marsala was an imminent danger to my wife and children.”

  I’m immediately pissed. I won’t allow him to play the marriage card and make my relationship with Avery seem less important because he has chosen to observe a mundane tradition. “So Avery deserves less protection because we aren’t joined in matrimony according to human law?”

  He’s holding his hands up defensively. “I would never suggest that Avery deserves less. I’m only pointing out that Marsala was not going to stop until she killed Chansey so she could have me and the babies. My only choice was to kill her.”

  He only had to think about this for one second to understand my predicament. “So please understand that I have no choice but to kill Vincent because he won’t stop looking for Avery until he has her back in his clutches. You have no idea the torture she suffered by his hand. I know everything she endured and trust me. The world would be a better place without him.”

  “I think we all agree that he needs to die but I tend to side with Curry on the issue. She is safe from Vincent for now so you have to leave it alone. It’s too risky. He and a large number of vampires are desperate to have her back. I don’t dare to imagine what might happen if you found him and things didn’t go well.” I’m a little hurt to hear Sebastian admit he has so little faith in my abilities. “You have an agápe to consider. You can’t protect her if Vincent kills you.”

  I’m left with a different feeling when I consider Avery’s fate if things didn’t end well for me.

  Curry’s grinning. “And speaking of protection. I’m feeling certain you didn’t use any with Avery this morning when you completed your bond with her.”

  Oh, shit. The thought of birth control couldn’t have been further from my mind but Curry’s right. His children were the living proof of what was possible between a vampire and his agápe. “It wasn’t exactly something we talked about or planned so the thought never crossed our minds.”

  He’s laughing. “I have two little results of what happens when it doesn’t cross your mind and now you could as well.”

  Our circumstances were different. “There wasn’t an eclipse.”

  Curry shrugs. “Who says there has to be? We don’t know that for certain. That was only a guess.”

  I’m throwing anything out there I can come up with. “Chansey conceived because you became more human than vampire.”

  “And you think you aren’t? What about your days and nights being mixed up? That’s been happening for a while. Have you tried to walk in the sun?”

  Curry’s out of his mind if he thinks I’d be so foolish to attempt that bonehead move again. “No way. I haven’t had a reason to try that again. I almost fried my hand off in Pascagoula in case you’ve forgotten.” I still can’t believe I was foolish enough to think Chansey’s friend Shelby could be my agápe.

  “You didn’t have Avery in your life then,” Curry argues.

  His argument isn’t supported by his experience with his agápe. “But you were able to walk in sunlight from the moment Chansey was born.”

  Curry gestures for Sebastian to take the floor. “I wasn’t able to tolerate the sun until Ella became a presence in my life. I think we each have our own circumstances and limitations.”

  Sebastian’s agápe didn’t become pregnant but they weren’t together long when she died. It’s very possible she could have been expecting when she fell from her horse and broke her neck. I’m sure it’s a thought that has plagued Sebastian’s mind more than once since we first learned pregnancy was a possibility.

  Now I’m anxious and want to know this second–which is impossible. “How long will it be before Avery and I will know if she’s pregnant?”

  “Chansey was a couple of months along when we confirmed her pregnancy but I’m certain she would have figured it out sooner had we known it was a possibility. You at least have that luxury.”

  Okay. So we wait and see if her cycle is late. If it is, she takes a pregnancy test and we’ll know.

  Chapter Eight

  I’m walking the hall toward Avery’s bedroom and I can feel each step closing the gap between us. Her scent becomes stronger. Her presence within me is more pronounced. She’s anxious–so much so that it’s almost overwhelming–but I don’t have to guess why. She’s dying to know the verdict–if she’s my agápe or not.

  Before I’m able to knock, she opens her bedroom door. We beam at one another and don’t exchange a single word but she knows the truth simply by feeling my overwhelming happiness.

  She is my agápe and I am her intended.

  She steps closer and places one of her hands against my face. I close my eyes and lean into her palm. I crave her warm touch–because it soothes me–and she strokes her thumb over my cheekbone. I place my hand on top of hers and press it against my cool skin. “Hello, my agápe.”

  She breathes a sigh of relief with my confirmation. I know that’s what it is because I feel her rapid decline of anxiety. But it’s not completely gone. Can she sense the fear I have about a potential pregnancy? I’m trying to push my angst aside but I don’t have the hang of these shared emotions yet.

  I’m not upset about the possibility of a baby. I’m not even uneasy about the prospect of having one so soon. In fact, I’m quite happy about it but I’m afraid Avery won’t be. She’s young–even by human standards–and I’m not sure a baby is something she wants at this point in her life.

  She takes my hand and pulls me into her room before shutting the door. “I want you to show me all the ways I’m yours.”

  I place my index finger to her lips. “Shh.” I point to my ears and then in the direction of the others since she sometimes forgets about them when we’re behind closed doors.

  She nods, understanding my meaning. I lower my mouth and whisper softly in her ear. “My office.”

  She mouths the word, “Now?”

  I nod and she follows me out of her bedroom toward the only soundproof quarters available to us. I know she had something more romantic in mind to celebrate our news but she and I have to discuss our relationship before we can explore the other ways we belong to each other.

  Her heart is pounding when I close the door. Sh
e’s terrified. “Something’s wrong.”

  I want to put her at ease. “Nothing’s wrong but we need to talk about something I don’t want the others to overhear.”

  “Okay.”

  There’s only one place to start. The beginning. “We unknowingly completed our agápe bond this morning.”

  She’s filled with confusion. “What does that mean?”

  I’ll try to explain it the way I understand it. “I’ll no longer need to drink your blood for us to maintain an unbreakable connection. We’ll feel it all the time but it’ll be at its strongest when we make love.”

  She beams and slinks close to me. “Perfect … because I think I feel the need for some strong bonding right now.”

  As good as that sounds, I only want to proceed after I have informed consent from her. “I need to explain some other things to you.” She steps back so she can see my face. “My DNA has been dead since the night I was turned into a vampire but because you’re my agápe, you make me more human. More alive.”

  “I’ve never thought of you as dead.”

  That’s good to know since I’m about to drop this bomb on her. “Only life can bring forth life and you revive my dead cells so they may live again.”

  “You’ve always been very much alive to me.”

  I’m able to see that she doesn’t understand where I’m going with this so I need to back up. “It’s all part of the agápe phenomenon. We don’t understand the process but we know that agápe mates cause changes in vampires. We become more human. More alive. Sebastian and Ella weren’t together long. The changes he underwent weren’t near as radical as the ones Curry has experienced. We suspect that his profound changes are how Chansey was able to conceive. We haven’t tested the waters to know the degree of the change in me yet but we must consider the possibility that you could become pregnant.”

  I almost think I can hear a click in her mind when she comprehends what I’m saying. “This morning …” She clears her throat but only a whisper escapes. “I could be pregnant because of this morning?”

  Her emotions are all over the place. What is she thinking? “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

  I’m not really sure it would have mattered if I had. I don’t think I would have been able to stop because it felt as though something else was in control of me when we completed our bond.

  “I’m not sorry.” She steps closer and slides her arms around my shoulders. “Not even a little. I love you and nothing would make me happier than having your baby.”

  We’ve never discussed such things. We had no reason to so I couldn’t guess where her head would be but I’m pleasantly surprised by her reaction. “I was scared you might be upset. Or angry. ”

  She comes up on her tiptoes and presses a kiss against the side of my neck. “Angry? Why would you think that?”

  She pushes her fingers through my hair and I almost forget what we’re discussing. “Doesn’t matter–not if you’re happy about it.”

  She lowers herself from her tiptoes and presses a second kiss against my collarbone. “I am. But you know what would also make me very happy?”

  All she has to do is tell me and I’ll get it for her. “You only have to ask.”

  A mischievous grins spreads across her face. “I want us to have a place we are free to do what we want without the fear of being overheard. I think we need a soundproof bedroom. Because I have a lot of naughty things I want to do to you.”

  I like the way this girl thinks. “Done. I’ll have someone here in the morning and we’ll put a plan into action immediately.”

  “We are in desperate need of privacy.” She’s rubbing her hands over my chest. “How long will it be before we know?”

  Longer than I want. “I don’t know. I think they can have it ready in about a month. Maybe six weeks if he uses his entire crew.” I’m willing to pay for an army of construction workers to get this done as soon as possible.

  “Four to six weeks sounds great on the bedroom but I meant how long will it be until we know if I’m pregnant?”

  Oh. “I think Chansey was a little bit over two months when she saw Dr. Knight the first time.”

  “But she was in the middle of following Jenn’s transition. I’m sure she didn’t pick up on her missed period because she was preoccupied but I’ll know if I’m a day late. I’m very regular.”

  She’d been very regular since I’d known her. “You should start your menstrual cycle in thirteen days.”

  I don’t have to see her blush to know I’ve embarrassed her. “How do you know that?”

  If I couldn’t smell a drop of blood, I’d have known by her irritable mood. “I’ve been living with you for months. You’re a fertile human woman that bleeds every month. I’m a vampire that can smell a single drop of blood from a hundred yards. I think you can put it together.”

  Her cheeks redden more. “That’s just humiliating. And gross.”

  “I know your body inside and out–even better than you know it yourself.” Now I’m gonna rock her world with the information I tell her next. “I’m even able to sense your ovulation cycle by the way you smell.”

  She steps back and assesses me, the blush still present on her face. Or maybe it’s a flush. “Pray tell, Mister Alexander. How do I smell when I’m ovulating?”

  “Sexy. And horny.” Now it’s me pressing my lips against the side of her neck. “A lot like you smell right now.”

  Her mouth is next to my ear. “And did I smell fertile this morning?”

  Oh, did she ever. “You smelled especially fertile this morning–much more so than usual.”

  “Ohh,” she whispers as I move my mouth down her neck.

  “When we’re like this, your agápe scent is the only smell I can detect. It’s a pheromone that overpowers everything else.” I lift her to sit on my desk and I step between her legs.

  Her hands are allover me at once. “And it makes you want me?”

  Want is an understatement. “Like crazy. You can’t possibly imagine how bad.”

  She’s grinning as she nips my bottom lip. “I bet I can.”

  Chapter Nine

  We emerge from my office so we can make our formal announcement to the family but the looks on their faces when we enter the living room tell me they already suspect. Or know. I’m sure they can tell that we just had sex. Her scent is all over me and vice versa. No way I’m telling Avery that. She’d die of mortification if she knew they smelled the mix of our body fluids.

  The family is at full attention without our request. I take Avery’s hand in mine and squeeze it. I’m nervous but one stroke of her thumb gives me that little extra boost of confidence. It’s amazing how she’s always able to give me exactly what I need. “Avery and I have an announcement.”

  “I believe you do.” Thatcher is studying us and paying close attention to the way I’m holding Avery’s hand. “Do tell, brother. I can tell this is gonna be good and I’m dying of suspense.”

  “This may come as quite a surprise to everyone.” I stop and look into her golden brown eyes before I finish and I see all the reassurance I need staring back at me. “Avery is my agápe.”

  Lairah is the first to react to our news. “But neither of you can stand to be in the same room.”

  Avery is quick to correct her. “I’m sure it has appeared that way but it’s actually the opposite. We can’t stand to be apart.”

  “Obviously since we can smell what you’ve been doing.” Avery jerks her head around to look at her sister. Jenn’s words are intended to wound and humiliate her but why? Perhaps she’s angry that Avery didn’t confide in her but that’s no way to treat her sister. I’m about to fire back when I feel her squeeze my hand. Her eyes tell me everything her mouth doesn’t. Please don’t. I give her a quick nod letting her know I understand, even if I don’t agree. I’m sure Avery would like to address Jenn in private and I’ll give her that courtesy.

  Lairah is still wearing a confused expression. “I don’t understand.
You’ve acted like you hate each other for months. It’s been uncomfortable as hell living with the two of you under the same roof and now you’re telling us you’re mates? Are you sure? It doesn’t seem likely.”

  Avery leans into my side. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”

  “Shouldn’t you have known when you met her?” Gia doesn’t seem convinced.

  Curry and Sebastian allow us to answer the family’s questions without interference. “The circumstances weren’t ideal when we met. She was a blood jewel and I drank from her. I thought everything I was feeling stemmed from the side effects of her blood. I had no idea what was actually happening. I spent months fighting my feelings for her because I thought she hated me. I never imagined the physical responses I sensed from her were really her body’s reaction to her love for me.

  “It’s as much a shock to us as it is to all of you.” Avery’s trying to smooth this over with her sister.

  “I somehow doubt that.” Jenn is sitting on the couch, arms crossed. She’s unhappy about our announcement but I don’t understand why unless she doesn’t want Avery mixed up with a vampire.

  “I didn’t know, Jenn. Really.” Avery’s voice is pleading.

  “Yeah, right.” Jenn’s words are saturated with sarcasm before she streaks from the room toward the hallway to her bedroom.

  I shrug and look at Avery for some kind of clue about what’s going on with Jenn. “I’m lost. What was that all about?”

  Avery closes her eyes and sighs. “She’s going to hate me for this.”

  I wish I could get a reading on the things running through her mind but it’s racing a mile a minute. “Hate you for what?”

  She releases my hand and my skin instantly misses her touch. “I need to talk to my sister. I have to try to make her understand.”

  I’m left standing dumbfounded–without my agápe–in front of everyone so I grab a seat on the sofa next to Lairah. “Does anyone have a clue what’s going on with Jenn or why she’s so angry with Avery?”

  Lairah punches me in the arm with her fist. “Seriously? You don’t have any idea? You’re even stupider than I thought.”