Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [561]
They were extraordinary. The irises were so white they were clear, as liquid and fathomless as a pool of colorless water. Or, rather, a mirror, he amended, looking deeper into them because he couldn’t help it, drawn closer by the startling, unusual beauty of her gaze.
He didn’t know how long he stared—couldn’t have been more than a couple seconds at most—but now her pupils were getting smaller, shrinking down to tiny pinpricks of black within the endless circle of silvery white. The color shimmered, rippling as though a breeze had skated across the tranquil surface. Incredible. He’d never seen anything like it. He peered deeper, unable to resist the strange play of light in her eyes.
When it cleared, Nikolai saw himself reflected there.
He saw himself and someone else… a woman. They were naked, bodies pressed together, sheened with sweat. He was kissing her heatedly, burying his hands in the dark glossy strands of her hair. Pushing her down beneath him as he thrust deep inside her. He saw himself baring his fangs, lowering his head and placing his mouth to the tender curve of her neck.
Tasting the sweetness of her blood as he pierced her skin and vein and began to drink—
“Holy hell,” he ground out, tearing his gaze away from the startling, all-too-real reflection. His voice was rough, his tongue thick behind the sudden emergence of his fangs. His heart was racing, and farther down, his cock had gone stiff as stone. “What just happened?”
Everyone was staring at him except for Renata, who seemed more concerned with helping Mira replace her veil. She whispered something in the girl’s ear, soothing words, by the soft tone of them. Sergei Yakut’s low, rumbling chuckle was echoed by a few amused chortles from the other men.
“What did she just do to me?” Niko demanded, not the least bit entertained. “What the fuck was that?”
Yakut leaned back in his chair and grinned like a tsar making a public joke of one of his subjects. “Tell me what you saw.”
“Myself,” Nikolai blurted, still trying to make sense of it. The vision was so real. As if all of it were truly happening just then, not the mirage it had to be. God knew his body was convinced it was real.
“What else did you see?” Yakut asked blithely. “Tell me, please.”
Fuck that. Niko mutely shook his head. He’d be damned if he was going to lay the whole salacious thing out for everyone in the room. “I saw myself… some vision of myself, reflected in the girl’s eyes.”
“What you saw was a glimpse of your future,” Yakut informed him. He motioned for the girl to come to his side, where he wrapped his arm around her thin shoulders and pulled her close, like a prized possession. “One look into Mira’s eyes and you see a vision of events in your life that are destined to come.”
It didn’t take much to conjure the image back into his head. Oh, hell no, not much at all. That picture was as good as permanently burned into his memory and all of his senses. Nikolai willed his thrumming pulse to calm. Called his raging hard-on to heel.
“What did Mira show your attacker last week?” he asked, desperate to turn the attention away from himself now.
Yakut shrugged. “Only he can know. The girl has no knowledge of what her eyes reflect.”
Thank God for that. Niko hated to think of the education she might have just gotten otherwise.
“Whatever the bastard saw,” Yakut added, “it was enough to make him hesitate and give me a chance to escape the death he came to deliver.” The Gen One smirked. “The future can be startling, especially when you are not expecting it, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Nikolai murmured. “I suppose it can be.”
He’d just gotten a decent dose of that knowledge firsthand.
Because the woman who’d been wrapped around him, naked and writhing so passionately in his arms? It was none other than cold, beautiful Renata.
CHAPTER
Five
Those carnal, all-too-real images dogged Nikolai for the next couple of moonlit hours as he prowled the forested grounds of the lodge, looking for any evidence that might remain from the aborted attack on Sergei Yakut.