Not enough, he shot back. His lips settled on her collarbone and sucked. Lower still. He licked a nipple, finally making good on his promise to kiss her there, and she moaned. His other hand moved to her neglected breast and massaged. I dont think a shield of armor would protect me from your appeal.
Such a sweet admission.
We should slow down.
What? No! Speed up. She twisted his ear, earning a growl.
Again he sucked on her other nipple, and the sting made her gaspthen she moaned as he licked where hed nibbled. She arched into him, rubbing just the way she liked.
Im going to get you all wet.
And thats a bad thing? he asked.
Bad thing, bad thing. The words were an echo in her brain, and she remembered how shed tried to lick his penis the last time theyd kissed like this, but he hadnt let her. Had thought her too pure.
She dropped her legs, feet hitting soft carpet.
He frowned. What are you
She sank to her knees, tugging at his pants until his shaft broke free. Thick, long, so magnificently hard.
Olivia A moan, as if she tortured him. You shouldnt.
Her mouth watered as she pressed her cheek into the satin-smooth flesh. Hot, imprinting. His fingers tangled in her hair. She pulled back only slightly, opened wide, then sucked him in. His girth stretched her jaw, an uncomfortable fit, but the salty-sweet taste of him thrilled her.
I was wrong. You should, he croaked out. You really should.
Up and down she rode him with her mouth, hands playing with his heavy sac. She enjoyed him, enjoyed doing this, destroying his reluctance, spurring him into enthusiastic abandon. But he didnt let her take him all the way. All too soon, he gripped her shoulders and yanked her up.
No more. Sweat glistened on his face as he swung her around and crowded her against the wall. Without a word, he next dropped to his knees. His strong hands parted her legs, and then he was there, licking at her, sucking on her, devouring her.
She needed an anchor, but couldnt find one as her hands clawed up and down the wall behind her. As her head thrashed from side to side. As her hair tickled her back. Everything was a stimulant. And she was closeso closejust needed
He stormed to his feet, panting, lapping at the moisture shed left on his face, eyes at half-mast, liquid. Want to take youcant take youtaste so goodneed morecant have more
More. Yes. Aeron.
He shook his head, all hint of his resistance fadingonly to be replaced by determination. He reached between their bodies and stroked his erection. The other hand gripped her waist. Cantcanthave to remember
What? Remember what? Are you going toare we going to Please, please, please.
Cant. He stilled. Their raspy pants were the only sound in the room, tangling together wildly, just as she wanted to be with him. Cant. Were going to Another growl. He tore his hand away from her to scrub down his face. As that hand descended, revealing his features, she saw the change in them. From determined to enraged. Most humans have to walk around unfulfilled. If you want to be a human, you should know how that feels.
Unfulfilled? Shed rather die. Teach me next time. Please, Aeron. Too badly did she need him now. Please. She arched her hips, back and forth, this time fitting her moist core against the hot steel of his freed shaft, a shaft shed tasted. Down she slid, up, down again. Oh, Deity. The pleasureincomparable. Searing, thrillingforbidden.
Must have been the same for him because once more he shot into action. He cupped her bottom and slammed her into that shaft. Over and over, again and again. Not once did he penetrate her, but that didnt matter to her weeping body. What he was doing was too good, electrifying, and soon they were both groaning, panting more heavily, trembling.
Even their kiss spun out of control, their tongues dueling, rolling together, their teeth banging, scraping. Her nails clawed at him, at his hidden wingstoo wild? Gideon had said that Aeron needed a wild woman, but this might be too much, too fast for her warrior and she didnt want him pulling away.
Though it nearly cost her the last remnants of her sanity, Olivia tempered her touch, easing her nails out of his back, away from those sensitive slits.
What are you doing? he snapped.
Enjoying you, she replied. Or I was, until you opened your mouth.
He frowned, pulled his face away from hers so that he could peer into her eyes. Well, start enjoying again.
Id love to. She bit her bottom lip and arched into him. But I want your penis inside me first.
A strangling sound left him.
Again she arched. The tip of his shaft rubbed her clitoris, and she gasped. He hissed. So good. Soooo good. Her head fell back, and her wet hair swung, once more tickling her skin. So close, she thought. So close to that pinnacle of pleasure hed propelled her to the last time theyd kissed like this. The pinnacle that would ease the pressure still building inside her, still torturing her.
Aeron, Aeron. Just a little more, she rasped, and I can
No. No! He released her, suddenly and without warning, and she fell off him. She hit the ground and lost her breath. That didnt dull her passion. Or ease her aches. Cant.
He wiped his shaky hand over his mouth, as if washing away the taste of her, briefly hiding the lines of tension banked there. Then he was refastening his pants with trembling fingers.
No climaxing, he said in that harsh tone she so despised. Angry, rather than desire-filled.
II dont understand.
His narrowing gaze settled on her, his expression like granite. I told you. Humans often experience unrequited yearnings. You want to be a human so badly, you can endure them, as well. Now get dressed. Like I also told you, we have somewhere to be.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
STRIDER HIT THE GROUND as a bullet whizzed past his shoulder.
Sorry, Gwen muttered with a grimace. Her red hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her silver-gold eyes were gleaming. Im having trouble channeling my dark side her Harpy so I thought Id better carry a gun.
A gun that shed never worked with before. A Dead Hunter special hed augmented himself.
Damn, thatd been close. Nearly taken out by friendly fire. And then things really would have gotten bad. Even though she wouldnt have meant to hit him, his demon would have seen it as a challenge. Gwen would have won, and he wouldve been writhing on the ground for days, lost to the agony.
As hed lost a challenge a few weeks ago to Huntersbecause Gwen and Sabin had let her father escape, something he was still trying to forgive them forthe consequences of failure were vivid in his mind, and he wasnt eager to repeat the experience.
Just take your finger off the trigger, he told her. We dont know where the Hunters ran off to and hid, and they dont know where we are. Gunshots could give away our location.
Done.
Shaking his head, Strider straightened. Glanced around. Lush, thick trees surrounded him and most of the others whod been at the temple with himand who, like him, had been whisked towherever the hell they were. Close to water, like before, that much he knew. He could hear the lull of the sea a few yards away, and golden sand sparkled at his feet and clung to his skin.
Amun and Maddox were currently scouting for signs of the enemy.
Evidently the Unspoken Ones idea of a gift had been to whisk them and sixteen armed Hunters to a mysterious location. Theyd all been here twenty-four hours, had endured one full-on shoot-out, one scramble to safety to figure things out, and now this. Waiting. Searching. It was like the boxing matches Strider liked to watch on TV: the Lords in one corner, the Hunters in the other. So when was the freaking starting bell going to ring?
Soon, if he had his way.
His phone beeped, drawing his attention and signaling success. In one area at least.
Yes! he said, punching a tree trunk in excitement. My text finally went through to Lucien. Hed been trying to contact his friends in Buda for most of the twenty-four hours with no luck. Either the powerful creatures had refused to let him make contact or cell towers were few and far between out here. His money was on the creatures. He needed Lucien to flash them more weapons and ammo. No way theyd leave this place until every Hunter was captured. Or dead. He wasnt picky.
Now that the text had gone through, communication lines open, did that mean the Unspoken Ones were taking their hands out of the battle?
Only a few seconds later, his phone beeped again. He raised the screen to read Luciens reply. Tried to flash to you. Somethings blocking me.
Damn. Hands still in, just not as restricting.
He relayed the bad news to the others, scattered around him, and they groaned.
Well be fine, Sabin said. If nothing else, Gwen can rip through them like a knife through silk.
Strider knew the statement wasnt a besotted husbands exaggerated boast, but the truth. When her dark side overtook her, Gwen could immobilize an immortal army on her own. Humans would be childs play.
Only if my Harpy decides to show, she grumbled. Wait. No only about it. She will. Ill make her. When it came to Sabin, shed do anything to protect him. A fact everyone in this little camp knew intimately, having been shredded by her Harpys claws a time or two during training.
Dont worry, he typed, returning his attention to the phone. Weve got this.
Good news is, Galens here in Buda and not among the group.
Surprising, since hed seen Galen in that vision. You guys good to go?
Well be fine. But I should warn you, that bastard somehow got his hands on the Cloak. He could be in the fortress, and wed never know it.
Shit! This just got worse and worse. Galen had an artifact, and a powerful one at that. Soon as this was over, Strider would do whatever was necessary to steal it. Meanwhile, it was his turn to drop a bombshell. Looks like Hopes been a busy boy. I should warn YOU that Galen managed to merge the demon of Distrust with one of his soldiers. A female. We think hell be out for blood now.
At first, Lucien didnt reply. Was probably battling shock as Strider and the others had. Distrust, the only thing left of Baden, was now in enemy hands.
Did Galen even need Pandoras box anymore? he wondered now. With the box, he could gather all the demons at once, without having to search for them later. So yeah, probably.
Finally, a new text came in. This is bad. Really bad. And I think its only going to get worse. Aerons called a meeting. Found something out. More from me when I know what that something is. Meanwhile, be careful.
You, too.
A twig snapped. Everyone stiffened, half immediately pointing their weapons in the direction of the noise and half aiming in the opposite direction, just in case. Amun and Maddox strode through the bush, and everyone relaxed. Amun was dragging a man, a human, behind him. Expression grim, he tossed the motionless body in the center of the camp.
As Maddox tied the man up, Amun signed what theyd learned.
Strider had always admired Amuns ability to absorb memories. Sure, it left him with a new voice in his head each time he did so, but that seemed like a small price to pay for knowing the thoughts of everyone around you. As hed just taken a new crop of memories, though, Strider knew it would be a long time before he heard his friend speak again.
Hunters set up camp about a mile north of us, and this guy was on guard duty. Their plan is to wait for us to attack them on their turf, where they can more easily injure us while remaining barricaded themselves, Sabin said, interpreting. Then he laughed without humor. We all saw Distrust merge with that female. They wont just try to injure us. Theyll be out for our heads.
Gets better, Strider said, pocketing his phone. Galens back in Buda, and he has the Cloak of Invisibility.
For several prolonged seconds, silence dominated their circle. Then he felt the vibrations of their anger as they considered the consequences. Then he heard their muttered curses.
Obviously we cant stay here much longer, but just as obviously, we cant let these men go. Maddox can lead us to their camp, and well fight them on their turf just like they wanted. Sabin stood, hands clenched into fists. Only, they wont like the results. We show no mercy. Take no prisoners.
Amid murmurs of agreement, Strider and the others pushed to their feet. Knives were palmed by Kane and Reyes. Guns were clutched by Gwen and himself. No, no, no. He crossed the small distance to stand in front of her and plucked the modified Sig Sauer from her fingers.
Ill take that, he said.
Fine. She smiled sheepishly, then waved her clawed fingertips. Ill do better without it, anyway.
We all will.
Sabin hugged her tight. Ill help you summon your Harpy after Maddox gives us some direction. Maddox?
Maddox walked to the center of the group and knelt in the sand. He drew a misshapen circle. Were on another island. Were here, and theyre here. His fingertip danced through the golden grains. The Unspoken Ones must have given them extra fortifications, because I found steel traps here, here and here.
Amun signed.
Again, Sabin translated for Maddox and Reyes, who hadnt spent the last few thousand years with the silent warrior. Sleepy there, he said, pointing to the motionless Hunter, was patrolling the perimeter of their camp with three others.
If we split up, we can surround them and close in, a different warrior taking out each of the remaining guards while giving the others no room to run and hide. Strider would love nothing more than to pick them off himself, one by one, but there wasnt time.
Excellent, Sabin said with a nod. He outlined who was to go where. I dont care if you have to scoot on your stomach. Dont let them see you. Theyre expecting us, as Sabin said, so the greater a surprise we manage to be, the better our chances of success. And once you spy their camp, dont move until you hear my signal. I want to let my demon at them before we attack. Doubt could turn even the bravest of warriors into thumb-sucking babies. Move as swiftly as you can. Lets reach them before they realize weve already eliminated one of their own. If they havent already.
Grinning, Strider saluted and was off. For the most part, he loved this part of his life. Loved the challenge of battle, loved the rush of victory. Adrenaline always pumped through his veins, driving him faster, making him stronger. Like now. He dodged tree limbs and jumped over stones, all the while merging with the shadows.
Need a triumph, his demon whined.
Some Lords could hear their demons clearly; some simply felt their other halfs desires. Strider only heard his before and after a battle. Perhaps that was because that was when Defeat was the strongestand the most worried.
Ill get you one. Promise.
Sure?
What are you, Doubt? Yeah, Im sure.
Every so often, the sun would peek through the canopy of treetops and spill onto the ground like a spotlight. Out of habit, he spun until he once again met with shadows. Sadly, he wasnt one of the ones to run into a guard. Finally, though, he reached his destination and slowed. He was careful to avoid anything that might crunch beneath his boots. Then, hearing the murmur of unfamiliar voices, he lay down as ordered and inched his way to a bush bordering the Hunter camp.
All he saw was a wall of rocks, but there were gaps between several of those rocks, gun barrels peeking from them. Then he heard the whispers.
Rick hasnt returned yet.
Hes only five minutes late.
Maybe he got lost.
Please. The Lords of the Underworld are out there. Ricks already dead.
Yeah, youre right. I know you are. They have no morals, no conscience, so killing an innocent man wouldnt faze them. But damn, I really liked him.
Innocent? Please.
We shouldnt wait for them to come to us. We should attack them. Obviously weve got a god or two on our side. Our hideout appeared out of nowhere. Our guns and traps, too. Why else would we have been brought here with the Lords if not to finally destroy them?
Good question. These Hunters were supposed to be a gift, yet theyd been armed and sheltered. Or maybe the battle was the gift. Not to the Lords, but to the Unspoken Ones. Maybe they enjoyed watching bloodshed.
One man must have stood, because suddenly Strider could see the top of his head. Shut your fucking mouths, all of you. Were dealing with demons, the plague of our lives. We have to stay on alert.
Fanatics, Strider thought with disgust. They wanted someone to blame for their troubles. Understandable, he supposed, but wrong. Humans had free will. More often than not, that free will was the source of their troubles. They decided what they would eat, how much they would drink and who they would sleep with. They decided whether or not to do drugs or get in a car destined to crash.
What ifwhat if theyre too strong and we die out here?
They want revenge for what we did to Lies, I know it. Theyre going to cut off our hands like we cut off his.
Strider fought a grin. Doubt was doing his job. Any second now and Sabin would
Sabins whistle echoed.
Ding, ding. And there it was at last, the starting bell. Strider popped to his feet, the muzzles of both his guns outstretched. He aimed both at those gaps between the rocks and squeezed the triggers simultaneously. Pop, pop.
Screams erupted.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Reyes dart from behind a tree trunk, sprint forward and climb the wall, tossing a knife along the way. There was another scream. Maddox sprinted forward as well, jumping over the wall with a single leap, gunfire ringing out. Only, Maddox hadnt carried a gun, Strider realized, stomach tightening. He was the target, using his body as a distraction.
Sabin quickly joined him and Kane attempted to do the sameuntil a bullet somehow ricocheted off a rock and embedded in his shoulder. Figured. Kane cursed loud and long as Strider rounded the wall, disabling as many guns as he could through the holes.
Then a gust of lemon-scented wind ruffled Striders hair, and he stilled. Gwen, he thought. And sure enough, he spotted the blur of her hair as she darted up the wall and fell inside the circle. Sabin had clearly made good on his promise. Strider followed on her heels, remaining on the edge of the highest ledge, weapon trained, just in case.
He neednt have bothered. The Harpy squawked, claws raking, sharpened teeth chomping. Men screamed and collapsed. A few tried to run, to scramble over the rocks. They didnt get far. As fast as the tiny wings on her back allowed her to move, she easily caught them and snapped their necks.
And just like that, the enemy was conquered.
Yes. Yes! Defeat sang inside his head.
Too easy, he thought. He hadnt even worked up a sweat. Not that he was complaining. Much. The harder the victory was to achieve, the better the rush afterward. Occasionally, if the victory was sweet enough, his demon writhed in pleasure for days. Hot damn, that was better than sex. Better than anything, really. Hed only experienced such a thing twice, but he craved the next time like a drug.
Reyes and Maddox were bleeding profusely as they meandered through the masses, kicking away weapons. A few feet away, outside the enclosure, Strider heard the crunch of rocks and the snap of a twig. He turned, gun moving with him. He relaxed when he saw Kane settle against a tree trunk, trying to dig the bullet out of his shoulder. Disaster had had to mend himself from similar catastrophes a thousand times before, so he knew how to go about it.
Beside him was Amun, prone and writhing. The big guy must not ever have joined the fray. Hed clearly remained at the sidelines, the memories hed stolen from that Hunter already overtaking him, demanding his attention.
Gwen, Sabin called.
Once again, Striders attention veered. A panting Gwen was pressed against the rocks. Blood coated her face and hands. All of the warriors had stepped away from her. All but Sabin. He was the only one capable of calming her down when her dark side overtook her.
As Sabin approached her, Strider joined the others in weaving through the fallen humans. Most were lifeless, silent. A few were moaning. He quickly aimed and fired, ending their misery. Except for one. That one, he crouched beside. There was something about the manNo, kid. Something about the kid that caused him to pause. And with the pause, reluctant compassion sparked to life.
That kid looked up at him through glazed eyes, realized who he was and scowled. Bastard, he spat, blood spraying from his mouth. Dont think this is the end. Ill rise from the grave if necessary. Ill end you.
Such hatred seemed wrong in someone so young. The boy could be no more than twenty years old and had dark hair and eyes, reminding him of Reyes when theyd lived in the heavens. There were cuts all over his face and holes in his left shoulder and stomach, both of which were gushing blood. Theyd decided to kill these Hunters, decided not to take any prisoners, but Strider suddenly found himself regretting that choice.
Which made no sense. If the kid had been able, he would have gutted Strider without hesitation. Still. His strength in the face of defeat was humbling.
With a sigh, Strider removed his T-shirt, ripped the fabric into two pieces and used the first to bind the kids shoulder.
What the hell are you doing? he ground out.
Saving your life.
When you just tried to end it? No. Hell, no. I dont want to be saved by a demon. He tried to scoot away, but was too weak and shaky to get more than a few inches.
Too bad. Strider used the other strip to apply pressure to his stomach. I never give Hunters what they want.
There was a tense pause. Then a weak, This wont change anything.
Good. I didnt want you to get the wrong idea.
Finally the kid gave up and just lay there as Strider bandaged him. Which was a good thing. The demon had begun to view their interaction as a challenge. So whatd we do to you to earn your eternal hate?
Eyelids that had been drifting closed snapped open. As if you dont know, was the snarled reply.
Strider rolled his eyes. Whatever, dude. Just so you know, we cant be everywhere at once, and we have enough trouble with our own lives. Theres no way we could have done whatever it is you think weve done to those you love.
My name isnt dude, asshole.
Nice of him to ignore everything else Strider had said. Well, I thought it was better than calling you Holes.
Go to hell.
Been there, done that.
The kid ran his tongue over his teeth. Fine. You want to know the name of the man who will one day destroy you? Its Dominic. My name is Dominic.
Actually, I dont recall asking what your name is. I dont really care, Strider said, and it was true. Now that Ive saved your sorry ass, you can deliver a message for me. Tell Galen we know about the girl. The demon-possessed girl, if you need more clarification.
Already pale, Dominic became chalk-white. I dont knowwhat youre talkingabout. Blood loss had him gasping.
Yeah. Right.
Multiple shadows suddenly fell over the prone human, and Strider glanced up. Most of the others had closed in and were surrounding them. Not a single one complained about his disobedience. Compassion clouded their features the same way it must have clouded his.
He returned his attention to the boy. And do yourself a favor, he said, finishing the patch job. When you get back to wherever your hidey-hole is, take a good long look at your leader. I know those wings of his make it seem like hes the angel he claims to be. But guess what? Hes just like usdemon-possessed. Only his demon happens to be Hope. Why do you think you feel so optimistic about the future every time youre in his presence? Why do you think you experience crushing disappointment every time you leave him? Thats what he does, you know? The source of his strength. Building people up and tearing them down.
No. Nowrong Dominics eyelids drifted closed. This time, they didnt open. There were lines of strain and pain branching from his eyes and mouth now, and hollows were already forming in his cheeks. He needed a transfusion, but with no medical supplies here, such a thing was impossible.
Text Lucien and tell him to try flashing here again, wherever here is. Striders hand clenched. He didnt want this jerk to die. Not after all his hard work.
There was a shuffle of clothing as Gwen did as hed asked. A few seconds later, she said, Yes! He made it. Hes at the temple and is going to follow our spiritual threads to reach us.
Lucien had been all over the world and could flash anywhere he desired. But he didnt know offhand exactly where someone he was tracking went. He had to follow the trails of energy they left behind in the spiritual plane.
Strider cupped the humans jaw and shook. Open your eyes, Dominic.
A moment passed. Nothing. He shook again. Dominic moaned.
Open. Your. Eyes. He made sure to inject enough fury and menace into his tone to wake even the dead. Dominic had threatened to rise from the grave. No time like the present to prove he meant it.
The kids eyelids finally cracked open. What dyou want? was the groggy reply. His breathing was more labored, coming in short bursts.
Soon as he gets here, one of our men will be taking you to a hospital. Youre going to live. And youre going to deliver that message I gave you. Oh, yeah. You want to know the name of the guy who just saved you? Its Strider. Id also consider it a personal favor if you let Galen know Im coming for him. And like Galen, Strider wouldnt show any mercy. Galen had made a mistake pairing Distrust with one of his soldiers, because now, Strider could kill Galen. And he could bind Hope with someone of his choosing.
Defeat laughed with glee. Game on.
Yes, Strider thought grimly. Game on.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
AERON SOARED THROUGH THE AIR, Olivia clutched in his arms. She had her own arms splayed, the wind whipping her hair in every direction. Every few seconds, she would sigh breathily and he would imagine her smiling. She had to miss flying.
Having fun? he couldnt help but ask.
She didnt reply.
Shed been silent since leaving Gillys apartment. Clearly, she was irritated with him. Hed left her needy, after all, taking her to the edge of pleasure and then stopping before she could fall. But then, he was a fool. Why else would he have promised to show her the harsh realities of his life? Sooner rather than later? Something he couldnt do if he pleasured her every time she smiled at him. And sweetly begged him. And touched him.
Damned fool.
Her anger upset him, he would be lying if he said otherwise, but encouraging it was best. For both of them. When she surrendered, Legion would be able to return. Lysander would ensure Aeron and Legion were pardonedor try to. Aeron hadnt missed the implication. Still. It would have been nice to have Olivia No. No. Nothing else mattered. Not Olivia, and not building some kind of life with her.
The thought alone was paradoxical. If she stayed, he would have no life. Only a handful of days.
Suddenly he could hear His brow furrowed in confusion. Was Wrathwhimpering? He listened more intently. Dear gods, the demon was. Because they couldnt have Olivia?
They were both fools, then.
When they reached the fortress, he landed on the front steps and set her on her feet, the main door looming just ahead. No way hed fly her through his bedroom again. Obviously, he couldnt have a bed and Olivia in the same vicinity without losing all common sense.
Come on. He grabbed her hand and dragged her into the foyer. Once again, she was wearing her long white robe. A robe that bagged on her, hiding all those sinful curves. Hed flown to the fortress and retrieved the garment before flying back to her and bringing her here. A round trip that had been necessary for his own survival.
The woman was danger incarnate. When shed stepped from that shower, damp and naked and clearly eager for him, hed nearly died of pleasure, right then, right there. And the only thing he would have been sorry about had he died was that he wouldnt be able to see her like that again.
Her breasts were small but firm and her nipples that luscious plum. Her skin was like a fluffy cloud mixed with cream and sprinkled with ambrosia. And all that chocolate hair curling to her waistbetter for me to fist it, he thought.