Shed loved this man with an intensity that had left her blind to the danger, to anything but keeping him in her arms. It was that love for him, the insanity of their being together, that had brought such destruction. Such death. Such catastrophic joy.
He watched her, his pale eyes burning with a cold, carnal light as he plotted her seduction. Im going to fuck this body of yours, hed said. A chill danced over her skin, a fear that hed see her bracelet. Because she was all too afraid he knew about red moonstones, that they kept an Ilina from turning to mist. If Kougar saw her cuff, hed be furious.
Which meant she had to make certain he was too focused on getting inside her to notice anything else. Her true goal was to get him to free her hands. And the moment he did? Shed call on the transport magic woven into that cuff and be gone.
He reached for her, his fingertips trailing down her neck, sliding slowly, sensuously with a gentleness she knew he didnt feel. But the memory of how hed once touched her in just this way, with aching tenderness, sparked a longing inside her for those lost days. The feel of his warm fingers on her skin sent tremors of desire vibrating down into her body.
Hed always given her such pleasure. She needed that again. The mere thought of his thick erection sliding inside her had her body melting, wanting. Five minutes in his company, and all she could think of was taking him inside her again.
But not like this, not for the reason he intended. Always in the past, as shed climaxed around his swollen shaft, as hed pumped his seed inside her, shed turned to mist. It had been glorious for them both, a true melding of body and spirit.
Thats all he wanted from her, now. To force her to turn to mist. He had no feelings for her anymore. Goddess, he thought she was soulless. He hated her.
And hed hate her even more when he realized she would never save his friends.
Watching her with those pale eyes, he dipped his head, his mouth replacing his hand, his warm lips caressing her sensitive neck, his soft beard tickling her skin. She shivered, the need growing. As if he sensed her weakening, he grasped her waist, his hands sliding beneath her shirt, his fingers cool against the heat of her skin.
She inhaled deeply, arching at the delicious touch of him. Goddess, she had to get control. Already, her breathing was turning shallow, her breasts aching for the feel of his hands. Or mouth.
Think, Ariana. Seduce him. Seduction came as easily as breathing to an Ilina. Pleasureher own and otherswas a necessary source of strength for a mist warrior. The challenge was to avoid falling into the seduction herself.
Let me see you. Her voice sounded husky even to her own ears. I want to see you, Kougar. At the thought of him removing his clothes, her body began to give off the mating scent few immortal males, and no human, could resist.
His eyes darkened. Her own quick glance below his waist told her his body was more than ready.
Behind her contacts, her eyes began to tingle in a way that told her theyd started to sparkle with sexual heatanother natural seduction she hadnt felt in far too long. Thered been no one in a millennium whom shed wanted to seduce. But her eyes would do little to attract him hidden, as they were, behind the contacts shed worn for years in the unlikely event she stumbled into the path of an immortal who might recognize her too-blue eyes for what they wereIlina eyes.
Release one of my hands, Kougar. My contacts are growing uncomfortable.
No. The word came out rough, little more than a growl. Leave them in. His own eyes had turned silver, his pupils dilated. His breaths were becoming as shallow as her own.
It was a game they both played, now. Maintain as much control as possible while seducing the other. It was a game he wouldnt win. But could she?
Let me see you, Kougar, she said huskily. Take off your shirt for me.
He ignored her, his mouth moving lower, to the flesh bared by the vee neck of her scrubs. His hands rose beneath her shirt, his fingers brushing against her abdomen, then sliding up and over her breasts to claim them. The feel of his hands on her, cupping her, squeezing her, had her arching into his touch and gasping with true pleasure.
He released her suddenly, and she made a sound of dismay before she could stop herself, then quieted, holding her breath when he reached behind her to unfasten her bra. A moment later, he pushed the lacy garment up and out of his way, covering her breasts, skin to skin, her sensitive nipples brushing the rough curve of his palms.
Her head tipped back at the achingly right feel of his touch. She reveled in the roughness of that touch, which revealed his own growing need. He dipped his head, pushing her shirt out of his way with an impatient tug, and sucked the fullness of one hungry breast deep into his mouth.
Ariana moaned, her hips rocking, her body hot and wet, burning to be filled by this man whose touch shed missed so desperately. Kougar . . .
Still suckling her breast, he grasped the waistband of her pants with hands as unsteady as the pounding of her heart and pushed them down over her hips. With a low growl, he released her breast, meeting her gaze with eyes like hot steel before he stepped back and turned his attention to her feet. With quick, efficient movements, he pulled off her shoes and socks, then yanked her pants down her legs and off.
She stood shaking before him, wanting what he was about to give even as her heart rebelled.
His breathing shallow and erratic, he rose and met her gaze again, a rich, carnal promise in his eyes. And a hard determination that told her that he was still firmly in control. Ripping that control from him was never going to happen. This was his game, his experimentto see if he could make her turn to mist.
And he was going to fail.
But oh how her body looked forward to the trial, even as her heart ached at the callousness of it. She longed to tell him the truththat shed never lost her soul. That she loved him still and always had.
But the truth was far too dangerous. All she could do was play this out and keep him safe, the wreckage of her heart a price she gladly paid.
The breaths tore into Kougars lungs, the oxygen barely reaching his brain as all the blood in his body pulsed and throbbed between his legs. He pressed his pelvis against hers, a hiss tearing between his teeth at the damp heat he swore he could feel even through the fabric of his pants. As if his cat had taken over, he found himself rubbing his cheek against her hair, marking her with his scent even as her own scent made his blood pound a deep, thunderous beat.
He was losing control.
Hed meant to excite Ariana to release, taking her with his fingers or his mouth, forcing her to turn to mist, proving to them both that she couldthat she was either a liar or, at the very least, mistaken. But the moment hed started to touch her, his need for herfor the woman she used to becrashed over him like a pent-up wave.
He had to get this over with to prove his point and secure her cooperation. Then hed be done with her once and for all. But his body wanted more. His cat growled at him to claim her completely, to make her his again as shed once been. And the soft feelings hed lived with for so long demanded that if this was the only time her body was to be his again, he savor every moment.
It was a mistake to give in, he knew that. The more he tasted her, the more he touched her, the more he remembered. And the deeper the pain corkscrewed into his heart that this wasnt the Ariana he wanted.
Nothing would bring his love back to him. Joining with her fully would only drive that fact home. But he could touch her. He could see her. And, dammit, he needed to see herthe queen, not the nurse. His glorious Ariana. One last time.
Drawing claws, he ripped her shirt down the middle, then her bra. Then he shredded the sweater and shirt from shoulders to wrists in one quick move that left her skin unscathed. As he reached her right wrist, his claws clinked against metal, a bracelet of some sort.
With a quick tug of destroyed fabrics, he bared her from the waist up.
Her breasts lifted on a gasp as she stood before him in nothing but a scrap of white lace panties and the silver bracelet winking at her wrist.
His chest contracted, his heart taking a hammerblow as he stared at the body of the woman hed loved for so long, this body hed once known every inch of, every freckle, every taste.
She was glorious. More beautiful even than he remembered, her breasts perfectly shaped, her waist small, her hips sweetly rounded, and her legs lithe and shapely. Hed loved touching her in bygone days. Loved trailing his lips and tongue over every inch of the skin now revealed to his hungry eyes. How he longed to kiss her shoulder, trailing his lips down her arm, over the curve of her elbow, all the way to her wrist. . .
He stilled as his gaze, which had been following his thoughts, snagged on that bracelet. A silver cuff set with . . . red moonstones.
Fury stirred as a growl rumbled in his chest.
Kougar, wait!
You bitch. Moonstones kept an Ilina from turning to mist. No wonder she was so certain he couldnt turn her. Shed have convinced him she couldnt help, then disappeared on him yet again. Leaving his friends to die.
He grabbed for the bracelet.
Kougar, dont!
With a single furious move, he unsnapped the manacle that bound her to the wall, pried open the offending bracelet, and tossed it across the room.
No! A desperate horror sliced through Arianas voice, her skin turning suddenly, deathly pale. The cuff. Her eyes clutched at him, wide and terrified. Ill tell you everything. Just give me the cuff!
Kougar stared at her, part of him wanting her to suffer as he was suffering. Another part of him, driven by the cat inside him, desperate to protect her from whatever was causing her such distress.
Even knowing what she was, the sight of her anguish was a blade twisting in his gut. With a frustrated burst of air, he went to retrieve the bracelet from the rug by the foot of the sofa.
Returning to her, he clasped it back around her wrist. At once, the tension left her on a shuddering sigh as she collapsed against the wall behind her, eyes closed. Its okay, its okay, its okay, she murmured, the litany, a desperate mantra.
He kept hold of her wrist, suspecting the bracelet held the transport magic shed used to escape him before, and he wasnt letting her go again. Not until he knew what the hell was going on.
Suddenly, she stiffened, her eyes flying open, eyes filled with shock and terror.
Ariana. Though one manacle kept her chained to the wall, he grabbed her as her knees gave way beneath her. Tell me.
Her gaze lifted to his, her eyes deep wells of horror. He knows. A tense quaking invaded her body.
Kougar felt like hed walked into the middle of a movie he knew nothing about. He lifted his hand, cupping her face, his thumb brushing her cheek. Who knows, Ariana?
I have to get to my maidens, Kougar. Theyre in danger. Her voice trembled, her eyes almost wild. You have to let me go!
Tell me whats going on.
She struggled against his hold, thrashing wildly. Let me go!
Inside, his cat yowled with distress. His gut knotted at the anguish in her eyes. But if he let her go now, he might lose his only chance to save Hawke and Tighe. He couldnt be certain where shed go. And if it wasnt the Crystal Realm, he wouldnt be able to follow.
He tightened his grip on her jaw, forcing her to look at him. A sheen of perspiration dampened her too-pale skin. Youre not going anywhere until you tell me whats going on, Ariana.
He waited as she struggled to pull herself together though her breaths remained ragged, and her lips pressed together with a faint tremble that told him she was close to tears. She blinked hard, pulled in a shuddering breath, and met his gaze.
Who knows? he prompted quietly.
A Mage. She tried to look away. The moonstones have kept him from finding me. Hell attack us.
Kougar frowned. I didnt think anyone knew you were alive. Those who knew the truth had a way of dying beneath Melisandes sword. Or being dragged back to the Crystal Realm to die there.
He didnt. Now he does.
Kougar stared at her, struggling to fill in the blanks. Since when did the Mage attack Ilinas?
Hes attacked you before? He stilled. When, Ariana?
She glanced at him, but couldnt hold his gaze. A hundred years ago.
Youre lying. Goose bumps erupted on his arms as understanding crashed over him. Not a hundred years ago, but a thousand. Am I right?
When she didnt answer, he squeezed her jaw harder. Am I right?
Yes! Yes, it was a thousand years ago. She met his gaze, truth and anguish in her eyes. He all but destroyed us. The moonstones were all thats kept us safe. I dont know why he couldnt sense me through them, but he couldnt. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. But now he knows.
Kougar reeled at the implications. It was never dark spirit that attacked you, but a Mage?
His breath lodged in his throat as his world flipped upside down, as Ariana rewrote thousand-year-old history in the space of seconds. Twenty-one years ago hed learned the Ilinas werent extinct. That Ariana still lived. Twenty-one years later, he was still reeling from that revelation. But this rocked him even more. Because if Ariana hadnt been attacked by dark spirit . . . she wasnt soulless. The woman hed loved still lived.
His hands began to shake.
Why didnt you tell me?
Her lashes swept down, tears running down her cheeks. Kougar . . . it was a long time ago.
Why didnt you tell me?
Because I should never have mated with you in the first place! Brown eyes snapped open, desperation and anger in their depths. If Id never taken you to mate, the Mage would have had no reason to attack us. Nearly two-thirds of my maidens died, Kougar. She shook her head, a bleakness in her eyes that mirrored that rushing through his heart. If he attacks again, all will die. Hell win.
His head pounded. Only one thing shone through the chaos, crystal clear. She wasnt soulless.
The hand holding her wrist spasmed. With his other, he gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Take off your contacts.
I need both hands.
And the moment he released her, shed try to escape.
Open your eyes wide.
She made a grunt of annoyance but didnt fight him as he released her jaw and plucked out the soft discs, one after the other, tossing them on the floor.
Look at me.
She lifted her gaze to his with a slow, thick sweep of dark lashes. Defiant eyes. Brilliant blue eyes hed drowned in once upon a time. And in those eyes, her soul, Arianas soul, shone brightly. His cat had known all along.
His chest caved as if beneath the swing of the sledgehammer. The woman hed loved wasnt gone at all. She never had been.
He should feel relief. Maybe even joy.
Instead, he couldnt breathe. Everything hed believed for a thousand years was a lie. That shed been infected by dark spirit and destroyed her race. That shed died. That shed loved him.
Shed wounded him physically. Emotionally. Intentionally. With a cruelty beyond comprehension. Then walked away.
He stared at her, at the stranger hed loved, his mind trying to rewrite those two short years theyd been together.
His cat growled at him, but he ignored the beast. Yes, hed been right. This Ariana was the woman hed mated all those years ago. But shed never been the woman he thought she was. That woman would never have ripped his heart out of his chest and walked away, leaving him injured by a severed mating bond, leaving him to grieve for a millennium. The woman hed thought she was would never have been so cruel.
Raw anger sparked into flame.
She lifted her free hand, reaching for her bound wrist. She meant to escape him.
He grabbed her, fury seething, tearing at him like finely honed blades, ten times worse than the fury hed felt before. This was the agony of betrayal.
His hand clamped around her wrist too tight, her fine bones close to breaking beneath his grip. And he didnt care. White-hot pain seared his mind and heart. Everything hed believed was a lie. His marriage. His love.
Goddess. He couldnt breathe. Tipping his head back, he struggled for control, struggled to think. The past couldnt be undone. But the future. . .
He released her wrist to grab her shoulders in the same punishing grip. His jaw ached from the clench of his teeth. Youre going to free my friends.
I cant! I cant turn to mist.
Why not? he roared.
The poison. If I turn to mist, Ill release the poison into my maidens. Theyll die.
He stared at her, seething. Aching. And came to a decision.
Were going to figure out what we have to do to free you from the magic, then youre going to save my friends. After that, I dont give a damn what you do or where you go.
I have to go to my maidens.
Youre coming to Feral House.
No! She bared her teeth at him with a hiss. Im not going there with you.
His eyes turned to steel. Yes. You are. He jammed his thumb beneath her ear, then caught her as she collapsed against the wall, unconscious.
Hed loved her once, body, heart, and soul, and shed betrayed him, consigning him to purgatory for a thousand years. Never again would he willingly allow her into his life. When this was over, when Hawke and Tighe were safe, she could go to hell.
CHAPTER 5
Ariana jerked awake to the feel of powerful arms lifting her amid a cool night breeze. She blinked at the sight of the unfamiliar landscape of thick woods pierced by the early light of dawn. Kougars scent hit her, and it all came roaring backthe confrontation in her house, his removing the moonstone cuff. Hookeye. Her heart began to pound.
The Mage she called Hookeye knew she was alive.
Carrying her, Kougar closed the door of an expensive-looking sports car with his hip. Her wrists were bound together with duct tape, no doubt to keep her from reaching her bracelet and disappearing on him again.
Shed known the moment she saw him standing within the walls of the Grand Corridor that his reappearance in her life was going to spell disaster. But shed never guessed it would happen so quickly.
Goddess, she had to warn Melisande and the others!
Kougar, let me down, she commanded, staring at the hard, shadowed lines of his arresting face. Let me go. My maidens could be in danger!
Have you turned to mist?
No, of course not.
Then theyre safe. Isnt that what you implied?
I cant be sure. But he was right. The greater danger was that Hookeye would pump more poison into the mating bond itself. Too much for her to control.
She squeezed her eyes closed against the fear that threatened to overwhelm her, then opened them again on a shuddering breath. All she could do was hold on and fight the poison attack when and if it came. And she would fight. To the end. She hadnt held on for so long only to give up now.
As Kougar carried her across a wide, circular drive lined with vehicles, her gaze took in the monster of a house looming before her. No, not a house. A mansion, with dormers on the top floor and black shutters framing each of the windows. Though sunrise was still a good half hour away, light glowed from all the downstairs windows and several of the upper onesthree brick stories lit up like a prison after an escape.
A prison full of shape-shifting Feral Warriors.
Her pulse faltered, perspiration dampening the back of her neck. No one but Kougar knew the Ilinas still existed. Now he was about to wrench that secret wide open.
At least before hed kidnapped her hed taken the time to dress her in the pair of jeans shed left hanging on her bedroom doorknob and a fitted red T-shirt from her closet. If she wasnt mistaken, hed even found her a bra.
At the base of the stairs leading up to a massive front door that was easily half again as wide as most, and a good eight feet high, Kougar dropped her bare feet to the walk and grabbed hold of her arm.
She fought him as he tried to propel her forward.
Kougar, no. Let me go to them, let me see for myself that theyre all right. Then Ill come back.
He didnt reply, which was answer enough. He didnt trust her.
And he shouldnt. The moment she got free, she was leaving. The Ferals would try to force her to turn to mist and save their friends, regardless of the consequences. If her race perished as a result, it would simply be an unfortunate case of collateral damage.
She had no reason to trust them. Not since the Daemon War had the two races been allies, and both their peoples had disapproved of her and Kougar mating. While shed loved Kougar, shed never really trusted any of the other shape-shifters, with the possible exception of his two closest friends. And at least one of them, she knew, was dead. No, the Ferals werent going to have it their way. No way in hell would she allow them to sacrifice her people to save their own.
Kougar led her up the front steps and through the wide door, ushering her into a high-ceilinged foyer. Lights from a large, crystal chandelier sparkled upon the heavy green-and-gold floral wallpaper that belonged to a bygone age, while twin staircases curved downward in a sinuous dance, drawing the eye to the floor, where a lush painted mural enchanted with all manner of mythical creatures.
As Kougar closed the door behind them, two large men strode into the foyer, each eyeing her with surprise and no small amount of curiosity. One was badly scarred and huge. The other, a man with a tawny mane and nice clothes, gave off an air of command that made her suspect he was one of the leaders of the warriors. And they were definitely Feral Warriors. Even if she werent in Feral House, shed know that the men were shifters by the sheer, raw power they exuded.
Jag descended one of the twin stairs, a petite redheaded woman at his side. He gave a grunt as his gaze landed on Ariana. Already bringing her home to meet the family? His brows drew together as he stared at her. Whats with the neon baby blues? Id have noticed eyes like that.
Kougar ignored him, ushering her toward the nearest hallway. The men followed, the one shed nailed as one of the leaders calling out, War room. Now!
Moments later, Kougar propelled her into a large wood-paneled room with a huge conference table ringed by upholstered executive-type chairs. The rips in the cushions of a couple of the chairs and the occasional cracks and dents in the wall paneling gave telling evidence that this particular office space belonged to men who were not quite civilized.
Kougar pulled out a chair for her, then shoved her into it, reminding her that his anger was alive and well. She felt his anger like a physical ache that lodged itself between her shoulder blades, right where she imagined hed like to stab her.
When Kougar took the seat beside her, she glanced at him in surprise. She would have thought the chief would stand at the front of the room, but perhaps their ways were different. As the others followed them into the room, she saw it was the man with the tawny mane and rust silk shirt who took that place. A man who wore the mantle of leadership like a comfortable cloak.
Her palms were sweating, but there was nothing she could do about it with her wrists bound together. Nothing but wait for Kougar to rip her world to shreds.
She glanced at him stonily. When did you stop being chief?
Kougars eyes were cold when he met her gaze. The day I lost my mate.
Ariana stared at him, his words sinking in slowly. The death of ones mate was known to cripple many an immortal, but because of Melisandes intervention, shed never suffered unduly from the severing of the mating bond. Shed assumed Kougar hadnt either. Hed been a strong, natural leader back in those days. What must she have done to him, for him to have been unable to continue? Her stomach gave an involuntary cramp. Shed never considered she might have injured him like that.
Goddess, theyd hurt one another in so many ways.
And he was about to hurt her all over again.
She leaned toward him, gritting her teeth. Dont do this, Kougar. Let me go.
He met her gaze, his eyes like flint, then turned away.
Damn you. She clenched her hands into fists, watching as others filed into the room, recognizing none of them from the old days. Jag and the redhead entered first, followed by a bald Feral with what appeared to be a snake earring hanging from one lobe and a vipers head armband curving around his upper arm.
As a tall, dark-haired woman walked in, grief and battle in her eyes, the chief greeted her, compassion in his voice. Delaney.
The woman gave a nod. Lyon.
All took their seats around the table, each eyeing her with avid curiosity. Was it so unusual for them to bring a stranger into their midst?
Where are the others? she asked Kougar softly.
Paenthers the only one not here.
Goddess, no wonder they were so desperate to retrieve the two from the spirit trap. Hed said their numbers had dwindled, but the evidence was shocking. Five Feral Warriors in this room when once there had been more than two dozen.
The Wind?
Dead. His son is one of those in the spirit trap.
The breath went out of her with the unwelcome ache at the losses hed suffered. Im sorry.
When everyone had taken a seat, the chief, Lyon, turned to Kougar. The Shaman is on his way, as you requested. His amber gaze flicked to Ariana, then back again. Whats this about?
Kougar remained still and silent for ten long seconds before reaching up to stroke his beard once, twice. His hand returned to his chairs arm while those around him watched. And waited.
Finally, he spoke, his voice low, yet as rich and hard as mahogany. This is Ariana, Queen of the Ilinas.
Gasps and other sounds of disbelief erupted like scattershot around the room, half a dozen gazes spearing her, staking her to her chair.
Kougar turned to her, his eyes like flint. My mate.
As quickly as the noise erupted, it receded as if Kougars words had sucked the room dry of sound, turning the space silent as a morgue. The only sound was her heart pounding in her ears.
Every eye widened, every jaw dropped, the silence growing thicker, heavier, until it bruised her skin, until it pressed against her rib cage and threatened to crush her lungs.
Still, they stared.
Holy shit, Jag exclaimed, shattering the awful tension. Youre married?
And suddenly everyone was talking at once.
The Ilinas have been extinct . . .
Did you know?
Is she the only survivor?
Silence! Lyon took control. Though the talking stopped, the room was anything but quiet as the Ferals leaned forward, their expressions confused, wary, excited.
Kougars voice slid into the void. A millennium ago, the Ilinas were attacked by a sorcerers magic, a poison that killed many of them. Quickly and succinctly, he relayed what little shed told him.
When he was done, Jag shook his shaggy head, his expression ripe with disbelief. Youve known all along the Ilinas were alive?
No. The word was hard, clipped. Like everyone else, I thought they were dead. I only learned the truth twenty-one years ago.
The mating bond . . . ? The scarred mans words were low, his tone pained.
Kougar met his gaze. Severed, Wulfe.
The sympathetic tightening of the other Ferals eyes stabbed Ariana with guilt.
That shouldnt be possible.
Shes Ilina. Kougars tone said they were worse than dirt.
You left Harpers Ferry to find her, Lyon said. You think she can help us save Tighe and Hawke.
I did.
The brunettes eyes widened as they locked on her. Dear God.
By the fragile hope in the womans desperate eyes, Ariana knew one of those Ferals was her mate.
Ariana sighed, hating to deliver the blow. I cant help them.
The woman surged to her feet, her expression turning battle-hard. You have to.
A warm tingle teased the back of Arianas neck, a feeling as familiar as the beat of her heart. No. The scent of pine wafted on the air, the scent of the Crystal Realm.
Kougar must have smelled it, too, for he shot to his feet. Attack!
Even as he roared the word, the room exploded with the flash of steel, the splatter of blood, and the roar of fury and pain.