"Nicholas sent backup. Helen, Drake, Angus, and Gilda. They fought off the Synestryn, and we met Logan at the nearest Gerai house so he could cure the poison."
"Logan? He"s here?" Madoc tried to push himself up to find the leech before he could take Nika"s blood the way Tynan had. Nika pressed her hands to his bare chest, straddled him, and leaned her weight into him. She wasn"t heavy enough to keep him on the bed, but the feel of her palms on his skin did the trick. If he moved away, she"d stop touching him. He didn"t want that.
"Don"t worry. Drake paid the blood debt since I couldn"t."
Anger flooded him at the thought of her offering to bleed for him, making his voice rough and curt."Don"t you ever offer to feed one of those leeches. Understand?"
She didn"t answer his question. Instead, she pressed a kiss against his forehead.
Madoc"s gaze went to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, which were just the right size to fill his palms. A wave of l.u.s.t crashed into him, making him grit his teeth to keep from bringing her to his mouth so he could suckle her through her shirt.
She straddled his stomach, and he could feel the heat of her sinking through the layers of cloth between them. Behind her, his d.i.c.k grew hard, tenting the sheet that covered him.
Apparently, his b.l.o.o.d.y clothes had been stripped away, leaving him naked. All he had to do was get her out of her pants and slide her down a few inches. He"d finally be inside her, filling her, f.u.c.king her.
The small part of him that was still good screamed at him, reminding him she was a virgin. Off-limits.
Madoc fisted his hands in the sheet, forcing himself to keep them at his side.
Nika"s lips moved over his brow, tracing the same path her fingers had. He could smell the sweet scent of her skin, see her rapid pulse beating in the hollow of her throat.
His luceria would look so pretty there. So right.
If only.
Madoc refused to go there. Wishful thinking hurt like h.e.l.l, and he didn"t need any more pain in his life.
He"d been so close to escaping it all. So close to peaceful, painless oblivion.
"Why are you doing this to me?" he asked. His voice was a harsh, angry whisper.
"You need me. Just relax and let me do what I need to do."
"Oh, no, you don"t." He started to push her up and her sharp little nails dug into his chest.
She actually bared her teeth at him. "I really don"t want to make you bleed again. We"ve had enough Synestryn for one night, don"t you think?"
"Get off of me, Nika. I mean it."
She ignored him, pressing delicate kisses over his temple, down his cheek. Everywhere she touched him tingled, as if the cells were standing up and rejoicing at the contact.
Madoc tried to think about something elsea"cutting the heads off sgath, sharpening his sword, all those boring meetings with Josepha"but nothing seemed to take his mind away from the soft heat of Nika"s lips as they moved unerringly toward his mouth.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked.
"Because you need me. Because we need each other. I can"t let you keep running away, and seducing you is the only way to get you over your fear of hurting me."
"I"m not going to f.u.c.k you," he said.
"I like the term making love better. We"ll do that instead."
Girly names changed nothing. f.u.c.king was still f.u.c.king. "Not going to happen. I"d really rather not hurt you, but if you don"t move away, I"m afraid I"ll do just that."
"No, you won"t," she said with complete confidence.
Her mouth nibbled at the corner of his, coaxing him to join in and kiss her back. Her breath filled his lungs, making his head spin. He couldn"t think straight when she was kissing him. He needed backup.
"Drake," he yelled, a little more breathlessly than he"d intended.
"He"s outside with Helen. They"re guarding the house, letting you rest and recover."
"You"re sure as h.e.l.l not letting me rest."
"You"ll rest better after."
After he"d made her scream his name in climax. After he"d come inside her.
It sounded way too good, too right.
He knew it wasn"t, though. He knew how wrong it would be to claim her like that when he knew the next chance he got, he"d go to his death. Only this time, he"d do it right. He"d go too far away for anyone to find. He"d make sure there was no chance of getting out of it. He"d lock Nika away, drug her, tie her upa"somethinga"anything to keep her from following him.
Her mouth settled over his and the ability to think about anything else vanished. The tip of her tongue slid along the seam of his lips, tempting him to open up and let her inside.
If he did, he wouldn"t stop. He knew that. He wasn"t strong enough to come back from an openmouthed, all-out kiss with Nika.
Madoc turned his head, feeling a line of sweat breaking out along his brow.
"I"m too weak for this. I"ve just been poisoned, woman. Have a heart."
He could feel her smile against his lips. "Don"t worry. I"ll do all the work."
She was going to kill him. Madoc wasn"t going to need to find a nest of Synestryn. Nika was right here, twisting his insides, making his brain overheat until he knew it would explode.
He locked his lips together tight, refusing her entrance.
Nika sat back, sliding her hands over his chest, down his arm. Her fingers kneaded his muscles, as if enjoying the feel of them. She lifted his right hand and placed it over her breast. "It"s okay if you touch me," she said.
Madoc let out an involuntary groan of need.
Her nipple beaded up against his palm. His fingers curled in against his will, cupping her. "No. It"s really not." And yet he couldn"t pull his hand away. He was going to have to cut his arm off to get himself to stop touching her.
Nika smiled down at him. It was a knowing, purely feminine smile filled with the promise of heaven and h.e.l.l combined.
He stared at her, wondering what she was going to do next. Would she slide his hand under her shirt, or maybe strip out of it so he could see his hand moving over her naked skin?
Oh, yeah. That was definitely what he wanted to do. Naked Nika.
Instead, she started kneading his hand, pressing on all the small muscles he used to grip his sword.
A moan of pure bliss erupted from his lips and his eyes closed as he enjoyed the feel of her fingers ma.s.saging him.
A second later, he felt the ring Iain had given him slide from his finger and his world came crashing to an end.
He jackknifed up in the bed, grabbing at the ring, but Nika had flung it across the room, out of sight. "No!" he shouted, but it was too late.
He felt the last leaf of his lifemark complete its fall, felt the last part of his soul"s light wink out, and then a calm sort of numbness descended upon him.
He looked at Nika"s face, saw a flash of worry shine in her blue eyes, but it didn"t matter. She"d done this to him, and now she was going to face the consequences.
Whatever reason he"d had a moment ago to hold back had gonea"vanished into oblivion. All that was left was his hard, aching c.o.c.k and the woman straddling him.
A smile gradually stretched his mouth. "Playtime."
John had to shove his hands in his pockets to keep himself from reaching for Meghan. She"d laid her clothes near the fire to dry them, and though she"d tried to be discreet and hide them under her damp shirt, he"d seen her lay her panties out, too. Which meant she was bare beneath the loose flannel pants he"d given her.
He"d picked them because they"d shrunk when he"d washed them and were the smallest thing he had. He hadn"t imagined that the green and tan plaid would turn him on nearly as much as it had.
John handed her a mug of hot cocoa and grabbed the blanket off his bed. Maybe if he covered her up, he"d be able to keep his thoughts where they belonged and off her body.
Her blond hair was short and damp along the tips where it had gotten wet in the shower. It clung to her neck, baring her throat. The neckline of his sweatshirt gaped, showing off the delicate line of her collarbones. For one insane moment, he wanted to lean forward and press an openmouthed kiss along the smooth skin between her neck and shoulder.
He wondered if she had a bra on under that sweatshirt, or if every time he wore it from now on, he"d think about the fact that her bare nipples had grazed the fabric sliding against his chest.
Meghan curled her legs under her and accepted the blanket with a thankful smile. "So, what brought you out in the snow tonight?" she asked.
John wasn"t going to tell her about his odd dreams. He didn"t want her thinking he was some kind of lunatic. Instead, he lied. "I"d gone into town for supplies to ride out the storm. Guess I should have gone earlier."
"How long do the snows up here normally last?"
"The forecast said it would stop by morning."
"That"s good. I have no idea how you can live with this cold."
It hit him then that she clearly wasn"t from around here. The idea that she would soon be on her way back to her life bothered him, though he had no idea why it should.
"Where are you from?" he asked.
"Phoenix."
"Wow. That"s a long way to come. Do you have family in the area?"
"No."
"Here for work?"
"No. I just thought it would be nice to visit a place I"d never been to before. Guess I should have checked the weather first, huh?"
Something in the way she said it made him think she was lying, but he couldn"t put his finger on what it was. "Guess so."
She lowered her eyes, staring at his chest. "I"m sorry to have put you out like this."
"It"s fine. Really. I"m only here for a few more days, anyway."
"You don"t live here?"
"I vacation here, but my time is almost up. Got to get back to the grind."
"What do you do?"
"I"m a builder. I have a new development we"re breaking ground on as soon as the last of the permits are in. Lake homes, mostly."
Her eyes lit up. "Sounds fabulous. I"ve always thought it would be fun to be an architect and design homes."
"So, why not do it?"
She sipped her cocoa. A bit of foam clung to her upper lip and John had to grit his teeth to keep from licking it away so he could taste the sweetness of melted marshmallows against her skin.
"I was thinking about it. Then Dad got sick."
"I"m sorry."
"It"s fine. He"s better now. It was bad for a while, but he"s back to his old self now. I think he"s got himself a girlfriend." She said that last part with a smile that made her eyes light up.
In that moment, she was the prettiest woman he"d ever seen, and that sense of recognition he"d had when he first saw her came rushing back. He knew her. Somehow. He had to. How else could it be that he would look at her and everything inside him would feel . . . right?
He reached out and slid his finger over hers as they cupped the mug. Her skin was incredibly soft and warm, and it was all he could do to keep his touch innocent, when what he really wanted was to strip her bare and glide his hands over every naked inch of her.
She went still, staring at him with wide eyes. He watched her pupils dilate and her lips part as she pulled in a deep breath.
John took the cocoa from her hands and set it aside.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a breathless whisper.
He leaned forward and cupped her face in his hands. She didn"t fight him; in fact, if anything, she leaned toward him.
He stared at her mouth. She licked her lips and that small movement made him feel like someone had applied an electric current to his spine.
"I have no idea," he replied, and settled his mouth on hers.
At first, her kiss was hesitant, but as soon as his tongue swept out over her lip, tasting the sweetness left behind, that changed.
Meghan"s mouth opened and she went up on her knees, grabbing his head in a fierce grip. Her tongue played with his, stroking him in a way that made him think of hot bodies sliding against each other. A low, needy sound purred in her chest, and her fingernails dug into his scalp.
She pulled away, panting, staring at him with a mixture of l.u.s.t and accusation. "What did you do to me?" she demanded. "Did you drug me?"
"Never. I swear I"d never do that to a woman." But he knew what she meant. Even after a few brief seconds of her kiss, John was ready to lay himself out and let her do as she willed with him. Normally, it took him weeks before he decided to sleep with a womana"s.e.x simply wasn"t worth the headache that came after a breakup, and at thirty-two he sure as h.e.l.l wasn"t some young, punky kid who let his d.i.c.k lead the way.
But none of his normal commonsense morals were anywhere to be found right now. His head was spinning like he was drunk and his entire body was shaking with the effort of resisting the need to sink inside her sweet body over and over until he could no longer lift his head. Whatever was going on here wasn"t normal.