Immortal Rapture: Immortal Heart (16 page)

The water rushed and swirled, again responding to the magic she was letting loose. He moved his knuckle to her clit and brushed against her budded pearl.

“Uriah… don’t stop,” she moaned as she dropped her forehead to his shoulder.

His free hand grasped her
chin, forcing her to face him. “I won’t stop until you tell me to. Whatever you want, I will give you.”

“You,” she moaned. “I just want you.”

He slammed his lips to hers and devoured her mouth. She captured his tongue and sucked. The move spurred him on, his hips thrusting hard as she came down against him. She ripped her mouth from his and arched her back, screaming into the night as heat bloomed and cascaded over her. Her face flamed, and her vision went briefly black again.

Uriah groaned, his movements jerky as his hands landed on her hips, his fingers biting into her skin, bringing her down hard on his flesh one last time, her walls taking hold and milking him of every last drop of his release.

Uriah lifted his gaze to the dome of water that encompassed them; her magic was holding them safe within the element. He smiled and released her hips to cup her face. “You’ll always have me. I love you, little nymph.” He kissed her lips softly before tipping her face up to the water hovering above them.

She smiled and laughed lightly. “Am I doing that?”

He nodded. Something told him it wasn’t all her magic, but the combination of both of theirs. Uriah recalled Makyle’s comment. “I think we both are.”

“Shouldn’t you know if you’re using your powers?”

“Yes, but Makyle said something about our magic binding. It’s part of being a nymph. I think that,” his gaze lifted again to the water above them, “might be the manifestation of the binding.”

She bit her bottom lip and studied the water briefly before looking back to him. “I wonder what else we’ll be able to create.”

He smiled. “All kinds of things.”

Marie brushed her fingers
over his lips. “That’s a good look on you. I like seeing you smile.”

He grasped her fingers and kissed them softly. “It’s because of you.”

Makyle settled into the plush bed that dominated the room Cree had provided for him. It was a weird feeling being away from his own bed. He also wasn’t used to actually needing sleep and yet, the past few restless days had gotten to him. He hadn’t slept at all at Sam’s. Perhaps being away from the Underworld was messing with him. That had to be it; the lack of sleep and distance from his home would explain his behavior over the past couple of days.

He couldn’t wrap his mind around the confusion that was clouding every decision he tried to make. There was so much happening
, and all of it seemed less cut and dry—less black and white. There was grey, even in his world.

Makyle smiled as he ran a finger over his lip. It was healed and still he swore he could feel
Sam’s lips and teeth upon him. And fuck him, but the thought had his cock springing to attention. He pictured her golden, shimmering doe eyes and all those thick, fiery curls. Makyle shook his head and rolled over, but kept having to adjust in an effort to find a position that wouldn’t make his cock ache even worse. There would be no relief if he just laid there; her beautiful face haunted him every time he closed his eyes.

With a frustrated growl
, Makyle rose from the bed and made a beeline for the bathroom, where he started the shower and stripped down. He pulled his hair from its tie and shook out the thick, black locks behind him.

Stepping into the hot
spray, he flinched as the water beat down on his hard flesh. Resigned to what it was going to take, he lathered up his palm and grasped his pulsing flesh. His eyes slid closed, and he used the delicate features of Sam’s face to help bring him the relief he desperately needed. With each tug, he focused on different parts of her stunning face, and finally imagined her soft, curvy body flush against him. Her lips caressing and her teeth nipping at his skin as her hand grasped his cock and stroked him. With a guttural moan, Makyle’s veins flamed and he found much-needed relief as he spilled his seed in the hot spray of water.

“I’m screwed,” he muttered as he rested his forehead against the warm
tile of the shower wall.

***
*

S
amira kicked the covers from her body. The soft cotton of her sheets clung to her heated skin like a sticky web. Her body was flushed, and her breath came in heavy pants as she tried to calm her heart. She’d never had a dream feel so damn real or intense.

“What the hell?” she muttered into the darkness.

Flashes of Makyle’s slick skin bombarded her. His hand sliding down his chiseled chest, past his stomach, to grasp the heavy length between his thick, muscled thighs. His raven hair plastered to his back and his diamond eyes glowing as his deep voice called out her name. She felt warmth pool low in her stomach, and it took all her strength not to slip her own hand down her ribs, past the valley of her stomach, to her now-slick folds. She refused to relieve the ache the dream had created with thoughts of the infuriating and admittedly gorgeous Immortal Ruler…

S
amira covered her face with her pillow and screamed,
“Son of a bitch!”

What the hell had that asshole done to her? Why was he
now invading her world, both awake and dreaming? She had gone years without even thinking of the man who had dropped her here and disappeared. Now, in just over twenty-four hours, he’d invaded her home, threw around demands, occupied her dreams, and had forced his lips upon her. Samira threw her pillow across her room, gently touched her lips, groaned at the tingle she felt, slammed her fist against the mattress, and made her way to the bathroom, where she ran a cold shower.

Standing under the spray of
water, she sighed. She’d turned into a basket case because of that man. He should have let her die—that was what she had wanted. She was ready to leave the world of magic behind for the solitude of death. Now she was living in a world that didn’t believe in what she had been, with half the power she had once controlled. She was a shell of what she was… She was really an all-or-nothing kind of girl. Makyle didn’t get that, and he never would. He’d never understand what it meant to lose a defining part of who you were. He was a damn Immortal Ruler, arrogant and lacking the ability to understand or care about what didn’t directly affect him. Sure, he showed concern for the child, but she gathered there was quite a bit to the story that hadn’t been shared.

With a calming
breath, Samira shut the water off and wrapped herself in a fluffy towel. She made her way back to her bed and crawled under the covers. No longer heated from the dream, she was chilled from the shower. Laying her head upon her pillow, she closed her eyes. As the dreamscape took hold, there was no diamond-eyed demi-god to interrupt her sleep. Still, something told her that she hadn’t seen the last of him, and what had woken her before was more than a twisted dream born of want.

Izzy gazed at Makiah, with his mismatched eyes and rosy cheeks. His lids were blinking slowly as he stared up at her and took down the last bits of formula in the bottle. She pulled the bottle back and patted his back softly before lying him down in the crib that Darnell had brought
to their room so they could keep him while Marie and Uriah had some time to themselves. She leaned over and kissed his cheek before shutting off the light nearest the crib , then turned to see Bain watching her. She was, as usual, taken by the beautiful man who stood shirtless in the bathroom door. He shut off the light and made his way to the bed, shucking his pants and boxers to slide into the smooth comfort of the silk sheets that adorned their bed.

She smiled and crawled in next to him. His hand found her cheek and caressed her smooth skin. “What are you thinking,
sweetheart?”

She
tilted her head and smiled. “The truth?”

He grunted. “I always want the truth.”

“I want children… We’ve never really talked about it. I don’t know what it means now that I’m no longer human, but I don’t want to take the birth control anymore. I want a baby us, Bain.”

Bain smiled, sat
up, and pulled her into his lap. “Then quit taking the birth control. We will practice as often as you’d like to create a baby us, but I hope for a daughter that looks like her beautiful mother,” he said, leaning in and pressing his lips to her nose.

She laughed softly. “And I was thinking I wanted a boy that looked like his father.”

Bain grinned at her, a mischievous look tinting his gorgeous features. “Do you really want a raise a boy? What if he is like Kale and I when we were growing up?”

She brushed her fingers over his cheekbones,
and then along his jaw. “It doesn’t really matter to me; I just want a baby with you. No matter how headstrong and stubborn.”

“Then we will have one, but the Fae don’t procreate as easily as humans do. It may take some time.”

Her smile was sultry as she grinned at him. “Well, we can have fun trying.”

Bain growled softly as his hand moved to push the fabric of her panties aside
, so his fingers could dip between her folds to find her little pearl.

“Bain, the baby is sleeping barely ten feet away.”

His lips landed on her neck, as he murmured against her flushed skin. “I’ll be quiet, sweetheart.” He rolled them over and peered down at her. “There isn’t a thing in this world or the next that will ever convince me to keep my hands off you.”

She cupped his cheeks and pulled his mouth to hers.

***
*

Esperanza stood at the large window in the throne room. The banshee’s were at it again, shrieking through the forest. How the landscape had changed in just a few short days. The snow was nearly gone, and the world was attempting to shake the slumber that had held it captive for the past ten months. She lifted one hand to her neck, where she gently rubbed at the tender muscles. Darion had been getting rougher and rougher with each encounter, and while she was capable of holding her own against him, she found the fight tedious lately. Her mate was a shell of the man she had fallen for. The fucking vampires needed to hurry. She nearly sneered as she looked at the deep night sky. They had been searching for two days now. What was taking so long? They were given a simple task—bring her what she desired or die trying.

She barely acknowledged the creak of the throne room door opening or the sound of light footfalls entering the room.

“What is it?” she demanded as silence fell.

“The team is back
. Will you see them now?” Ardea asked in her meek voice.

The Magma had been taken down a few notches since Esperanza’s appearance in the castle. She was no more than a servant to Esperanza’s will… just where her
lady wanted her to be.

“Send them in.”

“Yes, My Lady.”

“Oh, and Ardea?”

“Yes, My Lady?”

“Find Jaeb and go see to your
lord… I imagine he’s hungry.”

Ardea forced a smile, and Esperanza returned it with a cruel twist of her lips. For all the time Ardea had spent
pining for Darion’s attention, she now feared it. He’d always had dark proclivities in the bedroom. However, they had taken an even darker turn since the hunger kicked in.

Esperanza took her seat next to the empty
, massive black throne of Darion’s and waited for the team to enter. Her gaze narrowed on the group as they stood before her. She was sure one was missing. She didn’t much care that one of their soldiers was missing… what mattered was their obvious lack of success.

“Where is he?” she demanded.

“We lost him in the Human World, My Lady. After impaling Samuel on a tree branch, the Immortal Ruler took flight with the warrior and a human female, a portal opened in the sky, and they were gone. We tried to track them, but wherever they went, it was beyond our capabilities to trace. The seer has lost sight of both Makyle and the child.”

She sneered. “So, you what? Gave up? Went and had a drink?”
Standing from her throne, she approached the group. She couldn’t remember the leader’s name, and it mattered not at this point. “You failed,” she growled, slamming a silver dagger she pulled from beneath the cloak she wore deep into his heart. “I don’t have the time or the desire to deal with failure,” she said as the vampire’s eyes went wide and he crumbled to the floor in a pile of dust.

She lifted her gaze to the four remaining men. “You.” She pointed to one of them.

“Yes, My Lady?”

“You’re in charge now
—don’t fail me. Find Uriah and we’ll find what we’re looking for.”

The light-haired vampire dipped his chin and turned to leave.

“Wait! Before you go, clean up this mess… use your tongue.”

His brows furrowed. “My Lady?”

“Clean up the dust that is left of the one who led before you… I will see to it that you have a location for the Immortal Warrior by the time you are finished. Your men can surely help in the task of cleaning my floors.”