Immortally Yours, An Urban Fantasy Romance (Monster MASH, Book 1) (21 page)

I was fine with the limited view of the bubbling swamp. What I didn't get was how excited Marius was. I stood a short distance from him, Galen, and Rodger as they admired their handiwork.
 

Marius tossed back a shock of blond hair. "It's divine," he said. "A triumph."
 

Galen held his torch aloft, inspecting some of the seams. "I think we did pretty well with what we had."
 

Marius couldn't get enough. "I can sit in the dark and brood. I can stand. I don't have to lie in a footlocker all day with my knees smashed against my chest while you two use it as a footstool."
 

"And we did some soundproofing so you can play your music as loud as you want," Rodger added.
 

That had never been a problem for Marius.
 

Rodger jogged over to me. "You should check it out."
 

"I will." In a minute.
 

I was insanely curious. Galen had brought more excitement to this camp than the last three USO shows combined. And that's not just because I wasn't into Homeric plays, feats of strength, and other entertainments the new gods seemed to think we'd enjoy.
 

Still, I refused to fall all over him just because everyone else did. I hadn't done it for the cool kids in high school and I certainly wouldn't do it now.
 

Rodger stood grinning next to me. "I tell you. Galen is the coolest guy."
 

"Why? What did he ever do for you?"
 

Rodger shrugged. "I'm having fun."
 

Galen caught my eye and I felt my toes curl. Frick, I was in trouble.
 

"Well done," Father McArio said as joined our little party, a mess tent cup of coffee in one hand. He patted Galen on the shoulder. "I can't tell you what a pleasure it is to have you here, son."
 

Oh, brother.
 

I made my way over to the priest. "How's Fitz?"
 

"Happiest hellhound in limbo," he replied. "That reminds me." McArio fished in his pocket and handed Galen a key. "I don't know what you'll get out of him. He's been chasing lizards all day. I left him sleeping in the woolly daisies behind the hutch."
 

Wait. He couldn't possibly have gotten to Father McArio, too. "Why are you giving Galen a key to your place?"
 

"His leash and treats are inside," Father continued.
 

Galen pocketed the key. "I used to train guard dogs."
 

"Of course you did."
 

It was bad enough he'd barnstormed his way into my roommates' affections. And Jeffe's. And Horace's. Now he had to go after my mentor, too.
 

"Where'd he get that?" I grumbled, watching Marius drag an ornate rug into the lair. Galen ran over to help him.
 

"VIP tent." Father sipped his coffee, watching. "He's great, isn't he?"
 

"He's the bane of my existence."
 

Father watched me frown. "Funny." He tilted his head. "I heard the commander saved your life."
 

"How did you know?" Shock made me stand taller as I tried to figure out what that meant.
 

"Galen shared with me what happened. He's worried about you," Father said, as if he knew my fear. "Be careful, Petra. Stay in camp."
 

"Just don't tell him about what I did when I first got here," I cautioned.
 

"Of course not." McArio seemed surprised I'd even had to ask.
 

I didn't like the father talking to Galen. Even though I knew he wouldn't betray my past, it made me uncomfortable. I couldn't count on anything anymore.
 

Galen walked among the gathering crowd, his torch held high as he directed my companions. He wore his command like a second skin, his voice rich and warm.
 

Rodger was making sure everyone heard exactly how Galen had salvaged the lumber from the decimated VIP showers out in the minefield. Horace directed the onlookers with god-like glee. Several maintenance workers were busy smoothing out a path to connect to the main route, complete with torch holders.
 

In a quiet spot set apart, Father McArio had taken it upon himself to offer a small, silent blessing, which I wasn't sure was entirely appropriate for a vampire lair. Once the priest had lowered his hand and opened his eyes, Galen joined him, speaking in hushed tones.
 

Galen wasn't even Catholic. Was he?
 

My roommate couldn't get enough of the attention this spectacle had afforded him. He flipped his hair and preened like he was on the red carpet.
 

Well, if the vampire wasn't going to be using his dark retreat anytime soon, I wasn't one to turn down a quiet spot.
 

I eased past the canvas hanging over the door and ducked into the vampire's lair. Two steps and I practically had my nose pressed up against the back wall. So much for luxury. The thing was the size of a bathtub.
 

An old red lantern banged me in the head, its flame reflected in dozens upon dozens of mirrors in all shapes and sizes. Most were broken. Some were obviously from discarded makeup compacts.
 

Most of the salvaged lumber was warped and stained— and was that a showerhead poking out of the ceiling?
 

The canvas flap rustled behind me. "He's hoping to eventually have one big mirror ceiling," Galen said, his shoulders level with my face. "We couldn't fit the mirrors from his hutch in here."
 

He was suddenly very close. His presence wound around me in a way that made me flush.
 

"Ah," I said. No, not much would fit in here. "It's very brood-y."
 

Galen seemed to follow my train of thought. "It's his."
 

I hated to admit it to him of all people, but, "I like it." I'd never seen Marius that happy.
 

He lingered so close that I could have easily reached out and touched him. Tiny waves of pleasure vibrated down my spine when I realized I'd like to do just that.
 

I cleared my throat. "You did good."
 

Galen leveled a slow sexy smile at me. The warmth of it soaked me to my toes.
 

Get a grip
. It was all too much—the changes, the bizarre notion of hope, him. I had to get out of here.
 

Run.
 

But before I did, I was going to take advantage of this private space to make myself clear.
 

I cocked my head and did my best to ignore the way the lamplight played off his features. "You think you can do anything you want and people will just follow you."
 

He stilled. "I don't think anything," he answered, genuinely perplexed. "We're at war. I'm doing my best to make sure we survive it."
 

Maybe so. We'd all tried to carve out a way to stay sane. "Why do you care about Marius and Rodger and Hume and Jeffe?" And whoever else he was helping?
 

"They're good people." He ran a hand over the bottom of his face. "They didn't ask for this any more than you or I did. I don't have all the answers. I'm not completely divine, but I do what I can to fix things."
 

I planted my hands on my hips, shaking my head. "You just can't leave well enough alone."
 

"No, I can't," he said, without any trace of regret. "But I tell you, for once, it feels good to do it with a hammer and nails and not at sword point."
 

So take-charge Galen was going to fix the world, one person at a time.
 

I stood stock-still as he touched my shoulder, his fingers trailing down my arm. "I know we don't see eye-to-eye on some things, but let me in. Let's see where this takes us."
 

For a moment, I wanted that. I'd give anything to feel safe and protected, to be in control of something bigger than myself, to make a dent in my own destiny.
 

I wanted to know how he did it. What he did to twist words and circumstances until suddenly the solution to everything was to trust Galen of Delphi.
 

But I couldn't. "Your price is too high." I could smell his clean masculine scene as well as a hint of blueberries. He wanted total compliance and I couldn't do that.
 

An inch more and we'd be chest-to-chest. Sure, we had no room in this place, but I couldn't get over the idea that he was doing it on purpose, to tease me.
 

Yeah, well, two could play at that game.
 

I touched his cheek. I could see the stubble on his wide-set jaw, feel the coarseness of it under my fingers as I drew them down to the smooth tan skin at his collar.
 

Perhaps I didn't need to give in—in order to enjoy him.
 

His breathing quickened, and a small part of me rejoiced that I'd gotten to him just as he'd gotten to me. His gaze raked over me with a ferocity that made my heart race.
 

Shadows soothed the rough edges of the hut. It truly was a place apart.
 

We were alone, hidden from the world.
 

Galen dipped his chin until it was inches from mine. "You want to finish what we started in my bed?" His voice was raw, earthy. "I love the sounds you make when you come."
 

The lanternlight caught the mirrors like dozens upon dozens of flickering candles. Jaw clenched, I remained where I was, bracing against the unnamed emotions he stirred in me.
 

"I'm tired of being alone," I murmured.
 

"Me too," he said against my mouth before he consumed me in a burning, eating kiss. There was no gentle teasing as there had been before. Galen dragged me against him, ground his body against mine as we kissed desperately.
 

I knocked an elbow against the wall. He hit his shoulder as we pressed and tangled in the tiny space. I had to get closer. I wanted to crawl all over him, get inside him.
 

He was so lean and so hard and so delicious and all mine. For here. For now. It was all I could ask.
 

His mouth caught my breast, teasing me through the thin fabric of my tank top. A riot of sensations washed up from where his teeth grazed my nipple and his tongue scorched it, wet and hot.
 

"God, I love your breasts," he said, yanking down the shirt and feasting on my bare skin. I wrapped around him, clung to him until I ground my core against his rock-hard cock.
 

I wanted to touch it, to taste it.
 

He nipped at my breasts, sending molten pleasure straight to my groin.
 

"Harder," I moaned, thrusting against him as his teeth closed over one aching nipple.
 

An industrial flashlight zapped us, stinging my eyes. Ohmigod.
 

"Fuck." Galen turned me away from the light.
 

It took a moment for our change in circumstances to penetrate my passion-soaked brain. My breasts ached. Galen's uniform felt coarse as they pressed against it.
 

Shirley poked her head into the lair. "A little crowded in here, isn't it?"
 

"Can you give us a minute?" Galen asked, his voice rough. He eased me down onto the ground.
 

"I didn't mean to intrude," she said, her face a shadow as she continued to blast us with her beam. As Kosta's assistant, Shirley was issued the new army version of high-tech. Didn't mean she knew how to use it.
 

My knees felt wobbly as I pulled my shirt back up over my breasts. Galen watched, as if he were itching to start up again.
 

"I wouldn't interrupt," Shirley said, clearly not understanding just what she'd barged into, "but it's here, Galen. The guys are setting it up right now."
 

He nodded curtly, his breath harsh as his eyes wandered over me. "Good to know. We'll be there in a minute."
 

Yes, well we would have been doing something a lot more fun if he didn't have eighteen projects going on.
 

He gave me a smoldering look that said he'd been thinking the same thing.
 

"Come on," he said, lacing his fingers in mine.
 

Wait a second. "Why do you need me?" I asked, as we followed Shirley. I wasn't going to get drawn into this.
 

The only problem he could solve for Shirley would involve Kosta in bed with a bow on his head, and although Galen had proven himself quite talented, I didn't think he was that good.
 

And if he was, I sure as hell didn't want to be a witness.
 

We ducked outside, and he pulled a torch from the ground near the front of the lair. "You didn't hear the real news, did you?" Some of the tension left his face, as if he were relieved. "No wonder you didn't come to me."
 

"Confident, much?" I asked, gazing past him, realizing that Shirley had bugged out.
 

Shadows lengthened around us as the few remaining members of the crowd retrieved their torches faded down the path.
 

We were alone. "What's going on?"
 

Torches bobbed in the distance as people rushed toward the mess tent, or huddled in groups talking.
 

He squeezed my hand.
 

"Horace?" Galen called to the sprite as he zipped past. "Want to tell Petra what happened?"
 

Horace flew down to us and hovered, impatient. The cave light he wore on his head flickered. "The first prophecy came true!"
 

Chapter Fourteen

I about fell over sideways. Horace didn't notice.