Sins of the Night (19 page)

He looked up at her. Those green eyes of his were haunting in their beauty and pain. “No, I'm not.”

His confession caught her off guard.

“You know,” he said quietly, “I'm the one who monitors Acheron's e-mail account. I'm there in Katoteros when his cell phone starts ringing off the hook from all of you wanting to talk to him, day and night. There are times when it makes him completely insane. But I envy him the chaos. The ‘human' contact. I think it's why he never verbally complains about it around me. He knows how much I would kill for it.”

Her heart ached for him and for the lost sadness she saw in the depths of those glowing green eyes.

“My life is so endless,” he said, his voice carrying the full weight of his misery. “The only contact I have outside of Acheron and Simi is with other Shades. The ones who are damned scream at me to help them because they know I'm one of the few beings who can hear them. The ones who live on the Isle of Padesios aren't interested in making friends with me. They avoid me every time I go near them.”

“The Isle of what?”

He sighed. “It's a region in Katoteros where Acheron allows the Shades a facsimile of paradise. Their existence, like mine, is limited, but they don't suffer. Not like the others do. Although I think the knowledge that they can never again be human is punishment enough. I think that's why they hate me so. I at least have some semblance of a corporeal form. They don't and they never will again.”

“Why doesn't Ash give it to them?”

“Same reason he doesn't send me to earth unless he has to. It's cruel to be so close to being human and know that you're not. That you'll never be again. It just brings it all home.”

The anguish he suffered tore through her. He looked lost, alone. She understood both feelings. She'd felt them a lot over the last two hundred years. She could only imagine how much worse it would be to experience it over nine thousand years.

She laid her hand against his whiskered cheek. The stubble teased her palm, sending a chill up her arm.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as if he were savoring the scent of her skin. The feel of her touch.

His loneliness touched an inner, foreign part of her. It touched the part of her that was like him. Eternally alone.

Her heart pounding, she tilted her head down to taste his lips.

Alexion was stunned by her kiss. He wished that he could really taste her. Really know the full sensation of her breath mingling with his as her tongue spiked through his mouth.

His body roared to life, wanting to feel her naked against him. He deepened his kiss a moment before he pulled back to look up at her. “Don't do this to me, Danger. It's cruel when you know how long I've been without a woman.”

Her staccato breaths fell against his cheek a moment before she pulled her shirt off over her head.

His heart stilled at the sight of her black lace bra that left very little of her breasts covered. Her pink nipples were taut, just begging for his mouth.

It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Danger knew she shouldn't be doing this and yet she couldn't stop herself. Like him, it had been too long since she'd last had sex. But more than that, she felt an odd connection with him. Right or wrong, she wanted this moment. In a weird way, she needed it as much as he did.

Taking his hand into hers, she led it to her breast.

He sucked his breath in sharply before he dipped his fingers beneath the lace to touch her. His skin was rough, but his touch was gentle as he lightly kneaded her breast.

She rose up ever so slightly to kiss him feverishly as she began frantically unbuttoning his shirt. Every inch of flesh she exposed was perfect. There wasn't a scar or blemish anywhere on his ruggedly masculine body. The only mark he bore was a strange tattoo on his left shoulder of a yellow sun that was pierced by three white lightning bolts. She touched it lightly, wondering at what appeared to be a series of letters in the middle. It was an alphabet she'd never seen before.

“What is this?” she asked as she traced it.

“Just a tattoo,” he said, his voice ragged. “It was on me when I woke up in this form.”

Dismissing it, she untucked his shirt, then pushed it and his coat off his shoulders.

He pulled his hand away from her breast to let her undress him.

Alexion actually shivered at her harried speed. It had been far too long since he'd last tasted desire like this. Danger literally crawled into his lap as she returned to hungrily kiss his lips.

He growled at the ferocity of that kiss, at the way his body hardened, wanting a taste of her. Her breath mingled with his as she ran her warm hands over his naked back. He reached around her to unfasten her bra. The black lace fell free, allowing her small breasts to tease his bare chest.

His head spun at the sensation of her hard nipples against his flesh. He'd never wanted any woman more than he wanted her right then.

She left his lips to trail her mouth over to his ear. He swore he saw stars as her tongue stroked the sensitive flesh there. Unable to stand it, he stood up, cupping her to him.

She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her toward the bed. He needed this woman more than he needed to live. He didn't know why it was so important that he have her. But it was, and if anyone had tried to stop them right then, he'd have hurt them badly.

He hurriedly jerked the covers off before laying her down on the sheets. His heart hammering, he unzipped her pants, wanting to see the full, unadorned beauty of her body.

Danger groaned as Alexion sank his hand beneath her panties to touch her where she was on fire for him. Hissing, she arched her back and spread her legs so that he could ease the bittersweet ache that craved his touch. While his hand pleasured her, he pulled back slightly to look down at her face.

His eyes were dark from his passion and filled with wonderment. They flared a strange shade of green an instant before he pulled her pants and panties free of her body and tossed them to the floor. Before she could move, he returned to place himself between her spread thighs. His hot breath scorched her upper leg as his hand returned to torment her.

She couldn't think straight as he pulled his hand away and replaced it with his mouth. Danger cried out in ecstasy. She sank her hand deep into the golden strands of his hair. He took his time pleasing her. No man had ever made her feel so desired, so needed as he did and she didn't understand it.

Thoughts and feelings swirled through her mind as his tongue pleasured her with deep, probing licks. And when she came, she swore she saw stars.

Alexion closed his eyes as he felt her shuddering. There was nothing he'd ever enjoyed more than teasing a woman's body, watching her enjoy the feel of him. And Danger was the sweetest woman he'd ever known. He laid his head against her thigh while his body still throbbed from the want of her.

But he didn't want this to end. For some reason, he wanted to take his time just feeling her skin against his. There was something about her that reached deep inside him and somehow made him live again.

It didn't make sense, but he could feel when he was with her. For the first time in centuries, he did have emotions in a human state. She made him feel even when he didn't want to.

Her black eyes were searing as she sat up slowly, like a hungry lioness. She crouched on the bed in what had to be the sexiest pose he'd ever beheld.

“What are you…”

He didn't get a chance to finish his question before she had him flat on his back, pulling at his pants. Alexion didn't argue as she freed him. He almost choked as she cupped him in her hand. It'd been so long since anyone had touched him like this …

Danger paused at the look on Alexion's face. She'd never known anyone to be so pleased by something so small as a lover's touch. That alone told her just how truly lonely he was. It was almost a crime to have a man like this locked away by himself.

He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply, lovingly. She could tell just how much this meant to him. How much he needed to feel her.

It did something to her. Made her feel a tenderness for him that she wouldn't have thought possible.

He lifted her up then and set her down on him. Danger bit her lip at his fullness inside her. She leaned forward on her hands, which she had braced against his chest, as she rode him slow and easy.

Alexion arched his back to drive himself even deeper into her warm, wet heat. He took one of her hands into his and kissed the palm. She was so precious to him. The feel of her, the heat of her skin. He placed her open palm to his cheek, reveling in the softness, the scent of her flesh.

He wanted to devour her with a savageness that astounded him. Her lithe body slid sensuously against his, setting fire to every inch of him.

He threw his head back as he came in a fierce wave of pleasure.

Danger's eyes actually teared up at the sight of Alexion's climax. It was as if he were being torn asunder by it. And when his gaze met hers, she melted.

He cupped her face in his hands, then gently pulled her forward for one of the sweetest, tenderest kisses she had ever experienced. He didn't speak, but then he didn't have to. The gratitude and admiration on his face said it all.

Danger smiled at him as she slid slowly down his body. She lay in the bed with the scent of Alexion strong in her head. She loved the intimacy of having his naked body wrapped around hers. Her head was resting on his biceps while his breath tickled her neck.

“Thank you, Danger,” he whispered softly.

She rolled over slightly so that she could see him in the early morning light. She hadn't spent a full night with a man since she'd been human. It was so odd to be with one now.

And there was an easy peacefulness to Alexion that hadn't been there before.

“You're welcome,” she said, taking his hand in hers and lifting it so that she could lightly nip his fingers. “I have to say you were incredible.”

“Yeah, well, they don't let me out much.”

She laughed at that as she traced his hard nipple. “I think I'm glad about that.”

He kissed her gently, then urged her back down on the mattress. “You should get a good day's sleep.”

She wrinkled her nose at that. “It's kind of hard. I haven't slept away from my home in centuries. I'm not sure about that daylight that's starting to spill through the curtains either. It's making me a little nervous.”

He wrapped his arms around her and snuggled close. “I won't let it hurt you.”

Warmth spread through her. “It's a nice thought, but even with your powers, I somehow think Apollo might win.”

The room went pitch-black. There was no sign of a single ray of sunshine now. “Sleep in peace, Danger. I won't let anything hurt you. I promise.”

And that was the kindest thing anyone had ever done for her. Her eyes tearing from the strange tenderness that flooded her, she moved her head to kiss his arm, then snuggled down to rest.

She fell asleep with the sensation of his hand gently stroking her hair while he whispered softly to her in a language she didn't understand.

Alexion felt her relax. A slow smile curved his lips as he remembered the way she'd made love to him.

She'd been superb. His lips were still raw from her fanged kisses and he wouldn't have it any other way. But with that feeling of total satiation came the knowledge that what they had at this moment was so fleeting—it was nothing more than a mere blink.

He would remember her forever and she would forget him completely once he left here.

That was Acheron's mandate. No Dark-Hunter could ever remember they had seen him. Those who were saved always had their memories purged.

Her life would go on without him. That had never bothered him before, but today …

Today he wanted more.

Wanting more is the root of all evil. The concept has ruined more lives than it has ever made.

If it wasn't for the fact that he knew it was an echo of Acheron's words, he would almost swear his boss was in his head again.

“Where are you, Ash?” he whispered. “I could really use your guidance right now.”

But it was futile. There was nothing Acheron could tell him that he wanted to hear and he knew it. He was without an out clause. He was without a body or a soul. Literally, he had nothing to offer her. Ever.

He had nothing to offer any woman.

Everything has a price. Nothing is ever free.
His price for not being damned was eternity spent alone.

At least I have this moment.

For that he was grateful and he would not regret it. He wouldn't.

Alexion tensed as he felt that odd prickling sensation of the sfora again.

“If that's you, Stryker, then do your worst.”

If he didn't know better, he'd swear that he heard a voice in his head sneer the words, “I intend to.”

Chapter 14

Danger came awake to something tickling her nose. Shaking her head, she brushed it away, only to have it return again to annoy her.

Aggravated, she opened her eyes to find Alexion kneeling on the floor beside her with a devastatingly gorgeous grin on his face. He laid the rose he'd been tormenting her with down on the mattress in front of her.

“Good evening, beautiful. I was afraid you were going to sleep the night away.”

Danger returned his smile as she stretched and yawned. “What time is it?”

“Almost eight.”

She froze at his words. “What?”

He leaned his chin on the mattress. There was something very innocent and sweet about that gesture. It was wholly unexpected from a man who was capable of the power this one commanded. “I told you. You were sleeping the night away.”

She was completely stunned. She couldn't remember the last time she'd overslept. Come to think of it, she'd never done this before. Six hours a night was her maximum. But this time she'd managed to sleep twelve and she wasn't even in her own bed. How had that happened?