Jewel of Atlantis

She drew on that knowledge now, the only sensual knowledge she possessed.

Trying for a casual tone, she said, 'I'd caress my hands over his chest and back, of course, while he kissed me. With tongue. His fingers would slide between my legs, sinking inside me, moving in and out while I arched my hips. And I'd be so, so wet. And when I screamed his name, begging him to fuck me —'

'Did you just drop the F bomb?' he asked, incredulous, cutting her off.

'Yes. He'd lick my breasts, sucking my nipples into his mouth, and impale me with his thick, hard penis. I would wrap my legs—'

'That's enough!' Gray's body couldn't take much more. He was rock hard and tense, ready to explode. Just from her words. When had that ever happened?

He cleared his throat and flopped to his back. 'Christ, I get the picture. And I'm seriously considering renaming you Blaze Champagne.'

There, she thought smugly. Now he'd never again call her Prudence or assume she wouldn't know what to do with a man in bed. 'What kind of name is Blaze Champagne?' She already knew the answer. She wanted him to say it, though, to hear the words aloud.

'The naughty kind reserved for porn stars, that's what. Fuck me, indeed.'

A wide smile lifted her lips. 'Have I offended your innocent ears? If so, you can just fuck off, Mr. Monk .' Being naughty was more fun than she ever could have imagined. She hadn't felt so lighthearted in— ever.

'Jesus. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?'

'My mother's dead.' She said it simply, merely stating a fact.

'God, Jewel, I'm sorry.' Contrite, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around her forearm, squeezing gently. The heat of his grip banished any lingering cold caused by the wind. 'I never would have said that if I'd known.'

'It happened so long ago, I barely remember her.' 'Still, I shouldn't have said it and I'm sorry.'

His hand left her, and she heard the zip of his bag, a rustle of movement, a crack—almost like glass breaking. A golden glow of light erupted, surrounding them in a luminescent halo. Gray held a long, thin tube, she saw, eyelids closing to half-mast to dim the bright rays.

'What is that?' The object fascinated her, as she'd never seen its like. It looked as if he were holding pure fire in his hands.

'It's got a technical name, but I just call it a glow stick.' Gray's gaze met hers, and he claimed her fascination. The cloth he'd worn on his head had slipped off, so his pale hair was plastered to his scalp. Streaks of green and black paint remained on his cheeks, but most of it had washed away.

Droplets of water trickled from his forehead to his nose, then onto the leaves. His lashes were black and I spiky, his eyes a liquid silver, as mesmerizing as the water itself. Her gaze devoured him.

He smoothed away a dark strand of hair from her forehead. His fingers were callused but, oh, so gentle. The night air should have made her miserable by this point, but the chill barely touched her wet body. A growing sense of warmth and lassitude wove through her, starting exactly where he'd touched her.

As he studied her, his lips dipped into a frown. 'Have we met before? I mean, sometimes when I look at you, I'd swear I've seen you before.'

She'd dreamed of just such a circumstance, of meeting him; she'd wanted it, craved it, but the answer was an unequivocal no. 'I promise you, we have never met in person until this night.'

'Still.' He shrugged away the mystery. 'Be honest. Are you really all right?'

'Yes. Promise. How do you feel?' She longed to reach out and trace her fingers over his face. Had the poisons begun weakening him yet?

The question popped into her mind, reminding her that they had not yet escaped all danger. Had the demon and vampire poison already begun to interweave, clashing together, fighting for dominance? Destroying Gray little by little?

Nausea churned in her stomach, rising to fill her throat. She could not let this wonderfully alive man die. There had to be a way... something to do... but at the moment, no miraculous answer came to her.

Arms stretching over his head, he twisted each vertebra of his spine. 'I'm good to go. Stronger than ever.'

He did look healthy and capable, his skin bright with color, his eyes sparkling. Maybe the venoms wouldn't affect him, she thought hopefully. Maybe she worried for nothing.

'Come on,' he said. 'We've hung around here too long. We need shelter ASAP.'

He pushed to his feet with the agility of a jungle cat and readjusted his bag over his shoulder, one hand continuing to keep the glow stick elevated, lighting the surrounding area.

She, too, pushed up, her movements a bit slower and less sprightly than his. As she shifted her weight to her feet, her knees shook. Dizziness struck her, and she massaged her fingertips into her temple.

Gray wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her up. 'Lean on me.'

'I'll be fine,' she said, stepping from him. Gods, he'd felt so good, but she would not be a hindrance. At last her vision cleared, and she said, 'I can lead us to shelter. Follow me.'

'With pleasure. Your robe is sticking to your skin, so I can see the outline of your a—' 'Gray!'

He chuckled.

'Your gaze better remain straight ahead.'

'Ah, come on. Cage Prudence, and let Blaze come out and play.'

Smothering a laugh, Jewel moved in front of him, her hands covering the object in question. 'We'll need to stay along the river's edge.'

'Take your time. I'll just be enjoying the view. Your fingers don't hide anything, baby.'

'Incorrigible,' she muttered with a falsely grim shake of her head. He wasn't like this with everyone, only his family and co-workers. For everyone else, even his women, he usually presented a gruff, take-no-prisoners persona. The fact that he favored her enough to tease her delighted her. 'This way.'

Time passed in agonizing slowness as they maneuvered through trees, bushes and thick, wet sand. Knowing Marina would expect her to avoid civilization, Jewel led them toward the Inner City.

The breeze soon dried her clothes, making the material stiff, unbending. But at least they weren't sticking to her bottom! Insects were eerily silent, and night prowlers stayed away.

'Jewel,' Gray said softly. 'Something's wrong with me.'

She glanced at him over her shoulder, then stopped abruptly. His eyes had lost their teasing light, and now blazed with pain, the lids lowering slowly, then snapping wide open as he struggled to remain awake. His normally bronzed skin was pale and pallid, with a greenish tint. Sweat dripped from him.

It had begun.

Intense fear raking her, she said, 'We're almost there. Focus on me, on my voice, and I'll lead us to safety.'A wave of dizziness must have hit him because he swayed on his feet. He closed his eyes and pressed his fingers into his temples. 'What's wrong with me?' His voice emerged as weak and unsteady as his legs.

She didn't answer, but she did race to him. He was so tall, the top of her head barely brushed over his shoulder, but she wrapped a supporting arm around him, opening her mind to his. The wall she'd encountered inside the demon fortress was still gone, and his thoughts instantly slammed into her. The pain. Can't give in to the pain. Must get Jewel to safety.

The vampire and demon poisons battled inside him, and she knew his blood heated to a boil. His limbs ached with the sting of a thousand needles. His head throbbed and pulsed like a war drum.

'Lean on me,' she coaxed.

'No. No help.' He tried to tug from her clasp, but didn't have the strength. His arms fell weakly to his sides, the tube of light stretching its rays across the twig-laden ground. 'I... can do... it on my own.'

She knew multiple betrayals at his job had conditioned him to rely on no one. One partner had abandoned him, another tried to kill him. Another had left him behind to save himself. In his weakened condition, that ingrained, self-reliant instinct surfaced with renewed force. She knew that, and was determined to destroy it.

'Gray,' she said softly, gently. With her free hand, she claimed the glow stick and held it up, encompassing them in golden brilliance once again.