Skykeepers

which, incredibly, was little more than a thin scar now. “What is your gut telling you to do?”

Sasha couldn’t make herself look away from his damned gorgeous green eyes. In that instant, she realized she didn’t give a damn what logic dictated, didn’t care what it said about her sanity. She wanted him. Call it incense, instability, or magic; she didn’t care. For too long she’d been unable to take anything for herself, and this was what she wanted. He was what she wanted; he had been since she’d first awakened from the fantasy, warm and wanting, and feeling so damned lonely she’d nearly howled when she opened her eyes and he wasn’t there.

“No offense,” she said, “but I’m pretty sure these impulses are coming from significantly south of my heart.” She was trying to keep it light, trying not to let him know how much the dreams had meant to her. But, in tacit acceptance, she took the last half step that separated them, watching as his eyes blurred, hearing as his breath hitched, and feeling as he shifted to align his body with hers, though they weren’t yet touching.

“Then we’ve already got something in common.” He reached for her, cupping one big, capable hand along her jaw and holding her there as he leaned in and touched his lips to hers.

Under any other circumstance, Sasha would’ve drawn back at his words, which all but spelled out

“only sex, no strings.” But just then, with her body alight and her brain spinning with incense and desire, the proviso sounded right. And his touch was perfect. The contact brought sparks of light and heat, a sizzle of connection and a sense of oh, yes that rippled through her in waves, reverberating and overlapping, heightening as she murmured her pleasure and crowded closer.

Something buzzed at the back of her brain.

At first she thought it was a warning alarm, her unreliable instincts telling her this was a bad idea.

Moments later, though, Michael hissed a curse and yanked away from her, putting his big body between her and the door.

A seam appeared in the overlapping stones. Someone was coming in!

Michael crowded her back, sandwiching her between the carved wall and the heavy press of his body armor. His scent surrounded her, sharp and male, resonating with the taste of him. Without thinking, she pressed against him, reaching to touch his hips beneath the armor. His solid strength and the overwhelming thereness of him was an anchor, making her feel far safer than she knew she should.

But it had been so long since anyone had been anywhere for her, she’d take what she could get.

He tapped his throat mike and whispered, “Is that you guys? Fuck. They’re here.”

Sasha tightened her grip on him. “That’s not your friends, is it?” she whispered as the crack widened, then stilled. From the other side she caught a snatch of low-voiced conversation, some sort of debate. Was the mechanism jammed, or was the hesitation part of a plan, another layer of torture?

Michael glanced back at her, expression resolute as he said very quietly, “I’m going to cast a shield.

Cross your fingers that they don’t have a magic-sniffer with them.” He drew the carved knife from his belt and sliced it sharply across his palm in a move that was all too familiar to her and brought bad memories. Blood welled, looking black in the orange firelight.

Shit, she thought. The torches. There was no way Ia go’s men could fail to notice the flames, or the smoky air. “Should we kill the lights?” she asked, feeling like an idiot for buying into his paradigm even far enough to ask the question. But what if the tiny fireball hadn’t been an illusion? What if—

She squelched the thought, unable to go there after so many years of denial.

“They’d still smell the incense,” he answered in a low whisper. “But if we’re lucky and they don’t have a pilli with them, the shield magic should confuse all five of their senses.” He closed his eyes, his face settling into lines of deep concentration as blood dripped from his palm. When the first drop hit the stone floor, Sasha thought she heard a bell chime, and wondered if that meant his magic was working.

Then she wondered whether she’d crossed the border into Crazytown. Because as the door crept open, all she could do was pray that whatever he was doing worked.

Moments later, though, he opened his eyes and bit off a curse. “Nothing, damn it. I can’t find the blood magic. I don’t know—” He broke off and turned to her abruptly, his eyes hard and hot, and more than a little wild. “I’m sorry,” he said inexplicably.

Then, without any other preliminaries, he moved into her, plastered her against the wall with his big, hard, fully aroused body. And kissed her.

Shock held Sasha motionless as his lips touched hers. The first sizzle of contact arced from him to her and back again, and all she could think was Oh, and then Yes. She might have said the words aloud, because her lips parted and he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue within to touch hers. His taste was potent and masculine; his strength surrounded her, pressed into her, made her feel that she was safe despite the danger. That she wasn’t alone. That finally there was someone on her side.

A red-gold haze rose up inside her, clouding her vision and mind, making the moment all about Michael’s kiss. It somehow ceased to matter that he might be just as bug-crazy as Ambrose had been, and that a rumbling noise warned that the door was opening the rest of the way. What mattered was that Michael was holding her, kissing her. And it was vitally, elementally important that she kiss him back.

So she did.

CHAPTER FIVE

With his access to his normal blood magic blocked—maybe because of the nature of the chamber, maybe because the lure of sex magic was so damn strong—Michael had little choice. He kissed Sasha, swallowing her gasp openmouthed and taking it deep with more heat than finesse. And damned if she didn’t kiss him right back.

Unprepared for her cooperation—hell, unprepared for her—he lost himself in the moment. Her taste was sweet, like the soft, light energy that sang through her, making him feel dark, hard, and hot in comparison.

Danger! his brain warned when his control started to slip.

Ending the kiss and calling on the power it had brought, he summoned the chameleon shield from a seemingly bottomless well of sex magic that was suddenly his to command. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the magic shimmered to life, curling sinuously around the doorway just as the stone panel slid fully open to reveal a small group of heavily armed gray-robes.

There was no shout of discovery, no sudden turmoil. The shield was working, and whatever a pilli was, it hadn’t shown up yet.

Still, the enemy was very near. The dark warrior in Michael was acutely aware of their positions on the other side of the chameleon spell. At the same time, he was wholly conscious of the woman in his arms.

Sasha twined herself around him, her fingers buried in his hair as she kissed him back, wet and hot, her greed matching his own. Keenly aware that whatever was between them right now was way more about the magic than it was about either or both of them, he broke the kiss, cupping her face to hold her still. “That was enough to trigger the spell.”

She looked beyond him to the curving wall of not-light that swirled near the doorway, her lips forming an O of surprise. Then she whispered, “Magic.” He couldn’t tell whether the word was a question or a curse.

“Sex magic,” he said. He meant it as a clarification, but the words hung between them. “Physical intimacy is another way to access Nightkeeper power.” Granted, the highest levels of such magic belonged to the gods- destined mated pairs, but he’d been able to lean on Sasha for enough of a boost to jump-start his shield. More evidence that she’s mageborn , he thought. Not to mention that it’d been a far stronger boost than he’d expected, more than he’d gotten when he and Jade had been lovers.

Maybe that was because Sasha’s was a stronger bloodline, maybe because he was better trained now, or the end-time was a year closer. “The shield is up,” he continued. “We don’t have to take this any further. Probably shouldn’t.” Desire howled, but he held on to his control. Barely.

Eyes intent on the shield, she reached past him and caressed the magic as she had done moments earlier