Chapter 36
Conlan made it nearly two entire steps inside the dim room behind Riley before his control snapped. He slammed the door shut behind him and yanked her back against him, nearly crushing her in his arms. 'I can't do this, Riley. I can't go into this battle tomorrow with you anywhere near danger. Please don't ask it of me.'
She turned in his arms, put her arms around his neck. 'I don't think it's up to us. I get the feeling that this is some kind of proving ground, and Poseidon is making all the rules. When he put this mark on my back, he put my game piece in play.'
Conlan laughed, the sound of it ringing bitter and hard in his ears. 'Because that's all we are to him. Pawns in some insane chess match.'
Riley touched his face, traced the edge of his lips with one finger. 'Doesn't history teach us that we are only pawns to all of them? My God, your gods, everybody's gods? We play the best game we can, and then we die. Match over. And all we have to show for it is how well we played the game.'
She smiled. 'I think I stretched that metaphor completely out of shape. But you get my meaning.'
He closed his eyes. Focused on the feel of her breath on his skin. The heat exploding up through his body at her touch.
'I don't care about games or gods. Not tonight. All I want is to hold you and burn this moment into my memory for all time,' he said roughly, tightening his arms around her.
'Yes,' she said. Simple and direct. Just
He lifted her, and her legs came up and around his waist. He cried out at the fierce pleasure that pounded through him at her touch. His body hardened, muscles clenching, and he walked, carrying her, until her back was pressed against the wall.
She moaned into his mouth and twined her fingers in his hair, pulling his head toward her as she plunged into his kiss. He shifted his hands until he felt her rounded ass in his palms, and he squeezed and caressed her, pulling her forward so her skirt rode up her thighs and nothing but his pants and the thin silk of her underwear was between them.
It was still too much. He propped her up on one of his thighs and shifted his hands to rip the lace in two and yank the pieces off her. Then he pushed his leg up so that the hardness of his leg rubbed against her wetness.
She moaned and writhed against him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. 'Yes, touch me. Take me, Conlan. I need you.'
He bent to bury his face in her neck, needing to shout out his triumph but wanting to muffle the sound from everyone gathered so near. With a muted growl, he bit at her neck where it curved into her shoulder, then caressed the spot with his tongue, soothing the tiny scrape.
She moaned again and arched into him, frantically pulling at his shirt, trying to get her hands on his skin. He ripped his shirt up out of his pants with one hand, unbuckled his belt and unzipped in seconds. Before he could do anything else, she put her hands on his shoulders and used them to lift up a little.
Then, looking into his eyes the entire time, she centered herself and slid down on his erection, wrapping him in her heat and wetness. He couldn't help it, he shouted out her name. Grabbed her delicious ass again and squeezed. Lifting her and driving into her again and again, watching pleasure glaze her eyes until they fluttered closed.
Then he stopped. She whimpered, blinked at him. 'Why did you stop?'
Slowly, inch by inch, he lowered her onto his shaft again, watching her face. 'Because I need to see you while I take you. I need to look into your eyes and see into your soul, my Riley,
He pulled back out of her, drove in again to the hilt, loving the sound of her gasp. 'I want you to take me and know that I am yours as well.'
She lifted up, feminine muscles clinging to his cock even as she pulled away from him. Torturing him with her deliberateness. 'Now and forever, Conlan. No matter what the gods may have in mind for us, there will never be another for me. You are my only. My happily ever after. My love. My soul.'
With the words, she seated herself on him, pushing against him until she could take no more.
There was no more to take.
Then stopped, surrounding him, tightening around him, his hardness entirely sheathed in her heat. His heart sheathed in hers.
Simultaneously, they swept aside any remaining barriers between their two souls.
And light and color blasted through his world—her world—their world. They stood trembling in a maelstrom of cerulean and aqua and silvery green. The music of rainbows lilted through them, around them, piercing them as they stood. A fountain of need, of longing, of utter fulfillment cascaded around them and into them until he could not tell where he ended and she began.
Worlds trembled on the verge of awakening, and stars burst into firestorms of radiance. Riley's soul opened to him, and he claimed it for his own.
She did the same with his.
And the fire, fury, and raging power of the elements soared through him and out of him into her, and he had a microsecond of time to wonder how such passion could explode without creating new life, but then she was screaming in his mind and the universe went supernova around them.
He fell to his knees, still cradling her in his arms, too weak to stand. She gasped for air, her breathing in time with his.
When she finally lifted her head, her face was almost too beautiful for his vision to bear. 'What happened? Did the world end?' she whispered.
'That, I think, was the soul-melding,' he replied, barely able to form words. 'According to legend, it only grows more intense as time passes.'
She blinked. 'We're never going to survive it.'
It was a long time before he could quit laughing enough to catch his breath and carry her to the cot in the corner. There he held her throughout the hours until dawn and watched her sleep. Thanking the gods for the gift of her love. Vowing his life to protect her.
Light flashed through the room, a lightning strike of energy that scorched across his vision.
Poseidon's answer, perhaps. Now if Conlan only knew what in the nine hells it meant.
A few too-short hours later, Riley sat in a corner of Quinn's war room, hands cradling a mug of coffee. She couldn't stop watching Conlan. Her fierce warrior had so easily taken command of the planning and dominated the room. Even in a roomful of alpha males, he would always be the one who dominated.
For a man who didn't believe he had what it took to rule, he had the look of a king stamped into every hard line of his face.
And he wanted her to be his queen. The thought was too enormous to wrap her mind around, especially now. On the eve of a full-out assault of the vampire lair. She'd think about it later. She was getting damn good at denial.
Jack was pointing something out on the map. 'These are concrete walls, it's not like we can blast through them. If Quinn's contact doesn't come through for us, we're fucked.'
Quinn, looking like a stiff wind would knock her down, merely nodded, face grim. 'He'll be there. Don't you think I've tested his information on smaller issues before trusting him with something like this? He believes that Barrabas's way is wrong, and that the undead should return to the old ways.'
'Eating people in the shadows?' Ven asked, voice flat.
'No, coexisting with humans without trying to conquer us,' Quinn replied. 'He has existed on animal blood for centuries, except for the rare voluntary donation.'
'So he claims,' Conlan pointed out. 'No matter. We are committed to proceed on this information. May the gods have mercy on him if he has betrayed us.'
The icy wind that seemed to be Alaric's calling card swirled through the room, coalesced into his dark form
