"How many women have you had beneath you, Speirr?" She was horrified by her words, but wanted to know and was too young to realize just how foolish her question was.
He stopped moving inside her and pulled back to stare down into her eyes. "Only you, Nyn. I'm as virgin as you are. I've had other women offer themselves to me, but you're the only one I dream of holding."
Her heart soared. Smiling, she wrapped her legs around his lean, naked hips. She cupped his face in her hands and pulled him down to her until their noses touched.
"Oh, Speirr," Sunshine whispered, holding him close.
Talon went rigid in her arms.
In the last thousand years, no one other than Ceara had ever used his real name. And only one woman had ever said his name the way Sunshine did just now.
It wasn't just what she said, it was the cadence of her voice when she'd said it. The shiver it had sent down his spine.
"What did you call me?"
Sunshine bit her lip as she realized her slip. Oh jeez, he probably thought she was calling him by another
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) man's name. He would have no memory of his former life. Nor should she. She didn't know where these flashbacks were coming from.
All she knew was that they were freaking her out.
Her grandmother was really into past-life regression and had raised her with a devout respect for reincarnation. One thing Grandma Morgan had tutored her well on was that when you're reborn, you always forget your former life.
Why, then, did she remember him?
"I was clearing my throat," she said, hoping he would buy it. "What did you think I called you?"
Talon relaxed. Maybe he was hearing things. Maybe it was what this woman made him feel that was dredging up his long-forgotten memories. Or maybe it was the guilt he felt for wanting her the way he did.
Only Nynia had ever made him really burn like this.
Sunshine was so different. She made him feel even when he didn't want to. Even when he fought against it.
She buried her hands in his hair and pulled him down so that she could nibble his jaw. The feel of her hands on him, the warmth of her body under his…
He lowered himself over her, and buried his lips against her shoulder where he could taste the salt of her skin.
Talon sighed deeply. Contentedly.
Then, to his deepest aggravation, his phone rang.
Cursing, Talon answered it and found Acheron on the other end.
"I need you to guard the woman tonight. Keep her at your place."
Talon frowned. He wondered briefly how Ash knew Sunshine was with him, but the man's powers were nothing if not scary. "I thought you told me to stay away from her."
"Things have changed."
Talon bit back a moan as Sunshine nuzzled his nipple with her teeth. Keeping her here was far from a hardship. "Are you sure I'm not needed tonight?"
"Yes." Acheron hung up.
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) Talon tossed the phone aside and looked at Sunshine with a devilish grin. This night just got a whole lot better.
Chapter 8
It was near midnight when Ash left Club Runningwolf's.
Where the hell was Talon? He should be out on the streets, patrolling.
Ash had been trying to reach him for hours.
He called Nick again only to find out that Nick had neither seen nor heard from Talon either.
This was so unlike the Celt. He could sense that Talon was all right and not hurt, and if he wanted to, he could track Talon down. But Ash had never been that intrusive with his powers. Having been hunted and stalked, he couldn't bear to do that to anyone else. Not unless it was a dire emergency.
Free will was not something he would tamper with lightly.
As Ash returned the phone to his jacket, the hair on the back of his neck stood up.
"Look how helpless she is…"
"Yes, but she's strong enough to feed us all."
The voices whispered through his mind much like Spider-Man's spidey-sense…
And the wall-crawler thought he had super powers.
Pah-lease.
Ash closed his eyes and located the source of the voices. Four male and two female Daimons were in an alley offRoyal Street . He started for his motorcycle, then stopped himself. There was no way he'd reach them in time by conventional means.
Glancing around, he made sure no one could see him, then he gathered the ions in the air around him. He let his body disintegrate into nothingness and used his powers to bend the physics of time and matter.
Unseen, he whispered through the city, straight to the alley where they had a woman cornered. She stood cringing, surrounded by the Daimons, her arms wrapped about her.
"Please don't hurt me," she begged. "Just take my purse and leave me alone.
"
The tallest Daimon raked his hand through her hair and smiled evilly. "Oh, this won't hurt. Not for long anyway.
"
Acheron solidified. He summoned a shield for the woman, to protect and confuse her. In her mind, she would see and remember an unknown figure scaring her attackers away.
In reality, he whistled.