"I want you, Kyrian." What an understatement that was.
He smiled at her, then drove himself deep inside her. Amanda moaned at the strength of him filling her. Kyrian's head swam at the warmth of her beneath him. If it were possible, she felt even better to him now than she had the hour before. He stared at her face and took delight in her passion-drunk eyes. The flush in her cheeks. She was truly beautiful.
A wave of fierce possession tore through him. A feeling so intense that he had all but forgotten it. He couldn't fathom where it came from, but it rocked his very being.
And it made a mockery of what he'd once felt for Theone. He didn't understand it, and in truth, he didn't dare investigate it. Knowledge of his feelings could only hurt him more. Amanda wrapped her legs around his as she savored each of his long, lush strokes inside her. She'd never dreamed love-making could be like this. Never dreamed of such intense pleasure.
And when her release came, she cried out. Kyrian captured her open lips with his and with three more forceful strokes, he joined her. His breathing ragged, he stared down at her. "I think I'm addicted to you." She smiled a smile that made his heart skip a beat.
"Hey, Kyrian!"
Kyrian barely had time to pull the sheets over them before his bedroom door burst open to show a tall, handsome man in his mid-twenties. Amanda froze as she met Nick's hazel-blue, wide-eyed stare. His dark-brown hair was long, and combed back from his face, and when he smiled, he displayed a deep set of dimples. "I'll be damned, you got laid."
"Nick," he growled. "Get out."
"Yeah, but I have some news on Desiderius that you really want to know. Why don't you throw some clothes on and meet me in the office in a few minutes?" Unabashed, Nick swept another taunting look over them and sauntered out of the room.
"Remind me later, I really need to kill him."
Amanda laughed, until she met his gaze. "You look so different with green eyes," she whispered, placing her hand against his whiskered cheek. He responded by capturing her lips for another scorching kiss. His tongue taunted and teased hers in a possessive way that made her breathless and weak. "What is it about you that I can't resist?"
"My charming personality?" she quipped.
Laughing, he kissed her lightly on the nose. Amanda watched him get out of bed. Her gaze feasted on his bare backside as he crossed the room to his bathroom. She curled up in bed while he took a shower and just remembered the way he'd felt in her arms. His scent clung to her, and she reveled in it. It made her feel as if she belonged to him and yet she knew she never could.
He was a Dark-Hunter and she was an accountant. There had never been two more mismatched people born. Still her heart didn't listen. There was a part of her that wanted him on a level she'd never known existed. And somewhere in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but wonder what it would take to free him of his Dark-Hunter oath.
CHAPTER 9
Kyrian walked down the hallway and opened the door to his office. Nick sat at the antique mahogany desk with his back to him. The black leather reclining office chair squeaked as Nick shifted in the seat while his fingers flew over the keys of the computer keyboard.
It was a familiar sight.
On the Internet, Nick was a demigod, which in hacker terminology meant he could pretty much infiltrate anything, no matter how secure the server. Because of that, Nick, Chris Eriksson, and Daphne Addams had been relegated to designing, maintaining, and securing the Dark-Hunter. Com Web site where the Dark-Hunters and Squires kept all their records and communicated with each other.
It was nice to know Nick was picking up something other than women of questionable morals at school. "So what had you barging into my room?"
Nick glanced over his shoulder with a devilish grin. "Man, you got laid. It's about time."
"Knock it off."
Snorting, Nick turned his attention back to his instant message. "You're the only man I know who can have sex with a woman who looks that good and be in this bad a mood ten minutes later. Damn, didn't you know sex is supposed to make you feel better?"
Kyrian rolled his eyes at his impudent Squire. Rules and regulations had never applied to Nick Gautier. Nor had the boy ever been intimidated by him. Not even on the night he had learned what Kyrian was.
"Nick…" he warned.
Nick opened a small window on the computer and read the message. "Okay, okay. Here's the deal from the Oracles:
"Of Apollite birth and of Daimon born, he is the one who will make you mourn." Through the wine god's blood and bath, he exists as pure wrath.
"To bring him under final control, you must find the Dark-Hunter with a soul."
Kyrian frowned at the riddle, which was the typical garbage given to them by the Oracles. Gods, how he hated them. Just once, couldn't they actually come out and say it in plain, simple language?