She opened her mouth to press, but he pinned her with a look and said firmly, “Nothing.”
Bending, he scooped up her discarded clothes. The movement cast shadows on his features, and she saw the new lines of fatigue, the exhaustion that etched his mouth and eyes. Her fault. She’d taken what he could little afford to share.
And she had to admit, she felt pretty damned good, all things considered. Thirsty, hungry, sore, but more in the way of an inconvenience than a major liability.
“Do you have more sugar?” she asked.
He reached down again and snared his coat and fished through a pocket. He came up with a mint, held it out to her, his expression solemn.
“Not for me! For you.”
He just stood there, holding the candy out to her.
Bounding to her feet, she took it. His eyes dipped to her breasts as they bounced and swayed. She laughed.
“What?”
“I’m thinking that tired as you are…no, more than tired…drained, you still look at me as though you want to tumble me on my back and—” She broke off as he grabbed her wrists and yanked her hard against him.
He lowered his face to her neck, traced his tongue along her pulse. “I do. I want to tumble you back and take my time making love to you. Hours upon hours. But I don’t have that luxury right now. Later, I promise.”
The paper crinkled as he unwrapped the mint and held it to her mouth.
“Not for me,” she protested again, but he pressed it against her lips.
But she’d learned from the master. Why argue, when agreement would suit as well or better? She opened her mouth and let him slide the candy inside.
Then, coming up on her toes, she twined her arms around his neck and brought her mouth to his. When he opened for her tongue, she slipped him the candy and danced away.
He watched her through narrowed eyes. “You’ll pay for that.”
“Promises, promises.”
There was a lightness to her mood that didn’t match their situation. They were still stranded in the Underworld, still uncertain of how to move forward or how to get out.
When she said as much, Alastor replied, “We’re together. You’ll watch my back. I’ll watch yours. We’ll figure it out.”
She stared at him, his words leaving her all warm and glowy.
“What?” he asked again, exasperated now.
“You said ‘we,’ not ‘I.’ You said ‘We’ll figure it out.’”
His lips twitched. “I wouldn’t put much faith in that, love. I’m merely pandering to your need for equality in a relationship. Catch.” He tossed her her clothes.
She pulled on her pants while he pulled on his slacks, but her shirt posed a problem. He’d torn it up the middle.
Lifting her head, she found him watching her with a hungry expression, his gaze fixed on her naked breasts. He was shirtless, wearing his slacks and shoes.
Without a word, he held his shirt out to her. There was a tear in the arm, stained dark rust with his blood, and a hole halfway down the back, also ringed in a circle of dried blood. She glanced at him and saw that those wounds had healed. Not even a faint scar remained. Then she looked back at the shirt. The holes weren’t the problem. The problem was that his shirt was white and when she put it on, the dark rings of her areolas were clearly visible through the cloth.
“Too distracting,” Alastor said. “Take it off.”
“And that will be less distracting how?” But she slid the shirt off her shoulders and handed it to him.
He snagged her knife and trimmed off the bottom half, folded it double, then cut two holes. She had no idea what he was about until he came up behind her, slid a hole up each arm, wrapped the cloth around to the front, crossed it over, and brought it to the back.
“There’s just enough for a knot.” His breath brushed the back of her neck and she shivered.
She looked down and realized he’d created a sort of wrapped, cropped top that offered modesty when she slid the remains of his shirt over it.
“Innovative.”
He smiled. “When I have to be.”
“But you prefer not to be.”
“I dislike the unexpected.”
She tiptoed up and pressed a brief kiss to his lips. “I’m getting that impression.”
He picked up his jacket and held it up before him. She expected him to put it on. Instead, he turned it end over end, and seemed to be measuring length. She watched him from the corner of her eye as she laced up her boots. He cut long strips from the back of the jacket, tied them together, then yanked on the ends to test the strength of the knots.
Apparently satisfied with his handiwork, he looped his makeshift rope around his waist, then hers. “The river tore us apart once. I’m not losing you again, love.”
And she wasn’t planning on arguing that.
Taking her hand, he drew her to the edge of the water.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Not exactly.”
He nodded, then jumped, dragging her with him.
Sins of the Soul
Eve Silver's books
- Sins of the Father
- Sins of the Demon
- Feral Sins
- Sins of the Night
- Sins of the Flesh
- Ascendancy of the Last
- Blood of Aenarion
- Broods Of Fenrir
- Burden of the Soul
- Caradoc of the North Wind
- Cause of Death: Unnatural
- City of Ruins
- Dark of the Moon
- Demons of Bourbon Street
- Edge of Dawn
- Eye of the Oracle
- Freak of Nature
- Heart of the Demon
- Lady of Devices
- Lance of Earth and Sky
- Last of the Wilds
- Legacy of Blood
- Legend of Witchtrot Road
- Lord of the Wolfyn
- Of Gods and Elves
- Of Wings and Wolves
- Prince of Spies
- Professor Gargoyle
- Promise of Blood
- Secrets of the Fire Sea
- Shadows of the Redwood
- Sin of Fury
- Smugglers of Gor
- Sword of Caledor
- Sword of Darkness
- Talisman of El
- Threads of Desire (Spellcraft)
- Tricks of the Trade
- Visions of Magic
- Visions of Skyfire
- Well of the Damned
- Wings of Tavea
- Wings of the Wicked
- A Bridge of Years
- Chronicles of Raan
- Dawn of Swords(The Breaking World)
- A Draw of Kings
- Hunt the Darkness (Guardians of Eternity)
- Lord of the Hunt
- Master of War
- Mistfall(Book One of the Mistfall Series)
- The Gates of Byzantium
- The House of Yeel
- The Oath of the Vayuputras: Shiva Trilogy 3
- The Republic of Thieves #1
- The Republic of Thieves #2
- Edge of Dawn
- A Quest of Heroes
- Mistress of the Empire
- Servant of the Empire
- Gates of Rapture
- Reaper (End of Days)
- This Side of the Grave
- Magician's Gambit (Book Three of The Belgariad)
- Skin Game: A Novel of the Dresden Files
- Murder of Crows
- The Queen of the Tearling
- A Tale of Two Castles
- Mark of the Demon
- Blood of the Demon
- The Other Side of Midnight
- Vengeance of the Demon: Demon Novels, Book Seven (Kara Gillian 7)
- Cold Burn of Magic
- Of Noble Family
- Wrath of a Mad God ( The Darkwar, Book 3)
- King of Foxes
- Daughter of the Empire
- Mistress of the Empire
- Krondor : Tear of the Gods (Riftwar Legacy Book 3)
- Shards of a Broken Crown (Serpentwar Book 4)
- Rise of a Merchant Prince
- End of Days (Penryn and the End of Day #3)
- Servant of the Empire
- Talon of the Silver Hawk
- Shadow of a Dark Queen
- The Cost of All Things
- The Wicked (A Novella of the Elder Races)
- Night's Honor (A Novel of the Elder Races Book 7)
- Born of Silence
- Born of Shadows
- Kiss of the Night (Dark Hunter Series – Book 7)
- Born Of The Night (The League Series Book 1)
- The Council of Mirrors
- Born of Ice
- Born of Fire
- Born of Defiance
- Gates of Paradise (a Blue Bloods Novel)