I’m glad he can abruptly shift gears after something like that, but I’m not built that way.
“I’m going to need just another minute,” I say as my legs tremble to punctuate the point.
Damn man is still naked, and my mind is a little feral at the moment.
He smirks over his shoulder, looking really damn proud of himself, as I stare at his incredibly firm ass. He gives me thirty seconds to recover before he reaches his hand down for mine.
I take it, and he easily tugs me up without me even helping him. Since I don’t need to be running around in hell’s belly naked, I go phantom and redress myself.
The sensations are watered down in this form, and I almost feel robbed of the post-orgasmic bliss once again.
“When we get out of here alive, you’re going to do that again to me on a bed,” I tell him as we walk out.
“Who’s your favorite now?” he drawls as he turns and starts backing away, a knowing grin on his face.
“Definitely you,” I say with one hundred percent honesty.
Chapter 5
“How much farther?” Gage whispers as we stop for a second for him to take a few breaths.
A massive spider bat flies through me, and I screech before I can help myself. It’s happened a lot since the lights fully went out about an hour ago.
Two screaming vines lash out, passing through me, and slap Gage right on the ass.
He curses, bolting upright as he casts a glare in my general direction. I can only see with the gray night vision back in place. I doubt he can see at all.
“For the last fucking time, they can’t touch you in that form, so stop screaming. I have welts all over my body because these trees really like your little shrieks.”
“Oops,” I say, very little contrition in my tone.
Closing my eyes, I focus on the guys, reaching out and feeling them nearby.
“Just this way,” I tell him, turning and moving toward their direction. “They must have stopped for the night.”
“With the light down, it’s too dangerous to keep going. We’re getting toward the other side of the forest, and it’ll likely be another battle of survival.”
“You’re not allowed to jump, fall, or stand in the rain. Understood?” I ask him, trying to make light of the situation even as I feel the retroactive fear spike through me like it’s happening all over again.
Exhausted from denying my other form so much, I’m forced to go whole. I grab his hand and guide him easier, hoping we don’t stir another spider-bat.
He releases my hand and slides an arm around my waist, drawing me closer and making walking a tad awkward. I don’t complain, though. I’m not sure why he’s being affectionate, but I certainly have no qualms about it.
His lips brush the top of my head, and I melt a little, leaning into him. Our steps are slow and deliberate, like he’s drawing our bubble-time for a little bit longer.
He’ll probably shove me away in front of the others, and that will suck. But at least I’ll have this memory. It’s a damn good memory. The location of the memory sucks, but the rest is awesome.
“Will more black ice be coming?” I ask warily.
“Yeah. It’ll get more and more frequent the farther away from the fiery lake we get. The screaming vines will continue to get smaller away from their main fire source, which aides in giving us direction.”
“How did you learn all this stuff if this is your first trip to hell’s belly?” I ask him, wondering which books I need to start reading.
“Harold. He’s a balance elder, which means he has very little physical power, but an exceptional amount of knowledge, even though he’s only been around for about a century longer than us. We call him powerful because he’s endured death and came out perfectly balanced—neither good nor evil. He’s the reason we have any books at all, because such things are denied simple surface guardians.”
“Will any of those books give me insight on why you four seem a little moody?” I ask seriously.
He snorts out a laugh as I guide us through a thick grouping of trees.
Just as we get around them, Gage spins me and pins me against one of the ashy trees. My eyes search his face even as my chest rises and falls rapidly.
Fear and excitement always accompanies their mood swings, but right now, it’s just pure unadulterated desire, thanks to his incredible mouth.
The back of his hand ghosts down the side of my face.
“Humans have more balance,” he tells me, pressing closer. “Their emotions are watered down and tempered by that balance. Every emotion we experience is too extreme. We fight feeling anything because it can consume us easily.”
His gaze dips to my mouth, even though I know he can’t really see it. The pad of his thumb brushes over my bottom lip, and his breathing grows heavier.
“And since you came around, we’ve been forced to feel more than we have in a very long time before we leashed those emotions and learned to channel them with Harold’s help and guidance.”
I swallow thickly, even as he continues to touch my mouth and hold me in place.
“How’d he find you?” I ask.
“The summons,” he says as his hand falls away.
He drags me back against his side, and we start walking again, his point now proven. Emotions are definitely more overwhelming when I’m in this form.
They override rational thought and create sort of a primal haze around me. Maybe Harold needs to teach me how to leash my emotions too.
“He was in attendance when we were first called to the graveyard on the day we bonded. We went, even though we were leery. We were so desperate for answers, and we assumed this was going to be that, even if it killed us. Instead, we were given a task. Harold supplied us with weapons and booze, and I guess he felt sorry for us since we had no idea what was going on, so he took us under his wing. In truth, I think he worried someone would kill us if he didn’t help.”
“Just curious, how would one leash their emotions?” I ask, thinking of how easily I’ve been distracted from our predicament just because they have awesome body parts.
It’s rather inconvenient.
He laughs under his breath, but doesn’t answer me. I try to go back phantom to sense the others, but nothing happens.
“I can’t sense the guys like this, but I’m too drained to shift back to my other form,” I say, trying to remember the appropriate direction. “But I think we’re going the right way.”
He keeps me against his side, and we continue to walk.
“I smell a fire now, so I can get us to them,” he murmurs.
“How do you know it’s them? I’ve seen a lot of fire in hell.”
A small bit of laughter spills from his lips. “Hellfire and eternal flames have no scent. This is a handmade, regular, nothing special or harmful about it, fire,” he assures me.
“Let’s just hope it’s not other competitors.”
“I can kill them easily enough,” he says with a shrug.
A yawn escapes me as I start leaning on him a little. Talking about killing apparently bores me. Maybe I’m the psychopath after all.