Eternal Craving (25 page)

Jenna wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest. “We don’t need a ceremony that you can’t remember. We don’t need a lot of people watching.” She looked up at him. “Let’s do it now.”

Al scanned the area. They were out of sight of everyone. He nodded. When she would’ve spoken, he placed a finger over her lips.

She couldn’t help it. Jenna slid her tongue over the tip of his finger and watched his gaze darken.

“Don’t distract me.”

He clasped his bottom lip with his teeth and then released it, providing a distraction of his own. The damp sheen of it stirred something primal and sexual in her.

His gaze grew serious. “If at any time you can’t go on, just turn and walk back out. I want you safe.”

“I won’t be turning around, and I’ll always be safe with you.” She was sure of that.

There was nothing more to be said. Al backed up farther and then released his soul.

Jenna decided she’d never be able to see the Allosaurus materialize without experiencing a breathless moment of wonder. She controlled her need to gulp. The massive body looked way too substantial. She’d have to trust that when she reached him she wouldn’t just bounce off his body. But then she saw the man waiting within the beast and knew everything would be okay.

Taking a deep breath, she began walking. And when she reached his beast, Jenna took a leap of faith and didn’t slow down. She passed through him and into him. Then the world as she knew it disappeared.

His beast’s world was a blur of vibrant colors and unspeakable savagery. But it didn’t shock her. She knew this world because of him and what she’d read of this time. Still, treading in his pack’s footsteps, watching them bring down a hapless plant eater, smelling the scents of blood and hunger, and then seeing them feed, almost made her bolt.

And when the Al of that long-past time turned his massive head to look at her, she froze. Fear trembled through her as she scanned the area for a tree big enough to climb. Then she forced herself to relax, to remember. She was a spectator to his life, not a participant. She wouldn’t die here.

As the pattern of his beast’s life passed before her in ever-quickening scenes, she wondered why Fin would think it could drive her insane. It would be a weak woman who couldn’t survive this. She was feeling pretty smug about the whole thing and anxious for it all to be over so she could touch Al again.

Then everything changed. She was in a different place, in a different time. Jenna instinctively knew this was the time “before,” the time that Fin refused to discuss with his men.

This
was the stuff of insanity.

Terror hammered at her—unreasoning, unrelenting. The world around her was dark, with the spiraling shapes of alien-looking buildings towering over streets filled with indescribable carnage. Death swept out of swirling, black, death-clouds. It came in the form of giant, wingless machines like none she’d ever seen before. In the distance, she could hear explosions and see fires lighting the darkness.

I’m only a spectator, a spectator, a spectator
. This time the mantra didn’t work. She could
feel
the evil—oppressive, heavy, moving like a massive rolling blanket of misery and death. And it was coming her way.

It would catch her, smother her within its terrifying folds, and she’d never reach Al. Never, never, never.

Jenna ran. She didn’t know where, or why, or how she’d outrace the spreading extinction of all life in this city. Because that’s what was coming, and she had to find Al. She sobbed as she ran, felt the tears trailing down her face only to be swept away by the sudden wind that whipped up debris from the chaotic streets.

The smell of death gagged her, but she couldn’t stop long enough to throw up. Couldn’t stop, couldn’t stop.

Her breaths came in tortured gasps, and her legs felt ready to collapse under her, but she kept going. A shadow detached itself from the darkness, and for a moment she thought it was Al. No, not Al, but someone else. Someone she knew. A glint of silver and the shadow was gone. But she couldn’t stop to think. Had to keep going. Had to find Al.

She’d never understood the saying about something breathing down your neck. Jenna understood it now. Death had a hot, fetid breath, and he was reaching for her. She strained to get one more burst of speed from pumping lungs and a pounding heart that had no more to give. She closed her eyes and screamed Al’s name.

Without warning, strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her against a warm, solid chest. A
familiar
chest. She sobbed into Al’s shirt as he ran his hand over her hair and made low, comforting sounds. And when he spoke, she somehow knew the words weren’t his.

“You touch my soul, Jenna. You touch what I am, what I once was, and what I will be.”

She wasn’t surprised when the ritual response formed in her mind. “I accept what you share with me today—your love, your soul. I give my love and my soul in return.”

His lips brushed hers as he murmured the last words. “Take what is mine, and let it join us forever.”

Their kiss was long and deep, filled with acceptance of past suffering and joy in all their tomorrows. Jenna finally understood the power of what she’d briefly touched in the tea house. It was love to the power of ten. Okay, maybe eleven. And yes, that was the over-the-top tabloid writer speaking, but who cared?

She could
feel
the part of him she shared. It was the heat of the sun after a long, cold winter. And she knew she’d never tire of rolling around in it. Naked. With him. Also naked.

Which gave her ideas. “Let’s go home. Now.”

His smile was a sexy twist of his lips, and his eyes blazed his erotic intent. “Sounds good to me.”

Al sat on the park bench in Ritten house Square. It was almost dawn. After making love with so much intensity that he knew his shouts must’ve wakened everyone in the condo, he’d gathered Jenna to him and fallen asleep.

He woke a little later with a sense of someone calling him. Jenna was deep in exhausted sleep, and feeling her warmth curled against him, he almost ignored the summons. But he wanted to know.

Pulling on his clothes, he’d left the condo. Now he sat enjoying a feeling he’d never experienced before. He was totally happy. No rage against his new life, against Fin. The joy came with a sense of freedom, and he just let it soak in.

Al was almost ready to believe he’d dreamed the call when Fin emerged from the darkness and sat down next to him.

“Two down, seven to go. Plus Zero.”

“Why’d you call me?” Al wanted to get back to Jenna. “Oh, and Kione sent a message. Power always has its price.”

Fin simply nodded. He didn’t look Al’s way. “I gave Ty a wedding gift, and now I have one for you.”

For him? Al was intrigued in spite of himself. He waited.

“You’ve always wondered why you hate me so much.” Fin held up his hand. “I know, I know. You’d say it isn’t really hate. But it is.” His silver hair gleamed and sparkled.

“Whatever.” Al wondered about that hair. The silver seemed to glow even when there wasn’t a light source.

Fin finally turned his head to meet Al’s gaze. “I’m going to give you a slice of your memory to explain why.”

Al barely had time to register what Fin had said before he was flung into a different place, a familiar place. Buildings he knew rose on either side of the street where he lay. The dark sky was filled with roiling clouds and death.

He was dying. He knew it, accepted it. They’d fought for days, but now his friends and family lay dead around him. No more reason to fight, to live. He closed his eyes.

And when he opened them, someone was leaning over him. Rage surged through him, giving him temporary strength. He tried to rise, to strike at the face, but he couldn’t. He fell back, unable to move.

“I need your soul.” The voice was not one he knew, but it represented something hated.

“Never.”

“Life beyond this time, this place. Forever. That is what I offer you to night. And since I don’t feel that you’re emotionally able to make a wise choice right now, I’ll make it for you.”

There was a touch of amusement in the voice that made him hate its owner even more.

The face came closer, and only two things registered before everything went black.

Long silver hair.

And the word “enemy.”

“You know, I think Zero fits. The beginning, the end. It’s whatever you want it to be. Fin was complimenting you.” Seir grinned. He liked his reasoning.

The man standing at the edge of the roof staring down at traffic made a rude noise. “That’s crap and you know it. Fin wanted me to know he thought I was nothing, worthless.” He reached down to stroke Balan.

The black jaguar turned his head to study Seir from golden eyes.
“You hid your identity from me when last we met. That is not the act of a friend.”

“I’m no one’s friend.”
And then he pushed the jaguar from his mind.

Seir didn’t walk over to join them. Heights bothered him. A weakness he wasn’t proud of. “Fin’s not stupid. He knows what you are.”

The man turned away from the edge, his long, dark-red hair swinging in a glittering arc behind him. He walked over to where Seir stood. “He’s grown stronger. I couldn’t…What’s the vernacular in this time period?”

“Whip his ass?”

“I suppose that will do. He fought me to a draw.”

“Guess you need to practice harder.”

“Maybe I should begin practicing by heaving
your
ass off this roof.” His smile was a slash of wicked enjoyment at the thought.

Seir contemplated the idea with a lot less enthusiasm. “Where’re you going next?”

“Wherever Fin goes next. That’s your job. Find out.” He studied Seir from eyes that refused to stay one color. Right now they were bad-tempered red.

“Maybe I feel like I’ve earned some vacation time.” Seir never tired of agitating.

“Maybe you need to make up your mind whose side you’re on.” With that parting shot, he jerked open the door leading from the roof and disappeared.

Seir met Balan’s amused stare. “And you shut up, cat.”

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ETERNAL PLEASURE

ONE BITE STAND

A TASTE OF DARKNESS

NIGHT BITES

NIGHT GAMES

PARADISE
(anthology)

AN ORIGINAL SIN

SEDUCTION BY CHOCOLATE
(anthology)

UNWRAPPED
(anthology)

THE PLEASURE MASTER

AN ORIGINAL SIN

FROM BOARDWALK WITH LOVE

MASTER OF ECSTASY