Goddess of the Sea (42 page)

Dylan made a choked noise and shifted his weight so that they were on their sides, facing each other, and she could touch him more easily.

“I cannot be. It is
I
who am under
your
spell,” Dylan said.

The merman drew his hand up the length of her thigh, rubbing enticing circles over the silken skin of her legs. Then he bent to her and his mouth replaced his hand and he lavished her skin with kisses and teasing pretend bites until he found the wet center of her. There he devoured her, his tongue continuing his circular caresses, increasing in movement and rhythm until CC gripped his shoulders and shuddered with the intensity of her climax.

Again he shifted his weight and pulled her into his arms. She felt alive with sensation, and enfolded within his strength, CC explored his mouth, letting her hands roam down his body as if they had a will of their own.

“Your body amazes me,” CC told him as her mouth and hands discovered new ridges of muscle.

Remembering the sensitivity of her own mer-body, she caressed his fiery flesh with teasing fingertips. Dylan's breath quickened and CC could feel the tension humming through his body, which was now slick with sweat as well as the salty water that lapped against him. When her mouth began tracing the line low on his torso where mer-flesh met human skin, his body trembled and he called her name between ragged breaths.

In one swift movement, he pulled her up. Then he was above her, resting his weight on his forearms. The night sky outlined his powerful body, and CC could see his dark eyes flash with unleashed desire. She opened herself to him, and, wrapping her legs around him, she arched, wordlessly urging him on. Dylan buried himself within her, and CC met his thrusts with equal intensity. He devoured her mouth and their tempo increased. CC felt the delicious tension build within her again, and when the merman's body began to shudder in orgasm, her own climax met his as the night fragmented into an explosion of sensation.

Afterward, CC nestled securely against Dylan's chest. The merman brushed sand from her shoulders with gentle hands that tended to linger at the long, graceful curve of her back.

“Now I see what you mean about savoring,” she murmured.

Dylan's chest rumbled with his deep chuckle. “I would like to have attempted more savoring.” CC felt him shrug his shoulders. “But I could not resist you, siren.”

CC looked up at him. “Are sirens mermaids?”

His chuckle turned into laughter, and he hugged her. “No. Sirens are water nymphs.”

“Not mermaids?”

“Definitely not mermaids.” He kissed her forehead. “But they are alluring creatures filled with erotic intent.” He gave her a meaningful look.

“Are you sure they're females? They sound a lot like you,” CC teased.

Dylan smiled at her. “There are no male sirens.”

“You could have fooled me,” CC said, pulling his mouth down to hers. She kissed him, pressing her body so closely against his that she could feel his heartbeat increasing against her breast.

“If you keep kissing me like that, you will not be back at the monastery before dawn.” Dylan's voice had already deepened with his growing desire.

CC sighed and nibbled at his full bottom lip. “One more day.”

“One more day,” he repeated, kissing her gently.

They didn't speak as they floated away from the shore and back toward the cliffs that held the monastery. CC rested against her lover's chest, watching the night sky begin to unveil its layers of darkness as it climbed steadily toward dawn. A thought tickled the edges of her mind as CC pulled her attention from the sky to look around her.

“You know, I haven't seen my dolphin friend the last couple times I've come to the water. Have you seen her?” she asked Dylan.

Dylan considered the question, then shook his head.

“No, I have not encountered the little creature.”

“I guess I don't blame her for staying away, especially after Andras hit her with that rock,” CC said.

“She never stays away from Undine for long. I am certain she is there,”—Dylan gestured out to sea—“awaiting the return of her princess.”

“I'm sure you're right,” CC said, trying not to worry.

The water around them became choppier and the sound of the waves crashing against the beach told her that they were near the monastery even before Dylan changed direction and swam slowly to the shore.

“You can stand now,” Dylan said.

CC put her feet against the sandy bottom, but she kept her arms wrapped around the merman.

“The sky lightens,” he said and kissed the top of her head.

“I wish it wouldn't,” CC spoke into his chest.

Dylan cupped her face in his hands. “Then this last day would not pass. Remember, my love, with its passing comes the night.”

“And that's when I'll come to you . . . forever,” she finished for him.

Their kiss was a sweet promise. Before she began walking away from him she linked her fingers through his and said, “Tell me once more how long you would wait for me.”

“For an eternity, Christine. I would wait for you for an eternity.”

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her palm. Reluctantly, he released her and she turned to the beach.

The lightening of the sky was becoming more pronounced and her discarded chemise was easy to find. She was shaking the sand from it when a sharp voice cut across the beach.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

THE abbot stepped triumphantly from the cover of the trees that grew in dwarflike tufts at the base of the cliff. Several confused-looking monks milled nervously there, too. Andras stood beside the abbot, so close that in the dim light their bodies appeared to be joined. The knight's face was a pale disk broken only by his eyes, which were bright silver slits of hatred, and he was dragging with him a weeping Isabel.

“They broke into your room,” Isabel sobbed. “We could not stop them. They said they must have proof that you were within.”

Andras's voice echoed with Sarpedon's demonic amplification.
“I knew the whore was with her lover. I knew it! Take her.”
His command was like ice, and one of the squires leapt to obey him.

CC felt as if their appearance had turned her to stone. She held the chemise to her chest, trying to cover her nakedness. She wanted to run back into the sea, but her feet would not obey her. The squire quickly covered the few yards that separated them and grabbed her arm, purposely digging his fingers into her delicate flesh.

“Maybe we will have a little fun before they burn you,” he sneered, his eyes ravishing CC's naked body. The foul cloud of his rotting breath made her gag.

“Touch her again and you will not leave this island alive,” Dylan's voice carried across the waves with such force that CC saw the squire cringe—then he stared open-mouthed at the sight of the merman.

Dylan had raised himself well out of the water, so that his powerful tail seemed to glisten and ripple as if he was on fire.

“The demon!” Abbot William's voice held an edge of hysteria. “The witch has a demon lover!”

“Kill it!” Sir Andras barked the order, and almost instantly the chilling sound of an arrow whistled from the other squire's position behind them on the beach.

As the arrow flew toward the water, CC felt a rush of power within her, and her body unfroze. The squire who held her arm was still gazing slack-jawed at the merman, and it was with surprising ease that CC rammed her knee into his groin and wrenched her arm from his grasp. Spinning around she ran for the waterline.

“Stop her, you fool!” Andras yelled.

“Quickly, Christine!” Dylan called, dodging another arrow.

She could hear the sounds of the squire as he grunted and scrambled to his feet behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to see Andras sprinting across the sand, longbow held forward and eyes flashing as he took aim at Dylan. As the arrow twanged free, CC reached the water. Thrusting her arms over her head as if she was an Olympic diver, she leapt forward, calling the power of her mermaid body alive. The delicious heat of transformation sizzled down her body, and she hit the water flying. CC's sleek mermaid form skimmed just below the surface, and then with one stroke of her tail she swam up, angling herself at Dylan's body. She broke through the waves like she had been shot from a cannon.

And the arrow meant for Dylan sliced neatly through the muscle of her left shoulder blade. The pain was white hot, and she crumbled forward into her lover's arms. Dylan's agonized cry was echoed on the shore. Through a haze of pain Christine looked back to the beach.

Andras was standing unnaturally still and straight. His mouth was stretched impossibly wide by a horrible shriek of rage.

“No!”
The voice no longer made any pretense of belonging to the knight.
“Not her! You were not to harm her!”

Andras fell to his knees, his body writhing grotesquely like there were hundreds of worms beneath his skin. Then, with a ripping sound a liquid cloud of darkness vomited from his mouth. It shimmered and pooled in hideous wetness and seemed to crawl toward the surf. When it touched the water the darkness shifted and reformed, drawing substance from the saltwater. With a roar, Sarpedon rose, fully formed and glistening with power.

He faced the humans, swollen with anger and disdain.

“Puny creatures. You dare to harm a child of Lir! Know that your fate has been sealed.”

Sarpedon swirled one massive hand into the water next to him until it boiled and seethed with activity. In horror, the humans watched as a many-tentacled monster erupted from the sea. It engulfed the shrieking body of a monk who had drifted too close to the sea, and in one motion snapped his spine and hurled his lifeless body against the cliff. Then it turned its awful attention to the knight. Preparing for battle, Sir Andras planted his feet and brandished his sword. Shouting, his squires scrambled to reach his side.

Suddenly, a wall of flesh obscured CC's view of the battle, and Sarpedon towered above them.

“The game is ended, Undine. It is time you took your rightful place as my mate.” Sarpedon's voice was deceptively calm.

CC felt light-headed. Dylan still held her within his arms, and CC noted with detached curiosity that the water surrounding them was tainted scarlet. That must be my blood, the thought played slowly through her mind and she struggled against the urge to close her eyes and sink beneath the waves.

“Stay away from her, Sarpedon,” Dylan spoke with iron in his voice. He shifted his grip on CC so that he placed his body protectively between Sarpedon and the mermaid.

Sarpedon's laugher was a roar. “Does the son of a human believe he can stand against the power of the gods?”

Blinking to clear the bright spots from her vision, CC forced herself to move to Dylan's side.

“He and I stand together against you, Sarpedon. And when Lir gets here tonight he will stand with us, too.” CC's voice surprised her by sounding strong and clear.

Sarpedon's lip curled in a sneer. “Oh, I seem to remember there was a message sent to our father. Tragic that the little dolphin messenger met with such an untimely end,
before
she could relay the Earth goddess's request. But, no matter. I was gracious enough to answer for our father. So you see that I stand ready to render judgment in his stead.”

A tremor of fear passed through CC. “No. You can't.”

The enormous merman moved closer to them. “You have been wrong about many things, Undine. And you are wrong yet again.”

A scream from the beach interrupted them. Sarpedon turned, laughing evilly as the creature he had called to the surface squeezed the life out of the squire who had grabbed CC.

“See how I punish those who would do you harm?” Sarpedon said.

“Make it stop,” CC cried. Her voice was hoarse with emotion.

Sarpedon's eyes widened in surprise. “But they would have killed you. Why would you ask to spare them?”

“Because to use your power like this is wrong.”

“It is justice,” Sarpedon scoffed.

“It's not justice—it's vengeance. Vengeance meted out by a creature bloated with his own imagined importance. You are a disgusting toad. I loathe you, and I will never belong to you.”

Sarpedon seemed to swell with rage. “Never is a very long time. Perhaps you will change your mind when you see your pathetic human friend in my grasp.” The merman shouted a command in a garbled language that CC was shocked to realize she could understand.

Instantly the sea monster snaked out a tentacle around Isabel's neck, but the amulet of the goddess sparked and glowed, causing the creature's grip to falter. As the old woman tried to scramble out of reach, Sarpedon shouted another command, and the monster wrapped a tentacle around her ankle. Isabel lost her balance and fell hard onto the sand. The creature began to pull her toward the water.

“No!” CC screamed.

“Never, you said!” Sarpedon bellowed. “We shall see how long never is as you watch your lover and your friend die!”

Sarpedon closed his hand around a froth of wave and instantly it solidified into the foam-colored blade of a stiletto. The huge merman lunged forward and CC struggled painfully not to slide under the surface as Dylan lost his protective hold on her and surged forward to meet the giant. The two mermen met with a sound that cracked and reverberated like thunder.

“Undine!” Isabel's voice was a sob of terror. The sea creature appeared to be toying with the old woman as it slowly pulled her to the edge of the water where its beak-shaped head glistened with daggerlike teeth. The remaining squire and Sir Andras sent arrow after arrow into its pulsating body, but the creature seemed impervious to their weapons.