Hunter Forsaken (Wild Hunt #2) (6 page)

Chapter Seven

Ian heard Tegan’s words but couldn’t make sense of them. He shifted his focus from her mouth to the sultry brown eyes of his personal goddess. Fear widened them.

What had he done?

He reined in the lust consuming him as completely as the rage that had landed him in Hell.

“Answer me.”

Her low, rich voice cut through the hazy fog blanketing his brain. The huskiness to it didn’t match the trembling in her limbs.

Dammit, all he’d done was kiss her.
And make her come all over my hand.
He shook off the thought before the desire he felt for Tegan turned him into a hungry beast.

She dropped her arm and curled her fingers into a fist. “What are you?”

He glanced at her white knuckles. The sight of them bothered him as much as her anxiety-stricken eyes did. He snatched her hand and tugged her into his embrace. She pushed against him, but he slid a hand to the back of her neck and held her still.

Gaze locked on hers, he told her the truth. “Yours.” He pressed his lips to hers. “I’m yours.”

A shaky sigh fell from her mouth. He captured the sound with a kiss. She didn’t fight his gentle seduction, the only kind he could give at the moment. It took every ounce of control he had not to push her up against the nearest hard surface and plunge into her.

He twined his tongue with hers, but she didn’t respond as she had moments ago. She remained stiff in his arms.

He pulled back. Wary eyes watched him. Something bothered her. “Tell me.”

She licked her lips, and her eyelids fluttered. He enjoyed the sight. It made him wonder if she enjoyed his taste as much as he did hers. Her flavor was as sweet as she smelled. He bent his head to indulge his craving for more. She stopped him with a finger over his parted lips.

“Wait, Ian. We’ve been manipulated. This isn’t real.”

He trailed his hands down her back to her lush ass and kneaded her plumpness. It would feel so damn good to take her from behind. He pushed the thought away. Focus. He had to focus on Tegan, not sex. He flashed her a lopsided grin.

“You feel real, and your tight body squeezing my fingers certainly felt real. Plus…” He reversed the path of his hand and slipped his hand under the plain black T-shirt she wore. With practiced ease, he unhooked her bra. He might not have fucked Cynthia, but he’d worshipped her body. For the first time, though, guilt choked him.

Let it go. I didn’t know Tegan was real.

A deep breath of vanilla-scented air eased the tightness in his chest. Regret would destroy him. He’d learned that after his family died. The past couldn’t be changed. Only the future mattered, and his included Tegan.

He caressed her skin, slowly inching his way to her chest. Her breaths quickened, and her body tensed. Before she could push out of his arms, he captured one of her breasts. She froze. Desire softened her soulful brown eyes, no hint of fear. His unease faded. Whatever had frightened her had nothing to do with him. He hoped.

He ran his finger over her nipple. It pebbled under the simple touch. He gave her a knowing smile. “Plus, I wasn’t able to touch you in our dreams. I can now. Means this is real.”

“It is, but…” She turned in his arms, forcing him to release his treasure. He settled his hands on her hips. “But what we feel is only lust and not something we can give in to.”

Lust? Hell yeah, he felt it. He also knew it wasn’t the only thing driving him to be with her. He loved her. He was pretty damn sure he had from the first time she’d looked at him. Then, her gaze had perused him, burning him with the desire displayed in her brown depths. She’d shifted her attention to her wrists, then the empty black space they’d always met in, and approached him. She’d fisted his dick through his silk boxers and stroked him. No hesitation. No shyness. She’d kissed him and worked his body as if it belonged to her.

After that night, it had. Tonight gave him the right to claim hers. The crazy thought surfaced. He pushed it away before the hungry beast he felt awakening inside him took over. It wasn’t only her body he wanted. He’d win her heart and heal the crack in it, exactly as he’d promised.

“Look at me, Ian.”

He did.

She laid a hand over his cheek. “You’re not human.”

“Yes, I am.” Though with the raging lust gripping him and demanding he fuck Tegan until he exploded, he felt more animal than man. Three years of lusting after her would do that. “Even Arawn said so.”

“Ahh…” She glanced over her shoulder at the bed. “He visited you.”

“Yes, he said he wanted to make sure I was human too.” He tapped his Huntsman’s mark. “Only this makes me more.”

“No, you
are
more.” She scrunched her nose. Damn if it didn’t make her look adorable. And hot. And his. “I just don’t know what, but Minerva does.” She shoved out of his arms.

He considered yanking her back. The look of anger on her face stopped him. He balled his hands. “Who’s Minerva?”

“Arawn’s mate.” She hooked her bra and buttoned her jeans. Dressed, she leveled murderous eyes on him. “And the fucking bitch who set me up with her son.”

Son? He frowned. “Wha—”

“You’re a demigod, Ian.” She leaned closer. “It’s the only explanation for what you just did. But I don’t know how it could be possible. Arawn should be the only male who could impregnate her, and he can no longer have kids.”

He ignored her crazy words. His mother was human. He’d seen the video of her giving birth to him. What bothered him was the accusation in Tegan’s expression. It cut at his heart. Three years he’d wanted her, and she looks at him with…regret? “What the hell did I do?”

She thumped her hand against her chest. “You left a piece of yourself inside me.”

Sharp teeth filled her mouth, and a deep growl rumbled in her chest, reminding him the woman he loved wasn’t human.
She
was the demigod, not him.

“That’s impossible.”

She snorted and ran a hand through her hair. “So I would’ve thought, but it’s true. I feel you in my soul.”

Well, fuck. He liked the sound of that. Too bad she didn’t. “Look, you’re the demigod. Maybe you took a piece of me.”

She backed up. Rage contorted her features. “I don’t want you.”

“Like hell.” He waved his fingers, the scent of her arousal still on them. “You want everything I can give you.”

She straightened her shoulders. A careful mask slipped over her features, hiding the angry look she’d worn. “In our dreams, I did. Those ended. In the real world, you and I are nothing to each other. This”—she waved a hand between them—“won’t happen again.”

“You wanna bet?”

She licked her upper lip. Her gaze mapped a path down his chest to his straining dick. “No bet. You won’t ever fuck me, Ian. I refuse to belong to a male who only wants my body.”

He closed the distance between them and grasped her chin. “I want more. All of you.”

She swatted at his hand and scrambled back. “No lies.” Her voice cracked.

He locked his knees to stop himself from going to her. “I’m not lying, Tegan. I—”

“Stop.” She reached behind her and grabbed the door handle. “I told you I know all about you.” She held his gaze. “And Cynthia. I know you loved her and that killing her is why you ended up in this cell.”

He didn’t know what to say. He had loved Cynthia, just not the same way he did Tegan, as if he’d been waiting for her all his life. He also couldn’t deny the reason he’d gotten himself tossed into Hell. Taking his fiancée’s head had pushed him to the edge. Watching Harley get shot had tipped him over.

Tegan nodded. “I told you this was lust. Minerva was behind our dream trysts. She’s a manipulating bitch who thought to trick us into mating each other.”

“Why would she do that?”

“Why?” Her eyes widened. “Because if you’re mated to me, Arawn can’t punish her son.”

“That’s crazy. I can’t be her son.”

“I don’t understand how either, but I’m going to find out.” She opened the door and backed into the hallway.

He rushed forward and grabbed the metal bars before they could close and lock him in his cell again. “Tegan, wait.”

She shook her head. “No. We are done, Hunter. The second you step out of that cell, I am your commander only. You think to challenge me, and you’ll find out why I’m third in Arawn’s army. I didn’t get this position out of the goodness of his heart, that’s for sure.”

He ground his teeth and fought the urge to do exactly that, challenge her. It wouldn’t earn him any points in gaining her love. He wanted it along with her body, heart and soul.

He forced a nod. “So be it.”

“Good, then as soon as you learn control over your instincts, you’re taking back the piece of yourself you left inside me.”

No fucking way.
He clenched his fists.

“Are we clear?”

“Sure.”

She gave a single dip of her chin, turned and strode down the hallway without another word.

He followed her with his gaze until she disappeared around the bend. “Yeah, we’re clear, angel. I’ll take back the piece of myself when I give you the rest of me. Because I’m yours, Tegan. From now until the day I fucking die. There will never be another woman for me.”

And since he was immortal, Tegan was it.

His mate and his life.

Chapter Eight

Tegan clenched and unclenched her hands. A whole damn day she’d wasted. The manipulating goddess of love had crawled under a rock. The only place Tegan hadn’t checked was Arawn’s chambers. For the moment, she had to avoid her sire. He knew his children too well. If he sensed she was hiding something, he’d demand the truth. She couldn’t lie to him, and she feared how he’d react to Ian’s demigod status. Arawn’s anger wasn’t something she wanted to test when it came to Ian.

The tiny piece he’d left inside her was not a permanent union by any means. It was merely a sign of his favor. He could reclaim it, or take the next step and mate her, completing his half of the bond. Even then she didn’t have to finish it. Nobody could force the words
I love you
out of her mouth. Besides, most believed the emotion had to back up the traditional binding words.

She turned her hand over and stared at her unmarked flesh. A mated female wore two overlapping circles on her palm. A mated male displayed his status with dual-ringed eyes, his mate’s color circling his pupil. The visual was meant to warn others they were off-limits.

Ian’s hazel eyes wouldn’t change much if he mated her, as hers were dark brown. His would take on dimension, depth and fascinate her even more. They’d be downright mesmerizing. In the heat of passion, the added glow from his godly side would do her in. She’d be putty in his hands.

And I’m not already?

Had he pushed her for sex yesterday, she’d already be wearing his circle. Halfway to being mated. A bond that lasted for eternity. It didn’t allow for mistakes. Once given, it couldn’t be taken back and given to another.

She traced where Ian’s circle would show on her palm. Longings took hold. She’d always wanted a mate who would love her alone.

Forever.

Ian wasn’t that male. He’d given his love to another. All he had left for her was lust.

It wasn’t enough.

She stretched out an arm and braced herself. Her shaky legs threatened to crumble under her weight. After twenty-four hours, she still hadn’t decided what to do about Ian’s claim. Another day, or perhaps a century, would’ve been welcomed to work through her emotions and thoughts. She had maybe twenty minutes.

Rhys had summoned her home. Ian was asking for her. He wanted to thank her for pulling him out of his rage. She wanted to hide from him. Too damn bad she couldn’t. It’d make her look weak. That was the last thing she wanted. The debilitating emotion had no place in a rider’s heart.

She strode through the portal from Hell and into the twilit butterfly garden on the Huntsmen’s estate. The stench of the Underworld faded on the cool breeze. The soothing, rich smell of flowers she had no names for replaced it. She inhaled deeply. No matter how much of the sweet fragrance she dragged in, the taste of cinnamon lingered on her tongue, a reminder of the male who wanted to mate her.

Ian marked me as his.
Eyelids squeezed shut, she dipped her head.
Why?

The question had repeated over and over since she’d walked away from him. The obvious answer—he hadn’t known what he was doing. Yet it fell short of a believable explanation.

Instincts would’ve stopped him from doing something he didn’t desire. He’d even said he wanted to leave his mark on her. But why would he?

She blew out a rough breath and put one foot in front of the other. She’d have to ask him. The uncertainty on top of her wavering emotions threatened to undo her.

Her boots clunked on the stone path under her feet. She’d tossed the slutty outfit she wore for Ian, in favor of jeans, hiking shoes and a T-shirt. Comfort had always been more important to her than looks anyhow. Which one had Ian preferred? He seemed to have enjoyed both. She halted at the edge of the garden and pressed her palms to her eyes.

The male hovered in her mind. He had for a long time. The additional shadow of his essence on her soul compounded her fascination.

She went back to her earlier thought. He’d known what he was doing, maybe not the specifics of the process, but he’d been clear in his goal—he wanted to keep her. His instincts had guided him. The one reason she’d dismissed surfaced. He’d given her a piece of him because he loved her. It was the most logical conclusion, and it wasn’t unheard of to love another person after losing someone. People moved on.

Wasn’t that what she’d wanted when Ian first appeared in her dreams? To move on. Find a little spark of happiness in her stark existence. She hadn’t even cared that he was most likely a figment of her unraveling mind.

He’d given her a reason to survive. To fight. To endure.

And now? What is he now?

She didn’t have an answer, but they needed to talk before he got his hands on her again
.

Goodness knows I can’t resist him, not his seductions or his commands.
And wasn’t that a shocking revelation. The third in the Hunt, and she couldn’t deny him anything. The very idea of defying him felt wrong on a primal level.

She sighed and made her way toward the house. The sounds of laughter and arguing reached her ears. She stopped and grinned, despite the urgency to seek out Ian. The normality of hearing her siblings’ interactions warmed her heart, but sadness overshadowed it. Too many of her brothers and sisters lay in cells similar to the one Ian had occupied. She hurt for them. All her siblings who’d walked away with the Triad’s mark shared in their pain. It was in their nature to comfort each other, but after insanity took over a rider’s mind, there was nothing left to connect with.

Maybe, just maybe, the Triad would have mercy on her lost siblings if those who’d walked away could appease its demands. She glanced at her hand, the one with the jagged black line. The Triad’s whispered words as the mark had seared her skin came back to her.

“To negate the curse, you must heal yourself. Make your sacrifice. Save the world.”

That was it. Not a hell of a lot of guidance, but the Triad was an entity unto itself. To say it worked in mysterious ways was putting it mildly. Some of her brothers, Zeph and Rhys especially, had even gotten into heated debates in which they questioned the millennium they’d suffered, blaming it on the Triad’s doing. If they were right, the deity’s treatment of them sucked, plain and simple. Yet she knew better than to voice her feelings. So too did her brothers.

Where did that leave them?
Floundering in the dark, that’s where.
And if they failed the Triad’s challenge, the barrier separating Hell from the human world would fall, flooding the mortal realm with evil. Once again, the pressure was on them to save the world. They would. Failure wasn’t an option.

The front door opened, pulling her out of her thoughts. A blast of music added to the revelry. Rhys stepped out. He made his way to where she stood in the middle of the lawn.

He stopped a foot away and crossed his arms. “What’s going on?”

That was a loaded question. She didn’t know where to start or even if she would. She shrugged and latched on to a relatively safe topic. Well, one that didn’t involve her. “I stayed in Hell an extra day to see what I could find out about the demons’ latest threat.”

“What have they done?”

“Lucas wants to mate Rowan.”

He glanced over his shoulder. “I told her not to screw around with those damn demons.”

Tegan had been just as guilty. Age had shown her the foolishness of her actions. “Well, she did. She also managed to get the Demon King hooked on her. According to the demoness I spoke to, he’s been syphoning energy off them for a millennium, refusing to feed from another lover.”

“Fuck.”

She nodded. “Exactly.”

Silence reigned for a moment. Finally, he chuckled. “She had to have worn her gloves the entire time she was with him.”

So as to hide her incomplete mate mark.

Rowan once told her that she hated to look at the reminder of her stupidity in falling in love with a human. She’d given her lover her half of the eternal bond, but he’d died before completing it.

Tegan sighed. “She hates the pity and the questions.”

“Rowan loved him.”

She closed her eyes against the memory of Rowan holding her dead lover’s body in her arms. Her sister’s anguished cries had hurt all the Huntsmen that night. His killers had found their way to the lowest levels of Hell for it. “Fate was against them.”

The sound of a door closing drew her gaze to the mansion. Rowan leaned against the closed surface. She glanced between them, then narrowed her eyes. “Fate was against who?”

Tegan considered her response. She didn’t want to stir any of her sister’s bad memories. They were all trying to forget their hellish pasts. No believable answers came to her, though. She shrugged. “Fate can be against a lot of people.”

“True.” Rowan nodded. “Which two were you talking about?”

Rhys tilted his head. “Why do you care?”

“Hmmm.” Rowan tapped a single finger to her lip. “Because I’m a nosy bitch and I have nothing better to do?”

“What? Are there no human criminals around for you to hunt and toy with?” Tegan asked. It’d been Rowan’s favorite pastime the last time she’d roamed the mortal world.

“Oh, I’m sure there are”—Rowan grinned—“but I haven’t made it to the humans’ town yet. Much has changed. I need to understand their laws before I can deliver the proper retribution to their killers and thieves.”

“They believe in jails and redemption.” Rhys crossed his arms. “Not death and torture.”

Rowan pursed her lips. “A pity too, but I’ll do what I can.”

“And while you’re at it, be wary of your surroundings.” Tegan let the warning in her expression show. “We don’t need to draw unwanted attention to our existence.” That was all the Huntsmen needed: getting caught on camera in the Hunter’s form.

Rowan turned toward the lake. “I’ll be careful. Promise.”

“Wait.” Tegan approached her. “I was coming to find you and give you a warning.”

“And that is?”

“Lucas wants you to mate him.”

Rowan clenched her gloved hand. “Guess he’s shit out of luck, huh?”

“Be careful, little sister.” Rhys stepped forward. “The Demon King won’t give up easily. He can still claim you as his mistress.”

Rowan laughed so hard she doubled over. “Make me queen of his harem, eh?”

Rhys got up in her face. “Yes.”

They held each other’s stare for a long moment. The amusement faded from Rowan’s face. “Noted, brother. I’ll stay out of Hell.”

“Good.” He nodded.

“And, Tegan”—Rhys peered over his shoulder—“we need to talk about Ian. He’s driving me nuts.”

“What’s he doing?”

“Asking about you.” He held up a hand and raised a finger. “What your fears are.” He raised a second one. “What torture you suffered.” He narrowed his eyes and added a third finger. “Who you loved that hurt you.”

“What did you tell him?”

He curled his fingers. “Not a damn thing.”

Her breath escaped in a rush.

“Don’t be relieved. He walked away from me and went straight to Zeph, who answered the only one he knew.”

“About Bjorn.” Only Rhys and Calan knew of the price she’d paid to the fairy curse, and nobody knew her fears. She wasn’t sure she even understood what they were.

“I stopped him before he shared the details of Bjorn’s many women and children,” Rhys said.

“And I warned the rest of our brothers to keep their mouths shut,” Rowan added.

Tegan met her sister’s sympathetic stare. “Thanks.”

Rowan shrugged. “Bad enough we made the mistake of tangling with humans. We don’t need to drag our skeletons out of the closet for all to see.”

“You loved your male.” Tegan dared not mention his name. Nobody uttered it, not unless they wanted to experience Rowan’s temper. Tegan had no desire to fight today.

“Did I? Or was it lust?” Rowan shook her head. “No matter, he’s dead and gone, no more than a pile of dust now.”

She ambled into the surrounding woods as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

Tegan pushed the worry for her sister aside. She had other more pressing ones. She headed toward the front door.

Rhys grabbed her arm. “Did you figure out why you’ve been visiting each other’s dreams?”

She thought about lying, but she wanted Rhys’s opinion and prayed it was different from hers. After everything she’d learned, she couldn’t help but arrive at one conclusion—Ian was Minerva’s son. Impossible, yes. As a mated female, Minerva shouldn’t have been able to get pregnant by any male besides Arawn.

“No, but Minerva told me Ian is my male, a gift from her to me.”
My Trojan horse. And I unleashed him by coming all over his hand.

Rhys glowered. “That’s not possible.”

She snorted and pressed a palm to her chest where she felt Ian twined around her heart. “It’s also not possible for him to leave his mark on me, but he did.”

Wide-eyed, Rhys stepped back, a rare sign of shock. “He can’t. He’s human.”

She dropped her hand, curling it into a fist. “It’s a lie. His nature is masked. I’ve felt it. He’s powerful. And I think Minerva wants him tied to me.” She quickly recounted what she’d learned over the past couple of days.

Rhys stared at her for a long moment before he muttered, “She wants him mated to you so if Arawn does banish her son, Ian won’t lose his immortality.”

She nodded, hating that Rhys had come to the same conclusion, but not surprised. “That leaves me with three very important questions.” She raised her hand as Rhys had done minutes ago and ticked off her concerns. “Who’s his father? How did she pull off her little feat without Arawn knowing? And why?”

“I think there’s a much more important one.” Rhys held her gaze. Sympathy softened his normally cold eyes. “What you’re going to do about the vow Ian made.”

Trepidation settled over her. She took a calming breath and asked, “And what vow is that?”

“That he’d win your love even if it took him eternity to earn it.”