Immortal Rapture: Immortal Heart (12 page)

“Marie, it should be good for his bottle.”

Marie nodded, handed Makiah to Uriah, and left to get a bottle. While the others took seats in the living room, Samira kept her distance from Makyle, sitting as far away as the seating arrangements would allow.

“So let’s get to it
—what do you need?”

“We need Makiah and I shielded from my brothers.”

She arched a fiery brow at him. “You want a cloaking spell for you and the child… from the Rulers of the Underworld, who always know where everyone is?

Makyle just stared at her
, and she laughed.

“When you come looking for
favors, you really go for the gusto, don’t you?”

“Can you do it?”

She smiled. “Of course I can. And I will if only for that precious little child. Whatever is going on in the Underworld, that child has no need to be a part of it.”

“Great, let’s do this.”

Samira laughed again. “It’s not that easy. The spell and potion will take time.”

Makyle
looked around the small space. “How long?”

“I’ll have it for you by morning.”

“In that case, I hope you have room for overnight guests.”

Samira
sighed and crossed her arms over her chest.

“This place is cloaked, is it not?”

She arched a brow at him. “You know it is. Which begs the question—how’d you find it?”

Makyle grinned at her
. It held an arrogance and sex appeal that most women would cower to. Even Marie found it hot as hell, and she was mostly on Samira’s side… Makyle was a prick, a redeemable prick, but a prick nonetheless.

“I’ve always known where you were,
Sam. Like it or not, your essence is engrained in my very soul.”

“You don’t have a soul, and your ass can sleep on the couch.” She turned to Uriah. “I’ll get the guest room set up for you, Marie
, and the baby.”

****

“This conjuring thing is awesome,” Marie said as she laid Makiah down in the crib
Samira had created for him.

Uriah nodded. “Holly can conjure too
; it’s quite impressive.”

Marie
lay back on the bed and sighed. “Who is Holly?”

Uriah
lay back next to her. “Holly is Bain’s little sister. She also happens to be with Lothar now.”

Marie rolled onto her side to look over at Uriah. “How’s that working out?”

Uriah chuckled. “Bain’s protective, but Lothar is a good man and Bain knows that. Besides, he’s got his hands full with your sister.”

Marie nodded as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.

“What’s wrong?”

“Is Izzy safe
? I mean, I thought Bain was a bad ass before I knew about the wings and the kickass warrior title, but is the Middle World safe for humans?”

Would it be safe for her
, she wondered.
Was Uriah planning to take her with him in the morning?
So many thoughts bombarded her, and all she could think was that everything she wanted was in this room, and that her heart would break if she lost them come sunrise. It wasn’t like they’d talked about the plan or where she fit into it.

Uriah’s fingers grazed across her cheek to cup her chin. “Izzy is very safe there, just as you will be if you choose to come with us tomorrow.” He smiled at her. “Which I am very much hoping you will.”

She smile and let out a deep sigh. “I was really hoping you’d say that. I want to see this magical world you come from. I just didn’t know how humans fit into the mix… Then again, Bain and Izzy have been together for a while now. So I guess you don’t see humans as lesser than you are.”

Uriah chuckled. “Well, no we don’t, but Izzy isn’t exactly human.”

Marie narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you mean?”

Ah shit.

Uriah blew out a breath and watched her face carefully as he spoke. “Ah well, just like you, she carries Fae DNA. Izzy is somewhat of a unique situation.”

“Wait.” Her eyes were wide as she looked at him. “I have Fae DNA?”

Uriah smiled cautiously as he nodded. “That doesn’t bother you?”

“
Uh no, it’s pretty wicked… but, what does that mean exactly?”

“It means that the magic in your blood could be awakened
. It took many feedings for Izzy to tap her magic. Makyle could better explain it all to you.”

“Feedings?”

Uriah dipped his chin and sighed. “Can we talk more about this tomorrow? I’m sure both Makyle and Izzy could better explain how it all works.”

She smirked at him, one side of her mouth lifting just a touch higher than the other. “That feels like a brush off, Uriah… I think you know all too well how it works, but you don’t want to freak me out. All I want to know is if there is any chance I could end up with real wings?”

A bark of laughter echoed in the room. They both looked over to see if it had woken Makiah, but he didn’t stir. His little back lifted with each even breath he took.

“It’s not likely
,” he answered.

She huffed in dismay. “I guess the ones I have will have to be good enough.”

Her small pout pulled at Uriah heart. Capturing her cheeks in his palms, he pushed her back to hover inches above her face.

“I love the wings you have
; they’re exquisite. Just like you,” he murmured just before capturing her lips. His tongue swept into her mouth to taste her. The small moan it created had him itching to get closer. His knee pushed her legs apart, allowing him to settle between her thighs. His hands found the backs of her knees to pull them around his waist, where he ached for release as he ground his hard length against her heat.

Fire pooled low in her tummy as she felt him hard and ready against her
. She wanted him naked and buried deep inside of her, to release the flood and ache that waited just below the surface.

Ripping her mouth from his, she sucked in a deep breath. “Not here.”

Uriah let out a frustrated noise, knowing she was right as his gaze fell to the sleeping baby only a few feet away from them. He didn’t want to hold anything back for fear of waking Makiah, and he desperately wanted to hear every noise she would make.

She smiled. “Bathroom. Five minutes.”

He rolled off her, his eyes tracing every move she made until she disappeared behind the bathroom door. He grinned as he heard the water start.

There was something special about this apartment
. It was bigger than it should have been, and the large soaking tub gave her all kinds of ideas.

She started the water
and lit some candles. Hopefully, they weren’t some special spell-casting candles. Stripping, she slid into the warm, bubbly water. Her eyes traced Uriah’s movements as he pulled his shirt over his head, working to open his belt and fly to push his jeans and his boxers down his muscled thighs. Her tongue struck out to lick her lips as she got her first good look at what he was packing. Thick, hard, and gorgeous. He was most definitely going to rock her world. Uriah was grinning at her when she finally looked up at him. She couldn’t help but smile back. The water swirled around her as she settled on her knees and beckoned him forward.

“Sit,” she ordered sweetly as she patted the side of the tub. Uriah obeyed and sat on the thick frame of the deep tub.

Marie settled between his thighs, cradled by his long, chiseled legs. He really was the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on. There was a masculinity and power that surrounded him, yet he was kind and sensitive. And right now, all she wanted to do was get her lips on him.

“It’s my turn,” she told him as she lowered her mouth to the tip of his cock. Her tongue swirled over the
thick, swollen tip, lifting the bead of pre-come that glistened in the candlelight. She moaned softly at her first taste of him.

“Marie.” Uriah’s voice was strained, causing her to look up at him. Her gaze locked on his as she closed her lips around his tip and slid down his
shaft, taking him slowly, inch by thick, pulsing inch. She wrapped her slender fingers around the base of his cock to cover what her mouth couldn’t take. She slowly began to suck, pulling back to the tip before taking him deep into her mouth again. Her eyes never left his as she worked him, grazing her teeth lightly over his skin when she took him in and using her tongue to tease his tip as she almost fully released him. Uriah’s fingers weaved through her hair and his hips lifted with each pull her perfect little mouth took.

The ache between her legs grew as her mouth worked him. She couldn’t help the moans that escaped her as her pleasure crested with each suckle and release of his hard flesh.

“I’m close,” he nearly growled as he attempted to pull back. With her eyes still locked with his, she sucked a little harder, her free hand gliding up his inner thigh to cup his balls. With one final tug and graze of her teeth, Uriah was lost to her. The waves of pleasure flooded him. His hips jerked and his head fell back, their eye contact lost. His fingers tightened in her hair as he held on through the waves as he emptied every last drop he had to offer at the moment. Marie finally released him, her eyes closed as her tongue took one last sweep over his cock. A smile played across her lips as she moaned. Lifting her to him, Uriah slid into the still-warm water and settled her back to his chest.

His hand moved along her slick, taut skin from her pert breast, over her ribs
, and down her flat stomach. His other hand moved her hair from her shoulder, allowing his lips access to her neck, where he gently nibbled and kissed at her sensitive flesh.

“Don’t tease me, Uriah,” she whimpered.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Her hand flew to the back of his head, encouraging him to devour her skin as his fingers pressed between her folds to find her beaded pearl.

She whimpered again as his thumb circled her clit, fueling her need and pushing her closer to another release while his finger dove deep inside of her heated walls. Uriah found himself moaning against her skin as he imagined burying himself deep inside her tight sheath. The thought of her walls holding and working him had his cock at attention again and pressing against her backside. Marie adjusted, his cock sliding between her folds, his hand moving to cup her breast as she rocked in his lap, never taking him into her body, but caressing his hard flesh with her slick, sensitive skin. Her back arched every time his head pressed against her responsive bundle of nerves.

“Good God, Uriah
,” she moaned as her head fell back on his shoulder and her free hand gripped the side of the tub. She turned her head to face him, her smile speaking of pure, untainted ecstasy. “Kiss me.”

There was no hesitation as he captured her mouth. The water rushed around them, sliding up their bodies and falling around their faces as their tongues danced. She caught his bottom lip and bit down as she muffled a scream. Heat flooded her veins
, and her sight went black as pleasure pounded through her body. Uriah roared as he found release with her. The water was still crashing around them by the time she let his lip go and kissed him deeply.

Her eyes opened and Uriah smiled at the sight of her now
-iridescent blue orbs, shimmering in the low light. Her magic was surfacing. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her from the tub. Reaching for a towel, he patted her dry and carried her to the bed. Pulling the cover back, he laid her down and crawled in next to her. Kissing her neck, he pulled her back to his chest and whispered, “Good night, my little nymph.”

She laughed softly. “Nymph? Should I be insulted?”

He shook his head. “No, it’s what breed of Fae you are.”

She turned her head to look at him
. The room was dark, but she could make out his smiling face and beautiful, steel eyes. “I’m a nymph?”

He nodded. “I think you’re a water nymph. Your eyes were glowing
, and the water seemed to respond to you.”

She laughed again. “It was moving because we were moving.”

He wagged his brows. “True, but it stayed hot, and it seemed to respond to your emotions.”

She smiled at him as she considered the thought. “Is a water nymph good enough for an Immortal warrior?”

He cupped her cheek. “Anything and everything you are is perfect.”

She lunged at him, capturing his mouth again
, only stopping when a small cry rented the air around them. Uriah groaned, and Marie laughed. “Get used to it.”

Uriah smiled and rolled out of bed
. Grabbing his jeans, he slid them on and lifted Makiah from his crib. Marie sat up, pulling the covers to her chest. “You want me to take him while you go grab a bottle?”

Uriah bounced his son softly, kissed his forehead
, and then handed him over to Marie. “I’ll be right back.”

She smiled up at him. “We’re not going anywhere.”