Night Whispers: ShadowLands, Book 1 (39 page)

He was pleased that she wanted to train new agents, but he knew she could die doing that as easily as she could while saving a crotchety hermit with a gun. The best that he could hope for was that they both had a long life, together.

If that fate wasn’t in store for them, then at the very least, James wanted to die knowing they had spent as much time together as was humanly possible. Exploring each other. Reveling in their strengths, and their weaknesses, and their faults. “I love you.”

Jules paused, her shirt over her face. She jerked it down to stare at him.

“I love you,” he repeated. “I’ve probably loved you from the beginning, but I’m glad I didn’t say that then because it wouldn’t have been fair. You didn’t have full disclosure about me. Every scarred, scared, frightened part of me loves you.”

Her fingers ghosted over his arm as she reached him. She was gazing at him, tired yet determined, this stunning pixie Amazon with her steel-sharp mind and bottomless heart. “I love you too,
mi cielo
.”

James smiled.

Six hours later, Jules scratched her nails up James’s back and moaned as he worked his cock deeper, deeper, deliciously deeper into her body. It was thick and hard and hit every one of the right spots.

He stopped, not able to go any farther, and panted in her ear. “I told you I’d need to get a bigger bed.”

The mattress was so narrow that they had to lay on top of each other. Not that she minded, as she wiggled her hips beneath him. He groaned and withdrew and thrust again, his eyes not leaving the jiggle of her breasts as they moved with every rock of his body.

Their passion came too soon, yet not fast enough, leaving both of them breathing roughly for air. Far too quickly, he withdrew and rolled so she was on him, her ear pressed to his pounding heart. So. Good.

“Are you happy?” James rubbed her back.

“Very much so.”

“Are you feeling guilty for being happy?”

She smiled and tugged at his chest hair. “I do not have a hero complex.”

“So says you.”

“And to answer your question…a little bit. But hopefully, once I get in the grind here, it’ll fade.” She couldn’t fully banish her feelings of guilt for not being on the front lines, but there was more peace in her decision than she’d ever felt in her life. She was needed, they all were. She pressed a kiss to his chest. “Do you think Carrie will be all right?”

He stroked her hair, sobering. “I hope so. She has us. She won’t recover overnight, but you and I will help her.”

She gave him another kiss, rewarding him for his big heart and endless love. “I hate to be a bother, but can you check on her?”

He yawned and nodded, heaving himself off the bed to reach for the walkie-talkie on his desk. “First thing I do tomorrow is ask Gabriel which of the open rooms has a larger bed. We can’t possibly manage with this one for longer than a night or so.”

“It’s not so bad, if you’re on top of me.” She got up from the bed and walked, naked, to the small adjoined bath.

“Which is probably where I’ll be for tonight, or I’d go ask him right now.” His heavy-lidded gaze was slipping all over her.

“Control yourself,” she chided, though her nipples had tightened in response to his gaze.

She did her business and washed her hands, coming out to find him standing in front of his desk, long and tall and naked. She marveled. He was kind and stubborn, weak and strong, brilliant and caring. And all hers.

“Carrie’s doing well. She’s sleeping now. Hema said she would call when she wakes so we can visit with her.” He smiled. “She wished me happy birthday. I didn’t realize the date.”

Jules quickly ran through her mental calendar. “Oh, hey. That’s right. Happy Birthday! You know, I wish I could give you—”

He turned, and she could see he held the poor Frost book in his hands. The binding was a mess, and the cover dipped in where she had ripped pages from it.

“What? Where did you get that?”

“I saw it in your van when I was helping Erik load extra supplies in there.” He smiled, dimples flashing. “Since I have pieces of it too, I figure it all belongs together.”

“I wanted to give you something you love.”

“I do love it.”

She watched him examine the book carefully, his hands tender as he stroked his fingers along the title, opened it, rubbed the remaining paper between his fingers.

When he looked up, his heart was in his eyes. “Thank you.”

“I’m sorry I ripped into it. Kinda ruined the best present ever. Maybe we can glue some of the pages back in.”

“Don’t be silly. I plan on leaving the pages as they are. They brought me to the most wonderful gift.” He laid the book carefully on the desk. He swooped over, caught her up quickly in his arms and tossed her on the bed. She rolled onto her back, laughing, to find herself covered with warm, hard man. “They led me to you.”

About the Author

Alisha Rai has been enthralled with romance novels since she smuggled her first tattered Harlequin home from the library at the age of thirteen. There is nothing she loves more than penning sexy, emotional contemporaries and paranormals with larger-than-life heroes and smart, capable heroines.

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Ensnaring the ultimate bad boy has its risks…and its rewards.

Hot as Hades

© 2011 Alisha Rai

It’s not easy being Hades. Constantly guarding his world against other meddling and ambitious deities is stressful work. So when a naked goddess falls directly into his lap, along with the news that he has to shelter her for the indefinite future, he is less than thrilled. Particularly since he can’t help but lust after the beautiful female.

The Underworld isn’t the first place Persephone would pick for a vacation—who in their right mind would choose a dark palace over sunshine and flowers? Yet from Hades’s first touch, the dark, sexy ruler fascinates her and has her thinking a fling might be just the thing to while away her confinement.

But trust each other? Not a chance. Until the day comes that Persephone must leave…and they realize that trusting each other is the only way they’ll ever meet again.

Warning: Contains an arrogant god, a stubborn goddess, horny deity nookie and enough supernatural friction to set the Underworld on fire.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Hot as Hades:

Persephone preceded him into his office. He shut the door loudly. The click of the lock made her jump. He liked it when she was a little unsure. The hint of vulnerability appealed to him, particularly when she was doing her lady-of-the-manor act the rest of the time.

Keeping her guessing was a fun game, so instead of rushing to get her naked, he went to his desk and sat in his chair. He took his time making himself comfortable before crooking his finger at her in a way that he was certain would raise her blood pressure.

She didn’t love orders, his Persephone. Indeed, her eyes narrowed, and he waited for her to snort at his imperious, silent command.

But a small smile curved her lips, and she sashayed over to stand in front of him, her dress rippling and briefly defining her legs.

He raised a brow. “You’re in the mood to obey me?”

“I suppose so.”

“Why?”

Her smile grew wider. “Because you want me to disobey you.”

Fuck, but she could read him like a book, and he didn’t like that. He was so contrary, he wanted to reward her earlier kind words and actions by proving her wrong, proving that he was no saint. His dominant, autocratic side stretched out of slumber, not that it ever rested for long. “Take off your dress. With your hands,” he added, so she wouldn’t simply dematerialize it.

She raised her hands to the buttons that ran along the front of the dress. Pearl buttons on a pale pink dress—it was his fantasy, his secret kink, innocence on the verge of being despoiled.

The little V of skin at her throat widened as she released each button, showing him that glorious unblemished flesh. Every time he saw that skin, his selfish, territorial nature made him want to mark it, to claim it as his. He had to forcibly remind himself that Persephone and her skin’s presence in his life was strictly temporary.

A snarl sounded, and he realized by her startled expression that it came from him. She would leave him sooner or later.

But for now…now, she was his.
Focus on this moment.

And there was so much to focus on, particularly when she shrugged the dress off her shoulders, surprising him with the lacy white corset she wore underneath. The garment propped up her breasts, her nipples peeking out from the lace like confections on a cupcake. It was sensory overload, the erotic snatches of her body almost too much to take in at once. Corset. No panties. Garters. A combination of silken flesh and material.

He realized he had been staring at her without speaking when she shifted her weight. “Touch yourself,” he ordered.

A flush spread over her exposed breasts. “Where?”

Anywhere. Everywhere. “Your tits. Play with them.” He deliberately used the cruder word, wanting to shock her into refusing him, perverse bastard that he was.

She didn’t refuse him, though, simply cupped those gloriously full mounds. Her fingers worked the hard nipples, her head falling back with a small moan as she massaged them.

His cock grew harder, pressing against the weight of his trousers, but he knew if he allowed himself release, it would be over before it began. Her legs spread wider as she toyed with her breasts. One delicate hand started to trail down her body to the open lips of her pussy.

Hades allowed her to get as far as her lower belly before he spoke. “Stop.”

She didn’t listen, her fingers tangling in her pubic hair.

“Persephone. Stop.”

She jerked and stared at him, confused and primed for release.

“Come here.” Hades swore the heady scent of sun and flowers clung to her skin, wafting under his nose as she walked closer to him. “Turn around.”

She hesitated but turned when he made a twirling gesture. Her ass was full and round, bare but framed by the garter and corset. It made an enticing picture.

Paying no attention to her jump of surprise, he palmed a cheek and roughly massaged the flesh. “I love your ass,” he murmured. “I love your whole body. It’s like it was made for me. Only for me.”

It took him a second to realize the import of what he’d bleated aloud. Growling in frustration at himself, he grabbed her hips and spun her around. She teetered, steadying after she grasped his forearms for balance.

“Take me out,” he demanded. He spread his legs to give her room to work the buttons on his trousers, which were stretched tight over the bulge of his erection. The slightly bent-over position she was in made her tits hang down like ripe fruit. Unable to resist, he leaned forward and licked the top of those mounds, finding them delicious as usual. She stiffened, her hands stopping their work. He released his hold on the chair’s arms to cradle her breasts and bring them to his mouth. He knew what pleased her. She always liked it when he sucked hard, lashing at the nipple with his tongue, so he did that now, bringing a high-pitched cry from her mouth.

“Don’t stop,” he drew away to tell her. “Take me out. Play with me.”

She trembled. He loved it when he made her shake with need. It made him feel ten feet tall. “I can’t concentrate,” she said.

He released her, giving no heed to her pitiful whimper. “Then I’ll stop distracting you.”

“Jerk.”

The word lacked heat, and he grinned. He’d come to read her body well, and he knew she needed him badly. “On your knees, female. Maybe that will help you focus.”

She shot him a mock-glare. Her fingers resumed their mission as she sank to the subservient position. He had to grit his teeth as those delicate fingers touched and rubbed him through the leather. When she finally managed to get the fly open, his cock almost ran out to greet her, pushing into her hands. The blessed feel of her warm palm over him made him want to shout for joy and pump into her hand for as long as necessary to get him off.

“Persephone…” He shoved his hips up, groaning as her hand slipped up the shaft and back down, the better to feel that softness all around him.

“What order would you like to give me now, Lord Hades?”