Devour, A Paranormal Romance (Warm Delicacy Series, Book 3) (18 page)

“How do you feel right now?” he asked, opening a door that exited toward the gardens.

“I don’t know. A little bit of both I guess.”

“It’s all right to be scared. You don’t have to be brave all the time. That’s what I’m here for. I’m here so you don’t have to be afraid of anything.”

“I know.” I leaned closer against him, lifting my hand to my shoulder to lock our fingers together. I let him lead me past the gardens and down the twisting path that led to the beach.

“Your father tells me you’ve locked up the stones?” he said, trying to sound casual but I could feel how badly he wanted to know the answer.

“Yes,” I replied, contritely.

“And if I know you as well, as I think I do, you aren’t too happy about that.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Not at all. But I understood the point he was trying to make. I don’t want to be the one to make anyone more afraid then they already are. I will admit that the stones are dangerous, but only in the wrong hands,” I said, as if I were pleading my case to him.

“You’re very right, but there’s also a stigma here. Those stones represent everything these people fear and it will be hard for them to accept any other viewpoint.”

“If they could just feel what I do, then they’d know the truth.”

“And maybe someday they will.” He steadied my hand as he guided me further down the rocky embankment.

“Do you believe me?” I questioned, hopefully. If there were anyone in this world who should know I was telling the truth, it was him.

“Claire…” he released my hand, brushing the stray strands of hair from my face. “I believe that you believe.”

“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?” I steadied my feet as the path gave way to soft sand.

“It means that I believe you have a connection with those stones that no one else could ever understand, but…”

“But?” I bit my lip, staring into his eyes, praying he wouldn’t tell me I was bat-shit crazy.

“But, I still believe they’re dangerous.” I moaned angrily at his words. “Listen to me, Claire,” he ordered, latching onto my chin and forcing my face toward his. “I believe
they
are dangerous, not you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, but…” I forced my chin out of his grip.

“But, nothing, Claire! It’s my duty to protect you, and I don’t want anything that can harm you anywhere near you. Don’t you get it?”

“Get what?” I cried out. Didn’t anybody trust that I knew what I was doing? The stones wouldn’t harm anyone as long as they were with me. They were just as much a victim as everyone else, if not more so. There were souls trapped inside them, being tortured for all eternity. I refused to turn my back on them. Not for anyone, or anything.

“If something ever happened to you… it would kill me, Claire.” A fiery mix of rage and fear flooded his eyes. “You’ve come so close…” his hands cupped my face, pulling me to his waiting lips. His kisses were frantic and filled with passion as his hands dipped down my back, squeezing me closer toward him.

“Nothing is going to happen to me,” I breathed into his neck as he held me. I didn’t entirely believe my words, but no matter what, I had to stay optimistic. With Arrick by my side, my loved ones safe, and vampires banding together we stood a chance. A good chance.

“Come on!” Arrick pulled away from me and began bounding his way toward the crashing waves.

“What are you doing?” I called after him before following his footsteps through the sand. I stopped just as the icy water lapped at my feet, soaking straight through my shoes and freezing my toes.

Arrick stood just steps in front of me, the waves crashing against his legs as he pulled his shirt off over his head. “You coming?” he turned to face me, a wicked smile gleaming across his face.

“Are you crazy? It’s freezing!” Just because I was a vampire didn’t mean I liked cold water. I may run at a lower temperature than when I was human, but because of my heightened senses I felt the icy tingle of the ocean with much more intensity.

“I’m sure we can warm it up,” he said, winking at me as the rest of his clothes washed ashore. He stood in all his naked glory, the moonlight reflecting off his chiseled body as he stepped backward, further into the ocean.

My cheeks blushed at the sight of him. He was the first naked man I’d ever seen that wasn’t a stone statue… and let me tell you, there is no comparison. The chilly grasp of the water faded away to a warm heat that began to burn in my heart.

His eyes watched my every move as I undressed and tossed my clothes behind me. The expression on his face caught me by surprise. Though there was a definite burning passion boiling between us, there was another emotion gaining power. Love. It latched onto me like a lasso pulling me toward him, every fiber of my being obeying with pleasure.

I squealed as the water crashed against my naked body, seaweed wrapping around my legs and sand squishing between my toes as they sank into the water. Arrick swam toward me, grasping my hands so he could tow me farther into the ocean’s embrace. Just as the shore bottom was about to leave my reach we stopped. Not too far to be pulled out to sea, but still deep enough to be fully immersed.

We splashed and laughed, tackling each other and taking turns dunking each other under the water. When we finally made our way back to shore we were fully engulfed in an in-depth discussion about what our plans were after the war. Arrick wanted a place on the beach, and I thought that sounded good to me. It felt natural to plan a future together. We didn’t get into anything serious, of course. The
M
word never came up or anything close to it.

“So, you want a place on the beach, but what else? What do you want to do?” His first answer was to surf all day, and hang out with me all night, which made me laugh; but then I realized how boring that sounded. Once the war was over he wouldn’t have to be my Blood Guard anymore. He could do whatever he wanted to.

“I don’t know. I’m not really good at anything. At least nothing that doesn’t have to do with fighting.”

“That’s not true,” I said, pulling my sweater over my head. “What about what you did before you became my guard?”

“Nah,” he replied, wrinkling his nose as he wrung out his sopping wet jeans. “What about you? You’re going to have a lot of royal duties once it’s all over. Everyone will want to see the vampire princess who saved us all.” His tone revealed that he was half joking and half serious.

“Goddess, I hope not.” I tugged on my jeans, glad that I had thrown them up the beach so they could stay dry. I caught him giving me a quizzical look, so I shrugged my shoulders. “I like being a princess, but it’s not at all what I thought it would be… obviously.”

“No, but it will be different when this is over. It will be how it
should
be.” Arrick flung his wet shirt over his shoulder, opting to go for the shirtless look, and I didn’t mind at all.

“And how
should
it be?” I smirked at him, eyeing his sculpted chest.

“Well, you shouldn’t be freezing on a beach for starters,” he said, pulling me into his arms. His chest was cold against my cheek at first, but then it quickly warmed up, traveling across my skin and calming my goose bumps.

“What else?” I ventured further, hoping he would reveal more of my future even though what I was truly fishing for was
our
future together.

“There should be dancing.” He lifted his arm, twirling me around in a circle beside him making me giggle wildly. “There should lots of laughter and lots of…” I cut him off as I jumped into his arms, latching our lips together in a powerful make-out session. What had I been thinking all this time? Arrick was incredible. How could I have never truly appreciated that before?

Not anymore.

I took charge of our kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He met my fervor head on, matching my intensity with a moan as our tongues danced together and our bodies molded perfectly like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly.

Just at the height of our kiss I pulled away, a familiar frightening ripple creeping up my spine. I could feel someone watching us. Arrick hadn’t sensed it yet; his eyes still hazy from our passionate embrace, but the look on my face brought him back to reality.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, suddenly alert as he took a protective stance around me.

“Someone is here,” I growled, my eyes searching every inch of the beach. I scanned the cliff side, a small part of me hoping I would find Ana there. If she were, I could end this once and for all, but she wasn’t. I pushed my senses outward like a giant energy bubble surrounding everything around me, but found nothing. Not even a lingering sensation that anything had been anywhere.

“I don’t sense anything,” Arrick said, all passion gone from his voice. He sounded fierce, ready to kill whoever, or whatever came his way.

“I don’t either, but there was… something….” Had I just imagined it? No, I had definitely felt something, but what? I wished I had the stones, and cursed myself under my breath.

“Hey, it’s okay. There’s nothing out there,” Arrick tried calming me, grasping my hands in his to keep me from trembling. At least, he thought I was trembling. I was really vibrating with anger. If I had had the stones with me I could have used their power to amplify mine. I could have discovered who had been watching us.

“Claire!” I jumped, startled at his tone until I saw his face and realized he’d been calling my name for a while trying to get my attention. “Calm down, love,” he said, caressing my face.

Love… he’d never called me that before, and I kind of liked it. His touch eased the rage that had been building within. Whatever had been watching us was gone. Maybe it had been nothing. Maybe it was a guard just checking up on me. Maybe they saw us naked and thought they should give us privacy. Oh, Goddess! My lingering anger was immediately replaced with embarrassment. I didn’t want anyone from the Château to see me naked! Perhaps Ana spying on me was the better scenario.

“You and your temper,” Arrick said, chuckling lightly.

“I don’t have a temper.” I grimaced at his handsome face before a smile broke through my façade.

“Oh, no?” he tugged at a tendril of my hair before planting a kiss on my forehead. “You’re quite the firecracker. No wonder you sent Baal running through a portal. I wouldn’t want you mad at me like that,” he said.

“You better watch it, mister, or you will!” I teased him right back, poking his firm pec muscle. “You step out of line even once, and you’ll pay.”

“I wouldn’t think of it.” He raised his hands up in surrender, a laugh rumbling through him.

“Good,” I said, smiling.

Our stroll back to my room went by way too quickly. I loved talking to him. He had a knack for keeping my mind off my worries, and making me feel like I didn’t have a care in the world. We were arguing what the worst movie ever made was when I realized we were standing at my door.

“Sleep well,” Arrick said, planting a quick peck on my lips. Icy droplets fell from his hair and onto my face, making a tiny snigger escape me. But, my laughter died when I opened my eyes to see Arrick turning to walk down the hallway.

“Where are you going?” I asked, somewhat surprised at my words and the emotions that were bubbling inside me. I didn’t want him to leave.

“I was…” He turned to face me, pointing his thumb to the hall behind him. “Going to catch some sleep.”

“Stay with me,” spilled from my lips. My eyes widened in shock at my own words, but my heart yearned for him to say yes, not out of passion but out of need. I needed him to stay near me to make me feel safe. I didn’t want this carefree, happy feeling to end.

Arrick looked just as surprised as I did. He froze for a moment before talking the few short strides between us. “Are you sure?” I nodded.

“I don’t want to sleep alone,” I admitted. Even though it was probably royal staff who had seen Arrick and me, I couldn’t shake the feeling of that initial fear that had trickled through me.

His smile tugged at my heart, as he laced his fingers in mine and opened my bedroom door. There was no hint of seduction, but only warming admiration; and as we crawled into bed, he pulled me into his waiting arms. I rested my head on his chest, the sound of his heart and the warmth of his skin lulling me to sleep.

An unusual sound roused me from slumber. I bolted upright, the glare of a nearby lamp blurring my vision until I successfully rubbed the thick layer of sleep from my eyes. A thundering sound was filling the typical serenity of the quiet nights in Naos. Was it lightening?

I leaned over to wake Arrick, only to find that he wasn’t there. His side of the bed was perfectly made, as if he’d never been there at all. I pulled my bottom lip in-between my teeth and tried to ignore the sting of his absence. He was normally an early riser, maybe he just didn’t want to wake me? I traced my fingers delicately along the place he had slept, missing his presence with a significant ache.

In spite of the cool breeze that was wafting in through my open balcony, I was sweltering underneath my comforter. I flung it off me with a growl, as if it had done something to offend me. In truth, I was really upset that Arrick had left. Waking up with him already gone made me feel like I had been stood up, or that last night was some kind of… I mean, we didn’t do anything, but still. Was I being over-sensitive? Possibly.

I snatched a hair tie from my bedside table, pulling my hair up into a messy bun before fanning myself with my hand. Why was I so hot? Maybe sleeping next to Arrick’s warm blooded body caused it.

The pounding sound tumbling in from outside hadn’t ceased, so I pulled my focus away from my emotions and toward the noise that had woken me. It was definitely coming from outside. I hopped off the bed, and made my way toward the balcony, my over-sized t-shirt whipping around my body as the breeze flew in. I scanned the sky as I drew closer, noting that every star was sparkling with incredible brilliance. No, definitely not a storm, there were no clouds. The more I tried to figure out what the sound was the more I began to panic. Could it be Baal attacking the Château? No, Arrick wouldn’t have left me alone if it were.