Dream Warrior (13 page)

“I've never slept with anyone in my life,” he confessed.

“Neither have I.” And she noticed he tucked his sword on the other side of his body as if he were afraid he might need it. The only question was, who did he think would attack him? One of the others?

Or her?

“What are you doing?”

“I'm…” A muscle worked in his jaw as he pierced her with a harsh stare. “I'm trusting you.”

In that moment, she understood that he was more afraid of her than she was of him. It took a lot of faith to lie down at someone's side and trust them not to hurt you while you slept.

He was extending his hand to her. Deciding to take it, she smiled. “Truce?”

“Truce.”

She joined him in bed and rolled onto her side so that her back was facing him.

After a few minutes, she felt his hand in her hair. “What are you doing?”

“Sorry.” He immediately put more distance between them.

Tempted to roll over, she refused. She didn't want anything more than this. If she looked at him, he might misread her intentions, and who knew where that might lead.

Jericho lay on his back, watching her from the corner of his eye. It was so hard not to touch her when she was this close to him. The outline of her body under the covers was enough to make his body stir all over again.

The next time he came, he wanted to be inside her for it.

But that wouldn't be tonight. He'd seen the fear in her eyes when he'd pressed her hand against him. More than that, he knew the unspoken truth.

She was a virgin.

Most Oneroi were. At least those who'd been born after Zeus's curse. Since they didn't feel desire or love, they had nothing to motivate them for sex.

The Skoti were a different matter, as he'd seen earlier with Zeth. But Delphine …

She'd never been touched by anyone. He'd been the first to kiss her.

That thought brought a wave of possessive tenderness over him. Turning his head, he looked at her. She was completely relaxed and that tiny little snore started.

Smiling at it, he inched closer to her. The heat from her body warmed him even as the smoothness of her skin beckoned him to touch it. Unable to resist, he brushed his hand down her supple arm while he leaned forward to breathe her scent in. As he pulled back, his breath caught in his throat. The edge of her gown had been pushed back, showing him her bared breast.

Like her, it was beautiful. His body exploded with desire as he ground his teeth, wanting to sample it.

Back off …

He'd made her a promise and he wasn't about to break it. Instead, he kissed her lightly on the head. “Good night, Delphine,” he whispered, savoring the syllables of her name.

Rolling over, he closed his eyes and forced himself to ignore her.

As if …

But the sound of her breathing did lull him. And as he drifted off to sleep, a part of him imagined what it would be like to spend eternity with her by his side.

*   *   *

“Delphine?”

At the sound of her name, Delphine jerked up from where she was making a flower garland. She was in a quiet meadow … the one she'd played in as a girl. But now dark clouds were rolling in, blocking out the sun.

“Who's there?” she called.

A shadow of Zeth appeared.

She shot to her feet, ready to battle him. This was how they always attacked. He would bring others into her dream, and they would defeat her.

Zeth was a beautiful god, and his blue eyes normally glowed. But he looked sick now. His long black hair hung lankly around his gaunt face. Those eyes, now black instead of blue, were sunken.

“There's something wrong,” he breathed.

“You've destroyed us.”

“No, it's more than that. There's something Noir is feeding us. Don't…” He faded out, then reappeared. “Don't eat.” Then he was gone.

Delphine turned around, looking for others. Was it a trick?

But there was no one else here.

She tried to use her powers. Again, they were worthless to her. It appeared that even in this realm, she was trapped.

Lightning flashed, followed by a tremendous clap of thunder. An angry wind plastered her clothes against her.

Delphine headed toward the woods where her house had once been. She didn't get far.

Azura was there on the pathway, blocking her. “What's the matter, child? Are you afraid?”

“Why are you here?”

Azura smiled, but the gesture didn't reach her cold eyes. “I have a gift for you.”

“I don't want your presents.”

She tsked. “You'll want this one.”

Delphine started running. If she could reach the trees …

She didn't make it.

Azura appeared before her and caught her. Screaming, Delphine tried to fight. It was no use.

Azura threw her to the ground and shoved something in her mouth. “Swallow.”

Delphine shook her head, trying to break free. She tried to spit the bitter-tasting gel from her mouth. Nothing worked.

“Swallow!” Azura shouted in a demonic voice.

Delphine choked, but in the end, she couldn't resist the order. The gel went down her throat.

She cried out as it seemed to slither through her.

Azura laughed. “He'll like you even more now.” She pulled back and left Delphine on the ground.

Writhing in pain, she wanted to vomit and couldn't. But after a few minutes, the pain lessened.

And an unbearable heat started deep inside her. One that wouldn't let her sleep another minute.

Opening her eyes, she found herself still in bed with Jericho. Darkness enveloped them, and yet she could see the outline of his body perfectly.

Needing a taste of him, she attacked.

*   *   *

Azura laughed as she returned to the war room, where Noir sat feeding one of his ugly black hounds.

He glanced up with a stern frown. “You look pleased.”

“I am. I've just guaranteed us a little more time of Cratus being out of our hair.”

“Good.” He patted the hound on the head. “He's entirely too nosy. I found out from one of my pets that he was downstairs talking to Deimos and Jaden.”

She hissed like a cat at the name of Jaden. If there was one creature she hated, he was it. “It seems our little broker hasn't learned his lesson.”

“Does he ever?”

She curled her lip. “Such a pity we can't kill him.”

“At least he bleeds well. Something the others don't do.”

“True.” Azura trailed her hand along the back of his chair. “Have you found your Malachai?”

“Only the city. Ma'at and the Atlantean god Apostolos are guarding him so that I can't find his exact location. But I will tear that city apart until I do.”

She paused by his side. “Perhaps you don't have to.”

“What do you mean?”

“One of my demons told me that there's a group of gallu looking for a haven.”

Noir looked up with interest. “Gallu?” Those were Sumerian demons and some of the most brutal of any demons. Best of all, the blood of a gallu was infectious and could turn their victims into zombies.

“Shall we invite them in?”

Noir smiled. “Absolutely. And I know their first victim.”

“Cratus.”

He nodded and Azura laughed. With Cratus bitten, they would be in complete and utter control of him.

Then, even without the Malachai or their sister Braith, the world would be theirs forever.

CHAPTER 7

Jericho came awake the moment Delphine touched him. For a heartbeat, he thought she was fighting him until he realized just how wrong that assumption was.

Completely naked, she rubbed her body against his.
Oh, gah … What did I do right?

His senses spun as she groped him, and his body begged and burned for more. Her hands were everywhere, stroking, dipping and cupping. His breathing ragged, he groaned in pleasure and ground his teeth.

You're not this lucky. Wake up, asshole!

But that was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted to be her plaything.

Most of all, he wanted to be her chew toy.

More likely you're her patsy. She's going to screw you over, and not the way you want her to.

When was the last time a woman mauled you like this?

Delphine was a virgin, and unless they were in a porn movie he didn't know about, women like her didn't do this to men who were holding them prisoner. That reality check went over him like ice water. Shaking himself mentally, he pushed her back. “What are you doing?”

She answered him with a scorching kiss. His senses on fire, he rolled with her, trapping her under him. Still she ran her hands over his body, making him crazy with lust, especially since the hairs at the juncture of her thighs teased his hip bone, making him crave a taste of that part of her.

“Please,” she begged, her voice cracking. “I'm on fire. I need you.”

Jericho froze as he realized she had the same drugged look in her eyes that Zeth had held in his. And she was every bit as out of control. More to the point, her eyes were jet black and not their normal shade.

What had they done to her?

She nipped at his chin, pulling his hair as she continued to buck against him, making his body hard and heavy. “I need you inside me.” It was a raw demand.

He sucked his breath in sharply as she cupped him in her hand. “Stop!”

Are you out of your fucking mind? You want this!

Yes, yes, he did. He really did. But not with a woman who wasn't in control of herself.

Yes, you do. Look at her. She's gorgeous and all over you. Take her!

Just look at that body …

No kidding. She was truly a goddess in every sense of the word. With the exception of the scars on her back, there wasn't a flaw on her.

Then do what she asks … worship her until you're both limping.

His inner voice was relentless. And it was hard to stay in control, especially since she'd pulled his pants down to his hips and had him in her hands as she massaged his cock.

Damn, she was a quick learner.

He had to give himself a jolt as she tried to guide him into her body. “Delphine!” he shouted, trying to make her hear him. “Stop it!”

She tugged at his cock.

He almost came just from the sheer pleasure of it.

Give her what she wants!

Growling in frustration, he launched his wings and moved far enough away that she couldn't reach him. His heart racing, he stared down at the bed where she lay with her legs slightly parted. Every part of him wanted to join her.

I am a rank idiot.

“Jericho.” Her plea tore through his heart.

He pulled his pants up as he hovered over the bed, wanting her with a passion so biting, it was all he could do to stave it off. “What did they do to you?”

She glared up at him. “Fine. If you won't help me, I'll find someone who will.” She rolled off the bed.

Jericho shot to the door to block her way before she left and found Asmodeus or someone else he'd have to kill for touching her. He cupped her face in his hands. “Delphine, stop. Tell me what happened.”

She fought him until she realized he wasn't budging.

“Answer me,” he insisted.

Her gaze was unfocused as his voice finally reached her. “I was dreaming…”

“And?”

She frowned as if she couldn't recall. “Azura was there. She came after me.”

“What did she do?”

Delphine paused again before she answered. “She gave me food. Food … Zeth told me not to eat, but I couldn't stop her. She forced me to eat it.”

Jericho cursed. So that was how they were getting the Skoti. They were drugging them.

She groaned softly as she rubbed her naked body against his again. “I'm on fire, Jericho. Please help me. I can't stand how much it burns.”

He let out his breath. Well, she already hated him. Obeying her wouldn't change anything.

She took his hand from her face and led it to her breast. Her puckered nipple teased his palm, making him harder than he'd ever been before. “Please.”

What man could argue with that, god or otherwise? Scooping her up in his arms, he returned her to the bed. The sweet scent of her body was branded into him as he skimmed his hand over her bare stomach. But he didn't want to take from her while she was like this. This wasn't
her.

It was the drug talking. The drug begging for him. But she was still in pain from it.

So he gently separated the folds of her body to stroke her. She cried out in relief and pulled him close so that she could kiss him senseless.

Jericho's body strained, begging for him to take her. But in spite of all that had happened to him, he wasn't an animal. He wouldn't prey on her.

He was better than that, and for the first time in centuries, he believed it.

Delphine trembled with the incredible sensation of his fingers soothing her. They teased and excited her in a way she wouldn't have thought possible.

Finally something was stamping down the fierce ache inside her.

When he pulled back from her lips, she actually whimpered. Where was he going?

She had her answer as he slid himself down between her legs and took her into his mouth. Unable to bear the sheer ecstasy of it, she cried out, burying her hand in his soft hair. Never had she imagined anything so splendid. The heat of his mouth combined with the strokes of his tongue and fingers was blinding.

She looked down to meet his gaze. The primal heat in his mismatched eyes set her on fire.

Jericho growled at the taste of her. His body was so hard and ready, but he was used to controlling those urges. Right now, it was her orgasm he was after.

And the truth was, he enjoyed the way she tasted, the sound of her pleasured murmurs as she played with his hair. He'd missed the comfort of being touched. The smell and taste of a lover. He could spend the rest of the night like this, just savoring her.