Inked. Part 32

I bit my lip. "Yes. Are you having doubts?"

He shook his head. "Never. I feel like we've been together for years. I feel like I already know you, know your body."

And then Nori returned, a second priestess with her.

"Liliabett." The priestess introduced herself.

Between them, they carried the table with inks and brushes over to the dais. Nori held her hands over my chest and warmth rained down from her body. Liliabett did the same to Trillian. Living beacons of pa.s.sion, they were desire incarnate.

After a moment, Nori said, "We're ready to begin. Camille Sepharial te Maria, do you undergo this ritual freely, of your own will, knowing that what will be done can never be undone?"

I licked my lips. "Yes. I do swear." My voice was a whisper on the wind.

"Trillian Leshon Zanzera, do you undergo this ritual freely, of your own will, knowing that what will be done can never be undone?" Liliabett's voice was the perfect counterpoint, as sultry and warm as Nori's was cool and melodic.

"I do, by my oath and honor." His voice spiraled up and then out as if he'd never said a word.

"Then we begin."

Nori narrowed her brow, focusing on me as she lifted a fine-tipped brush and dipped it into a silver paint pot. With a steady hand, she began to trace an outline on my forehead, a swirl of glyphs, fine-lined and delicately fas.h.i.+oned. I closed my eyes as she worked, line by line covering my face.

The tracing tickled, but I remained perfectly still as she worked her way down my neck, leaving a trail of runes that sang as they touched my skin. Magic, her art was, and magic was the paint.

Onto my shoulders, working in silence, she deftly covered me. And then to my chest, making me suck in a quick breath as desire rose fiercely. She stroked my nipples with the tip of the brush, then the curve of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, the under-carriage and down to my torso.

I began to drift, the rhythmic kiss of the brush lulling me into an erotic haze. The bristles flickered over my stomach, then down to my thighs and across my mound. She gently nudged open my thighs and spread open my l.a.b.i.a, painting runes along my p.u.s.s.y and onto my c.l.i.toris. I shuddered, trying to control the hunger that flared as she touched me.

And down my legs, along my knees, encircling my ankles, she went. By the time she finished, I saw that Trillian was as covered-and aroused-as I was. The paint dried quickly, and we gently flipped onto our stomachs. The priestesses worked their way down our backsides, covering every inch of us with the silver glyphs and symbols.

When they were finally done, they asked us to stand. I gazed down at myself-a vision of silver fire on pale skin. Trillian cleared his throat. He was silver on black, the contrast incredibly beautiful. Like spun metal s.h.i.+ning against dark velvet.

"Follow us," Nori said, and the two women led us out of the main chamber and into a private room, in which there was a bed that sat atop a floor covered in runes. She held out a bottle as we knelt in front of her.

Liliabett reached for my hand and I offered it, palm up. She placed a silver goblet beneath my palm and with a curved blade, slashed an inch-long shallow gash across the pad. As I watched, blood spilled into the goblet. After a moment, she did the same with Trillian.

Nori poured the contents of the bottle into the goblet and a swirl of smoke rose, boiling over the rim. She held the goblet out to me.

"Take it."

As I held the gla.s.s, she began to sing a low song in a language I didn't understand. But her energy flared brightly. She was a s.h.i.+ning jewel.

"Drink and bind yourself through your bodies, through your souls."

I lifted the goblet, then glanced at Trillian. This was it. There was no going back. Before I could think about it, I swallowed a mouthful of the potion and fire raced through my body, arching me back. I would have dropped the goblet, but Nori caught it and handed it to Trillian, who tipped it to his lips and finished what was left. He s.h.i.+vered, clutching his arms to his chest as the pain took hold.

Nori stepped back. "And now, one thing remains to seal your union. If you do not consummate your relations.h.i.+p now, you will forever be half-bound, weak and hating each other. You must finish the ritual."

She and Liliabett excused themselves from the room.

I turned to Trillian, barely able to stand, the spasms were so intense. But as I tried to sort through the pain, I realized what I was feeling was actually desire-aching, searing l.u.s.t so strong that it was cramping my body.

Trillian lifted his head to look at me. Behind the veil of his sky blue eyes, I could see the primal G.o.d. The lord of the forest, the lord of the rut, the lord of the horn. The lord of the forest, the lord of the rut, the lord of the horn. He leapt to his feet and for a brief moment I was afraid, but then the cramps. .h.i.t again and all I could think about was finding a way to ease the gnawing hunger. He leapt to his feet and for a brief moment I was afraid, but then the cramps. .h.i.t again and all I could think about was finding a way to ease the gnawing hunger.

Panting, I stumbled toward the bed and he followed, his gaze never leaving mine. As I danced to one side, he reached out and grasped my waist, his touch firm and demanding.

"I will have you," he whispered, his voice almost a grunt.

s.h.i.+vering, confused by the flurry of pain, I pulled away and he followed, grabbing my wrist to whirl me around and back me up against the wall.

"Let me in, Camille. Let me in." His hands planted on either side of me, he leaned against me. My pulse fluttered as he lowered his lips to mine, and then we were bathed in a silver light as his tongue played over mine and he enfolded me in his arms.

We began to spin, around and around he twirled me as his chest pressed against my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I gasped, trying to clear my head, then pulled him to the bed. He loomed over me, his lips seeking my b.r.e.a.s.t.s as his fingers danced their way onto my c.l.i.t. As he stroked my fire, I cried out and grasped his shoulders.

"You're the golden man," I whispered. "You taste like honey, sweet and warm and rich and thoroughly fine."

"And you're my queen, and you taste like moonlight and starflowers and the echo of birds at sunset."

He lowered himself to the outer lips of my p.u.s.s.y, setting off a string of explosions. Firecrackers sizzled one after another along my body, and all I could think about was that Trillian was about to slide his gorgeous, smooth c.o.c.k into me and how much I wanted every inch of him, in every possible way.

"f.u.c.k me," I begged him. "Don't make me wait any longer, please f.u.c.k me. Hard. Take me hard and rough-I don't want gentle."

Trillian let out a guttural laugh and plunged, driving himself into my core.

Under a shower of sparks that ricocheted through my body, I moaned and s.h.i.+fted my hips as he picked up the pace, pumping gently at first, then grinding into me, each thrust sending me into a shockwave of pleasure.

As we rode the wave, I began to notice through the s.e.x haze that my skin was hurting. I glanced at Trillian's shoulder and gasped. The silver markings had begun to writhe, they were boiling like a swarm of creatures across his body and I knew that my own runes were doing the same. But the friction of our heat pulled my attention back to him.

I clung to him as he thrust, deep and hard with that silken c.o.c.k of his. His skin was warm against mine, a perfect fit and in some little corner of my mind, I realized that I'd never had it so good in bed, never felt the same sense of connection before.

Everybody else saw me as the rock, the anchor, or-in the case of men-just a good f.u.c.k to hook up with and leave behind. But Trillian's eyes gazed at my soul; he was staring down at me and he was seeing me. All of me-both sides of my heritage, and he didn't flinch, didn't look away.

As thought began to slip away, and I came to the edge, the markings on my body began to burn. I let out a sharp cry as Trillian grunted, wincing.

"What's happening?" I flailed, unable to stop either the pain or the rush toward o.r.g.a.s.m. Every rune had become a flaming brand and with every move, their flames grew brighter.

"The ritual-it's part of the ritual," Trillian gasped out. "Can't stop...would...kill us..."

Everything took on the color of violet fire as the magical silver on our bodies burrowed deep beneath the skin, hissing and tattooing themselves through muscle and skin. Goading me with as much pleasure as pain, they pushed me toward the edge, toward the final release.

And then I looked up at Trillian. But instead of seeing his face, I realized I was looking through his eyes at myself. The braid that had spontaneously bound us had melted into a thick cord of silver and flame and pa.s.sion and l.u.s.t. The beating of his heart synchronized with mine, and in that moment, I felt his spirit pa.s.s through me and back into himself. Then, in a cascade of silver fire, came release.

THE pain subsided as we lay there, exhausted. I s.h.i.+vered and Trillian drew the blankets up to cover us. He slid his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. The markings had disappeared from the surface of our skin, but they were there, beneath muscle and bone, tattooed into our spirits, binding us forever. pain subsided as we lay there, exhausted. I s.h.i.+vered and Trillian drew the blankets up to cover us. He slid his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. The markings had disappeared from the surface of our skin, but they were there, beneath muscle and bone, tattooed into our spirits, binding us forever.

"What next?" I asked. "Where will this lead? What's going to happen now?"

"I don't know," he whispered. "I only know that you belong to me. You are mine mine, Camille. Even if you share yourself with others, you'll always belong to me me. I'm your alpha alpha. I'm your mate."

As he spoke, an image flashed through my head. A dragon circled overhead as a fox watched from below. Quickly the images came, and just as quickly, they were gone. I blinked, wiping my eyes. I was tired and spent. But in my heart, I knew that they related to the future-to our future. Just like I knew that a shadow loomed, waiting for me to discover it. And Trillian would be there to help me weather the approaching storm.

But I left all of that unsaid. Instead, I kissed him back, savoring the taste of his lips on mine. "Yes, I belong to you. And you belong to me. You saved my life, you saved me from humiliation at my boss's hand. And I think...you saved me from myself."

"What do you mean?" His voice was low.

I let out a long sigh. "I don't know. But in time I think I'll understand. And for some reason, the idea of that knowledge makes me very much afraid."

"Hush," he said, tapping me on the nose. "Don't worry about what might happen. Live for today. There may be no tomorrow, so for now, enjoy what we have and revel in it. I know I'm going to."

Trillian sought my lips again, and in the silver fire of his kiss, I forgot about visions and shadows and the future. For now, there was only his touch and my touch, and the merging of souls and bodies.

Human Nature

EILEEN WILKS.

Note: Readers who are following my Lupus series will want to know that the action in "Human Nature" falls at the same time as some of the events of Night Season Night Season. While Cynna and Cullen were off having adventures, Lily and Rule had their hands full, too.

1.

THE blouse was silk, crimson, and new. The blood was crimson, too. blouse was silk, crimson, and new. The blood was crimson, too.

Lily looked down at her ruined blouse, grimaced, and slid out of her government-issue Ford. She ought to put on her jacket. It was too d.a.m.ned chilly for April, dammit, and the jacket would hide the blood and her shoulder holster. She tried to avoid alarming the neighbors, which both blood and gun were apt to do-but the blood was still damp.

Bad enough she'd ruined the blouse. She didn't want to ruin her jacket, too. It wasn't new, but it fit like a dream.

Good thing she didn't have far to go. Wonder of wonders, there had actually been a parking spot only two houses down from the pleasant two-story row house where she was staying while in Was.h.i.+ngton, D.C.... which had been way too long. She missed San Diego. She missed the heat. She missed her cat, her grandmother, her father. She even missed her sisters. And maybe, though she was sure it was a sign of imminent mental collapse, she actually missed her mother.

Lily could have parked around back. There was a single-car garage off the alley with room for a second vehicle behind the first if you left the garage door open and didn't mind having the rear of your car jut slightly into the alley. But then getting the other car out-Rule's Mercedes-would be a pain, and she had places to go in that car tonight.

It was her birthday. She intended to celebrate, dammit.

Lily stabbed her key into the lock, entered, and shut and locked the door behind her. Rule was at the back of the house. That was one of the cool things about the mate bond: she knew knew where he was. The direction, anyway, and in a rough sense the distance. where he was. The direction, anyway, and in a rough sense the distance.

"Sorry I'm late," she called as she sped for the stairs. "I need to shower and change, but I'll hurry."

"They'll hold the reservation."

The man who'd spoken came out of the dining room that bridged the parlor with the kitchen. His black dress s.h.i.+rt was unb.u.t.toned at the neck. His black dress slacks broke at just the right point on his black shoes. His hair stopped just short of black, being mink brown, thick, and a bit long for current fas.h.i.+on. He had a lean face, sharp-featured, with a sensuous mouth and eyes the same color as his hair. The dark slashes of his eyebrows mirrored the pitch of his cheekbones.

Dressing all in black made most men look like Goth wannabes. Not Rule. Maybe it was the excellent body beneath the civilized clothing that made it work. Maybe it was the sheer arrogance of the man. He looked good. He knew it. He would have looked good in tattered jeans, a doorman's uniform, or in nothing at all.

He knew that, too. Lily's heartbeat hitched and she paused without intending to, one hand on the banister, and just looked at him.

Mine.

It was a thought, an att.i.tude, Rule wouldn't have approved. Tough. He was was hers and sometimes she just had to revel in that. In him. hers and sometimes she just had to revel in that. In him.

"This is supposed to be dinner, not a race," Rule said mildly as he walked toward her. "If you..." Those wonderful eyebrows drew down. "Is that your blood?"

The way she stood, with one foot on the stairs and her back mostly to him, he couldn't have seen it. Must have smelled it. "d.a.m.ned gremlins," she muttered, and turned. "Yes, but it's a scratch, no more. I was careless."

His eyes were getting blacker. Too black.

"There's no one for you to kill," she said firmly. "The surviving imps have already been sent back."

"Imps?" His eyes returned to normal and his eyebrows lifted. "I hadn't heard of an outbreak."

"It wasn't a biggie. Probably be on tonight's news, but the gist is that a seventeen-year-old idiot in Arlington used a spell from some Internet site to summon a demon. He got a handful of imps instead."

The eyebrows went higher. "This spell was on the Internet?"

She sighed. "So not good news, is it? MCD tries. They have people watching for stuff like that, but they can't catch everything." It would be worse, of course, if any of the summoning spells actually worked. This one had been more effective than most, since it actually did summon something.

d.a.m.ned imps. "Supposedly the major search engines will wipe out the cache they have for that site, but who knows how many idiots have already seen it? Listen, I need that shower. If you want to hear more-"

"You need to be tended. Imps' claws aren't poisonous, but they probably weren't clean, either."

She waved that aside. "The EMTs already cleaned up the wound. Scratch," she amended. "It's long but shallow, honest. I just want to wash off, forget about minor h.e.l.lsp.a.w.n, and go eat something fancy by candlelight."

"Hmm." He studied her face, but whatever he saw there seemed to rea.s.sure him. "There may be a present involved, also."

"Another one?" He'd already given her earrings-exquisitely handmade lilies made from citrine, topaz, garnets, and what she suspected were emeralds. And the way he'd given them to her...well. Rule was big on presentation.

She grinned and started up the stairs. "Even better."

He followed. "I thought the FBI used Wiccans to deal with imps."

"They do. We do," Lily corrected herself. Now and then she still spoke as if she weren't an FBI agent herself, though it had been almost six months since Ruben Brooks recruited her for his special Unit. Which just proved how weird minds could be, considering the intensive training she'd almost finished at Quantico.

Training that had been much interrupted. Major upheavals between the realms will do that. "But the teenage idiot did his summoning just as I was headed back from Quantico, which of course Ida knew, since she knows everything, so she sent me. There were a couple patrol officers on-scene, but they aren't trained for imps. Still, we were able to keep them contained until the coven arrived."

"You had help, then."

"Sure. Those two uniforms." She unb.u.t.toned her blouse and pulled it off. "Trash. This is just trash now." She sighed. The s.h.i.+rt was the perfect shade of red for her, but even if she got the blood out, the silk was ripped.