Dark Guardian (Dark Series - book 9) Page 19

  He caught her small waist, lifted her into his arms, and settled her over him like a perfect sheath for a sword. A sound escaped from one of them—him or her? Neither knew which was Lucian, which was Jaxon. She was tight and perfect, and he filled her completely, holding her in his strong embrace. Jaxon circled his neck with her arms, leaning close to him, skin to skin, heart to heart. She closed her eyes and allowed the beauty of their joining to take her far away, until she was spinning into space, free-falling with Lucian, wanting it to last for eternity. Just the two of them in their own private world of erotic fantasy.

  The way he held her was so right. Gentle, tender, yet moving deeply within her, each stroke creating a fiery friction that left both of them reaching endlessly for more. Lucian bent his head protectively over hers, surrounding her with love and warmth and comfort even as her body surrounded his with such perfect rapture.

  Jaxon felt her inner muscles tighten, the feeling building and building, the pleasure almost more than she could bear. Her teeth found his shoulder; she was gasping for breath, for sanity, trying to prolong the moment even as her entire body was splintering, fragmenting, spinning out of control. Lucian’s mind was firmly merged with hers. He could feel her body’s reaction to his, and it triggered his own white-hot explosion, intensifying the feeling for both of them. He could feel the ripples of aftershock, her body contracting and releasing around his.

  He turned her so that the water cascaded over both of them. Jaxon clung to him, not wanting to give up the completeness of being one. Lucian simply held her protectively in his arms, needing to comfort her. Eventually she lifted her head and gazed into his black velvet eyes.

  She looked so fragile, so vulnerable, he was afraid she might break.

  “I am with you, Jaxon,” he whispered softly. Very gently he began to separate their bodies, feeling almost bereft. “You will never be alone again. I reside in you as you will always reside in me.” He cradled her gently in his arms.

  “I can’t think about it, Lucian. If I try, I go crazy.”

  “That is all right, angel. What do you expect of yourself? Instant acceptance? No one could easily accept such a thing. It is a dark gift. We live in a beautiful world, yes, but we must pay a high price for the special talents we are given. And your lifemate has responsibilities that place you in dangerous situations. I would change what I am if I could—the dark angel of death, my people call me—but I am a hunter of the undead, and I fear I always will be.”

  Her wide eyes flashed with sudden anger. “They call you that? The dark angel of death’? How can they be so terrible when you’ve given them so much? What right do they have to judge you?” She was instantly protective of him, a young tigress, and he had a sudden vision of her with their children.

  The thought made him want to smile. Instead, he turned off the water and carried her out of the shower. Once she was standing on the tiles, he enveloped her with a large towel. Pulling the edges together, he drew her close. “I am an ancient Carpathian male with tremendous knowledge and power. My people know how dangerous that combination is. We are predators, my love, and can turn at any moment when we are without our lifemates. Most males turn after far fewer centuries than I have existed.”

  She glared at him. “Don’t you make excuses for them. I’ve been in your mind, and you’re no more a killer than I am.”

  He laughed; he couldn’t help himself. She was so innocent, even now, after all they had shared. She could never be what he was, a predator with a thin veneer of civilization and tremendous discipline. She was light to his darkness, his savior, his miracle, and she couldn’t see it. She wouldn’t look at herself through his eyes.

  “The dawn is approaching, Jaxon.” He knew it without glancing at the time; his people always knew the exact moment of sunrise or sunset. “Come with me to the sleeping chamber.”

  Lucian felt her instant reluctance, the sudden dread seizing her. That made it real in her mind, too final for her to accept. He held out a hand. “Walk with me.” He said it softly, gently, his voice like velvet.

  Jaxon stared at his hand, not wanting to go with him, as if somehow by staying in the main part of the house she would remain human. She felt torn, wanting to remain, yet not wanting to hurt Lucian. Very slowly, hesitantly she put her hand in his. His fingers closed around hers, warm and sure. “You will always be safe with me, Jaxon. If you believe that, you will get through this.”

  He tugged until she was beneath the protection of his shoulder and he could wrap his arm around her. They moved together through the house, down the wide spiral staircase, through the kitchen, and into the basement. He felt her hesitation as they entered the narrow corridor leading down to the sleeping chamber. It was there in her mind, the thought of running back up the stairs. Lucian merely tightened his arm, bending his head to brush the warmth of his mouth against her temple in a small gesture of encouragement.

  “In all the centuries of my existence, Jaxon, I have never met a woman such as you.” His admiration and love for her was in the soft purity of his voice. Deliberately he matched his breathing to hers, his heart to hers so that he could regulate her panicked pace to a calmer one. Easily he moved in her mind, stilling the chaos, a light touch to bring a measure of tranquility, of acceptance, easing her into the difficult transition.

  Lucian was careful not to take away her free will, but he could not bear her suffering. It moved him as nothing else in his life ever had. He would have done anything for her, anything to protect her. He had the ability to erase every terrible memory from her mind, wipe out her past entirely. He had the capacity to ensure she would accept being a Carpathian, believe she had always been one, yet he knew it was wrong. Still, the idea lingered in his mind. He despised himself for allowing her to suffer, for causing the physical pain of the conversion and now her agony of attempting to accept what he had wrought.

  “I would hate that. Eventually you wouldn’t be able to live with the lie, Lucian,” she said quietly.

  He glanced down at her, his black gaze loving. She was looking up at him with wide brown eyes, a hint of laughter in their depths. “You didn’t think I would learn to read your mind so easily, did you?” She shook her head. “No, you didn’t think I would

  choose

  to read it.” She was smug about catching that bit of knowledge.

  He opened the door to the chamber and stepped back to allow her to enter first. It pleased him that she had chosen to read his thoughts. It was an intimacy between lifemates, the sharing of thoughts and feelings without words. A private path for two. “You continually astonish me,” he admitted. And she did. She amazed him with her ability to adapt to every new situation. Just the fact that she could smile was astounding.

  Jaxon held on to the towel, looking around rather desperately for something to put on so she wouldn’t feel so vulnerable. Lucian held out an immaculate white silk shirt, and she slipped her arms in it. Her long lashes swept down, veiling her expression as he began to button up the front of the shirt, his knuckles brushing against her bare skin. “What was that creature that was throwing itself against the wall? It wasn’t a vampire, was it, because it seemed incredibly stupid.”

  “It was a ghoul. The walking dead. Not undead, like a vampire, but a minion of the vampire. A servant. A puppet. As I told you, the vampire can use a human to do his bidding during the day while he rests. The ghoul lives only to carry out the vampire’s wishes. He is fed by the blood of the vampire and the flesh of the dead.”

  Jaxon gasped and covered her mouth. “I don’t know why I ask you questions. You always say something wild. And it’s not as if I don’t know you’re going to do it. I just wade right in and ask anyway.” She shoved a hand through her hair, sending damp tendrils in every direction.

  Lucian automatically reached out to smooth her hair back into place. “A ghoul is dangerous because it never stops until it is completely destroyed.”

  She nodded, turning the information over and over in her mind.
“What about the wall? What kind of security system do you have in it? Did it ever occur to you a child might try to climb on that wall?”

  “If a child attempted to climb the wall, absolutely nothing would happen,” he answered. “The wall only reacts to evil.”

  She nodded again, biting down on her lower lip. “Naturally. Of course. Why would I think anything else?”

  “Come to bed, angel,” he invited softly.

  She wasn’t looking at him, her eyes carefully studying the surrounding walls. He had been meticulous about the construction of this room, ensuring that it appeared to be a replica of a bedroom aboveground. Lightly he touched her mind, wanting to correct whatever might be wrong. It took great effort to prevent a smile from showing on his face. Her reaction had nothing to do with the room, nothing to do with her conversion, and everything to do with his naked body and the things they had done together.

  Lucian glided to the bed and covered his lower body with a sheet. “Are you going to walk around the chamber for the entire day?”

  “Maybe,” she answered, touching the walls, running her fingertips over them to feel the texture. “How far underground are we?”

  Lucian shrugged his powerful shoulders, a casual ripple of muscles, his eyes suddenly watchful. “Do you have a problem being beneath the earth?” He was a shadow in her mind and knew she had no anxiety over being underground. She was reluctant to get into bed, afraid of sleeping, of waking, afraid of facing the truth.

  She glanced at him, more comfortable now that his nakedness was covered. Her behavior made no sense to her. Why did she want to be with Lucian so desperately? It was so unlike her. He had been honest with her from the first about who and what he was, yet she had simply gone along with everything he said, everything he did.

  “You are my lifemate, Jaxon. You were born the other half of my soul. Your body and mind recognized me. Your heart and soul cried out for mine. It is the way of our people.”

  “I’m not Carpathian.” She said it defensively, her hand going protectively to her throat. “Why would it happen?”

  “It is as much a mystery to me as it is to you. All I was told was that some human women with psychic powers are truly lifemates to our males.” He softened his voice deliberately, evoking a soothing, tranquil calm. “Obviously it is so.” He was once more merged fully with her, slowing her heart and lungs, allowing her to find the strength to cross the floor and slide into bed beside him.

  Lucian wrapped his arms securely around her, pulling her small body into the shelter of his larger frame. She relaxed into him immediately, his touch calming the rising tide of terror sweeping through her. She felt battered emotionally and physically. She had so many questions but didn’t want them answered, afraid of her own reactions to what he might tell her.

  “I just want to go to sleep, Lucian,” she said, her head snuggled against his shoulder. “Can we just go to sleep?”

  He felt her holding her breath. She didn’t want to sleep; she wanted to run away. He brushed the top of her head with a kiss, his fingers moving tenderly in her hair. “Sleep, angel. You will be safe with me.” He took control, sending her into a deep sleep immediately so that she would have no chance of fighting the command.

  They would not sleep in this chamber, or this bed, this night. Her body needed rejuvenation; it needed the healing only the soil of the earth could offer a true Carpathian. Lucian had no intention of forcing her to face that particular reality of their existence. He was her lifemate; as such, he could do no other than to see to her health, to her happiness. But he wanted to spare her the details he deemed unnecessary for her to learn at such an early stage.

  He lifted her slight body into his arms, then concentrated on the wall to the left of them. The wall shifted to reveal the narrow stone passage leading deeper into the heart of the earth. He followed it downward until he came to the rich, dark soil bed he had provided within the rock. Waving a hand, he opened it. Then he floated into the bed, cradling Jaxon’s slender body to him. Safeguards in place, the wolves roaming free, he closed all doors so that his lair was secret from any intruders. Again he placed safeguards at each door, along the passage itself, and above them in the rock bed. Only then did he send Jaxon into the deeper sleep of his people, stopping her heart and lungs so that she lay as still as death within the earth. As he waved a hand to command the soil to pour over them, he sent his own body into Carpathian sleep. His heart stuttered for a moment, then ceased to beat. The soil continued to pour over them until it was all in place, undisturbed as if it had lain there for centuries.

  Chapter Nine

  The sun moved slowly across the sky. The house up on the hill remained silent, the beautiful stained-glass windows reflecting the rays of light back toward the sun. Inside it was hushed, quiet, the air itself stilled, as if the house were alive and waiting for something. As the sun began to sink, deep within the earth a single heart began to beat. Lucian scanned the area around his estate even as he opened the soil above them. AH was quiet. He floated from the earth back to the comfort of his sleeping chamber. He lay Jaxon on the bed, at the same time waving a hand to light the candles. The dancing flames lent soothing shadows and scented herbs to the room.

  Lucian inspected Jaxon’s body carefully to ensure that not one speck of soil remained, that she would awaken clean and refreshed. He sent himself seeking outside his body and into hers so that he could examine her internal organs and see for himself that she was completely healed. Only when he was satisfied that all was well did he release her from the sleep of Carpathians into the lighter sleep of mortals. He felt her take her first breath, heard the first beat of her heart. His hands went to her small waist beneath the thin silk of the shirt so that he could feel her soft satin skin.

  He felt the instant surge of heat racing through his own body in answer, and he stretched lazily. She was with him. She would be with him at each rising. He pushed the shirt from her stomach and bent his head to taste her skin. His hands followed the sweet curve of her hips. He was becoming very familiar with her delicate bone structure, the lines of her body. Her skin was warming beneath his wandering hands and mouth. He moved lower still, wanting to taste her, wanting her to awaken to the erotic pleasure only he could provide for her.

  She was hot, flowing honey, so soft he wanted to crawl inside her. He knew the moment she woke, the moment she was fully aware of him, of what he was doing, of the rising tidal wave of hunger rushing through her body like a fireball to match the molten lava racing through his.

  Lucian

  ! She cried out his name in the intimate way of their species, her body hot and restless and aching with need. Burning for him. She needed him. Needed what he was doing to her, needed the feel of him hot and hard and thick inside her, relieving the terrible building storm. Her body rippled with life, with such pleasure that she cried out his name again, her hands clutching at his hair to try to drag him up to her.

  At once he blanketed her body with his own. Her entrance was a hot, creamy invitation to him. As he pressed against her, slipped inside her tight sheath, she gasped as her body reacted again and again, spiraling outward, contracting and gripping. Then he was driving into her, hard and fast, his hips riding her into a firestorm that kept building higher and higher.

  Jaxon was clutching his arms, her face against his chest. She felt the beckoning heat of his skin, heard his heart beating, the inviting rhythm of his pulse. She nuzzled his chest almost helplessly. Her mouth moved over his skin. Her body clenched around his, making more demands. Her teeth nipped his chest right over his pulse. She felt it leap in response, felt him thicken even more within her, hard and heavy, his hips surging forward to bury himself even deeper. Her tongue swirled over his pulse. Once. Twice.

  God, angel, do it. I need you like this.

  His voice whispered in her mind, over her skin, sexy, low, pleading with aching need.

  He was wild now, savage in his intensity, his body frantic for hers. All of hers. Her tongue
swirled again, and he groaned, burying himself again and again in her fiery sheath.

  Jaxon. Please

  . His hands cupped her small hips like a cradle so he could drive forward in long, hard strokes.

  There was so much pleasure, Jaxon allowed it to wash over her, to consume her. His pulse was fascinating. She heard his husky cry, felt his mind merge solidly with hers, so she felt the white-hot lance of lightning whipping through him as her teeth sank deep and the essence of his power, his ancient lifeblood, flowed into her. She felt what her body was doing to his, the hot fire surrounding him, gripping him tightly. She felt the intensity of his pleasure, so deep, so real, his desire for it to last for all time.

  Her tongue stroked across his chest, closing the tiny pinpricks, just as the muscles in his body tensed beneath her hands and her own body was fragmenting, taking his with hers. She heard her own voice, a sound in her throat, soft and husky. She tasted him, the terrible hunger in her sated as her body throbbed and burned, exploding into the night to become part of time and space.

  Jaxon found herself looking up at him, her dark eyes wide with shock. She couldn’t believe the things her body was capable of. She couldn’t believe what she had just done so willingly. She wanted her body to reject the nourishment, but it savored it, the taste of him in her mouth, on her lips, like an addictive nectar. She pushed at the wall of his chest, determined to get away from him so she could think. His gaze smoldered, black velvet, dark and dangerous, moving slowly over her face. There was stark possessiveness in his eyes. Hunger. Dark desire. He bent his head to trace the soft column of her neck with his tongue. “I am not certain this rising will be long enough to sate my hunger. Again. I want you again.”

  “You can’t possibly!” she gasped, but he was already stroking her body, keeping her restless and aching for his.