Christine Feehan - Dark Demon 16

«That is so.»

«I'm ready for the next line, unless you're afraid I can undo it,» she challenged.

He suddenly leaned forward, one hand on cither side of her head, effectively caging her in. «It would not matter to me. You are my lifemate, ainaak enyem, forever mine, and that is all there is to it. I do not give up what is mine. If trying to find a way to undo the ritual words occupies your mind and allows you to get through the hours of these next few risings without me, please feel free to work to your heart's content.» He kissed her. Hard. Deep. A fierce claim meant to shake her up, to brand her his, and it did.

Natalya couldn't stop her response, opening her mouth to him, feeding on him, devouring him with the same edgy hunger. Vikirnoff broke the kiss and lifted his head, his gaze holding hers captive. «You are mine. Your body doesn't lie, Natalya.»

«Oh, go away.» She pushed at him. «I belong to myself. I don't care what you say…» Her voice trailed off as her gaze lifted to his. «Next few risings? What does that mean? You won't come back tonight?» Fear was the first emotion followed closely by anger. She shoved at him again. «You did this thing to me. You made me dependent on you, but I refuse, absolutely refuse, to waste one moment of my time grieving when you're walking out on me. You shouldn't have tied us together if you were going to do this. Get the hell out of here, Vikirnoff, and don't you worry. I'm not going to look back. Not at all.» Was she prodding him again? Challenging him? She couldn't think straight with her mind in such chaos.

«I can take you with me, Natalya. We have exchanged blood on two occasions. It would be my pleasure to do so again.» There was seduction in his voice. A threat. A warning.

She studied his face. He was riding the edge of his control. There was too much feeling, too many emotions crowding in and they were feeding each other, back and forth. Natalya took a deep breath and drew back from the edge of the precipice she had nearly rushed over. «I'm sorry, Vikirnoff. I'm very shaken. Thank you for all you've done for me. I'm not acting like it, but I really appreciate it.»

He pressed his lips to her forehead. «Entolam kuulua, avio palafertiilam,» he whispered. «Good luck, kislany,» he added deliberately with a small grin.

She feigned outrage. «I know you didn't just call me a little girl.» There was a lump in her throat, but she forced her gaze to meet his. She could watch him go and never look back if she had to. She was no little girl, but a grown woman with a mind and heart and will of her own. «Go ahead and mock me. You won't be smirking when I find the spell to unbind us.»

«Weave your strongest safeguards, Natalya. No matter what, I will come back. I want you to remember that. I will come back to you.»

He straightened and she caught the slight wince. There was fresh blood leaking onto his shirt. Ashamed that she was holding him there, Natalya waved him away. «Go. I'm going to sleep for two days. That should give you plenty of time to heal, Superman.» It sounded impossible, but small cuts on her own body could heal nearly instantly and Vikirnoff was full Carpathian.

Vikirnoff pulled open the balcony door. The early morning sun was climbing fast. Light spilled over him and into the room. «Do not forget the safeguards, Natalya.»

«I won't.»

He took a step into the burning sun, hesitated and turned back. He hated leaving her. It hurt. A bone-wrenching, gut-churning pain that persisted in spite of the fact that he knew he would find a way to make her safe. She wasn't the only one to deal with separation. He had been alone too many centuries and the idea of being apart from her, unable to protect her, or hold her when she was so upset, bothered him more than he cared to admit. She had crawled under his skin and was entwined around his heart in spite of the fact that she was bold and flip and knew little of respect.

He still didn't know if he approved of her. She didn't act anything like the woman he had envisioned for himself or at all for that matter. When he'd thought about women, they were all gentle and peaceful and sweet. He turned back to her. She looked small and vulnerable, nothing like the little tigress out on the battlefield. Her knees were drawn up and she rested her chin on them, arms drawn tightly around her legs. She looked utterly alone. His heart stuttered. Swearing, he turned back to her, closing the doors firmly. «We are going to need the heavy tapestry.»

«What are you doing?» She kept her gaze fixed on his face. She could look at his face forever. There were lines that shouldn't have been there, but it was a strong face, beautifully

male, sculpted with clean, firm edges. Her heart was doing crazy little somersaults at his words.

«Staying. I am staying.»

Natalya took a deep breath, let it out and crossed the distance between them, taking his hand. «No, you're not. It's enough that you want to stay for me.»

«Not for you, Natalya,» he said. «For me.»

«Where will you be? Tell me where. Show me where and I won't worry.»

His palm cupped the back of her head, brought her to him for a long, searing kiss. Her mouth scorched his, every bit as hungry, her body melting into his, fitting to his form, so that he slid his hands down her back to her bottom and lifted, pressing her pulsing core tight against his heavy erection. He felt desperate, not wanting to let her go. They were both too raw with the emotions they'd relived through the past, with the newness of feeling emotion. He didn't just want to bury his body deep inside hers and stay there, he wanted to hold her forever.

Just stay merged. Inhale her, share her skin as well as her body. It was a fierce, intense desire that shook him to the core of his being.

She loved his mouth, his taste, his smell, everything about him, especially the way he kissed her, as if he could devour her and it still wouldn't be enough. She could have kissed him forever, but the sun was climbing and he was feeling it. In a short time it would be too late, they would have no choices left to them. Maybe that was what he was banking on, but Natalya wasn't willing to allow him to sacrifice his strength and energy. She pulled away from him.

«Go. Show me where you plan to rest and go. It's best for both of us and you know it is. I'll double my safeguards and wait for you.» She knew it was necessary to reassure him and she looked him in the eye, opened her mind to him so he could see she meant it.

He showed the cave with mineral rich soil that he remembered from his childhood. It had been a favorite place, although quite remote. Sharing the coordinates was easy enough with their mind merge. He caught her face in his hands, leaned his head onto hers. «Do not let anything happen to you.»

«You just look out for yourself and remember the Troll King. He's freaky. I'll be really, really mad at you if you get one more scratch on you.» She stroked his cheek. Her hand was trembling so she put it behind her back. «Please go, Vikirnoff. For me, take off now.» Because if he didn't, she was going to cry and then he'd stay and she'd feel guilty and angry with herself. «Please. For me.»

Vikirnoff turned abruptly and launched himself into the air, shifting into the form of a bird, uncaring that it ripped his wounds and droplets of blood dripped from the sky.

Mikhail. I have need of you. He sent the call. Imperative. Demanding.

I am here.

I go to ground to heal.

I felt the wounds. I will send aid to your lifemate. The brother and sister of Traian's lifemate are here. I will send them and they will make certain she survives the separation. Let her know to expect them.

Vikirnoff sent Natalya the information. Immediately he received the impression of a snarl. I do not need a baby-sitter.