Элисон Ноэль - Dark Flame

He looks at me, the weight of his gaze causing my pulse to quicken and my heart to crash until I can't-I can't-"Ask me a question, Ever." He peers at me closely. "Ask me anything you want. The sooner we finish with me, the sooner we can get on to you and determine just what it is you desire most."

I stand beside him, struggling to steel myself, to center myself, but it's no use, I can't do it, can't play this game anymore.

"Would you rather we skip ahead?" he asks, gaze moving over me, slowly, deeply. "Would you prefer I test you instead?"

He waits, giving me a moment to collect myself, to take a deep breath and bid a silent plea to Hecate, asking her for the strength to get through this, to get what I came for. But when I look at Roman again, I realize Hecate has left me, I'm all on my own.

"It is the antidote you want, right?" he asks, turning toward me, so close I can feel his breath on my cheek, his lips just inches from mine. "That is the one true thing you desire above all else?"

Yes! I shout, the word coming from somewhere down deep as my mind repeats it with such force I'm sure he can hear it.

Only he can't hear it.

Because it was never voiced.

It's just an empty sound that bounces around in my head until it finally dies out.

And the second his eyes meet mine-I'm gone.

The flame roaring through me, setting my body ablaze, as my fingers, hungry for the feel of his flesh, grasp and claw at that smooth expanse of golden tanned chest.

"Careful, luv." He grips my wrists and pulls me tightly to him, eyes narrowed, lips moist and wet. "I've never been one for the scratch marks, no matter how fast they may fade." Holding me away from him as his gaze trails down my body-hungry, predatory, and I the banquet before him. "Also, we'll have none of this nonsense." He laughs, loosening the amulet from my neck and tossing it clear to the other side of the room where it rolls and bounces and clinks against the ground.

But I don't care about that, don't care about anything but the feel of his fingers snaking their way down my back, the way he buries his face in my hair and presses his nose to my neck, inhaling strongly, deeply, filling himself with my scent. His gaze burning into mine as he lifts me into his arms and lowers me onto the couch. Ridding himself of his jacket and unfastening his jeans as I run my hands over his skin and pull him down to me, eager for the feel of his kiss, his lips upon mine.

Gasping when he pushes me away, removes my hands from his neck, and says, "Take it easy, luv. You're the one who doesn't like all that foreplay, remember? There's plenty of time for that later, but first, let's get this thing done. After all, you've been waiting for-what? Four hundred years, is it?"

I pull him back to me, hungry for more-more of his skin-more of the taste of him-my body pushing, arching, desperate to meet his, my lips swollen, greedy for all he can give.

Wanting him to want me in the way I want him, and willing to do whatever it takes to get him to kiss me-then suddenly remembering just what that is. .

He wedges his knee between mine, losing his jeans and squaring his hips, positioning himself as he says, "This'll only hurt a minute, luv, and then-" And then he looks at me and everything stops-his eyes glazed with longing, lips parted in wonder, as that look-the look I've been longing for, yearning for, suddenly takes over.

The look that tells me he wants me-needs me-as much as I want and need him.

I pull him down to me, desperate to finally feel the press of his lips when he bends toward me, voice a whisper of hushed reverence when he says, "Drina-" I pull back, squinting, confused, looking into his eyes and seeing what he sees-flaming red hair, porcelain skin, emerald green eyes-a reflection that doesn't belong to-me.

"Drina. ." he mumbles, "Drina, I. ."

And while my body's still responding, encouraging his touch, his gentle caress of my skin, my heart's shrinking back, refusing to play. Something is wrong-something's gone very-very-wrong-something that clings to the outer edges, just starting to form and take shape, when he tugs at my dress and it slips right away.

And when I gaze at him, see that glazed look in his eyes, I know it's almost here. My birthday gift-the thing I wanted most-is about to be mine.

Vaguely aware that from this moment on, nothing will ever be the same.

Nothing.

Never. Ever. Again.

He moves my legs apart as I brace for that brief flash of pain. Turning my head to face the mirror on the far wall, only to be met by an image of a girl with flaming red hair, luminescent pale skin, emerald green eyes, and a smile so feral I recognize it immediately.

The same image he sees when he looks at me.

Only it's not really me. Not me at all!

"Ready, luv?" Roman gazes down at me, anticipation marked on his face.

And while my head nods in assent and my body lifts to meet his, it's not really me who's responding. The monster may rule my body, but it's got nothing to do with my heart or my soul.

Like Roman said earlier: In the end, the truth always wins.

And lucky for me, my soul knows the score.

I close my eyes and focus on my heart chakra, seeing that spinning green wheel of energy emanating right from the center of my chest, encouraging it to grow outward, expand, getting bigger and bigger until-Roman mumbles my name, only it's not really my name, it's her name, voice thick with anticipation, eager to begin, having no idea what I'm up to, that, for a moment anyway, I've managed to win.

I bring my knee up and jam it straight into him. My ears ringing with the sound of his agonized scream, as his hands clutch between his legs and his eyes roll back in his head. I slip out from under him, moving hurriedly, quickly, knowing it's just a matter of seconds before he's healed and back at full strength again.

"Where are you hiding it?" I ask, frantically tugging on my clothes and slamming my amulet back down around my neck, knowing without looking that he sees me as the blond-haired, blue-eyed me again. "Where is it?" I demand, glancing around the small, well-ordered lab.

He ducks his head, carefully inspecting himself, as he mutters, "Damn it, Ever-" But I've no time for that. "Tell me where it is!" I shout, struggling to focus on my heart chakra as I clutch the amulet tightly to my chest.

"Are you crazy?" He shrugs on his jeans and scowls. "You pull a crap move like that and expect me to help you?" He shakes his head. "Forget it. You could've had that antidote, you could've walked away with it ten minutes ago, but you made your choice, Ever. Fair and square as we both know. I was fully prepared to hand it over, and no, it's not here, so don't bother ransacking the place in search of it. Seriously, just how daft do you think I am?" He pulls on his smoking jacket and yanks it closed across his chest, as though to keep from tempting me again. But despite the monster still clamoring inside, I'm no longer interested. The beast may be alive and well, but my heart and soul are now leading. "I was fully prepared to lead you to it, but you chose otherwise. And just because you had a last minute change of heart-" He lifts his brow in a way that tells me he knows the source of my strength. "That doesn't change a thing. You chose me, Ever.

I'm what you wanted most. But now, after the stunt you just pulled, you'll get neither." He shakes his head. "No second chances after a crap move like that."

I stand before him, the dark flame raging within, urging me toward those ocean blue eyes, golden tousle of hair, moist waiting lips, trim, slinky hips. .

"No," I mumble, taking a step back. "I don't want you. I've never wanted you. It's not me-it's-it's something else. This isn't my fault, I'm not in control!"

I press my lips together, knowing there's only one way out of here, but that I shouldn't do it in front of him, shouldn't raise his suspicions like that. But still, it's not like I can trust my legs to carry me anywhere but to his bed.