Keri Arthur - Deadly Desire

I ran my fingers down his cheek and lightly across his lips. He kissed each fingertip gently. And again, it felt like a blow.

"You're very tense," he commented, his dark eyes on mine. "Would you like me to draw you a scented bath?"

"No." Because how on earth could I relax until I knew? "I'd much rather be kissed senseless until everything else just slips away."

Please let it all slip away.

Please let it be like its always been.

"That I can also do." A smile curved his lips as he gathered me in his arms.

For the briefest of moments, something within me fought his touch. Fought him . And the fear surged.

No, I thought. No .

Then his lips were on mine, and I forced myself to relax. Thrust away the fear, and concentrated instead on the kiss, on his scent, on the heat of his body pressing so close to mine.

The tension within seemed to ease a little, and while the ice didn't melt, I didn't have any immediate urge to reject him, either.

But was I supposed to have such an urge?

Ben had never really explained the finer points of sex once he'd met his soul mate. All he'd said was that he simply didn't want another partner when she was alive.

Concentrate , I thought. Don't think. Don't worry. Just do .

But it was easier thought than done.

The tension continued to roll through me in waves, but as his kisses and caresses moved down my body, a dreamy sense of enjoyment soon joined it. It wasn't the heat and the fire that marked many of our encounters, but then, it didn't need to be.

Slow was good, too.

He continued to tease me, touch me, tasting and exploring every part of my body with his hands and his tongue, making every inch of me tingle. Every inch of me ache with wanting him.

Wanting not just him , but the truth.

I needed the answer, more than I'd needed anything in my entire life.

"Please," I whispered, with an urgency he couldn't yet understand.

He chuckled softly, then wrapped his free hand around my neck and kissed me hard. As his mouth claimed mine, he slid into me. It felt good, and it felt right, as if in that one moment of unity, our souls had merged and danced as one-and all I wanted to do was cry in relief.

It might not be as strong as what I'd felt with Kye, but it was there, and it was real, and it meant that I had the choice. That I didn't have to destroy what had only just begun.

Then Quinn began to move, and everything else slipped away, lost to the glory of the moment. All I could do was move with him, savoring and enjoying every tiny sensation flowing through me. I shuddered, writhed, as the sweet pressure built, until it felt as if I was going to tear apart from the sheer force of it. Then it all did tear apart, and his body was slamming into mine so hard the whole bed shook. When his teeth entered my neck, it heightened everything all over again, and I came a second time.

When I finally caught my breath again, I took his face between my palms and kissed him long and slow. "You have no idea just how much of a relief that was."

He rolled to one side and gathered me close. It felt so right in his arms that I just wanted to cry. At least I was still free to enjoy all this. Fate had left me that, if nothing else.

"There's nothing like a good dose of lovemaking to ease a body's tension," he said, a smile in his voice.

"Yes." I hesitated. The cowardly part of me just didn't want to fess up about what had happened and why I'd been so tense, but that wouldn't fair. Besides, he had to know, because we'd no doubt be dealing with the consequences soon enough. "You know those discoveries I mentioned earlier?"

"Yes."

"Well, they weren't exactly work related."

He frowned lightly-something I felt rather than saw. "Then what were they?"

"Personal." I hesitated again. "And huge in so many different ways."

Tension rolled through his limbs, there one moment and gone the next. Quinn was nothing if not controlled. "Whatever it is, just come out with it, Riley."

But I couldn't. I just couldn't force the damn words past my tongue. Not when I knew they were going to hurt him so much. So instead I said, "You remember how Dia once asked me if a person with two souls can have just one soul mate?"

"Yes." His voice was cool, as controlled as the rest of him. But I still felt his trepidation. It felt like a storm cloud gathering power in the distance.

"Well, it appears she was right."

The air suddenly seemed alive with energy and emotion. For one sharp moment, it rolled over me, grabbing at my breath, my body, pummeling it, making it ache as fiercely as if he were hitting me.

Then it was gone, snapped behind his icy control again.

"So you've found your wolf soul mate."

A statement, not a question.

"Yes."

He pulled his arm out from underneath me and rolled off the bed, stalking naked to the window. For several moments he did nothing more than breathe deeply. There was no anger, no emotion, nothing that even hinted at turmoil. Nothing more than that controlled breathing.

Eventually, he asked, voice still as even as his breathing, "Where does that leave us?"

"You haven't even asked who it is, Quinn."

"I don't want to know," he snapped, and just for a moment, the calm broke and his voice became fury. Became death itself. "I told you long ago my being had claimed you, Riley. That being is willing to kill to keep you."

"You kill him, you risk killing me."

He didn't say anything. Maybe he couldn't.

"Quinn, I don't want my soul mate. I don't like him, and I don't want to spend my life with him."

"He's your soul mate. Whether you like him or not is really irrelevant."

"That might be the case normally, but I am not normal. This whole situation is not normal."

Again he didn't answer.

"Damn it," I exploded. "Whatever my wolf feels, she is not the whole of me. And the part of me that is vampire wants you , not him."

He finally turned around to face me. There were tears in his eyes. Goddamn tears. For me. For us.

I scrambled off the bed and ran to him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me so tight I could barely breathe, but I didn't care.

I wanted this. Wanted him.

Wanted us.

"We have to face this together, Quinn. I don't want to go forward without you. I really don't."

"He's your soul mate-"

"But so are you! Damn it, the connection is there, and it's real, and I don't care if it isn't as deep or as strong as what I feel with my wolf. It's there , and I'm going to do everything I can to hold onto it."

He laughed softly. "What you or I want may not matter in the end."

"Maybe it won't, but we can still try." I shifted my head from his shoulder, looked into the gloriously emotional depths of his dark eyes, and whispered, "Please tell me you'll try."

He took a deep breath and released it slowly. "I've fought for a very long time to make you mine, Riley. It's not within me to give up now, no matter how impossible the odds."

The relief that rushed through me was so great that my knees felt like they were going to buckle.

He wasn't going to walk away.

He was going to remain in my life.

All I had to do now was hope fate let it stay that way.