Dark Promises(94)

“Let me go. I want to go home.”

“You know I cannot do that, Trixie.”

She stiffened, her heart pounding so loudly she was certain it echoed throughout the four empty walls.

“We will return to your family,” he said softly. “I promise you that. When the ritual is complete, we will call Teagan in to try to help heal the ancients enough to allow them to leave this place. If it does not work, I have already explained to Aleksei that you need to return home and I will go with you to the States.”

She shook her head. She couldn’t bring him home. Not to her granddaughters and their husbands. What would they think? They already believed she’d lost her mind. If she showed up with a man as gorgeous as Fane, one who looked far younger than her . . .

“You are beautiful, Trixie. Absolutely beautiful. We belong together. You already know that. I saw the conversation with Gabrielle in your mind. You know what a lifemate is.”

“There’s a mistake,” she said in a low voice. She had to reach for her voice because there was a part of her that wanted to keep him. She didn’t know why. She was an independent woman and common sense dictated that she didn’t want to have a man around to share her life, to be bossy, and there was no doubt in her mind Fane could be bossy. And he had the ability to silence her. That was totally unacceptable. She would not be silenced. She fought too hard to get where she was. No man was going to take that away from her. “This is a terrible mistake. You recognized the wrong person.”

His mouth moved over the nape of her neck, around to the side where her pulse pounded hard. “You know it is not a mistake. You feel it, too.” His tongue tasted her skin. Swirled there. Her head fell back of its own volition, turning slightly to give him better access. An invitation.

Her pulse pounded and throbbed in that secret part of her. She felt her womb clench and her sex spasm. Her breath left her lungs in a hot rush. As hard as she tried, she couldn’t stop her body’s reaction. His mouth was hot. His tongue swirled and his teeth scraped erotically. Anticipation had her body growing hot, but anticipation of what, she couldn’t say, only that she wanted . . . needed.

His teeth sank deep and she arched her back, crying out, reaching around behind her for his bent head, trying to circle it with her arm to hold him to her. She felt in a fog, a hazy, sinful dream that sent spears of desire shooting through her, straight to her core. Fire spread, down her thighs, up her belly, traveling to her breasts so that the material of her clothes hurt her skin.

She heard herself moan. Low. Needy. Hungry even. His mouth continued to work at her neck and she knew she would have a love bite there, just like a silly teenager. She thought to protest, but her body was too far gone, already belonging to him. She tasted him in her mouth. That was the odd thing. She knew his taste although she had no idea where it came from, but suddenly the craving was there.

She felt him moving in her mind, stroking caresses there, soothing her, whispering softly in his own language. She had no idea what he whispered to her, but it was soft and sexy and she knew it was beautiful. She knew because the notes around them blended into the most beautiful symphony she’d ever heard. Her own moans seemed to accompany the song playing around and through them.

Joŋesz éntölem, fél ku kuuluaak sívam belsö. Come to me, beloved. Palj3 na éntölem. Closer. Aćke éntölem it. Take another step toward me. Ńůp@l mam. Toward my world. Sõl olen engemal, sarna sívametak. Dare to be with me, song of my heart.

His tongue swept across her neck and he turned her around to face him, still locking her body close to his.

Tõdak pitäsz wäke bekimet mekesz kaiket, emni. He spoke again in his own language and then once again translated for her, the words in her mind, not spoken aloud. I know you have the courage to face anything, my lady.

His hand moved to his shirt, opening the front. Very gently he took her hand and smoothed her palm over the heavy muscles of his chest right over his heart. Feel that. You are hän ku vigyáz sívamet és sielamet. Once again he whispered the words into her mind, filling her with him. With his strength. With his need. He translated into her language and it was poetry. Keeper of my heart and soul.

She leaned forward to press her mouth over his heated skin. She felt his pulse accelerate. Call to her. She heard the swelling notes of their song.

Joŋesz éntölem, fél ku kuuluaak sívam belsö. Come to me, beloved, he repeated. Come closer to me, Trixie. I need you.

His finger slid across his chest, right over his pulse, and she followed that path instinctively. He cupped the back of her head and threw back his own, his breath leaving his lungs in a harsh stream. She tasted that exquisite ambrosia in her mouth. It was familiar to her, and immediately she couldn’t get enough. She lapped at the tiny beads there and then, at his urging, began to suckle, drawing more and more into her mouth. The taste burst through her like champagne bubbles.