Sins of the Night (Dark-Hunter #8)(20)
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon

And there was a an easy peacefulness to Alexion that hadn’t been there before.

"You’re welcome," she said, taking his hand in hers and lifting it so that she could lightly nip his fingers. "I have to say you were incredible."

"Yeah, well, they don’t let me out much."

She laughed at that as she traced his hard nipple. "I think I’m glad about that."

He kissed her gently, then urged her back down on the mattress. "You should get a good day’s sleep."

She wrinkled her nose at that. "It’s kind of hard. I haven’t slept away from my home in centuries. I’m not sure about that daylight that’s starting to spill through the curtains either. It’s making me a little nervous."

He wrapped his arms around her and snuggled close. "I won’t let it hurt you."

Warmth spread through her. "It’s a nice thought, but even with your powers, I somehow think Apollo might win."

The room went pitch-black. There was no sign of a single ray of sunshine now. "Sleep in peace, Danger. I won’t let anything hurt you. I promise."

And that was the kindest thing anyone had ever done for her. Her eyes tearing from the strange tenderness that flooded her, she moved her head to kiss his arm, then snuggled down to rest.

She fell asleep with the sensation of his hand gently stroking her hair while he whispered softly to her in a language she didn’t understand.

Alexion felt her relax. A slow smile curved his lips as he remembered the way she’d made love to him.

She’d been superb. His lips were still raw from her fanged kisses and he wouldn’t have it any other way. But with that feeling of total satiation came the knowledge that what they had at this moment was so fleeting-it was nothing more than a mere blink.

He would remember her forever and she would forget him completely once he left here.

That was Acheron’s mandate. No Dark-Hunter could ever remember they had seen him. Those who were saved always had their memories purged.

Her life would go on without him. That had never bothered him before, but today…

Today he wanted more.

Wanting more is the root of all evil. The concept has ruined more lives than it has ever made.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he knew it was an echo of Acheron’s words, he would almost swear his boss was in his head again.

"Where are you, Ash?" he whispered. "I could really use your guidance right now."

But it was futile. There was nothing Acheron could tell him that he wanted to hear and he knew it. He was without an out clause. He was without a body or a soul. Literally, he had nothing to offer her. Ever.

He had nothing to offer any woman.

Everything has a price. Nothing is ever free. His price for not being damned was eternity spent alone.

At least I have this moment.

For that he was grateful and he would not regret it. He wouldn’t.

Alexion tensed as he felt that odd prickling sensation of the sfora again.

"If that’s you, Stryker, then do your worst."

If he didn’t know better, he’d swear that he heard a voice in his head sneer the words, "I intend to."

Chapter 14

Danger came awake to something tickling her nose. Shaking her head, she brushed it away, only to have it return again to annoy her.

Aggravated, she opened her eyes to find Alexion kneeling on the floor beside her with a devastatingly gorgeous grin on his face. He laid the rose he’d been tormenting her with down on the mattress in front of her.

"Good evening, beautiful. I was afraid you were going to sleep the night away."

Danger returned his smile as she stretched and yawned. "What time is it?"

"Almost eight."

She froze at his words. "What?"

He leaned his chin on the mattress. There was something very innocent and sweet about that gesture. It was wholly unexpected from a man who was capable of the power this one commanded. "I told you. You were sleeping the night away."

She was completely stunned. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d overslept. Come to think of it, she’d never done this before. Six hours a night was her maximum. But this time she’d managed to sleep twelve and she wasn’t even in her own bed. How had that happened?

Maybe you need mind-blowing sex more often?

Well, that went without saying.

Yawning, she sat up slowly, clutching the sheet to her to find a nice dinner laid out on the small table by the window. This was just too good to be true-a man who could be terrifyingly powerful and protective, awesome in bed, and still be considerate enough to feed her a decent meal the next day.

No guy was this perfect.

She cringed as that thought went through her. Oh, yeah, he did have one serious drawback. He was rather dead and "other." But for an eternity of this kind of pampering, she just might be willing to overlook that one disturbing flaw. After all, she was no picnic herself.

Alexion turned a lamp on by the table. "I hope you like Chinese."

"As a matter of fact, I do." For some reason that made no sense whatsoever, she had a sudden case of shyness about leaving the bed buck nak*d while he stood there with that intense stare. She looked about the room awkwardly, wondering how she could dress without him seeing her.

Blind him?

That might be a problem, not to mention… rude.

He scratched his chin before he indicated the door with his thumb. "You want a Coke to drink? I can go get you one."

She smiled, relieved that he was a little more intuitive than most men. He really was "other." No mere mortal man would do such a thing. "Yes, please. That would be great."

He nodded, then left her alone.

Picking up the rose to inhale its fragrance, Danger took the time to lie back in the bed and remember the way they had spent the early morning hours.

To be awakened like this was something wonderful indeed.

"A woman could get used to this." She sighed dreamily as a foreign sensation of warmth and happiness rippled through her. "I think I like ‘other.’"

"Other" gave her a satisfaction the likes of which she’d never known before. He made her feel things that she had never thought to feel again. She was actually giddy with the idea of spending another night with him.

Giddy? Me?

It was inconceivable that she would feel that. Yet she did. There was no way to deny it.

If only it could last. But she knew better. Their time together was all too limited.

Sighing, she got up and went to take a quick shower.

Alexion hesitated inside the room as he heard the water running in the bathroom. He had a perfect image in his mind of the water running over Danger’s nak*d body. Of her soaping herself… Touching her flesh intimately.

An image of her in there running her hands over her br**sts with her legs slightly parted.

His c**k hardened immediately.

It was more than he could stand. His mouth dry, he set the drink down and went to push open the door to the bathroom. "Need someone to scrub your back?"

She made a squeak as if he’d startled her. "What are you doing in here?" she snapped.

"Wanting to see you nak*d in the shower," he said without embarrassment or hesitation.

She opened the curtain to stare at him. Her hair was plastered to her body, but the strands parted over her br**sts, leaving the tips of them bare to his hungry gaze. "You need to learn control."

"That I have in spades."

She ran an equally hot look over his clothed body. "I am tempted, but I slept too late. We need to get back out there and see what’s up with Kyros and crew."

She was right.

"Fine," he said, hating the fact that he had a job to do that didn’t include more nak*d time with her. "Hormones leashed." He let out a tired breath, then started away.

She caught his hand to stop him. "There’s always the dawn, you know?"

He lifted her hand so that he could place a kiss to the back of her knuckles. "Is that a promise?"

She nodded.

He closed his eyes and savored the softness of her skin before he released her and allowed her to finish her bath. But it was hard.

Not as hard as I am.

That was certainly true enough. He was having a difficult time sitting with the erection that wouldn’t be denied.

While she finished showering, he distracted himself by preparing her food. Impulsively, he picked up a piece of the chicken to taste it.

His heart clenched as he tasted nothing. It was like the popcorn. There was no difference whatsoever. Only the texture differentiated one from the other.

"I miss eating," he breathed, moving away from the white containers of food. As a man, he had liked nothing better than that long feast at the end of a battle. The roasted lamb and beef that had been marinated in wine and spices. Goblets of rich, red wine and mead.

His mother had made the best honeyed bread he’d ever tasted.

Of all the things he’d lost by being reincarnated, he hated losing the ability to taste the most.

No, that wasn’t true, he hated losing his soul, but the food was a close second.

He heard the door open. Turning, he saw Danger leaving the bathroom, fully dressed. She had a white towel wound round her head. "How is it?"

"Still warm." That was all he could tell about it.

"Are you eating?"

"I ate already," he lied. She was suspicious enough about what sustained him. The last thing he needed to do was confide in her how Acheron kept him alive. There were some things she didn’t need to know.

Just as she sat down, her cell phone rang. Picking it up, Danger looked at the caller ID. "It’s Kyros."

She opened the phone, then answered it.

"Yeah," she said after a brief pause. "We’re still in Starkville. Where are you?"

Alexion closed his eyes and concentrated so that he could hear Kyros through the phone.

"Where are you staying?" Kyros asked.

"In a hotel."

"Is Ias with you?"

Danger cleared her throat before she answered. "Why do you want to know?"

"I’ve been thinking about what he said and I wanted to talk to him again."

"Hang on." She handed the phone to him.

Hoping his friend had come to his senses, Alexion placed it to his ear. "Yes?"

"How close are you to Acheron?"

"Very. Why?"

"Is it true that he has his own demon?"

Alexion decided to play vague. Simi’s existence was something Acheron only shared with a few Dark-Hunters, and Kyros wasn’t one of the privileged few. "What demon?"

"Be honest with me, Ias," he snarled. "Dammit, you owe me that much."

Alexion ground his teeth. What harm could there be in answering that one question? It wasn’t as if Simi couldn’t protect herself, especially against a Dark-Hunter. "Yes, he has a demon."

"Then, if I were you, I’d summon it."

"Why?"

No sooner was the question out of his mouth than someone knocked on their door.

Kyros hung up on him.

"That’s weird," he said, pushing the button to turn the phone off while Danger got up to open the door.

Before she reached it, a small ball of light came through the wood as if it were nothing tangible. The door itself was left intact while the ball twirled to the center of the room where it grew larger and larger until it was the size and shape of a grown woman.

Two seconds later, a bright burst of light flashed into the room and the shape became that of a tall, fanged female demon.

She had black horns, black lips, red wings, black hair, and yellow eyes. Her skin was marbled with red and black.

But what caught him by surprise was the fact that he knew her face as well as he knew his own.

"Simi?"

She hissed at him, then attacked. She grabbed his arm and slung him into the wall.

Alexion rebounded off it, but caught himself. What the hell was going on here? Simi would never hurt him. Not like this.

She moved to hit him again.

He jumped back, out of her reach. "What is wrong with you, Sim?" he asked in Charonte.

"Do not defile my language, human scum," she snarled angrily.

At least that’s what he thought she said. Her words and pronunciation were different from the Charonte that Simi spoke. It was like another dialect.

Danger started for her.

"No!" he snapped. He had to understand this. How could this demon look so much like Acheron’s?

"Who are you?" he asked her.

She cocked her head and glared at him with absolute hatred. Her white fangs flashed against her much darker skin tone. "I am death and destruction and I am here to claim your life, worm."

Danger actually growled at him. "Alexion…"

"Please, Danger, trust me."

The words were barely out of his mouth before the demon grabbed him by the throat and slung him to the ground.

"Protula akri gonatizum, vlaza!"

The demon curled her lip at him. "You are no god to command me, servant. Xirena bows before no one."

He would have made a comment to that, but the grip on his throat made it impossible to speak. She tore open his shirt as if she were about to rip his heart out.

"I think I need to interfere, Alexion," Danger said, inching closer to them. "From where I’m standing, you’re losing big time."