Falling Blind
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Ronan left. Cain pulled Rory into her bedroom and shut the door.
“What?” she asked, suspicion narrowing her eyes.
“I wanted to prepare you for what’s going to happen. I don’t like the idea of you being scared or unpleasantly surprised.”
“Okay. Just do it quick, because now I’m even more freaked out.”
“He’s going to drink your blood.”
“Uh. No, he’s not.”
Cain cupped her shoulders in his hands. “There’s no other way. But you should know that I’ll be right there. I won’t let him take too much or do anything else to hurt you.”
“He’s going to be fucking around with my head. How will you even know what he’s doing?”
Without the heavy mask of eye makeup, she looked more vulnerable. She was vulnerable. She just didn’t always acknowledge it. He’d taken his cues from her, assuming she was okay with everything that had been piled atop her over the past few hours. But there was no way she could be okay with that large a burden.
“If you allow it, I’ll slide inside your head as I have before. I’ll be as close to you as I can, monitoring everything that Ronan does.”
“If I allow it? I demand it. I don’t trust him. I’m sure he’s a good guy and all, but I don’t trust anyone when it comes to psychic brain surgery.”
But she trusted Cain—at least enough to demand that he monitor Ronan’s actions.
That was a gift Cain hadn’t expected, and it lifted him up on another heady wave of renewed purpose.
Again that strange, bubbling feeling spread across his chest. Only this time, he was sure Rory felt it, because she shoved his shirt up, baring his lifemark.
New, tiny buds now lined the branches of the tree. A few of them had unfurled to reveal pale, shiny green leaves.
He knew it was supposed to happen, but it was still hard to believe. The sight left him shaken and so grateful he was unable to speak past the knot in his throat.
Rory had saved him. Her connection to him had renewed his lifemark, driving away all traces of pain and decay.
Cain was reborn, and it was Rory who had given him new life. At least for now.
“Whoa. How the hell . . . ?” Rory ran her finger along his skin, making his abdomen clench with delight.
His voice was thick with emotion and quiet with reverence. “You did that. You took my luceria and gave me a second chance.”
Her fingers trembled across his chest, gliding up until she’d reached his heart. She looked up at him with gratitude shining in her dark eyes. “I’ve never done anything that cool in my life. It makes me wonder what other cool stuff I might be able to do.”
“Whatever you want, Rory. I’m certain that you will be a force of nature.”
“Like that woman you showed me from your memories?”
“Yes. Just like that.”
She was quiet for a moment. “Thank you, Cain.”
“For what?” He had done nothing, when she had given him everything.
“For making me believe I don’t completely suck. For showing me that magic is real.”
He’d hardly shown her anything—just a single drop in an ocean. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
If she gave him a few centuries, he’d show her the world.
She went up on tiptoe and kissed him lightly on the mouth. It was over so fast, he hadn’t even gotten over his shock before it was over.
His mouth tingled, and watered for more, but he stood there, frozen, sure that if he so much as twitched, he’d simply drive her back to the bed and spend the rest of the night claiming her body as his own private playground.
The longer he stood there, the darker her cheeks became, flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry. I just wanted to know what it was like to kiss you. In case things with Ronan go bad.”
Finally, his sputtering brain caught up with what had just happened. She’d kissed him because she thought she might die. Because she wanted that before her life ended.
Cain wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her, but he couldn’t fault her for being afraid. He was as well. Only his certain knowledge that he would find a way to keep her safe—whatever the cost—kept him steady.
“You still don’t know what it’s like to kiss me,” he finally managed to say.
“What?”
“That wasn’t a real kiss.” He gripped her hips to hold her still while he closed the gap between their bodies. “This is a real kiss.”
He lowered his mouth to hers. Slowly, this time savoring the moment that his lips touched hers. A tingling shock so gentle it was almost a caress lingered between them. He tilted his head slightly, willing her to open her lips and let him in. He needed to taste her, to commit all of her to memory so that he could always find this moment in his thoughts.
The intoxicating scent of her skin spun around him, the air heated by the growing inferno in his body. Desire rained down, pelting him with the need for more.
Her lips parted on a soft sigh of surrender. The rougher side of him—the one that had fought and conquered for centuries—rose up in ferocious excitement. It wanted to stake a claim—to take what it wanted and never let go.
Cain shut it down before things could get out of control, but that need was burning there, ready to break free if he presented even the slightest crack in his willpower.
Rory’s mouth became demanding, her tongue gliding along the inside of his lips, dipping to tease him. She pushed him back. He let her, willing to go wherever she wanted so long as he didn’t have to lift his mouth from hers.
He hit the wall hard enough to send something to his left crashing to the floor. He didn’t care what.
Rory’s fingers gripped his head, her nails leaving the most delicious little stinging bites in his scalp. He lifted her up, propping her ass in one hand so she could more easily reach him. But now that his hand was full of hot, curvy flesh, his world went a little sideways.
His body throbbed with lust, each beat of his heart working in a futile effort to cool his skin. It did no good. The press of her breasts against his chest, the sweet heat of her mouth on his, the aggressive little growls she let out—it all crashed together, rendering him senseless.
He had to have more. All of her. Strip her down, lay her out, fill her up until there was no more room between them for anything other than pleasure. That’s what she deserved.
A hard knock sounded on the door. “Everything okay?” asked Ronan. “I heard glass breaking.”
Go away, was what Cain wanted to say, but he couldn’t stand to pull his mouth away from hers for even a second.
Ronan knocked again. “We really need to get on with this. Andra’s shield won’t last forever.”
Shit. Ronan was right.
Cain hated to admit it, but he couldn’t risk Rory’s safety—not even for the pleasure of kissing her.
He lowered her to the ground, disengaging their bodies. She stared at him in challenge, her dark, shiny lips parted in a speedy pant. “I’m not done with you yet,” she said.
His cock jerked toward her in demand. “Good to know.”
“When Ronan is done, you and I are coming right back here. And you’re going to give me what I want.”
“And what is that, Rory?” he asked, cursing himself for tempting fate like that.
She stroked his erection through his jeans, nearly making him come apart. “I want you naked, in my bed. In my body.”
Cain shuddered at the image she painted, unable to deny her. “Anything you want. As soon as it’s safe.”
He hadn’t intended it to be a vow, but the weight of his words settled over him, sealing him to his commitment.
“Now I’m not so afraid.”
“Why is that?”
A sexy grin curled her mouth, nearly bringing Cain to his knees. “Because there’s no way I’m dying now—not with you as the prize for surviving.”
Chapter 17
Connal woke up ravenous. He’d sent repeated calls for help to his contacts among the Synestryn, leaving messages in all of the locations he’d previously used, but no responses had been forthcoming. As the days passed, he grew weaker.
None of the Gerai blood he’d taken over the past few weeks seemed to ease his hunger. The only time he’d felt sated in the past year had been when he’d fed from the woman that Zillah had impregnated—Beth, the woman who had been stolen from Zillah and now lived here at Dabyr with her sister.
She had been taken as a child and raised in the caves. She’d been fed demon blood—her body altered so she could bear half-Synestryn children. Beth’s child had died before it was born. But Ella’s had lived. She’d lied and said that her child was human—that she’d been pregnant before she’d been taken by the Synestryn—but Connal could sense the lie running through the little boy’s veins. He wasn’t sure why no one else could.
Maybe because Connal had been altered in some small way, too.
He’d fed from Beth, and the child growing inside of her had enough of its father’s power to weaken Connal’s control. He’d been made to do things, to turn on his allies in exchange for the only food that made the pangs of starvation ease.
And now that food was here, living under the same roof as him, tempting him with her proximity.
Connal had been avoiding her for months for fear that she’d recognize him and reveal what he’d done. He’d tried to assuage his guilt by telling her that her blood was the key to her rescue, but he’d never dreamed that his decision would put him in this situation.
Knowing she could ease his hunger, but keeping his distance was killing him. No matter how much blood he took, he still remembered the dark power lacing her cells, filling him and making him strong, the way he was meant to be.
He could no longer hold back. He had to feed. From her. Now.
He’d catch her alone and wipe her mind of the event. She’d never even know he’d found her. He’d be sated and able to stay away. At least for a while.
Connal pulled the hood of a sweatshirt onto his head. Cameras were everywhere in the compound, and there was no sense in taking any chances. He’d already been caught on camera once, disabling the security devices along the outer walls so others could break in. His face hadn’t been visible, and no one knew that it had been him, but he was a cautious man. Only starvation forced him to take chances now.
He knew where Beth lived. He’d watched her from a distance as she’d shared meals with her sister or the other human women here. She was trying to move on with her life. She was still so young. With luck, she would live a long, long time, providing Connal with the blood he needed to survive for years to come.
It was late. Many of the humans were in their quarters, preparing for bed. As he passed through the dining hall, he spotted Beth’s sister sweeping floors.
Everyone pitched in to keep Dabyr running. And if Ella was here, chances were good that Beth was alone.
Perfect.
Connal kept his head down as he hurried to her suite. He knocked on the door, and she opened it a crack.
He didn’t wait to give her time to recognize him. He simply pushed into the room and shut the door behind him, taking control of her body as he went.