by Larissa Ione
The human blood they forced into his stomach was keeping him alive, even though most of it came back up.
Fuck, he was miserable. He’d looked in the bathroom mirror, had barely recognized the gaunt face or the hollow eyes staring back at him. He was so weakened that after only a couple of minutes of pacing he’d have to rest, but then, his periods of noncrazy lasted only about five minutes, anyway.
He glanced at his watch. In about ninety seconds, he’d slide back into insanity, where nothing but hunger, violence, and Sin existed.
Sin.
He ached for her. His entire body felt bruised, and the center of his chest stung, telling him his yearning was more than physical. He missed her, couldn’t stop thinking about the stupid little things, like how she smiled. How she ate. How her voice went low and smoky when he touched her. Holy hell, he would give anything to be with her like a normal person.
But that would never happen, and he was the world’s biggest dumbass to even fantasize about it. The best he could hope for was to get clean and spend the rest of his life ruling the dhampire clan. Participating in the mating rituals with females he probably wouldn’t even like.
The door swung open, and Eidolon strode in. “Get on the bed.”
It was a little early, but Con didn’t have the energy to argue. He lay stiffly as Eidolon strapped him down… extra tight.
Con glared. “What, is circulation in my extremities an option now?”
Eidolon tugged hard on the leather strap that crossed over his chest. “Sin’s here to see you.”
“What?” Con’s voice was strangled, and it had nothing to do with the final strap Eidolon was tightening over his neck. “No! You can’t let her—”
“Too late.” Sin swept into the room the way she always did, like a storm cloud that stirred up everything and everyone around it. She was wrapped like a gift in black leather, from her zip-front, sleeveless corset and matching miniskirt to the sleek boots that came up to her knees, revealing a toned expanse of thigh he remembered touching. Kissing. Remembered those legs wrapping around his waist and resting on either side of his head.
Fever swamped him, his fangs sliced out of his gums, his vision trained on her like a laser sight, and his entire body strained against the bonds. “Get out.”
Eidolon complied, even though he wasn’t the intended recipient of Con’s order. He did, however, shoot Con a deadly look of warning before he closed the door behind him.
“Wow,” Sin said, her high-heeled boots clacking on the floor as she approached. “I didn’t expect a party or anything, but I figured you might be able to handle a hi.”
“I’m serious,” he gritted. “Get out.”
“Well, you know what?” She tied her hair up in a knot. “I would, except that you fucking bonded me to you or something, and I need to borrow your dick for a minute.”
His cock jumped excitedly at her news, but Con frowned. “I couldn’t have bonded with you. The addiction would be gone.”
“Yeah? Then explain to me why touching other guys makes me hurl?”
Touch? Other guys? He knew she’d have to, but to hear her say it, to know she’d tried… A terrible pressure condensed in his chest cavity and his skull, and then he heard some sort of monster in the room—
“Hey.” He blinked at the sharp sting in his cheek, saw Sin standing beside him, palm open and ready to strike again. “That enraged snarling and trying to break out of your bindings is not attractive.” She reached for the waistband of the scrub bottoms. He was already hard, painfully so, and okay, now he realized why Eidolon had left the hip strap unfastened.
“I’m sorry,” he said, instinctively trying to raise his hips to help her tug his pants down, but Eidolon had left the leg and waist bindings too tight for any movement. “I want to sink my teeth into your throat and drink until you scream for me to stop…”
Had he just said that? Fan-fucking-tastic. Looked like he was in for brief periods of clarity followed by fun moments of murderous insanity.
Sin cocked a dark eyebrow at him. “You really know how to charm a girl.” Rolling her bottom lip between her teeth, she turned back to his hips, where his cock was now free, the waistband of his scrubs sitting uncomfortably snug just beneath his balls. For some reason she seemed hesitant to touch him.
“What…” He swallowed, teeth clenched, because he was in a moment of nonhomicidal existence, and he wanted to stay there. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She shook her head briskly and then gripped his shaft. The feel of her warm, soft palm on him made him moan, and her relieved smile made him do it again.
“Now, Sin,” he whispered. “Before I lose control again.”
Sin didn’t argue. She stepped out of her panties, careful to not let them catch on her two thigh holsters, hiked up her skirt, and climbed onto the bed. Straddling his hips, she guided him inside her.
Oh, yeah… she was warm and wet, and her body was so made for this. Made for him.
“Sin…”
“Shh.” She threw her head back and rode him. “I can’t… listen to your voice. Not now.” With every glide of her sex along his shaft, her boots rasped against his hips. He wanted to touch her, to take fistfuls of her blue-black locks and hold her for his kiss, his bite.
He howled in frustration, his fingers curled into his palms so hard it hurt. But the pleasure built, the waves of it growing larger and crashing into him faster as she rocked on top of him. She slapped her hands on his chest, digging in with her nails, clinging to him as little mewls erupted from her parted lips.
This was good, so freaking good. He strained, trying to pump his hips, match her rhythm. His fingers stretched, but all he could reach was the hilt of one of her daggers. If he could get it, he could cut himself free. Then he could have her the way he wanted to—
“Please,” she gasped. “Come.”
His body obeyed, a slave to her desire. His climax was so fiery hot that his pleasure was almost pain. Sin cried out, her body arched, a long, graceful work of art. As the orgasm—actually, he thought she had three or four—waned, she shuddered and collapsed onto his chest. Inside, his heart went wild, as though it could get to her. But deeper, something more sinister awakened, the need to sink his teeth into her and drain every last drop of blood. If she inched up, just a little more, she’d be in range of his mouth—
“Con?”
“Hmm?” Just a little more—
“What are we going to do?”
Do? He was going to taste her… That’s what he was going to do. Sin swallowed hard enough for him to hear. He’d swallow, too, big, satin gulps… Stop it!
“Con? Is there any way out of this bond?”
Bond. Bond. Shit! Shocked out of his evil thoughts, he sucked in a sharp breath. Regret and pain and about a million other emotions twisted through him. They were truly fucked. His cock twitched inside her heat, as though adding on a silent, literally. She needed sex and could get it only from him, but he was blood addicted and would kill her if he wasn’t chained. They were in for a lifetime of, well… this.
And that was assuming his clan didn’t hunt her down and kill her.
“No,” he croaked.
She raised her head, her black eyes liquid. “So for the rest of my life, I’m basically as chained to you as I am to—” She broke off, but at the same moment, he noticed the collar around her neck. It was a warg collar, developed by the same demons who originally bred Feast wargs.
“What. The. Fuck?” His voice was so dark, so warped that he could barely understand it himself, and Sin sat up quickly. “Who enslaved you?”
Her fingers flew up to touch the collar, and then she jerked them back and scrambled off him. “It’s just a dog collar. Current fashion.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me!” he roared. He was going to kill the fucker. Whoever it was, he was dead. Except, Con couldn’t kill him. Couldn’t even feed the bastard his own teeth, because whatever he did to the master, the pain would be felt b
y Sin.
Sin slipped on her underwear. “Con, it’s okay.”
“Bull-fucking-shit, it’s okay!” God, he wanted to spill some blood, and it was actually a relief that it wasn’t Sin’s he wanted to spill. “Tell me.”
Sin avoided eye contact as she tugged his scrub bottoms up. “Raynor.”
“How?” Con asked between clenched teeth. “How did he get you?” With her hatred and fear of slavery, there was no way she’d sign up for a life of ownership for anything less than the threat of death.
But she didn’t fear her own death… so she was protecting someone.
“Who did he threaten to kill, Sin? One of your brothers? Tell me. Now.” Misery clouded her eyes as she finally turned to him, and his gut wrenched. “Me? Is it me?”
“Sable,” she whispered. “Sable and her child. Maybe you as a bonus. Raynor knows. You should also know that the person who blew up your house and tried to kill me is a born warg named Lycus. I just don’t know why he wanted me dead like that.”
“Valko.” He let out a long, vile string of curses in several languages. “I’d bet my life that Valko put him up to it. He wanted you dead so you couldn’t help find a cure for the disease.”
Soul-destroying anger turned his blood to acid and corroded most of what was left of his lucidity. He’d been betrayed by the Warg Council, his family was in danger, and Sin, who had finally, after a hundred years, escaped the bonds of one monster, was now bound to two. The rage mounted, and along with it, the need to feed, and his gaze zeroed in on Sin’s throat.
This had to end, and while he wasn’t sure how to get Sin out of the bond with Ray, he knew exactly how to get her out of the one that tethered her to him. Because he’d lied. There was a way out. His fingers stroked the dagger he’d worked out of her sheath and slipped beneath his leg. Before he fell completely into the black hole of bloodlust, he growled, “Get Eidolon. And Luc.”
She nodded, making the ends of her ponytail swish against the neck tattoo he always wanted to lick. He panted, breathed through the madness that was suffocating him. He couldn’t let her leave without letting her know…
“Sin, I… shit…” He breathed hard, sucked in three massive lungfuls of air, and then stopped breathing when her fingers closed around his.
“What is it?”
“Those things I said… at the apartment. Didn’t mean them. I had to chase you off… so my clan wouldn’t kill you.”
Tears swam in the black depths of her eyes. “Oh, Con,” she whispered. “We can never be together if I’m not bonded to you, can we?”
“No,” he gasped.
Her throat, her creamy, delectable throat, worked on a hard swallow. “Then… bond with me. Do it. Finish it so it goes both ways.”
Jesus. What she was asking, just… Jesus. His own eyes stung at the magnitude of what she’d just said. After all her fighting, she was willing to give herself up to him, to give up the one thing she’d prayed for her entire life: her freedom.
Con would never take that from her.
“Yes,” he lied, and wasn’t he getting good at that? “Not now… hungry. Later. You need… to trust me.” He squeezed her hand, hyperaware of her pulse under the pads of his fingers. “Mine…”
She said something, but he didn’t know what. A mist of red washed out his vision, and his brain went too fully animal to think. All he knew after that was hunger and hatred.
Con was a disaster. No matter what Eidolon did, the dhampire was growing more violent and weaker. Very little blood would stay down, and Eidolon was so desperate that he’d even tried feeding the guy Lore’s blood, hoping the similarity to Sin’s would have some sort of positive effect.
Nothing.
Then, in a strange, trancelike moment of clarity, Con had told him about Sin’s new bond with Raynor and then asked him to take and store samples of everything, from blood to saliva to semen. Now Eidolon stood outside the door to Con’s room with Shade, Wraith, Gem, and Kynan, waiting for whatever Luc was doing inside to be done. Con had been tight-lipped about his reasons for the samples and seeing Luc, and Eidolon had to wonder if Con’s mind was starting to go.
Eidolon hoped not. Con swore he’d break the bond-gone-wrong with Sin, and that had better be true. As for the other bond, the one with the werewolf… Eidolon forced his anger to remain on a slow simmer until Wraith and Lore got some useful intel on the guy and the collar he’d used on Sin.
“Hey.” Speak of the demon, Lore rounded a corner, a stack of papers in his gloved hand. “Got some info on this Raynor cocksucker.”
Wraith cocked an eyebrow. “Did you use your assassin contacts?”
“And the Internet.” Lore grinned. “Seriously, I’m pretty sure the invention of cyberspace was the work of the devil.”
Eidolon wouldn’t doubt that. “Where’s Sin?”
“She’s in the day care, helping Serena and Runa with the kids.”
The day care had been a new addition to the hospital—Serena’s idea. She and Runa spent so much time at UG that it made sense to create a safe place for the babies to play. Plus, it made life easier for the employees with kids. Serena helped out when she and Wraith weren’t off treasure hunting—or just hunting. Runa now ran it, and Idess helped out since she worked at the hospital anyway.
Eidolon still shook his head in amazement every time he walked into the day care to find Wraith or Shade cuddling and feeding the babies. Shade had always loved kids, but Wraith… E never thought he’d see the day that Wraith would be comfortable and happy with a fragile infant in his arms.
For Eidolon’s part, he couldn’t wait to get Tayla pregnant. His Seminus urges to reproduce with his mate were growing more intense, and Tay was finally starting to come around now that her twin sister, Gem, was sporting a baby bump. Just thinking about his mate growing heavy with his son made Eidolon restless, and Tayla was probably lucky she wasn’t here right now, or he’d have her against the wall, doing his best to make it happen.
Gem stopped playing with one of her black-and-blue braids to settle her hand on her belly. “Lore, what did you learn?”
“That this guy is good at keeping his hands clean.” Lore handed the papers to Shade to pass around. “His photo is there, suspected residence, favorite hangouts. He owns an auto salvage yard in Pittsburgh that’s making a tidy profit. He’s got a lot of enemies, but they drop like flies. Nothing can be pinned on him, but his trail reeks of assassins.”
“And you would know,” Kynan muttered, but it was a good-natured ribbing, and Lore’s lips quirked up as he flipped off the human. They used to be bitter enemies, and though they weren’t exactly friends, they got along and actually sparred in UG’s gym from time to time.
Eidolon turned to Wraith, who was messing with his iPhone. “Have you learned anything more about the collar around Sin’s neck?”
“No,” he said, not looking up from the device. “The demons who made it are, like, legendary. I can’t find any proof that they even existed.”
“Well,” Gem said, “until a couple of days ago, we didn’t have proof that Feast wargs existed, either.”
Yeah, that had been a total shocker. Luc and Kar were now staying at Shade and Runa’s New York house until Tayla and Kynan could get The Aegis death order against Kar called off. So far, doing so was a low priority—The Aegis and the military were still trying to decide if wiping out wargs was a desirable course of action, even though Eidolon’s vaccine had tested well and was being manufactured with the help of USAMRIID. Complicating matters was the fact that both paranormal agencies were scrambled by troubling developments, apparently unrelated to the warg virus, in the human world.
The Nile was running red, and though scientists had determined that the cause was red toxic algal bloom, they couldn’t explain how it happened overnight. Worse, the toxins were being spread by wind, and the normally mild effects on humans and animals—respiratory irritation—had become deadly. Naturally, thanks to the emergence of Sin Fever, The Aegis and R-X
R were quick to blame demons on the new troubles, as well.
Shade crossed his arms over his chest. “So what you’re saying is that you don’t know how to remove the collar or release Sin from the warg’s bond.”
“That’s what I’m saying,” Wraith grumbled. He hated not finding what he was looking for. Granted, he’d had only a couple of hours, but he wasn’t the most patient demon in the world, and with Sin’s freedom and, possibly, her life on the line, wraith was wound especially tight. “Tonight, Serena and I can snoop around the Horun region of Sheoul. Most of the legends regarding the Feast wargs and their creators originate there.”
The door to Con’s room opened, and Luc stepped out. “It’s done.” His voice was strangely raw.
“Ah, what’s done?”
Luc stared at Eidolon, and he could have sworn that the warg’s eyes were a little bloodshot. His color was definitely mottled, a rare sign of emotion in the usually unflappable warg. “He didn’t tell you?” When E shook his head, Luc swore. “That fuck. He made me do it, E.”
Alarm clanged through Eidolon. “Do what?” He didn’t wait for Luc to answer, threw open the door, took three steps, and froze.
“Hell’s fucking rings.” Shade rushed to Con’s bed, his arm glowing, and Eidolon fired up his gift as well. “What the fuck did you do, Luc?”
“You can’t help him,” Luc said. “I broke his neck after I shoved the blade through his rib cage. I thought you knew.”
Eidolon shook with demonic fury as he rounded on the paramedic, and he knew his eyes had gone red. “Why did he do this, and damn you, why’d you help him?”
“He said something about breaking a bond with Sin and keeping her safe. I owed him—I owe all of you—for saving my life. For saving Kar and the baby. So he asked me to do this, and I did.” Luc’s voice caught, just a slight tremor most wouldn’t notice. “He made me swear to take his body to his clan within the hour.”