by Nalini Singh
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she completed, her voice steady though her body was screaming with arousal.
"In some circles," Illium murmured, black hair tipped with blue lifting in the breeze,
"that would be considered foreplay. "
Dmitri smiled. "Elena doesnt care for my brand of foreplay. " Memories of blood and steel in his eyes. "Though she did - "
The scent of the sea, a wild turbulent storm, crashing into her mind. Elena, why is Dmitri naked?
The surface of the pool began to ice over.
"Raphael, no!" she said out loud. "I am not going to give him the pleasure of watching me freeze to death!"
That, I would never allow. The ice retreated. It seems I must have a discussion with Dmitri.
She forced herself to think to him, though it was far more instinctive to speak; her heart, her soul, were still unalterably human. No need. I can deal with him.
Can you? Never forget that hes had centuries to hone his power. A soft warning. Push him too far and one of you will die.
She didnt misunderstand. Like I said, Archangel, dont kill anyone on my account.
The response was a cool breeze, the stamp of an immortals possession. He is the leader of my Seven. He is loyal.
Shed already guessed what he didnt say - that Dmitris loyalty might equal her death. Ill fight my own battles. It was who she was, her sense of self tied intrinsically to her ability to stand on her own two feet.
Even if you have no hope of winning?
I told you once, I would rather die as Elena, than live as a shadow. Leaving him with that truth - a truth that would never change, no matter her immortality, Elena returned her attention to Dmitri. "You forget to tell Raphael something?"
Shrugging, the vampire shot a speaking glance to her right. "If I was you, Id worry more about his blue hide. "
"I think Illium can take care of himself. "
"Not if he keeps flirting with you. " A fine, almost elegant tendril of heat, champagne and sunshine, decadence in the light. "Raphaels not the sharing kind. "
She pinned him with her eyes, attempting to ignore the twisting warmth in her stomach, a warmth he was fanning very deliberately. "Maybe youre just jealous. "
Illium snorted with laughter as Dmitris own eyes narrowed. "I prefer to fuck women who arent covered in prickles. "
"Im so brokenhearted about that that I cant put it into words. "
The force of Illiums laughter almost tumbled him into the water. "Nazarachs arrived,"
he finally managed to say to Dmitri - even as he ran a strand of Elenas hair through his fingertips. "He wants to talk to you about the extension of a Contract as punishment for an escape attempt. "
Dmitris face betrayed nothing as he rose from the water with an inherently sensual grace. This time, Elena kept her eyes open, refusing to lose the silent battle of wills. His body was a sweep of smooth sun-kissed skin over pure muscle, muscle that flexed with power as he began to pull on his pants.
His eyes met hers as he zipped them up, diamonds and fur and the unmistakable musk of raw sex wrapping around her throat like a necklace . . . or a noose. "Until next we meet. "
The scent faded. "Lets go. " It was directed at Illium, the tone one of command.
Elena wasnt the least surprised when Illium rose to his feet and left with a simple good-bye. The blue-winged angel might mess with Dmitri, but it was clear that he - like the rest of the Seven, the members shed met at least - would follow him without question.
And for Raphael, each and every one would lay down his life in the blink of an eye.
The water rippled away from her in the wash of wind caused by an angels landing.
The scent of the sea, the rain, clean and wild on her tongue.
She felt her skin go taut, as if it was suddenly too small to contain the fever within.
"Come to tease me, Archangel?" His scent had always spoken to her hunter senses, even before they became lovers. Now . . .
"Of course. "
But when she turned her head to meet his gaze as he came to crouch on the rim, what she saw made her breath catch in her throat. "What?"
Reaching forward, he pulled out the plain silver hoops in her ears. "These are now a lie. "
He closed his hand and when it opened it again, silver dust fell to sparkle on the steaming water.
"Oh. " Unadorned silver was for the unattached - male or female. "I hope you have replacements," she said, turning - her wings wonderfully waterlogged - so she could brace her arms on the ledge and face him. "Those were from a market in Marrakesh. "
He opened his other hand and a different pair of hoops shimmered back at her. Still as small, still as practical for a hunter, but a beautiful, wild amber. "You are now," he said, putting them in her ears, "well and truly entangled. "
She stared at the ring finger of his hand, possessiveness a raging storm inside of her.
"Wheres your amber?"
"You havent made a gift of it yet. "
"Find a piece to wear until I can get you something. " Because he wasnt free, wasnt open to invitation from those who would sleep with an archangel. He belonged to her, to a hunter. "I wouldnt want to get blood on the carpet killing all those simpering vampire floozies. "
"So very romantic, Elena. " His tone was clear, his expression unchanged, but she knew he was laughing at her.
So she splashed him. Or tried to. The water froze between them, a sculpture of iridescent droplets. It was an unexpected gift, a glimpse into the heart of the boy Raphael mustve once been. Reaching out, she touched the frozen water . . . only to find it wasnt frozen.
Wonder bloomed. "Howre you keeping it like this?"
"Its a childs trick. " The breeze flirted with his hair as the water settled. "Youll be able to control such small things when youre a little older. "
"Precisely how old am I in angel-speak?"
"Well, our twenty-nine-year-olds tend to be considered infants. "
Lifting her hand, she ran her fingers down the rigid line of his thigh, her stomach tight with expectation. "I dont think you see me as an infant. "
"Correct. " His voice had dropped, his cock brutally hard against the tough black material of his pants. "But I do think youre still recovering. "
She looked up, her body slick with welcome. "Sex is relaxing. "
"Not the kind of sex I want. " Calm words, white lightning in those eyes, a reminder that this was the Archangel of New York she was trying to tempt into wickedness.
But she hadnt survived him the first time by giving in. "Come in with me. "
He rose to his feet and circled around until he was at her back. "If you watch me, Elena, I might break my promises to both of us. "
She wouldve turned anyway, unable to resist the temptation that was the gut-wrenching masculine beauty of him, but then he said, "It would be so easy for me to hurt you. "
For the first time, she realized she wasnt the only one who was dealing with something new, something unexpected. Staying in place, she listened to the dull thud of his boots hitting the snow, the intimate whisper of his clothes sliding off his body. She could see the corded strength of his arms and shoulders in her mind, her fingers aching to stroke the ridged plane of his abdomen, the muscular length of his thighs.
Her own thighs clenched as the water lapped around her, disturbed by a body far bigger and stronger than her own. She held her breath as he came closer, until he braced his hands against the rock on either side of her. Spreading out her wings so he could press against her back, she sucked in a breath. "Raphael, thats not helping matters. "
The heat of his cock pulsed against her skin, a living brand, even as her wings arrowed sensation straight to the liquid- soft core of her body. An instant later, his lips touched her ear. "You torture me, Elena. " Teeth closing over her flesh, a none too gentle bite.
She yelped, the sound high, startled. "What was that for?"
"Ive been celibate for over a year, Guild H
unter. " One big hand boldly cupped her breast, his fingers strong, unmistakably male against her flesh. "Need is rubbing on my temper. "
"What, you didnt sink your cock into a vampire honey while I was out?"
Raphael pinched her nipple just hard enough to let her know shed crossed a line. "You think so little of my honor?" Ice hung in the air.
"Im jealous and frustrated," she said, reaching back to press her palm against his cheek.
"And I know I look like shit. " While vampires past their first few decades of life were beyond stunning, their skin unblemished, their bodies sleek. Very few humans ever came close to sleeping with an angel - they were simply outclassed.
Raphael skimmed his hand down her side. "Its true youve lost a little weight, but I still want to fuck you mindless. "
Chapter 4
Her brain blanked for several seconds. When she could speak, it came out a breathy moan. "Youre trying to kill me. "
A squeeze of her breast, the skin so tight the pleasure was almost pain. "Its a much better form of punishment than tearing you limb from limb. "
"Cant have sex with a dead woman, huh?"
"Precisely. "
Flames licked along her spine as he stroked both hands downward, sweeping his thumbs over the taut flesh of her buttocks. "Half the time, Im not certain if youre being serious or not. "
His fingers paused in their sensual torment. "Are you sure you wish me to know that?
Its a weakness. "
"Someones got to take the first step. " Lifting her foot, she ran it up behind his calf.
A kiss pressed to the beat of the pulse in her neck. "Such honesty will not serve you well among angelkind. "
"What about with you?"
"Im used to utilizing what I know to maintain power. "
Elena leaned her chin on her hands, letting him ease the knots along the edges where her wings grew out of her back. It felt exquisite - so good she knew shed never let another man touch her there, even in friendship. It would be a betrayal. "Youre being pretty honest yourself. "
"Perhaps between us," he said slowly, as if considering the matter, "it may not be a weakness but a strength. "
Surprised, she turned her head. "Really? Then tell me something about yourself. "
He pressed his thumb into a particularly tight spot and she moaned, dropping her head onto her hands. "Lord have mercy. "
"Its not the Lord you should be asking for mercy. " His tone held a possessive undercurrent that was becoming intimately familiar. "What would you like to know?"
She picked the first thing that came into her mind. "Are your parents still alive?"
Everything froze. The temperature of the water dipped so fast, she gasped for breath, her heart kicking out in panic. "Raphael!"
"Again, I must apologize. " A breath of heat against her neck, the water warming until her skin was no longer in danger of turning corpse-blue. "Who have you been talking to?"
The water mightve warmed, but his voice remained an Arctic breeze. "No one. Asking about parents is a fairly normal activity. "
"Not when its my parents youre asking about. " He pressed his body flush against hers, his arms coming around her waist.