ImmortalIllusions: The Eternity Covenant Book2

by Immortal Illusions (lit)

  They spent a few more minutes in the access passage before hitting the old door. It had been decades since it was last used, and was welded around the frame, but Jack tapped Raine and had it opened easy as pie. Putting it back to right so no one noticed their passage was even easier. After going through three more doors, and down a flight of stairs, they hit the track tunnel with no one the wiser. Good thing, too. The train was rumbling to a stop in a blur of purple neon and ear-splitting techno-rock.

  The ancient cars ground to a stop and the door to the rear car slid open in front of them. Jack bowed and held out a hand toward the train. “Ladies first.”

  Music played in a frenzy, rocking the ancient subway car as it careened down the tracks at an unsafe speed. Raine and Jack were closeted in the old conductor’s booth, where he had dragged them shortly upon joining the party train. Jack was plugged into his cell, texting rapid speed on the keypad. He was pressed close against her, legs braced wide, like a pirate captain riding the deck of a ship in storm. The pale blue and white lights of the sound and alarm systems wired into the booth cast him in a devilish light. His cock was still rock hard, and outlined against the close cut of his pants. Raine knew she shouldn’t stare, but given the close confines, it was either that, or, move closer and feel him rub against her with every sway and bounce of the train. While that had definite appeal, she suspected it would be the spark to set her off into a combustible state. Then again, right now she was headed there anyway, not sure how to stop, and not sure she wanted to.

  Gods, she was hot. On freaking fire. Too much magic and too much hell-raising with Jack. They’d landed the objective, but gone off-plan at the same time. The kids were safe, and she knew he had a hand in that also. He could deny it all he wanted. He’d been on the make when he touched those children. Doing the right thing, and still doing the mission at the same time. That’s what bought him so much trouble back in the day and earned him the reckless reputation.

  She’d looked down on him from her ivory tower. But now? Something had changed. More than lust. Perspective? Maybe she understood better? She looked away from his lean, sinewy body to stare out the window as they passed a forgotten station dimly lit with the ambient lights from the passing train. His aristocratic profile reflected in the Plexiglas back at her. Maybe she wanted to understand better. He knew things she was only coming to understand. About life. About mixed heritage. About competing agendas. And magic.

  What could she learn from him, to take with her into the Order? How far could she willingly bend the rules when she ran up against situations like tonight? Where the right thing was not the sanctioned objective? She faced him again, enjoying the striking lines etched in his face while he worked seriously at his task. His masculine scent surrounded her like a spiced cloud, drugging her senses and conjuring tingles throughout her system.

  He glanced up and winked. “Report from the home front is good. No hostile action. The vampires are still tied up with the trouble in their basement.”

  “Good to know.” Sort of. She was so damn restless. Another fight would wear down that edge. Give her someplace to put all these crazy urges. She’d done field work, fought the good fight against sanctioned targets. But tonight was different. She’d never engaged with a soul blade. She’d never let the true urges in her blood run free. Never tasted magic, or life, quite the same way. It was dangerous to want these things, just like it was dangerous to want Jack. But fuck it all, the time for second thoughts had long since passed. She licked her lips, tasting him and remembering the potent kiss they’d shared. Such promise, such skill, starting the fire, for sure, but at the same time, the only thing that might put it out. Sate those flames. A sheen of perspiration broke out lightly upon her skin, skin that was dying to be touched. By him.

  She was never more certain in her life this was a now or never deal. “So where’d the kids wind up?”

  “Don’t know. Don’t care.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “I told you once, Raine. I’m no one’s hero.” His dark cobalt eyes sparkled with passion and menace. “I’m trouble. Don’t delude yourself into thinking otherwise. Fun, sure. But trouble, all the day and night long.”

  “I’ll just bet.” How much might she learn from him in more pleasurable realms? Absently, she fingered the beads at her neck. They were hot as coals. He could be her last chance, she realized. The knights had a tendency towards single-minded devotion that usually led to celibacy. And when they did branch out and give into the baser urges, it was often short-lived. More necessity than enjoyment. She’d heard enough those many evenings spent eavesdropping on her uncle’s men. Hugh, of course, never gave in. But as like her uncle in some ways, in that way, she was vastly different. Her blood ran hot. She knew it, and fought it with every breath she had. Except in bed. That was her one release. The idea of giving that up made it all the more precious. Jack could be her last fling. If she was going out, she wanted to do it with a bang. And she’d bet her last breath, no one banged better than Mad Jack Madden.

  He finished with his cell and tucked it away in his coat. The train screeched and tilted wildly. Jack reached out to brace himself against the wall, treating Raine to the delicious sight of tensile muscle moving beneath velvet skin. The music was louder, the air hotter, and thick with musk and abandon. He smelled so good, and tasted even better. That kiss had marked her. It made her want for more. And really, what was to stop her?

  The car tilted back to norm, throwing him a little. The heat reached a flash point in her blood. Raine leapt off the perch of the old control panel and slid up against him, running her hands up over his broad shoulders and resting her palms against his neck. The muscles corded with tension, and his hair slid across her skin like heavy silk skeins.

  “Hey there,” he purred, snaking an arm around her waist. “Feeling the burn?”

  “Same as you.” His cock was pressed against her, straining and ready. So was she. The contact induced a liquid desire that burned in her belly. Her sex swelled in response, rapidly turning slick and tight with a brilliant need bordering on pain. Mind took a backseat as body came to the fore, every nerve straining on the cliff’s edge of want.

  Chemistry. Jack. Magic. Who cared? She wanted to throw him down and ride him until he cried out her name, and begged mercy. The visual sent a spark of lightning zinging through her, and her nipples tightened hard like diamonds. Memory failed her on finding a time a man had wound her up this way, made her this crazy. She tilted her head and traced his neck, and then jaw with her tongue, licking to his ears. He shivered in her arms and growled low in the back of his throat. The masculine sound spurred her on. She nibbled lightly on the curve of his earlobe, and was treated to a curse. “What’s wrong, Madden? Am I worrying you?”

  He heated beneath her palms. “If I was worried, would you stop?”

  “Nope.” His skin tasted salty and spicy, a compliment to the divine scent of him. Raine reveled in the raw desire awakened in her and the power she had over this legendary rogue. “Not a chance.”

  His grip tightened and his hand moved lower to cup her bottom with an easy, confident touch. What would it be like to have that touch to her bare skin? Her nipples ached, complementing the same longing deep in her clit. Raine’s fingers drifted into his hair, and she pulled him down to her, capturing his mouth with a kiss that mirrored the tumultuous feeling rioting inside of her. Her tongue twined with his, sampling the rich sweet wine and exotic tang that was all Jack. She was poised on the edge of sanity, her body tight as a bow ready for the draw. Her womb contracted, crying for fulfillment.

  As if sensing this, he reached around with his other hand and cupped her, then lifted her like she was light as air. He shifted back, sitting down on the narrow ledge that once served as the conductor’s chair, and brought her to rest over one of his powerful legs.

  When he broke the kiss it was to stare down at her with hooded eyes and a gaze heavy with passion. “This is the magic, Raine. You know that, right? It
makes you wild sometimes, so hot you think you’ll combust.” His hands settled around her waist, moving her gently against him in a rhythm that matched the motion of the train. “Tomorrow you might not feel the same way”

  “I don’t care.” Her sex swelled with the friction. His thigh flexed as he moved his leg up, then down, adding to the torture. “Why should you?”

  “That’s a good question.” His features were tight, as if he struggled with pain, or some great, cosmic decision. But his eyes. Oh Gods, those eyes. They were dark, scorching, full of want. For her. Calling to her. Begging. Pleading. She saw herself in those eyes, understood she wasn’t the only one drowning in the madness. Somehow, that only made the ache worse.

  “Stop talking. There are better uses for your mouth.” She nipped at his lower lip, dipping in again to sample his unique taste. Somewhere in her brain, sanity retreated to hide and cower. His hands tightened hard on her hips, and he jerked her forward, thrusting up and angling her towards his pelvis at the same time. The impact with his thick cock and the fast motion of the slide hit the right switch and lights exploded inside of her as a powerful orgasm roared through her body. Her clit radiated pleasure to every single nerve in her body and she threw her head back and cried out, releasing the urges in a primal scream.

  He held her while she convulsed and shuddered and spent herself in the moment.

  “Ready for more?” he choked out in a husky voice.

  She nodded. Raine had no clue what was going on. Dimly she recalled a need for control, maybe even restraint. But the impulse driving her actions drowned out all that prim, proper noise. She was off the grid, beyond the reach of the Wardens, locked up with a man who made his reputation by loving women. The legends weren’t wrong. He was lethal to the female kind. He had the skill to bring a woman over the edge with nothing more than a kiss, a deft flick of the wrists, and an opportune thrust, and that was a rare thing. She licked her lips savoring the lingering sensual flavor of him.

  “Good,” he said, more to himself than her. He lifted her effortlessly and placed her back on the control panel. Then he stood and ran his hand through his hair, fixing her with a dark look that thrilled her to her toes. “We only have a few more minutes before we reach our stop. I’d like to make them count.”

  Jack breathed hot and heavy and wondered what the fuck was going on in his head. His big one. His little one, that was easy to figure. Raine was all but ready to strip him bare and screw his brains out. And he was having a crisis of conscience. A few hours ago, he was ready to hop into bed with her, for fun, for vengeance, for whatever he could get. Now he was lapsing into some kind of puritanical nightmare.

  Raine’s skin was flush with passion, evident even in the uncertain blue light of the booth. Her lips were swollen, and her sweet musk scented the tiny space making it so hard for him to think. He was a buzz kill if there ever was one. He was Mad Jack. Legend. He’d bedded women, Goddesses, demonesses, the dimension over. What was one other woman? One wannabe knight half-breed who’d sell his ass down the river given half the chance?

  His palms sweated, and his heart pounded. His cock throbbed in beat to his heart, hell-bent on escaping the confines of his pants and paying a visit to the hot, slick slice of heaven resting between Raine’s luscious thighs.

  He was an idiot. A fucking idiot. Complicating things out of control. She was fired up with all the juice and she wanted to give it up and taste some fire. So did he. It would either be meaningless, or, help him play her if he needed. Nothing could be better, right? She was nothing to him. A battery. A means to an end. Several awesome orgasms if he played his cards right. Tomorrow was always a gamble, and never a promise. And Raine. She was real, and ready and now. That was all that mattered. Now. The moment.

  Jack braced his hands on either side of her and stared down at her until there was no mistaking what he intended. Her hands fluttered briefly to the hematite beads, then settled back on his chest. His body revved up, ready for the challenge in her cool eyes. “You’ll regret this in the morning, Raine. And I won’t. Not at all. Last chance to stop the ride, princess.”

  She placed two fingers gently against his lips. “Shh. I swear you talk way too much for a guy.”

  He snaked his tongue out, licking them, then sucking them until her pupils dilated and her gaze went all soft and wanting. He finished that light snack and smiled at her.

  “I’m going to make a meal out of you.” Jack grabbed her legs, spread them swiftly and drew her forward. He dipped forward, tasting her again with a kiss, and his dick tightened hard enough to crack. He wanted to fuck her right now. Turn her around, take fast, bury himself balls deep in her hot little pussy. He used to have patience, but she brought out something savage, unrestrained and out of control in him. The fierce desire to possess Raine was completely alien and completely terrifying.

  She purred like a kitten and he almost lost it. To distract himself from what he really wanted, he slipped his hands beneath her hoodie, and rapidly undid the bodice hooks. Her breasts popped, ripe and cupped in a black lace demi-bra. Coral-colored nipples peaked out above the shelf, tenting the close-fitting fabric of the hoodie. Praise Loki, the bra was a front hook. Jack released the catch with his thumb, and looked up to see her reaction. Her eyes were heavy, her gaze curious and challenging at the same time.

  Top ten poisonous frogs. This month’s astrologic alignments. Monty Python skits. Vampires trying to kill us. He rattled through the nonsense in his head to keep from coming in his pants. She was that fucking amazing.

  He cupped both breasts, enjoying the full weight of them in his hands as he kneaded her nipples. She licked her lips and treated him to a dreamy smile. “I believe you told me I had better things to do with my mouth.”

  “I did.”

  “And I do.” He tightened the pressure on one nipple with thumb and forefinger, while he sucked the other deep into his mouth. The straining nub pressed up against the enchanted, open-weave fabric of the hoodie, trapping it from fully escaping. Raine writhed beneath him, murmuring encouragement. He shaped the breast, laved the imprisoned nipple, then held it lightly between his teeth as he drew it out. Raine arched her back, laced her fingers in his hair and slid her pelvis over his cock. The erotic action broke his concentration and pushed him to a dangerous point. Desire came close to consuming him, but Jack fought it back. Barely.

  He switched breasts, tormenting the other nipple with the same pleasurable assault she seemed to favor. She responded so easily, so freely, as if he were the first man to bring her such enjoyment. It was a change from the restrained ice princess he’d first met. He had to get inside her. To feel her fully. He wanted so bad to be a part of her. When he’d never been this out of control for any female, he didn’t know. Ever. Magic or Raine, it didn’t matter. The power was undeniable.

  Jack stepped back, pulled her to her feet, and swallowed her surprise with a deep, lingering kiss. He swept inside of her mouth, curling his tongue around hers, taking them both low beneath the waves of sensation. She was so damn hot. Fire heating his cold blood, burning him where he touched. He knew he should stop, but she tasted heavenly. She smelled of sex and woman and raw need. Her breasts brushed against him, the peaked nipples teasing his skin and testing his resolve. Raine made a low, throaty sound as she kissed him back, moving with him in a rocking, rhythmic motion. Something snapped. Control slipped out of his grasp.

  “Tell me you want me,” he said huskily as he worked the button and zipper of her pants. “Tell me I’m the only man to make you feel this way.”

  She laughed low and shifted her hips giving him better access to his target. He groaned as need ran through him like a wildfire.

  “Say it, Raine. Say it,” he demanded, slipping his hand beneath the lace band of her panties. He delved further, past the feminine curls, to the damp, hot cleft of swollen flesh at the apex of her thighs. He furrowed two fingers deep into her tight pussy, tilting his hand and using his thumb to press and massage her swoll
en clit. “Say it.”

  She went off like a rocket, bucking back into him, as a second orgasm wracked her body. Her cries of ecstasy were far better than any words. Cream flowed like lava over his hand, throwing the musk of desire off like a deadly perfume. Jack swallowed hard, his mouth dry, his balls so tight they’d shatter if touched. He had a fast, fevered vision of whisking down her pants, bending her over, coating his cock with her cream. The flutter of muscle in her pussy would milk every last drop of come and restraint out of him. Better yet, parting her full, coral lips with his dick, directing her just how he liked to be sucked and stroked. He groaned, and struggled to bring himself back to what was currently passing for control.

  He could have let her rest, but he wanted her to suffer like him. His free hand found her breast, and toyed with the nipple of one, while he worked in and out of her in sync with the last shudders of orgasm. Jack’s cock was dying. Begging to be released. The train rattled on the rails, taking a sharp left turn. Raine slipped off the edge of the panel and held onto his shoulders to keep steady, pressing her breasts against him. Her breaths came hard as the climax abated, but she wasn’t getting away from him without at least one more. He wanted her to go to bed tonight aching for him. The train slowed to a halt, and the emcee announced another stop over the P.A. system.

  “Is this it?” she said. Her breath was soft and hot against the sensitive skin of his neck. She was so beautiful. So damn sexy, with that prim exterior hiding a volcanic, all-consuming vixen. Raine was a drug. He was high. So fucking high right now he barely knew his own name. He was ready to burst into flame, toast to ash. He couldn’t breathe anymore, let alone think past the next second.

  “One more, princess. One more.”

  Raine shuddered in anticipation with Jack’s words. Every nerve in her body was strung tight and on overload. He increased the drive of his skillful fingers, going deeper inside of her as he eased her back against the control panel again. He curled up then, stroking the sensitive G-spot buried deep within her. The position of his hand, her body, the proximity, kept her clit pressed firm against his thumb. The rocking of her hips and his hand made sure she stayed stimulated beyond the climax, allowing another to build. The train resumed its frantic pace, sending vibrations through the cab, adding to her torture.