by Nina Bangs
Eternal Pleasure
NINA BANGS
Mega thanks to Gerry Bartlett, who not only took time
from her busy schedule to read Eternal Pleasure, but also
suggested changes that made it a much better book.
PRIMAL DESIRE
Ty shook his head. “I don’t get it. Why should I hide certain parts of my body?” He looked sincerely puzzled.
Kelly’s gaze slid lower. “Exposing your sexual organs is an invitation to have sex.”
He raised one expressive brow. “Do you want me to wear shorts?”
There it was, the direct challenge. Her brain shouted yes, but her senses rose up as one and proclaimed, “No.”
His smile was hard and predatory, his lips soft and mobile. She was really conflicted about that smile. Hard or soft? She’d have to touch, taste before making a decision.
“I know what’s in your eyes. Hunger.” Ty stopped as he reached the side of the bed. “Recognizing things like that is one of the perks of having a primitive soul hot-wired for sex.”
Contents
Cover Page
Title Page
Dedication
Primal Desire
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Praise
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Copyright
Prologue
Oblivion.
Sudden. Unexpected. One instant alive, and then…Nothing.
Only the unraveling of time—months, years, centuries.
Awareness.
Sudden. Unexpected. One instant nothing, and then…Everything.
His essence, his soul, had returned, and it sought sensations. No sight, no sound, no body. But he knew he wasn’t the same, even if he couldn’t remember what that same had been.
When the memories came, they battered at him, flashing images of another time. Primitive. Fun. The hunt, pounding after his terrified prey. The kill, quick and bloody. The feeding, a gorging frenzy. And afterward the mating, all mindless instinct and primal satisfaction. Savage joy filled him. Anticipation. He’d do all that again.
Then the voice, the one he’d always listened to. Obeyed. Warning him that he was rising to a new world. No indiscriminate rending and tearing. Damn. He’d have to control the violence, the urge to destroy. Because he was no longer what he had been. He was human.
What was that? He liked the remembered version of himself better.
And because he couldn’t stop it, he allowed the voice to fill him with everything he’d need to know after he rose. Wave after wave of knowledge left his mind spinning—culture, language, history, and on and on and on.
Finally, the voice explained what he was, who he was. And things clicked into place. He remembered. Not just the images he’d seen in his mind, but all that had gone before. And the voice became a name. Fin. His earlier joy took a major hit.
Impatience tugged at him. He was the impulsive one. Something he’d have to temper. But not now. He wanted out. Pushing mental feelers through the tons of earth and rock separating him from the surface, he found the male, no, man waiting for him above. And with the man was his new body.
Eager, he shot upward, his essence sliding easily from the earth and into the empty body. His new home. He didn’t bother thinking about what he looked like. Instead he glanced around, searching for prey, for other predators. A habit from that other time he’d never lose.
“Wow, this is so cool. It’s exactly 11:11 P.M. on November eleventh, 2011. Eleven, eleven, eleven. Just like Fin said it’d be.” The man looked up from the lighted face of his watch and leaned toward him out of the darkness. “And you’re Ty.”
Ty clenched his teeth so he wouldn’t snarl. Along with a million other random details, Fin had emphasized that eating strangers wasn’t good for the image of the Eleven.
“You’d better be Steve.” The guy wasn’t a danger to him, so Ty glanced away to scan the area again. It looked like they were in some kind of cave. “Where are we?”
The man slapped the side of his head in a gesture Ty didn’t understand. “Sorry. I forgot this is all new to you. Yeah, I’m Steve. I’ll be taking you to Fin. And you’re inside Newgrange.”
Ty could see fine in the dark, but Steve couldn’t. The man pulled a flashlight from his pocket and turned it on. The predator in Ty stirred. Humans didn’t have good night vision. Advantage, predator. “Newgrange?”
“Yep. We’re not supposed to be here at night and definitely not without a guide. But Fin took care of it.”
Ty tried out a smile on his new face. Fin was good at “taking care” of things. The smile faded though when he thought about his new name. Fin had a warped sense of humor.
“Newgrange is a prehistoric passage tomb in Ireland. One of the oldest surviving structures in the world.” Steve raked his fingers through short blond hair. “Let’s get outta here. Small enclosed places give me the creeps.”
You have no idea. Fin did things like this. He’d given Ty a bunch of information down to the tiniest details, like what a watch and a flashlight were, but he’d forgotten to tell Ty where he was.
“How old?” Not that Ty cared. He followed Steve through the narrow passage, trying out a few of the curses Fin had poured into him when he banged his head against a low spot at the end of the tunnel.
“Five thousand years old.” Steve waited for him to be impressed.
He wasn’t. “Fin wouldn’t have sent you if you weren’t one of us. So what kind of soul do you have, Steve?” Did he sound friendly? Fin had said not to scare anyone willing to help them.
Steve shot him a nervous glance, the first hint he’d given that he might be worried about being here alone with Ty. “A horse.”
Prey. Ty smiled again.
Steve swallowed hard.
Then Ty forgot about the other man as he stepped out of the tunnel and into the Irish night. Raising his head, he stared up at the few stars visible through the cloud cover.
They were the first stars he’d seen in sixty-five million years.
Chapter One
Come on, come on, come on. Kelly was not a patient woman. None of the Maloys was. It wasn’t in their genes. She tapped out her irritation on the steering wheel. The plane was late, and she was tired of waiting.
Fin is paying you crazy money to wait. He’s also paying for your apartment with the nice soft bed. Yeah, there was that. Besides, the job was pretty straightforward. Nothing complicated. Pick up the guy Steve was bringing in from Ireland. Then drive him around wherever he wanted to go until he left Houston. A few weeks, tops. The best part? Once he was gone, she’d have enough money to finally get her degree without eating peanut butter and crackers for dinner every night. It was worth taking off a semester to play chauffeur.
She stopped tapping as she thought about Fin. She’d never actually met him. His assistant, Shen, who ducked and dodged all meaningful questions about his boss, handled the face-to-face stuff. But Fin’s money was very green, so she was very satisfied. And if she had a few unanswered questions about what her boss was doing in his big penthouse condo, well, she wasn’t being paid to ask questions.
A few minutes later S
teve walked out of the building, and she sighed with relief. But she had to suck her breath right back in again when she saw the man behind him.
Whoa! He rang the bell on her personal demigod meter. Tall, muscular, dark hair, great face, and…
She didn’t get any further. Unusual, because she was a detail person, and she hadn’t gotten anywhere close to an inch-by-inch appraisal.
Something was coming. Something big. Kelly sensed it on a level that didn’t answer to logic. It was the moment between the lightning strike and the thunder. You knew the boom was coming, but you didn’t know how loud it’d be.
It struck. An emotion so raw she wanted to clutch her stomach and scream, a darkly erotic punch in the gut that was more about pain than pleasure. What the…She tried to crawl free, but the images and impressions followed her—heat, hunger, violence, sex.
Kelly gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white, but it didn’t help. Her common sense was trying to drag her battered psyche to its feet when the second emotion flattened her.
Terror. The black crow of panic was perched on her shoulder. She’d never felt this scared in her whole life.
Don’t open the door. She pried one hand free of the steering wheel and reached for the door to lock it. Wait. That’s stupid. Run like hell. In the fight-or-flight mode, flight was a winner. She was getting out of Dodge.
Steve knocked on the closed passenger window, and what ever weirdness had a stranglehold on her loosened its grip. Thank you. She shook her head, trying to clear away the residual terror. What was that about?
“Unlock the damn door.” He didn’t sound like the goofy Steve she knew and avoided.
She blinked. When had she locked the doors? “Sure.” Keeping her eyes carefully averted from the man still standing a short distance behind Steve, she released the locks.
Steve yanked the door open, but he didn’t bother saying anything about the locks as he leaned into the car. “Look, I’m not riding back with you. I’ll get home some other way.” He hooked a thumb at the man behind him. “He’s all yours.”
Hers? Until she untangled her emotions, she’d like a buffer in the backseat. As Steve started to turn away, she leaned across the seat to shout at him. “Wait. You can’t just go off. Why aren’t you riding back with us?”
He stared at her, his face pale, with eyes that showed a lot of white. “I flew across the ocean with him. Felt like I was sitting next to death the whole way. By the time we landed, everyone around us had moved.” He held up a hand to ward off questions. “Don’t ask. I don’t know why. The dude just scares the crap out of me. Scared everyone else too.” His smile was grim. “And don’t tell me you don’t feel it.”
Shocked, she watched Steve drag his bag to the taxi line. They didn’t make white knights like they used to. Warily, she cast her soon-to-be passenger a glance before waving him over. What she felt was primal, instinctive, and didn’t make one bit of sense. She’d either overcome it or lose her job. She’d take steak over peanut butter and crackers every time.
Still, she had to renew her grip on the steering wheel when the man slid in beside her and slammed the door closed. His presence filled the car, and she fought the return of her panic, her need. She pressed her lips together as she tried to wall off her feelings until she could figure them out.
“No bags?” She forced herself to turn her head and meet his gaze.
“I travel light.” His voice was a soft, sensual rasp. He could use that same tone to say, “I want to have sex with you,” or “I’m going to eat you, little girl,” and Kelly would’ve believed either statement.
She didn’t think she had any breath left in her lungs, so she just nodded as she drove away from the airport. Once on the freeway, darkness wrapped itself around them. And if someone didn’t say something soon, she was going to pull the car over and do a great impression of a gazelle across someone’s field.
“Fin said your name is Ty. Ty what?” A last name would make him seem more real, more solid, less dangerous. Maybe.
“Endeka.” He clenched and unclenched his hands as he watched traffic whiz by.
Maybe he wasn’t used to busy highways. That tiny glimpse of vulnerability helped dispel some of her fear, but it didn’t do much for her other problem. It waited, dark and threatening, in a shadowed corner of her mind. It didn’t have a reason for being; it just was. Sex. Not just ordinary sex, but a craving so powerful she knew taking him inside her would never be enough. Only absorbing every single cell of his body would quiet the need.
She almost snorted. Great. Kelly, the human amoeba. She beat that stupidity back and tried to bury it under who she was—a woman who chose her men based on a whole bunch of sensible criteria. I-want-your-body wasn’t one of them.
“That’s Fin’s last name. You guys related?” She smiled. Okay, so it was a little shaky around the edges.
He didn’t smile back. “Cousins.”
Kelly took her attention from the highway long enough to sneak another glance. Less dangerous? Maybe not. For the first time, she really took stock of what he looked like.
About six-four, broad shoulders, with a muscular build that came from real work and not a weight room. Dark hair that was a little too long, and a hard face with gray eyes she didn’t think she wanted to study closely right now. He had a sensual mouth, his only softening feature. Jeans, a dark gray pullover, and a short leather jacket completed the picture.
She looked back at the road. Nothing about him should cause the suffocating fear she’d felt, still felt. But logic wasn’t a passenger tonight.
“Your name? Fin forgot to pass that info on.” He stared out the side window at the darkness rushing by.
Kelly frowned. Tension rolled off him in waves. She didn’t have to be particularly sensitive to feel it. “Kelly Maloy. I’ll be your driver until you leave Houston.” When in doubt, ask. “Is something bothering you?”
He paused, and for a moment she thought he’d tell her. He didn’t. What he did do was fumble for the button to lower the window and then stare into the woods they were passing. “Stop.”
Startled, she put her foot on the brake and eased the car to the side of the highway. “What? Do you feel sick?”
Mr. Scary didn’t answer. He shoved the car door open and leaped out. While she watched open-mouthed, he raced into the woods.
“Well, hell.” No matter how terrifying this guy was, she couldn’t go back to Fin and say she’d lost him. She needed this job. Besides, she knew how miserable carsickness could make you feel. He’d probably run into the woods to throw up. She should make sure he was okay.
Grabbing the pepper spray and her cell phone from her purse, along with the flashlight she kept under the seat, she locked her car and followed Ty into the trees.
Kelly heard the screams first, followed by what sounded like the roar of some animal. A big animal. And not one she recognized.
Common sense said that bad things were happening when people screamed like that, and what ever animal was out there would probably snicker at her pepper spray, right before it swallowed her whole.
Common sense also suggested she go back to her car and lock herself inside until Ty came back. But what if he didn’t come back? What if he was in trouble? With a muttered apology to her common sense, she kept going.
A wild thrashing in the underbrush was her only warning as four men burst from the trees. Kelly planted herself and readied the pepper spray. Wasted effort. They ignored her, racing past and disappearing into the darkness.
She exhaled the breath she’d been holding. That had gone well. But where was her missing paycheck? She found him a few seconds later.
Kelly stepped onto the old dirt road that ran through the woods and froze. Her mind checked off the obvious—white Honda, windows up, two terrified faces pressed against the back side window, Ty standing a few feet from the car, and…
Her mind refused to put a check beside the last item. It looked like there was some huge ghostly
shape dissolving around Ty. Whatever it was, it disappeared even as she stared. She shook her head. No, she hadn’t seen that. It was just her stress, fear, and the night playing games with her senses.
Before she had a chance to ask what was going on, the faces disappeared from the window. Kelly could see the two teens, a girl and boy, scrambling into the front seats. A minute later, the boy started the car, and they raced away, leaving a cloud of Texas dust in their wake.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to walk over to Ty. “Explain.”
He shrugged. And then he smiled.
Kelly felt her fear ease into that other emotion, the one she wouldn’t give a name because it didn’t need any encouragement. He had a great smile, if you liked smiles laced with promises of danger and secrets. Evidently she did.
“The men who probably passed you on their way out were trying to rob the people in the car.” His smile widened. “They changed their minds.”
The logical question was why? Kelly didn’t ask. She was too busy fighting the fear-and-sex thing. Besides, she’d had about all the strangeness she could take for one night. And she had a suspicion his explanation might involve the ghostly image she definitely had not seen. Hey, denial was her friend.
“We need to get moving. Fin will be calling to find out what’s happened to us.” She turned and headed back to the car. Even though she couldn’t hear him following her, she sensed Ty with every primitive instinct remaining in her modern human body. She controlled the urge to run. Never run from a predator. Where’d that thought come from? Kelly pushed it away.
They spent the rest of the long drive from Bush International in silence. Questions stood shoulder to shoulder in Kelly’s mind. How had he known something was happening in the woods? What was the animal she’d heard? Why were those men so terrified? Why hadn’t the two in the car at least rolled down their windows to thank Ty for saving them? And what was…No, she wouldn’t think about that again.
She didn’t ask any of those questions because, well, he might answer them. Maybe tomorrow she’d be ready for answers.