Heart of Darkness (29 page)
He’d run from that and it hadn’t worked. He didn’t feel better without her. He missed her and her voice. The way she was so orderly and in charge but once it was just Meriel and Dominic, she’d softened and given herself to him. To them.
Why he’d ever imagined running from her would fix the ache in his heart he didn’t know. She made everything better. Even as she laid him bare and saw him down to the bone, she accepted him.
This intimacy they had drove him to possess her, to touch and kiss every part of her skin he could. The sweetness of her lips drew him back time and again. He wanted to take it slow, give her pleasure for the entire afternoon.
She writhed as he slid himself against her. But before he could get any further, she wrapped her legs around him and rolled over, straddling him. “You’re going too slow. I need you now.”
He didn’t ask where she got the condom she held up. It was one of his; she’d probably found it in his nightstand. It didn’t matter, only that she had it and wanted to use it.
“Will you miss your lady parts buffet now that I’m around and would naturally cut anyone who tried to show you her bits?”
And he put her on her back again, kissing down her belly until he ended up where he wanted. “These are the only bits I want.” He breathed over her, smiling again when she stuttered a breath.
Her taste wended through him. Drove him. He wanted more. Always wanted more. Loved the way her inner-thigh muscles bunched and strained under his palm where he held her open to him. Loved the way she arched to get more. Loved the way she exploded all because of him. He brought her pleasure and she knew who did it.
It made him smug. Made him feel like a king.
Even better, while she was still catching her breath from her orgasm to slide in deep, to catch the surprised gaze as her lids flew open, and then her eyes blurred with pleasure.
MERIEL
had zero plans to move. She lay there on his bed, his body wrapped around her as he caught his breath.
had zero plans to move. She lay there on his bed, his body wrapped around her as he caught his breath.
“It’s been far too long since I’ve been this tingly and slightly sore.”
She didn’t open her eyes, but she didn’t need to be looking at him to know he laughed.
“I’ve neglected you, terribly. I apologize. For what it’s worth, I’ve been un-tingly and not sore at all since Sunday too. Though I did get a little sore after I worked out this whole week. But that’s not the same.” He pulled the comforter up and over them. “Not that same as having you make me tingly and sore.”
“All right, that’s pretty good.”
She turned and opened her eyes to look at him.
“Tell me about San Francisco.” He kissed her forehead.
“It was dramatic, as it tends to be when we all get together. I have an official report to make tomorrow for the council. This mage issue was one we were not alone in bringing up. Several other clans and covens have had problems. We traded some ideas. We’ll be doing a lot of cross-training over the next year I think. Nell’s already on this with some of the other hunters or lawkeepers for the smaller groups. I learned that nifty othersight trick. I’ll need to send out the changes you made. I think you really amped up the spell and cut out the background interference.”
“I should have gone too. I’m sorry.”
“You have a business to run, Dominic. You can’t come to all these meetings. I have them all the time. It’s part of my job. But I would like it if you’d help with something.”
“You know you only have to ask and I’ll do it.”
“You’re full of shit. I ask you to do all sorts of things and you do your own thing anyway.”
“I love when you’re vulgar. How about this—what I mean is, professionally. Ask and if it’s not something I think is dumb like letting you continue to live in a place the mages know about and have stalked you in—I’ll do it.”
“You already had appointments set up to look at apartments. Don’t pretend you didn’t jump on this to get what you wanted.”
He laughed. “Of course I did. Do you think I’d merit a woman like you if I was easily led or if I didn’t take full advantage of every situation to get my way?” One of his brows rose and she snorted.
“Don’t snort, Meriel, my love. You’re naked in my bed, still mussed from my attentions.” He winked. “Exhibit A.”
“I’m truly afraid of what our children will be like.”
“Yeah, me too. But you can handle me just fine. You’ll be great. They’ll adore you like I do.”
She rolled her eyes but snuggled into him. “I’m afraid this mage thing isn’t going to go away without a lot of work and most likely more people hurt and killed.”
And his mother was a part of it. Meriel had spoken to Nell about this and with Sadira Rodas, the leader of Rodas Clan. Sadira had told Meriel what they’d discovered when they were able to capture some of these mages, was that they’d been part of an organized movement to hunt and use witches for their magick.
And as they’d suspected, there were several witches helping the mages. Mainly by giving them information, critical information that only a witch could help them with. Where witches would likely congregate, what practice path they used so they could defend against anything a witch threw their way. And now it appeared they knew about the hierarchy in clans and were targeting council witches to steal magick from.
Now that their secrets had been exposed, it put them all at greater risk. This was a threat to their entire race. She could not shake the gut feeling that Gloria Ochoa was involved. They had a lot of circumstantial evidence on this fact already. It was really only a matter of time before they knew for certain.
“Having bands of roving mages out to stalk and kidnap us sounds like a plot from a novel. Humans have to deal with this fear. I guess I should too. But I hate the idea of it! I hate that these mages are hunting us like animals and will use us up and toss us to the side. I can’t abide it.”
He smirked. “Of course you can’t. We’ll do what we can.”
“Will you help me with this?”
“With what, baby?”
“I need to reach out to witches who aren’t in clans, unaffiliated witches, coven witches, outclan, all that. I have some ideas, but my mother has charged me with this and I’m already getting started. I’d like you with me, helping me.”
He nodded. “Of course. I have some ideas too. You and I can make a difference. Tell me what you need and when you need it, I’m in. You know, your mother told me yesterday that this issue would make your place in Owen history. She’s proud of you.”
“She hated this stuff just six months ago. Told me it had nothing to do with our world, that if the mongrels wanted to kill each other, they would.”
“Edwina can admit when she’s wrong. She believes in the strength of the clan.”
“So do I.” Meriel sat and grabbed her shirt. “But we’re targets too. The rep from Rodas has interrogated these mages. They have more info than any of us and what was shared was enough to convince me that if we don’t work together and strengthen ourselves, it’ll be open season on us.”
“Mages can be taken out. Your mother showed me a great new spell. It’s a feedback spell. You can probably do it while multitasking about forty-five other things. But I think if it’s used at the right time during a mage attack, it can cascade into the mage, draining him until there’s nothing. At the very least it should give the witch being attacked some time to get out of there.”
“She’s never taught me that spell.” But she was flattered, nonetheless, that he thought she was so competent.
“Really? Well, it’s handy. She probably thinks you already know it. I’ll show it to you.”
This was entirely possible. “Nell’s mother was the hunter before Nell. Within Owen, it’s almost always been a Hunter. Yes, that’s Nell’s real family name. Back then you know you were named what you did a lot. Smith, Baker, all that. So it’s been a Hunter or a Garrity. That’s Gage’s family by the way, only his mother is a healer and it’s his father who was in our hunter team until just three years ago. Anyway, I’m tangenting. Nell’s mother taught me all my defensive magick. Though I’ve certainly learned a lot from my mother too. I’d love for you to show it to me.”
“Is it all right with you?” He pulled on his boxers and jeans but stayed shirtless and she stared for long moments at him. Big. Imposing. Those wide shoulders of his leading down to a flat belly and a narrower waist. A waist showcased even better with low-slung jeans hanging from them.
“You’re going to end up right back in bed if you keep looking at me that way.”
She laughed and walked from the room.
“To answer your question,” she said as she began to make a pot of coffee, “I like that you’re learning from Edwina. She’s hands down the finest spellcaster I’ve ever seen. It’s good to learn from her. She never takes shortcuts, which means you’ll learn how to do everything the long way. And it’s easy to change a long spell to adjust it for all sorts of uses. But learning her way, you get the mechanics of the spell, which is important.”
“And she likes me. She didn’t want to at first. But she does now.” He grinned.
“She does. But I can understand that very well. I like you too. You’re very charming.”
“So glad you think so. I’m clearly going to have to buy more coffee if we’ll be living together.” He hopped up on a stool to watch her, pleased and smug.
Oh, back to that. “Why do you want to look at the other places?”
“The one here is on a higher floor and has a private elevator. Keycards only. So it’s less access. Safer. And the view will be better. And it’s bigger. A three bedroom. That way you can work from home and we’ll still have a spare room for people to stay if they like. Simon does from time to time, for instance.”
“Well, I’d actually just meant why you wanted to jump to actually renting a new place when we both have apartments already. But I think the point about a bigger place with better views and the safety issue makes sense.”
“I think it’s silly to pretend to take this slow at this point. Don’t you?”
“Have you ever lived with anyone before?”
“Other guys as roommates. Not a woman. I always figured it would happen when I found the right woman. And look. I was right.”
She’d never admit it to him, but his utter self-assuredness was so attractive.
“I’m bitchy. I hate it when you leave beard hairs in my sink. I need space and time when I work. I work a lot. Edwina will stop by to check in because that’s what she does. Nell will be over all the time too. I’ll fill your fridge with goat cheese and salami. I drink coffee all day long and I’m not going to hide my tampons when the dot comes calling.”
He laughed. “Is this supposed to deter me? You think I haven’t ever seen a tampon before? I like Nell and William so her being here won’t bug me. I’ll ignore the goat cheese and remind you occasionally that salami is bad for you and that you drink too much coffee. I want you with me, Meriel. Tampons and coffee habit included.”
He moved her. With just the smallest things, he made her feel desired and understood. Maybe this moving in thing could work. Her current lease was up in a month anyway. They’d sent her a note about signing a new agreement and she hadn’t gotten around to it yet.
“Let me get dressed and we’ll go look at the other place.”
“I’ll watch.”
Chapter 23
MERIEL
laid it all out for the governing council. The deaths, the disappearances, the intelligence they’d gathered.
laid it all out for the governing council. The deaths, the disappearances, the intelligence they’d gathered.
She went item by item and laid it all out carefully. Knowing it was important to give them a sense of just how serious the entire situation was.
“To cap—we’ve got an organized group of Other-hating human separatists working with mages whose numbers also include turned witches. These mages are taking intel the witches give them and then they both manipulate the bigot humans to help them find us and kidnap us. There are incidents all over North America and it’s not hard to imagine the numbers being far higher than we think now because plenty of people just up and leave town. If they were loners, who’d notice that they left and call the cops? And even then, we may not note this as an attack against a witch because that’s not how any of the victims are being classified by the authorities.”
“How many of these people are out there? What’s the threat to us, really?” Sami asked.
It was a fair question. “There’s no real reason to believe they’re a contagion. Most witches don’t turn. Most mages wouldn’t be stupid enough to join with the very humans who’d turn on them if they knew their true nature. This isn’t a DEFCON One sort of situation. Not yet.”
“Weak prey is attractive prey.” Dominic spoke up, looking ever so handsome in a three-piece pinstripe suit that made Meriel want to lick him. Well, to be fair, she just liked to lick him in general. But the suit worked.
“Are you saying we’re prey?” Meriel knew it was Sami who had to be convinced. She came from a very long line of full-council witches. Being very powerful, she had little idea of what it felt like to be attacked or in fear. She believed in Clan Owen and thought any witch who chose to live outside a clan was foolhardy.
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