Jewel of Atlantis (16 page)

“Here, yes.”

“Take off your wet clothes.” As he spoke, he stripped. When he was naked, he dug inside his backpack and withdrew his dry fatigues. He spread them on the ground.

Jewel didn’t protest. She shed the velvet sheet and it pooled at her feet. Her arms wrapped around her waist in a vain effort to guard against the cold.

Gray lay down on top his clothing, saying, “Com’ere.” He shouldn’t allow himself to sleep; he should erect some sort of shelter. But he closed his eyes, feeling Jewel lie down beside him, her body contouring to his. She placed her head on his good arm. He could feel her erratic heartbeat drumming against his chest, beating in sync with his. A sense of contentment settled over him.

He fell asleep like that.

L
IGHT PIERCED
Gray’s consciousness.

He slowly cracked open his eyes and winced. His body throbbed like he’d been thrown into a ring and gone fifty rounds with a heavyweight. Jewel was curled into his side, still asleep. Her features were soft and relaxed and contentment lifted the corners of her lips.

She was naked. He was naked. And his body liked the contact.

God, she was lovely. Her skin was as dewy as a morning peach, her legs long and tapered perfectly. Her waist dipped and her hips flared deliciously.

Fighting the sudden fire in his blood, he brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. Last night’s events sped through his mind. He’d almost lost her. This innocent little peach had almost died. Just the reminder made his palms sweat. In their short time together, she’d come to mean a lot to him. More than any woman ever had.

She’s safe now,
he reminded himself, relaxing. That was all that mattered.

From this point on, he was damn well going to do a better job of looking out for her. Gambling with the Formorians had been risky, and he’d known better. He’d
just wanted to give her an honestly purchased present and the desire had clouded his common sense. Which proved his reasons for not getting involved were well founded.

The armband rested at the bottom of his bag; he knew it was there. He just didn’t know when—or
if
—he was going to give it to her. He had to get focused on his job, and if he gave her the gift now, she might think it meant more than it did. Like he’d stay with her or something. His heart skipped a beat.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty.” He wanted to wake her with a kiss, but didn’t dare. If he kissed her, he wouldn’t stop kissing her until he had her under him, his cock sliding inside her. They had stuff to talk about, and he had stuff to do. It was time he remembered that and put things in perspective.

Jewel stirred and stretched like a newborn babe, purring low in her throat. The sounds drifted over his nerve endings like an erotic caress. She blinked open her eyes, her long lashes fluttering up and down. He was suddenly thirsty for her.

“Gray,” she said, gingerly sitting up. “Is everything all right?”

“Everything’s fine.” He forced his mind to remain on business. “Did last night’s adventure throw us off the path to Dunamis?”

She pushed her hair from her face, realized she was naked, and grabbed her now dry sheet, tugging it around her. “We were already thrown off, slower than I anticipated. But the temple is only a day and a half walk from here.”

Walking that long sounded about as fun as a full body waxing. He grimaced and worried a hand on his jaw stubble. “I’m going to ask you something, and I want you to answer honestly. Don’t answer me with a question. Just tell me the truth, okay?”

Her eyes met his, thoughts spinning in her head. Reluctantly she nodded.

“Why am I craving blood?”

A soft sigh escaped her. A relieved sigh? Had she expected him to ask something else? “When the vampire and demon bit you, they left pieces of themselves inside you.”

So, legends had gotten that part right. Revulsion, dread, and rage pounded through him. “I’m becoming like them?” The words were stark, ripped from his throat. He wanted to howl in denial; they were evil, he was not. He believed in truth and justice, protecting the weak. “Exactly like them?”

“Only certain characteristics. We won’t know which ones until you experience them.”

“And there’s no way to stop the changes? I’m going to become evil?”

“No, never evil.”

“You say that with such surety, yet you also say I’ll change.”

“Who you are inside will never change.”

He took comfort in that, inhaling and exhaling, then determinedly pushing the subject from his mind. He’d deal with each change as it came and not worry about it beforehand. Right now he needed to radio OBI, let
them know he was okay. And he didn’t want Jewel to hear the conversation. As he struggled to a sitting position, he pinned her with a pointed stare. “Why don’t you go to the river and wash, honey. You’ve got mud all over you.”

“No, you’re too weak—”

“I didn’t want to say this,” he said, cutting through her words, “but you’ve forced me. You kind of smell.” Unlike Jewel, he could lie his ass off. She smelled wonderful; she always did.

Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open.

“Come on,” he said. Gray pressed his lips together to keep from smiling, humor at her distress overshadowing the darkness inside him. He wanted to laugh out loud at her horrified expression. He pushed to his feet, every muscle and bone in his body screaming in protest. Damn, he hurt. He picked up his backpack after she dug out her underclothes. “I’ll escort you down there.”

Cheeks flaming red, she squared her shoulders and hugged her makeshift robe more tightly around her.

They lumbered to the river’s edge, and Gray did a perimeter search. “Everything appears safe and sound.”

“Then you can go back to camp,” she huffed. “You are not watching me bathe. And if you need me, well, don’t bother yelling. I won’t come to your rescue.” She stomped away, but paused and turned, facing him. The blue of her eyes gleamed with wicked retribution. “Oh, and Gray? I plan to bathe naked, letting my hands linger on my breasts and between my legs.”

Truth. She couldn’t lie. “Thanks for that,” he said
wryly, already growing hard, delicious images racing through his mind.

“You’re welcome.”

While she bathed—naked and touching herself in all the places he wanted to touch, damn it!—he trudged a few feet away and eased down behind a bush. Her words brought images of soft, peach-colored skin, lips parted on a breath, dark hair spread like a rain cloud around her shoulders. Nipples hard and begging for his mouth. Legs—

“Damn it.” He withdrew his transmitter. “Santa to Mother.”

Static, then, “Mother here.”

“Will have package in about two days and head home.”

“You’ve got us worried, Santa. Delivery is taking longer than expected.”

“Maybe next time you need to rethink the words ‘in and out.’”

Pause. “What do you mean?”

“You know the text we discounted? Well, it’s true.”

“You mean—”

“Yeah. That’s exactly what I mean. Read
The Book of Ra Dracas
again and work me up a list of every creature’s weaknesses.” He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of using
Ra Dracas
before. “Have you learned anything else?”

“We found something, but we’re not sure we translated it right.”

“Tell me anyway.”

“Basically, anyone who tries to snuff out the breath of life from the Jewel of Dunamis will earn the gods’
darkest wrath.” His boss paused again. “How can a gemstone breathe? Is it alive?”

Good questions.

A completely ingenious/dumb-ass idea crashed into his mind, and he stiffened. He blinked his eyes. No. Surely not. But…maybe. “I need to think about this,” he said. “Will contact you later for that list. Over.”

Gray set the radio aside, intent on finishing his tasks before he allowed himself to work on the puzzle that had presented itself with his boss’s words. He checked his GPS system, only to discover the stupid thing was broken. He didn’t understand. It wasn’t water damaged, wasn’t smashed. For a long while, he reworked the wires, reconnecting and tightening, to no avail. Disgusted, he finally shoved the priceless piece of shit into his backpack.

Because he himself wasn’t at his best, he needed his equipment to pick up the slack. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen. He expelled a frustrated breath. If he and Jewel were going to sleep out in the elements for another night or two, he’d have to build some sort of shelter, preferably something he could hook to his back and carry. Something to hide and protect them.

His gaze scanned the surrounding area, mentally cataloging what he could use. Twigs, leaves, rocks. His camo tent had been destroyed his first night.

Damn Welcoming Committee. They’d messed him up big-time.

Gray lumbered to his feet. His head pounded sharply, and his wounds pulsed. His legs were still weak from blood loss, and his vision swam, but he
managed to stay upright. He really, really wanted to stroll down to the river and shock Miss Prudence Merryweather right out of her inhibitions. To catch a glimpse of those long legs that stretched all the way to paradise…that soft belly and rounded waist…those lush, pert breasts and pink-as-berries nipples that begged for his mouth…

“Don’t do this to yourself again, man.” Too late. His body hardened, and he forgot all his aches but one. But Gray stayed put—and not because of any gentlemanly tendencies. “Damn shelter,” he muttered, adding it to his shit list.

Jewel was a walking contradiction, a smart-mouthed, freaky little sex puppet slash shy, innocent virgin nun. Both sides of her intrigued him, and he enjoyed watching the two sides of her nature battle for supremacy. He often found himself wondering which would ultimately prevail. The angel or the tigress? Or a combination of both?

As he forced his attention on his surroundings, the sound of splashing water echoed in his ears as loudly as screams of pleasure. He could very easily imagine droplets of water cascading from Jewel’s plump breasts, dripping onto her stomach, gathering in her navel, begging for his tongue, before finally catching between her legs and—

“Not again.” He slapped himself across the face. “Concentrate, man.” He rubbed his cheek, feeling several days’ worth of stubble. “Work. You have work to do.”

Holding his stinging side, Gray gathered branches
and leaves, vines and sapling. Over the years, he’d constructed hundreds of hideaways; the actual building was most likely ingrained in his cells. His expert eye quickly found the best location, a spot that provided an escape route yet hid them under a sloping hill and between two trees.

The trees stood roughly five feet apart. Using the rope he’d stolen from the centaur, he tied a long, solid branch to each trunk, reaching as high as possible. He crisscrossed the sapling and vines he’d gathered, working his way down the beam, then did the same to the other side. Sweat trickled down his brow, and he wiped it away with the back of his wrist.

By the time he finished the framework, his arms were shaking and his knees knocking. He hated weakness of any kind—especially in himself. He sipped at the water in his canteen, then jumped back into his work.

After he covered the braided vines with brush leaves and grass, he pulled back and studied the end results. “Not bad,” he said with a nod. Not a five-star resort, but it would hide them from their enemies and protect them from the elements. When the time came, he would untie the vines from the trees and fold everything up, hitching it to his backpack.

Deciding to rest while he could, Gray eased to the ground. He closed his eyes. Rocks dug into his back, but relaxing proved easy. All around him, the insects were creating a soft symphony. Who needed an MP3 player when the sounds of nature performed twenty-four seven?

He rubbed his temples to ease the ache. How long would it take him to heal completely? He knew better than most it was best to keep moving, and keep moving quickly, never staying in the same spot long. Less chance the enemy could ferret him out.

“God, I need a vacation.” Once he returned home, he’d go to the beach, find himself a woman and rid himself of his growing need for Jewel.

Funny thing, though. No woman appealed to him but Jewel. His body wanted her, and only her. His
mind
wanted her, and only her. The thought of being with another woman felt wrong, and the thought of being without Jewel made him sick. And Gray didn’t think a few nights, a month, a year away from her would diminish his obsession in any way.

He hadn’t lied to her. If he stayed, OBI would continually send agents inside Atlantis, looking for Dunamis. People would die. Dunamis might end up in the wrong hands. If he tried to take her home, well, OBI guarded the portal, so he could never get her through without their knowledge. The moment they saw her, she’d be poked and prodded and dissected by scientists for the rest of her life. She’d never leave the laboratory—not alive, at least. And she couldn’t lie to them, tell them she was a human who had stumbled through. She couldn’t lie, period.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, infuriated with his lack of choices. Sweat poured down his back as he realized, really realized, that these next few days were all he and Jewel had. That was it. After that, he’d never see her again. A bitter laugh escaped him. He wanted
her in a way he’d never wanted another woman. He wanted her taste, her body, her voice, and he knew she would willingly and passionately give herself to him. He could have her all right, but he couldn’t keep her.

“I’m not going with you.” Jewel’s angry voice tore through his musings. “Let me go. I’ve killed before, and I’ll do it again.”

Male laughter floated across the distance.

Instant fury and concern burning inside him, Gray jumped up. Damn it all to hell, not again! Couldn’t they rest for a fucking hour before something else attacked them? Ignoring the sharp tongs of discomfort—all right, agony—he launched forward, swiped his gun out of his bag and sprang toward the river. As he ran, he checked the weapon’s clip. Only one bullet left. Crap. Had he lost one?

He shoved himself past trees and branches, uncaring as they cut his skin. His adrenaline level kicked up, providing extra strength, causing energy to surge through his veins. At last he reached the edge of the river, gun aimed in front of him. Jewel immediately came into view. She was in the middle of the river, the water up to her neck.

“You’ll suffer if you continue with this,” she said, her tone hard. “I see your death in my mind.”

“Our king desires a word with you,” another male said.

Shit. There were at least two of them. Gray’s gaze scanned, but he saw no one besides Jewel. Where were—

The two heads smoothly broke the water’s surface
and the men were flanking Jewel’s sides, only their naked upper bodies visible. Fiery rage mutated into a murderous craze as one of the men reached for her. She slapped at his hands, but he managed to clasp her shoulder. Thankfully, soaked as she was, she tugged free.