Jewel of Atlantis (22 page)

T
HEIR ROOM BOASTED
a large bathing pool, an even larger bed, and so many velvet pillows they could drown in them. Vases burst with diamonds, and an array of jewelry sprawled atop a marble vanity. A lamb’s fleece carpet lined the floor.

“The sheer amount of wealth is amazing,” Gray said, pivoting on his heel to take everything in. He stood in the middle of the room.

“I’ve lived in many such rooms throughout my life.” Jewel stood a few feet away from him and kept her back to him. She gripped the material of her robe, bunching it between her fingers. The time had come to admit who and what she was. She couldn’t wait till morning. Worry over his reaction had slammed into her, consuming her, the moment they’d shut the door.
Do it.

“I’m sorry about the destruction of the temple,” he said before she could open her mouth. “I know how much you wanted to discover your father’s identity.”

“Perhaps one day, my father will find me. Perhaps I’ll have a vision of him. Perhaps I’ll stumble upon a clue that points me in the right direction.” Her eyelids squeezed shut, and she straightened her shoulders, gath
ering her courage. “We need to talk, Gray. I must tell you—”

“Later.”

The huskiness of his tone made her shiver. “But you need to know—”

“I want you on a bed.” He moved behind her, his arms winding around her, his hands finding her breasts. “We can talk later.”

She twisted, facing him, and he lifted her. He carried her to the silk-covered bed. Gently he laid her on top. Her eyes were already closed, her lips parted as she purred her growing pleasure. Her black hair spilled around her delicate shoulders.

God, he loved this woman.

He took her hard and fast, almost savage in his need. He was surprised the urge to drink her blood remained dormant as he hurtled them over the edge of satisfaction. Immediately afterward, he grew hard again. He couldn’t get enough of her, but at least the urgency was gone. Now he could play and savor.

He kissed his way down her body, lingering on her ankles, the insides of her knees. Soon she was writhing beneath his mouth, crying out his name.

“You didn’t go this slowly last time,” she gasped out.

He heard a tinge of upset and stilled. “What do you mean?”

“You usually go slowly with your women. Like this.”

A strained chuckle escaped him, and he hugged her close to him, loving the feel of her breasts against his chest. What an innocent she was. “Baby, that just proves
I want you more than any other. With you, I lose my control. With you, nothing matters but being inside you.”

“Oh. Ohh.”

He licked his way into her mouth, feeding her kisses. She tasted sweet and womanly, the absolute essence of desire. Passion. Hunger. His cock was already throbbing with need for her, but he was going to go slow this time if it killed him.

As soft as feathers, he moved his fingers down her stomach and glided them to her silky, wet warmth. Teasing her. Taunting her. Pushing her to the edge before pausing.

“Gray!” She shouted his name like a prayer. “Let me finish.”

He circled her clitoris with his thumb while two of his fingers moved in and out of her. When she tensed, readying for orgasm, he stopped again.

“Gray!” She shouted his name like a vile curse. “Finish. Please. Hard and fast.”

How could he deny such a delicious request? Request? he thought. No, the woman had ordered him. But deny he would. “I thought you wanted me to go slow.”

“I changed my mind.”

“I’m glad, but I’m still taking this slow.” Gradually, inch by inch, he entered her. She writhed against him. Her nails sunk into his back, her hands tugged at his hair and pulled his mouth to hers for a kiss. “I won’t have my woman feeling left out or slighted.”

“Faster,” she gasped.

“Slower,” he intoned.

“I already need…I need…”

“Me. You only need me.” And he needed her. Inch by slllooow inch. When he was in her to the hilt, he pulled out just as slowly as he’d entered, than sank back in. Her hips arched in response. Everything inside him screamed to quicken his pace, to find release, but he didn’t.

“I’m going to savor you,” he vowed.

“Savor me faster.” Her nipples were pearled against his chest, rasping against him with his every movement.

“Tsk, tsk. So impatient.” How much longer could he hold back? Out. In. So slowly. When she gasped his name, his control almost broke. His muscles were bunched with the strain.

“I love you,” she moaned.

That was all it took; his control snapped completely. With a growl of need, he slammed inside her, quickly drawing back, only to pound deeper inside her.

Over and over, again and again, he sank into her depths, loving the feel of her hot wetness. And when she screamed her release for a second time, he spilled deep inside her, his orgasm shaking his entire body.

N
AKED ATOP THE BED
, Jewel lay cuddled in Gray’s arms, quite positive she’d never been more content. Even the knowledge that the Temple of Cronus was destroyed, her father still a mystery, couldn’t dampen her lassitude. Then…

“Now we talk,” Gray said, his voice raspy from all
the growling he’d done. He rolled to his side, facing her and propping his head on his upraised hand.

She sighed, mentally saying goodbye to her relaxed mood.

“What did you want to tell me earlier?”

Dread curled in her stomach, but she forced the words from her mouth. He deserved to know the truth. She’d promised him the truth. No matter his reaction, no matter what he decided to do to her, she’d promised to tell him. “I am—I am the Jewel of Dunamis.”

She expected him to gasp, to push her away, or to snort in disbelief. Every muscle in her body tensed, waiting for his horrified reaction.

It never came.

He sighed, and the sound echoed hers. “I thought so.”

Confused, dazed, she jolted upright. “You thought so? You thought so! I’ve been sick with worry and you thought so? Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

“Honey, it was just a matter of sorting through certain facts.” He tugged her back into his embrace. “Plus, I’m a genius. You said the stone’s protector wanted to keep it safe but would willingly hand it over for destruction. That protector is me, right?”

“Yes. You’re not angry?” she asked, softening, still unable to believe he accepted her so readily. “You don’t want to destroy me?”

“Of course not. For an all-knowing being, you sure can overreact. You’re the jewel. We can deal with that. I’m not going to kill you, and I’m not going to give you to OBI. They would hurt you, and that I won’t allow. I love you too much for that.”

“What?” Heart thumping in her chest, she jolted up again. “What did you say?”

“I love you.”

Her eyes widened. Ribbons of happiness curled around her every cell. He loved her. Gray James loved her. He’d never said those words to another, and she heard the truth in his voice. Of all the things she’d imagined happening, this had never entered her mind.

“This is—this is a dream, right?” She rubbed her eyes, blocking the momentary glimpse of wonder she knew gleamed there. “I’ll awaken soon.”

“Uh, excuse me,” he said darkly. “Don’t you have something you want to say to me? You’ve said it before, but that was at the height of pleasure, so it doesn’t count.”

With a whoop, she threw herself into his waiting embrace. “I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

He reached between them and cupped her jaw with his palms. “That’s better.” One of his hands twisted her hair, banding the locks around his fingers. “You realize you’re coming to the surface with me, don’t you? Don’t even think about saying no. I’ll think of something to tell my boss, even if I have to steal one of the jewels here and give it to him, claiming it’s Dunamis.” He paused, his expression guarded. “You still want to come with me, right?”

“I’d follow you anywhere.” She licked his collarbone, reveling in the sound of his sharp intake of breath. “We have some time before our presence is required. Think I can keep you busy until then?”

“I think you could keep me busy forever.”

J
EWEL RIFLED
through the only closet in the room and found several robes. She withdrew a sheer blue one, lace jagged across the hem and small, glistening sapphires sewed into the bodice. They’d bathed and Gray was already dressed in the leather pants and tie-shirt of the dragons. He looked delicious.

He’d radioed his boss several moments ago and told the man that he had Dunamis in his possession. After minutes of the man’s excited whooping, minutes of her heart skipping multiple beats, Gray pried a sapphire from the wall and gave her a secret, tender grin before stuffing it in his bag.

How they were going to get her past OBI, she didn’t know. She only knew she was going to the surface and she’d never been more excited!

“What do you think?” she asked, holding the glittery material up to her body.

“I think I prefer you naked.”

She laughed and shimmied the material over her head, covering her nakedness. “I refuse to go to lunch naked.”

“Too bad.”

Just as she was fastening the ties of her new light blue robe, a knock sounded at the door. “Enter,” she called.

The doors slit down the middle and slid apart. A blond warrior stood in the entrance, the dragon medallion hanging from his neck aglow.

“Brand,” Jewel said with a smile. “Nice to see you again.”

“And you. Come,” he said, his golden eyes averted to keep him from seeing anything he shouldn’t. His hair hung in disarray around his shoulders, giving his amused features a roguish quality. “Lunch is served.”

Jewel sighed, already mourning the loss of this wonderful reprieve. Of the soft touches Gray liked to slide over her body, of the hot kisses he liked to climb up her legs. As if he couldn’t stand letting her go, either, he strode to her side and placed a kiss on her lips, their tongues daring a quick mating.

“Gods above,” Brand muttered, spinning on his heel. They followed him down the hall.

Gray linked their fingers and gave a gentle squeeze. “Everything’s going to be okay. You’ll see. I won’t leave your side.” Releasing her hand, he anchored his palm to her neck and massaged, shifting strands of her hair. “If there’s any trouble,” he added, staring into her eyes, making her feel warm and cherished, “I’ll go all demon on Darius’s ass.”

T
HE DRAGON-CARVED TABLE
was piled high with food and drink, wafting a mouth-watering aroma in every direction. All of the warriors Gray had met in the forest
were there, plus a few more, sitting impatiently, waiting for him and Jewel to arrive. Darius claimed the head of the table with a formally clad Grace on his right. A ruby necklace draped her neck, her red hair was piled high on her head, and she wore a soft pink gown.

The only two available chairs were on Darius’s left. Gray claimed the one closest to the dragon, and Jewel eased in beside him.

“You may eat,” Darius said.

Immediately the men dug into the food, a meal that consisted of honey-glazed ham, cranberry turkey, and some kind of white pudding. Each recipe came from the surface, Jewel realized, for she’d seen Gray eat each of these dishes. She spooned a bite of the pudding into her mouth and closed her eyes in surrender as the rich, decadent flavor spread on her tongue.

“I hope you found the room satisfactory,” Grace said after swallowing a bite of ham.

“We did. Thank you.” Jewel offered her a soft smile.

“Darius explained that you have no name.” The pretty human wore an expression of utter perplexity. “He said most people call you ‘it’ or ‘slave’.”

“She has a name,” Gray said, his tone flat and hard and brooking no room for argument. “It’s Jewel.”

“See.” She tossed Darius a smug glance. “I told you she had a name. A beautiful one, at that.” Smiling, she returned her attention to Jewel. “I think it’s so cool you can predict the future. Darius and I could have used that kind of ability when I first came here. You could have told him how much he loved me, so he wouldn’t have fought it so hard.”

Darius arched his brows, his only reaction to his wife’s taunting. He tossed back a drink of wine. “What know you of the vampires and demons…Jewel?”

The room tapered to absolute silence; everyone present waited with bated breath for her answer.

Stomach knotting painfully, Jewel said, “I would like to discuss that with you in private.”

She meant the discussion to come after lunch. Darius took her words to heart. “Leave us,” he told his men.

Though his tone was conversational, the dragons reacted immediately, grabbing their food as they jolted to their feet. Their chairs skidded behind them, creating a screeching symphony. Besides Jewel and Darius, Gray and Grace were the only ones to remain.

Darius looked pointedly at Grace.

“You told me I could stay, remember?” she said stubbornly. She leaned back in her chair, pinched a piece of turkey from her plate and nibbled on the edges, the picture of relaxation.

Darius turned that look on Gray.

“Don’t even try it,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I’m staying. End of story.”

Jewel drew in a deep, cleansing breath, and met Darius’s piercing stare as he next turned it on her. “I have an impending sense of doom for you. Marina once asked me what I knew of the Atlantean Mists.”

Fury blazed in the blue depths of his eyes. “What did you tell her?” he growled.

“Watch your tone, Lizard,” Gray snapped, “or the conversation ends here.”

At first the dragon king flashed his teeth—sharp
and lethal. Then he nodded stiffly and repeated his question in a gentler tone.

“You know I cannot lie, so I gave her no answer at all. She does know about the mists, however, and hopes to gain control of them.”

Little by little, the dragon relaxed. He snorted. “As if her puny army could match mine.”

Tapping a finger on her chin, Grace frowned. “Why would this Marina want control of the portals? Atlantean creatures cannot survive outside of Atlantis. They die within days. Even Darius was not impervious.”

“What!” Gray straightened. “Atlanteans die outside of Atlantis?”

Jewel paled. Oh, gods. Having always felt connected to Gray and the surface world, she’d forgotten about her connection to Atlantis. If she traveled to the surface, she would die. She covered her mouth with a shaky hand, hoping to cut off her moan of horror.

“Jewel,” Darius prompted.

Would Gray stay here? He claimed to love her, but would that be enough to keep him here? She was too afraid to look at him, judge his expression.

“Jewel?” Darius said again.

Gathering her composure nearly proved impossible, but she did it. She squared her shoulders and forced her next words to form steadily. “Marina doesn’t know she will die if she leaves. None of the creatures do. Remember, no one even knew of the portals except the dragons until a group of humans came through and struck a deal with Layel. Of course, Grace and her
brother solidified the knowledge of them, since they were not sent by the gods. Now most of Atlantis is aware, yet none know of our vulnerabilities. Marina assumes she can live on the surface without any problem.”

“In case you’re wondering,” Grace said to Gray, “the Atlantean Mists are the portals you used to get here.”

Jewel finally looked at him. Gray’s skin was pallid, the lines around his mouth taut.

“Speaking of the portals,” Grace added, “how did you get past Darius?”

Finally he snapped back to attention, though his expression remained grim. “You have a portal here? This isn’t the palace I entered.”

Darius’s lips dipped into a fierce frown. “You entered Javar’s. The guards posted there obviously didn’t see you. Did you hurt them?” He leaned forward on his elbows.

“No, I didn’t hurt them. They never even knew I was there. They were busy with something else.”

The war with the nymphs? Jewel wondered. She didn’t mention it to Darius. Not yet.

Two darks brows slashed upward. “You must be a fine warrior, then,” Darius said.

“I am,” Gray answered matter-of-factly.

“Did anyone else enter with you?”

“No, just me.”

“What about after you?”

“No one that I know of.”

“I knew better than to send such an army of hatch
lings,” the dragon king muttered, “but I had to give Kendrick a chance to lead.”

“Enough.” Grace kissed his cheek. “We can deal with Kendrick and the other portal later. Right now we need to discuss vampires and demons and this sense of doom Jewel has.”

“I do not know what they are planning,” Jewel stated. “Yet.”

“You will find out.” A demand, not a request.

She nodded.

Gray shook his head. “If she has to do anything dangerous, the answer is no.”

“Nothing dangerous,” she promised. “Just exhausting.” Without another word, she closed her eyes and blanked her mind, ignoring everything around her.

Gray watched her, ready to spring to the rescue if she even grimaced. Her features began to relax, her breathing evened out, steady, but slow. Too slow. Several moments passed in surreal expectation. And then she spoke, her voice layered with other voices, the sound eerie. Like a legion of ghosts. It was the same way she’d spoken to him when they’d been chased by the mers.

“Your enemies hide in the forest, making their way to the border of your land. In three days, they will sneak inside this palace. The demons will attack first, your fire unable to hurt them. While you are distracted with them, the vampires will move through the shadows and conquer the caves beneath us.”

Darius’s jaw twitched once, twice. “Do they know we possess Dunamis?”

“Not at this time.”

“How can I stop them? How can I prevent this from happening?”

Her expression never wavered, and she continued in that odd voice. “You must attack first. When the third morning dawns, fly into the forest and surround them, then quickly close on their ranks with fire and ice.”

“I don’t understand.” The dragon king shoved to his feet and paced. “How do I use both fire and ice?”

My God, Gray thought. This was exactly why men fought for this woman. Why she was so dangerous in the wrong hands. She could outline an enemy’s entire battle plan—and exactly how to defeat it. He’d known, even glimpsed it before, but this…

If anyone on the surface discovered Dunamis was actually a woman, greedy human hands would always be reaching for her. Hunting her. Like she was hunted here, but worse.

Finding out he couldn’t take her to the surface with him because she was physically bound to Atlantis had been a blow he had yet to recover from. Watching her in action was yet another blow, driving home the fact that she would never be safe, no matter where she resided.

“While the dragons breathe fire, the human must use ice.”

Darius’s hard blue gaze flicked to Gray. “Do you have ice?”

“No.” He frowned in confusion.

Grace snapped her fingers, her eyes growing wide. “She means the fire extinguishers. The ones brought in
from the last human invasion. The ones you have stored here, but your men can’t use because dragons are weakened by cold.”

Jewel slumped in her chair. Gray caught her and drew her limp body into his arms. “Sweetheart,” he said.

She didn’t respond. Her eyes remained closed, her expression soft as if from sleep.

“I’m taking her to the room,” he said, concern overriding all else. “She’s had enough.”

Darius nodded. “Will you help us, human? Will you carry the ice when we attack?”

He didn’t have time. He needed to get home. But the thought of three more days—and nights—with Jewel was an incentive he couldn’t resist. “I have two conditions.”

Darius arched a brow. “The first?”

“Jewel was desperate to search the Temple of Cronus for information about her father, but your men stopped us. Send someone to the ruins to search for anything she might find useful.”

“Consider it done. The second?”

“When I leave, I want you to keep Jewel here. Keep her safe. You lost her before, and that—”

“Will not happen again. We are stronger now and no one, no one, will harm her. She will be safe with me.”

Gray fought past a haze of fury and sadness and relief, and inclined his chin in acknowledgement of their deal. “Then consider me the Ice Man.”

A
FTER
G
RAY TUCKED
a still sleeping Jewel into bed, smoothed her hair from her face, and placed a soft kiss
on her lips, he gripped his transmitter and hunched over the edge of the bed. “Santa to Mother.”

Several seconds passed in silence.

“Santa to Mother,” he said again.

“Mother here. Has something happened to the package?”

“Package secure.” He’d hand them the sapphire in his bag without a twinge of conscience.

Before he could tell his boss the reason for his call, Quinlin said, “Did you figure out that little riddle about the jewel being able to breathe?”

“It was buried under a mound of rocks.” Lie. “I figure the text was referring to its lack of air.” Bigger lie.

“Makes sense.”

Hallelujah. Bringing them back to the business at hand, he said, “I wanted to let you know I’ll be home later than planned.”

Crackling pause. “Should we send in a cleaning crew?”

“No.” He ran a hand down his face. “I’ve got everything under control. I’m just having to take the long way home to avoid detaining.” God, when had he become such a liar? “Over.”