way. Luckily Sunshine was used to ignoring men who did that around her.
Once they reached her loft, which was located directly over her father's bar, it took them a good fifteen minutes to get the stranger out of the truck and inside her home.
Sunshine led Wayne through her loft to the area where she'd strung tie-dyed pink cotton fabric along a wire to seal her bedroom area off from the rest of the large room.
Carefully, they placed her unknown guest on her bed. "Well, let's go," Wayne said, taking her by the arm.
Sunshine gently shrugged his touch away. "We can't leave him like that."
"Why not?"
"He's covered in blood."
Wayne's face showed his exasperation. It was a look everyone had around her sooner or later--okay, it was most often sooner. "Go sit on the couch and let me undress him."
"Sunshine
"
"Wayne, I'm twenty-nine years old, a divorced artist who took nude drawing in college, and I was raised with two older brothers. I know what men look like naked. Okay?"
Growling low in his throat, he stepped out of her bedroom and went to sit on her sofa.
Sunshine took a deep breath as she turned back to her hero dressed all in black. He looked humongous on her bed. He was also a total mess.
Tentatively, so as not to hurt him, she reached to unzip his motorcycle jacket, which was the neatest thing she'd ever seen. Someone had painted gold and red Celtic scrollwork all over it. It was simply beautiful. A true study in ancient artistry, and she should know. All her life, she had been drawn to Celtic things. She'd cut her teeth on Dark Hunter Series (04) - Night Embrace - Sherrilyn Kenyon Page 26 of 460
their art and culture.
As soon as she unzipped the jacket, she paused in shock as she saw he wore nothing underneath it. Nothing except lush, tawny skin that made her mouth water and her body instantly throb. Never in real life had she beheld a man with a body so hard and so well toned. Every muscle was defined, and even while relaxed, his strength was evident.
The man was a god! She ached to draw those perfect proportions and immortalize them. A body this fine definitely needed preserving. She pulled the jacket off and carefully laid it on the bed.
Turning on the lamp that rested on her scarf-covered nightstand, she took a good look at him and was floored by what she saw.
Ca-ram-ba!
He was even more gorgeous than the people who had attacked her. His wavy blond hair curled becomingly around the nape of his neck, and two long, thin braids hung down to his bare chest. His eyes were closed, but his dark eyelashes were sinfully long.
His face was perfectly sculpted with high, arching brows and he had a very dignified, yet untamed look to him.
Again, she had a strange sense of deja vu as her mind flashed on an image of him awake and poised above her. Of him smiling down at her while he slid himself slowly in and out of her body
Sunshine licked her lips at the thought as she throbbed in painful need.
It had been a long time since she had been this attracted to a stranger. But something about this man really made her ache for a taste of him. Girl, you have been too long without a man. Unfortunately, she really had.
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Sunshine frowned as she moved closer and got a better look at the tore he wore around his neck. Thick and gold, it had Celtic dragon heads facing each other. What was so odd was that she'd sketched that very same design years ago in art school and had even tried to cast it into a tore for herself, but the piece had ended up a big mess. It took a lot of metalworking talent to make something that intricate.
Even more impressive was the tribal body tattoo that covered the entire left side of his torso, including his left arm. It was a glorious maze of Celtic artwork that reminded her of the Book of Kells. And unless she missed her guess, it was designed as a tribute to the Celtic war goddess, the Morrigan.
Without thought, she ran her hand over his tattoo, tracing the intricate design. His right arm had a matching three-inch band of scrollwork around the biceps. Incredible.
Whoever had drawn his tattoos certainly knew their Celtic history. And as her finger brushed against his nipple, she was jarred from her artist's appreciation of the design.
The woman in her snapped to the forefront as her gaze darted over his lean muscular ribs and abs so tight and well formed they should be part of a body-builder show.
Oh yeah, this was one fine-looking man.
Even though there was a lot of blood on his pants, there didn't appear to be any injury to have caused it. Come to think of it, there weren't even many bruises. Not even where the Bacchus truck had slammed into him. How weird was that?
Her throat dry, Sunshine reached for his fly. Part of her couldn't wait to see what was underneath those black pants. Boxers or briefs? If he was this studly fine so far, it could only get better
Sunshine!
It was just an artist's appreciation for his body, she told herself. Yeah, right. Ignoring that thought, she unzipped his pants and discovered that he wore nothing underneath them.
Commando!
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Her face flamed at the sight of his extremely endowed maleness nestled against dark blond curls. Oh come on, Sunshine, it's not the first time you've seen a guy naked. Jeez!
Six years of art school, you saw naked men galore. And you've had plenty of them to date, not to mention that Jerry the ex-ogre wasn't exactly small.
Yeah, but none of them had looked this good.
Biting her lip, she pulled his heavy, black Harley boots off, then slid his pants down his long, muscular legs. She hissed as her hands came in contact with his skin, which was liberally laced with short blond hairs.
Oh yeah, he was definitely hot and fine.
As she folded the pants, she paused and ran her hand over the fabric. They were made of the softest material she'd ever touched. Almost like chamois, only different. It was a strange texture. They couldn't possibly be real leather. They were so thin and--
Her thoughts stopped as she caught sight of him on her bed.
Oh yeah, baby. Now that was every woman's fantasy. A gorgeous naked guy at her mercy.
He lay across the pink comforter with one tanned arm draped over his stomach and his legs slightly apart, as if waiting for her to join him there and run her hands up and down that lean, hard body.
He was a luscious one to stare at. She sucked her breath between her teeth as she ached to climb up that strong, magnificent body and lay herself over him like a blanket.
To feel his large, strong hands on her skin as she took him into her body and made wild monkey love to him for the rest of the night.
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Umm-hmmm!
Her lips burned for a taste of that marvelous golden skin. And he was all golden skin.
There wasn't a tan line on him. Gimme!
Sunshine shook her head to clear it. Goodness, she was acting like a total goober over him. And yet
There was something very special about this man. Something that called out to her like a siren's song. "Sunshine?"
She jumped at Wayne 's impatient call. She'd completely forgotten his presence. "Just a minute," she said. I just want one more peek. A woman needed a good ogle every now and again, and how often did a woman get a chance to ogle an unconscious handsome god?
Resisting the urge to fondle her guest, she covered him with a blanket, picked his jacket up from the bed, then left the room. As she walked to the sofa, she studied his bloodied pants. Where had the blood come from?
Before she could investigate the pants, Wayne pulled them from her hands and grabbed the wallet out of the back pocket.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Checking him out. I want to see who this guy is." Wayne opened the wallet and scowled. "W
hat?"
"Let's see, seven hundred and thirty-three dollars in cash and not a bit of ID. Not even a license or credit or debit card." Wayne pulled a huge dagger out of the other pocket and flicked a release that spread the dagger out into a circle of three lethal-looking blades.
Wayne cursed even louder. "Shit, Sunshine, I think you found yourself a drug dealer."
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"He's not a drug dealer."
"Oh yeah, how do you know?"
Because drug dealers don't rescue women from rapists. But she didn't dare tell Wayne that. It would only get her lectured and give him indigestion. "I just do, now put that back."
"Well?" Camulus asked Dionysus as Dionysus entered the hotel room.
Styxx looked up from his magazine at the sound of his voice. The Celtic god, Camulus, had been sitting on the couch across from him in the hotel suite while they had waited for news.
Dressed in black leather jeans and a gray sweater, the ancient deity had been flipping channels incessantly since Dionysus left, making Styxx want to snatch the remote from his hand and slam it down on the iron-and-glass coffee table.
But only a fool took a remote from a god.
Styxx might have a death wish, but he had no desire to be ruthlessly tortured before he died. So Styxx had gnashed his teeth and done his best to ignore Camulus and wait for Dionysus's return.
Camulus wore his long black hair pulled back in a ponytail. There was something devilish and evil about him, but then, given the fact he was a god of war, that was understandable.
Dionysus paused just inside the door. He shrugged out of his long cashmere coat, then pulled his brown leather gloves from his hands. At six ten, the god of wine and excess would be an intimidating sight to most people. But then, Styxx was only two inches Dark Hunter Series (04) - Night Embrace - Sherrilyn Kenyon Page 31 of 460
shorter, and being the son of a king and a man who longed for death, he found very little intimidating.
What was Dionysus going to do? Send him back to his hellish isolation? He'd been there, done that, and had the Ozzy T-shirt to prove it.
Dionysus was dressed in a tweed jacket, navy turtleneck, and pleated brown slacks. His short dark brown hair was perfectly streaked with blond highlights and he had an immaculate goatee. He looked like a successful billionaire magnate, and did, in fact, run a major international corporation where the god got his jollies by crippling his competitors and taking over other businesses.
Forced against his will into retirement centuries ago, Dionysus spent his time between Olympus and the mortal world, which he hated almost as much as Styxx did.
"Answer my question, Bacchus," Camulus said. "I'm not one of your dickless Greeks to be kept waiting for an answer."
Rage flared in Dionysus's eyes. "You better take a more civil tone with me, cam. I'm not one of your flaccid Celts to shake in terror of your wrath. You want to fight, boy, bring it on."
Camulus shot to his feet.
"Whoa, hang on a second," Styxx said, trying to calm them down. "Let's save the fighting for when you two take over the world, okay?"
They both looked at him as if he were insane to come between them. No doubt, he was.
But if they killed each other, he'd never die. Cam glared at Dionysus. "Your pet is right,"
he said. "But when I have my godhood back, you and I are going to talk."
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The gleam in Dionysus's eyes said he was looking forward to it. Styxx took a deep breath. "So, is the woman with Talon?" he asked Dionysus.
Dionysus smiled coldly. "Just like clockwork." He looked at Camulus. "Are you sure this will immobilize him?"
"I never said it would immobilize him. I said it would neutralize him."
"What's the difference?" Styxx asked.
"The difference is he's about to become an even bigger distraction and concern for Acheron. Yet another way to weaken the Atlantean in the end."
Styxx liked the sound of that.
Now they would just have to ensure that the Dark-Hunter and the woman remained together. At least until Mardi Gras, when the threshold between this world and Kolasis would be thin enough to breach so that they could release the Atlantean Destroyer from captivity.
It had been six hundred years since the last time this had occurred and it would be over eight hundred years more before it occurred again.
Styxx cringed at the thought of living another eight hundred years. Another eight centuries of lonely, never-ending monotony and pain. Of watching his keepers come and go, grow old and die, as they lived out their mortal lives surrounded by family and friends.
They didn't know how lucky they were. As a human, he had once feared death. But that was ancient aeons ago. Now the only thing Styxx feared was that he would never escape the horror of his existence. That he would keep on living, century after century, Dark Hunter Series (04) - Night Embrace - Sherrilyn Kenyon Page 33 of 460
until the universe itself exploded.
He wanted out, and up until thirty years ago he hadn't had a hope of it. Now he did.
Dionysus and Camulus wanted to reclaim their god hoods and they needed the Destroyer and Acheron's blood to do it. It was a pity Styxx didn't have Atlantean blood in him or he would gladly offer himself up as sacrifice.
As it was, Acheron alone held the key to the Destroyer's release. Styxx was the only creature alive who could deliver Acheron to them. Just a few days more and everything would be set right. The old powers would return to dominate the earth and he He
would finally be free.
Styxx sighed in sweet expectation. All he had to do was keep the Dark-Hunters at each other's throats and keep them distracted while he prevented the gods from killing each other.
If either Talon or Acheron ever realized what was happening, they would stop it. They alone had the power to do so. It was him against them and this time, this time, he would finish what he had started eleven thousand years ago.
When he was through here, the Dark-Hunters would be without leadership. He would be free and the earth as all knew it would be a whole new place entirely. Styxx smiled.
Just a few days more
Chapter 3
Talon woke up to find his arm on fire. Hissing, he jerked his hand away from the sunlight that was streaming in through the window, across an extremely pink bed. He pushed Dark Hunter Series (04) - Night Embrace - Sherrilyn Kenyon Page 34 of 460
himself back against the white wicker headboard to avoid any more of his body from coming into contact with the deadly rays.
He blew cool air across his hand, but still it burned and ached. Where the hell was he?
For the first time in centuries, he felt a wave of uncertainty run through him. Talon was never out of his element. Never out of control. His entire life was one of extreme balance and moderation.
Never in his Dark-Hunter existence had he found himself unsure or confounded. But right now, he had no idea where he was, the time of day, or who the women were he heard on the other side of the pink drapes.
Squinting against the bright sunlight that painfully pierced his eyes, he looked around the odd room and realized he was trapped between two open windows. His heart hammered. There was no safe way off the bed. The only direction he could go was to his left and into the corner that was occupied by a frothy pink nightstand.
Damn.
Through the pounding pain in his head, the night before came flooding back to him with stunning clarity. The attack. The woman
The great big whatever slamming into him.
Though his body ached and was sore, his Dark-Hunter powers had allowed him to heal while he slept. In a few hours, even the soreness would be gone.
Until then, he needed out of this death trap of sunlight. Closing his eyes, Talon willed a dark cloud to cover the sun so that the bright daylight would no longer play havoc with his eyesight.
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If he wanted to, he could summon enough clouds to turn the day sky as dark as night.
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But it wouldn't do him any good. Daylight was still daylight.
His unique Dark-Hunter powers gave him a great deal of control over the elements, weather and healing, but not control over Apollo's domain. Light or dark, the daytime still belonged to Apollo, and even though Apollo was technically retired, the Greek god would never tolerate a Dark-Hunter walking about on his shift.
If Apollo caught sight of him outside or near a window during the light of day, Talon would be nothing more than a strip of fried bacon on the sidewalk. Extra-crispy Celt didn't appeal to him in the least.
His eyes no longer burning, Talon started to leave the bed, then paused. There was nothing between him and the patchouli-and turpentine-scented sheets.
What's happened to my clothes? He was quite sure he hadn't undressed himself last night. Had they
?
He frowned as he searched his memory. No, it wasn't possible. If he'd been awake enough to have sex with her, he would have been awake enough to leave this place long before sunup.
"Where is it?"
He looked up at hearing the unfamiliar voice on the other side of the pink tie-dyed fabric, which was hung to form a wall around the bed. Two seconds later, the fabric slid open to reveal an attractive woman who appeared to be in her late thirties. Her long black hair was pulled into a thick braid and she wore a long flowing black skirt and tunic.
She looked remarkably similar to the woman he'd met last night. And at first glance, she would be easy to mistake for her younger counterpart.
"Hey, Sunshine, your friend's awake. What's his name?"
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"I don't know, Starla. I didn't ask."
Oh, but this is getting stranger and stranger. Unperturbed by his presence, the woman walked into the room to the side of the bed where the nightstand stood. "You look like a Steve," she said as she bent down, lifted up the pink scarves, and started digging through a stack of magazines that was hidden beneath it. "Are you hungry, Steve?"
Before he could answer, she raised her voice. "It's not here."