CHAPTER TWELVE
Well before dawn, they'd taken refuge in a dilapidated house several miles outside the village. Rhiannon boldly built a fire in the ancient-looking pot-bellied stove, using bits of the rotted shutters for fuel.
"You take many chances, for a being so sensitive to flame, Rhiannon.
The chimney is likely in as sad condition as the house. "
Roland again, admonishing her as always.
"Stop worrying. There will be no direct contact between my flesh and the flames. And I'll see it's well doused before we rest. "' Eric and Tamara had gone down into the basement to seek a resting place, and, she suspected, to spend some time alone. She suppressed her jealousy of them and tried to focus on more practical matters.
Frankly, she wished she'd brought a huge, fluffy comforter along to wrap herself in. Sleeping in a mound of mildewed hay had been bad enough; this pile of refuse would be worse yet. "Rhiannon, it's time. "
She fed another bit of wood to the burgeoning fire, careful to keep her hand from the flames, closed the iron door and brushed the black soot from her fingers. "Time?"
"To tell me what you have planned for Lucien. "
"So you can tell me how foolish and risky it is?"She shook her head quickly, and crossed the room to gingerly examine an ancient-looking sofa.
"Thank you, no. You, Eric and Tamara can spend your time looking for Jamey.
I'll keep Lucien busy . alive, but busy, until you find the boy. "
"Thus the talk of a lengthy ritual?"
She nodded.
"He wants power. He craves it the way a drunkard craves liquor. It's a weakness to want something that badly. I'll use that weakness against him.
If he believes my ritual will give him more strength, he'll take part in it. "
She thumped the ratty cushions repeatedly, watching for some creature to skitter forth. When none did, she turned and sat down.
Roland came and sat beside her.
"And what of your admonition that he neither eat nor rest?"
His shoulder touched hers, he sat so close. His thigh pressed to hers, but he didn't even try to rectify matters. She wasn't sure whether she should do it herself. She knew she didn't want to.
"Deprivation of food and sleep weakens the mind. It's used by all the most successful cult leaders, you know. I only wish I could make him fast longer before I face him. "
She didn't move away. If Roland didn't mind the closeness, why should she deny herself the supreme pleasure of it?
"Face him in what way, Rhiannon? You make it sound like a battle. "
Sighing, she leaned back against the gray-colored stuffing that poked out from the ragged upholstery, her arms crossing over her chest.
"It will be a battle, of sorts. A battle of minds. "She closed her eyes and tried to see her hastily concocted plan clearly. She wanted it to seem like a sound course of action when she explained it to Roland, not like the ravings of a careless, reckless child.
"While Lucien meditates, Roland, I will be working on his mind. I will entrance him, as I've done to countless humans when the need has arisen. I will bring him completely under my control. "
Roland half turned, so he faced her. She avoided his eyes, but he would have none of it. He caught her chin in two fingers and turned her face to his.
"You are well aware this man is no ordinary human.
His psychic abilities are strong. He is able to conceal his mind from yours.
"His eyes sparked with emotion, but she didn't think it was anger. His jawline tightened. His full lips thinned.
"He will be weakened and tired. I will be strong and ready for the fight.
The incense and candles that distract him will help me to focus. "
His hand dropped from her chin, to settle on her shoulder. "If this works, and you are able to get him under your power, what then?"
She resisted the impulse to tilt her head sideways, and brush her cheek over his hand on her shoulder. Barely resisted it.
"I'll scan his mind and learn where the boy is. I'll relay the information to you and the others, and you will rescue him. "
"You make it sound so simple. "
"Because it is. "
"And if you fail? If his mind is too strong?""That will not happen. "
"It could, Rhiannon. "
"It won't. "She reached up with one hand to cup his face.
"Just this once, Roland, try to believe in me. Look beyond all my faults and see the strength that is mine. I can do this. "
His frown came suddenly, and left just as fast.
"I've never doubted your strength. I do believe in you, Rhian-non. That's never been a question. But I fear"
"That I will bungle it and cost Jamison his life. "She lowered her hand and shrugged his from her shoulder.
"No, little bird. That you will save Jamison and risk your own existence in the process. "Roland stood abruptly, reached down and gripped both her hands to pull her to her feet.
"Lucien nearly killed you once, Rhiannon.
I have an uncanny feeling that is his intent, even now. ""The risk is not important. Getting Jamey back is. ""I'll go with you,"Roland said hoarsely. I'll stand watch over this entire exchange, and if he lifts a hand against you, I will kill him before he draws another breath. "
She shook her head.
"You can't. He wants me alone--' ' "I'll go along, or you will stay away.
Your choice, Rhiannon. "Like chips of glassy coal, his eyes glittered.
She sighed and turned away.
"Why must you be so difficult?"
A hand of steel closed on her shoulder, turning her so she collided with his chest. At the instant of impact, another arm snapped around her waist, as firmly as a padlock's hasp. His breath bathed her face as she turned it up, and then his lips caught hers in a merciless hold. His tongue fought its way through the barricades of her lips and plundered every part of her interior within reach.
In seconds, she went from shocked victim, to willing partner. Her mouth opened wide and the sensual dance began. They took turns lapping each other's mouths, suckling each other's tongues, nipping each other's lips.
Rhiannon's arms twisted around his neck. Roland gripped her buttocks in his eager hands, and pressed her hips to his, moving them back and forth tomb her against his bulging arousal.
When his mouth left hers at last, she felt the shudder that rocked through him. He lowered his face to her hair, and his lips moved against it.
"That's why I am so difficult, reckless one.
Because this planet, without you among its inhabitants, would be as grim a place as . as this house. And as empty. "
Rhiannon closed her eyes at the sweet agony those words inflicted on her soul. She could feel the thunder of his heartbeat against her chest, his breath in her hair.
"But you want that emptiness. You want my disturbing presence removed from your life. "
His hold on her tightened. His words came on a voice gone gravelly with feeling.
"No, Rhiannon. It's not what I want, but what is necessary. It's not you I want out of my life, but the monster that lives within me. How can I make you understand?"
The breath she drew was halting and shallow.
"I don't! I want to understand. I only want you. "She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked up into his eyes.
"I swore I wouldn't give you the chance to reject me again, Roland, yet here I am offering myself up for your scathing words. When Jamey is safe, and I am far away, I'll have nothing but sweet memories of your touch, your kisses.
The ghost of that single time will never be enough to sustain me, I fear. "
His dark eyes fell closed, and she saw his lips tremble.
"Give me one more memory to cling to, Roland. I'll ask no more of you, I promise. Make love to me now. "
He opened his eyes again, and the fire in his gaze bur
ned into her heart.
She lowered her forehead to his chest, unable to face him as he pushed her away from him, yet again.
"Go on,"she whispered.
"Tell me to leave you alone. Remind me that no lady would say the things I've said. Let me feel your disapproval one more time. Perhaps then I will finally get it fixed in my mind that I'm not worthy of your. . . "She stopped herself as her throat closed off. Love. She'd been about to say love. God, what was happening to her senses. "?
"I'm sorry, Rhiannon. "
She bit her lip, bracing herself for his rejection. He brought his hands slowly upward, his palms skimming her spine, his fingers brushing over her nape. He cupped her head, and tipped it up, staring down into her eyes.
"It is not you who are unworthy, it is I. I ought not allow myself even this embrace, after my loss of control the last time. . . "He lowered his face to hers, until his lips barely brushed over hers as he spoke.
"But I cannot turn you away. My desire for you burns away my will. "
His mouth covered hers, his palms still pressed to the sides of her head. He kissed her as he never had before. Gently, slowly. Every sweep of his tongue was a tender exploration, every shifting of his lips, a caress. His fingers dived into her hair, raking through it again and again. And then he drew himself away, as she rose from the sofa, shivering with passion.
"Undress for me, Rhiannon. Let me see you clothed in nothing but your stunning beauty. "
She nodded, and lifted unsteady hands to the silk blouse she wore.
His gaze held hers captive as she slowly freed the buttons. But when the blouse fell away, and her breasts stood unclothed before him, he broke contact with her eyes to stare fixedly at her chest. She didn't flinch from the intensity of that stare. She felt her nipples harden in response to it, as if reaching out to him.
He drew a sudden breath, and moved his gaze lower as she released the fastening of the denims, and drew down the zipper. Without shame or hesitation, she pushed the jeans down, and the panties with them. She stepped out of the garments and kicked them aside. Roland came toward her, one arm reaching out. She :! I stepped away just as quickly, and when he sent her a quizzical glance, she smiled.
"Now you. "Her smile was answered with one of his, and he quickly removed his shirt, dropping it to the dusty floor.
She let her gaze roam freely over the expanse of skin revealed to her, the dark swirling mat of hair that invited the exploration of her fingers, her lips.
"I've always adored your chest, you know. So broad, so. . . "Unable to resist, she moved nearer him, and ran her hands over the crisp hairs and firm muscled wall. She lowered her face to its center, and inhaled his scent.
When she lifted her face away, she ran her hands up ward.
"And your shoulders,"she whispered, surprised at the hoarse quality of the words.
"And your arms. One would think you a body builder by the shape of you. "
"The only weight I've hefted was that of a broadsword, as well you know. "
She pressed her lips to his shoulder.
"Then I'm glad you hefted it. "She kissed a trail toward his neck and up it, savoring the taste of his skin. Her hands slipped down ward, fumbling to open his trousers, then eagerly, shoving them downward.
"Hurry, Roland. "He chuckled low, and helped her divest him of his remaining clothes. Then they stood, bodies pressed together, flesh against flesh. The hairs of his chest rubbed over her breasts. The hard length of his arousal stood rigid against her abdomen.
She ran her hands over the curve of his back, down to his buttocks, which flexed in response to her touch. Roland's hands rested at her waist and he kissed her deeply, hungrily. As one, they sunk to the floor. Rhiannon pushed gently until Roland lay back. She stretched out atop him and lavished his neck and shoulders with kisses. She moved her lips over his chest, and ruthlessly caught one small nipple between her teeth.
He gasped in pleasure or surprise. She wasn't certain which, until his hands closed on her head to hold her closer. She sucked at the hard little nub, then licked a path down his sternum, across his belly, around his navel.
His body shuddered its response to her ministrations. His breaths came faster as she continued tormenting him. When she touched the tip of his arousal with her tongue, he groaned like distant thunder. When she closed her lips around him, his hips arched upward. His fingers twined in her hair.
In moments, he was panting, and his hands sought to move her away. But she persisted in worshipping the core of him with her mouth until his panting became a helpless plea, and the hands fighting her, gripped her, instead.
He cried her name in a strangled voice, and his entire body went rigid as his essence spilled into her.
Slowly, he relaxed, still shuddering with her touch. She lifted her head and slithered up over his body. She held his gaze, and licked her lips.
Instantly, his hardness pressed to her thigh and she shifted, settling herself over him, poising herself to receive him.
His hands shot down to her hips and he drew her down hard, sheathing himself inside her. Her head fell backward and her eyes closed. He filled her, more than filled her, and not just physically. Being with him this way filled some barren cavern in her soul. An unexplored place no one had ever entered.
She felt his hands glide over her back, and press to her shoulders.
He drew her downward, lifting his upper body, and capturing one of her breasts in his mouth. Gently, he suckled her, then harder, the pressure of his mouth increasing with the pace of his upward thrusts.
Rhiannon felt him pushing her quickly toward that place she'd just taken him.
She lifted and lowered her hips, urgently racing to that place. She cradled his head to her breast as she approached it, feeling the skim of his teeth just as the world exploded around her.
She shook with the force of her release, even as he continued moving inside her. He held her hips in place, and kept the pace frantic. He nipped and tugged at her nipple until she cried out, and pulled away.
Then he lay still, staring upward into her eyes, and she knew he hadn't completed the journey with her. He pulled her down to his chest, holding her there. Her face was buried in the kinky curls, and her body still trembled with the aftermath.
Clutching her tight to him, he rolled them both over until she was beneath and he was above. He tipped her head upward and kissed her long and hard.
She was breathless, and somehow, still hungry for more of him. He seemed to know for he began again, in a slow, tormenting rhythm she thought would surely drive her out of her mind. Her nerve endings seemed to have been rubbed raw, for she felt every sensation as if it were magnified a thousand times. The size of him, and her own flesh stretched around him, the whisper of his crisp triangle of hair meshing with her own, softer one, the lash of his tongue inside her mouth, the friction of his chest against hers.
As the fires inside her blazed anew, she lifted her legs to encircle him, hooking her ankles behind his back. His reply was to slide his arms beneath her, cup her buttocks, lift her hips more tightly to him and spear her more deeply than before. His pace increased as her body grew taut. His tongue lapped a path from her mouth to her ear, and then his teeth closed on its lobe.
It was she, this time, who was made to pant helplessly as his body drove hers higher and higher. But it was both of them who cried out in sweet, anguished joy as their juices met and mingled. She felt the slow throb of his body and her own convulsing around him.
Gradually, the room came back into focus. Rhiannon looked around her, then into Roland's jet eyes.
"We are fortunate Eric and Tamara have not walked in before now. "
His smile was slow and enticing.
"They won't. I have it on good authority that they are hidden away somewhere, doing the same thing we are. "
She nodded with understanding, her envy of their happiness striking her ane
w.
For her, this would be the last time. Already the pain of that knowledge began to engulf her in misery.
"Perhaps we ought to find a place to rest before dawn. "
"We have an hour until dawn, Rhiannon. "He lifted a hand to stroke her hair.
"An hour I intend to fill in some most interesting ways. "
The pain faded.
"What ways?"
"Let me show you. "
As dawn approached, they took refuge in a darkened closet on the second floor. They lay down in the narrow space, still naked, bodies twined together.
Already, Rhiannon slept. Her head rested on Roland's shoulder, her silken hair covering his chest like a blanket. He held her close and listened to her breathing.
He hadn't lost control. He hadn't become a raging beast, not even for a moment. Instead, he'd become one with her, and found a joy beyond anything he'd ever known in the joining.
Perhaps there was hope for him yet, he thought, finally facing the idea which had nagged him from their first kiss. He was no longer sure he had the strength to let her go.
Let her go? He shook his head slightly. There was no certainty in his mind that he could convince her not to go. Always before, she'd flitted in and out of his life with all the predictability of a cyclone.
But that was before, he thought in troubled silence. Before what? What have we shared, beyond the consummation of a long-lived mutual lust?
The fevered coupling of two willing bodies?
No. There was more to it, surely. Not love, for he knew himself incapable of such a tender emotion. He'd believed himself in love once before.
Like a blade, the memory of that other time sliced through his mind.
Rebecca, so young and innocent. He'd fancied himself in love with her for a time. But his actions, his need to control and command her, had resulted in her suicide. His love, or, what he'd thought of as love, had been poison to her.
Would it be the same to Rhiannon? Was he not, already, searching his brain for ways to change her, to transform her into some meek-willed creature who'd be content to live the solemn life he preferred? Would he, in time, kill her spirit the way he'd killed Rebecca's?
He looked down at her, sleeping so peacefully in his arms. No, he couldn't do that to her. It would be a crime beyond murder to try to stifle Rhiannon.
Perhaps he could convince himself to let her go, after all. Perhaps he could keep his thoughts to himself until she was free of him.
He owed her her freedom, if nothing else. It was, after all, the only gift he had to give.
Just after dusk, the two of them made the trek up the side of Mont Noir, to the quaint-looking cabin that held within its cozy walls an unmeasured evil.
Lucien. Who was he? Rhiannon wondered. Why had he singled her out, of all the un dead who walked the night in this twentieth-century world? There were many. Few older than she, but some. The infamous Damien, for one. Why had Lucien not sought him out to demand the dark blessing?
Rhiannon nearly laughed aloud at that notion. Even among vampires, the name of Damien was whispered with wariness. Lucien would not dare to try his games with such a creature.
She stumbled on a protruding rock, and Roland's arms came around her, She leaned gratefully into his embrace. Too soon, she would leave him. Too soon. She shook her head at the thought. Never would be too soon.
"Something troubles you. "
She faced him, sighing. She was rapidly growing weary of guarding her thoughts from Roland. The venture was an exhausting one, for he seemed constantly to be probing her mind with his questioning one.
He'd always been the ofie being with whom she'd felt most able to relax.
She'd always allowed him to roam her mind at will.
Sad, how things had to change.
"I was only thinking of Tamara,"she lied with unease. "She is so new to these games of the mind. I hope she is able to locate the boy. "
Roland nodded, still holding her close to his side as he maneuvered around a bed of loose stone.
"It would be helpful if Jamison were trying to reach out to her. "
"Do you think he will?"
Roland's lips thinned as he shook his head.
"Not if he thinks doing so would lead her into danger. I suspect he's learned the trick of guarding his thoughts from us. Other wise, we'd have tracked him by now. He's a stubborn one, that boy. "
Rhiannon nodded, thinking again of Tamara and Eric. She'd left them sitting upon the moss-covered ground in a small clearing of a nearby wood. Candles and incense burned between them, and Tamara's eyes were closed as she sent the fingers of her mind out into the night, in search of her beloved Jamey.
If anything happened to the boy, Lucien would die, there was no question of that. For if Rhiannon and Roland didn't finish him themselves, Tamara would do so.
A small smile tugged at Rhiannon's lips.
"Eric's fledgling has a dark side to her. "
Roland glanced sideways at her.
"Don't we all?"
"I suppose we do. But with her, it's well concealed. Like the leaves of the nightshade vine, and its wine-colored berries. Beautiful, harmless-looking, but containing a deadly nectar. "
"I'd hardly classify Tamara as deadly. "
"We all have the capacity, Roland, given the right motivations. I believe most humans do, as well. "She licked her lips and watched his face as she spoke to him.
"This notion you have that you are somehow more monstrous than the rest of us is born either of ignorance or conceit. I've not yet decided which. "
He halted, turning to face her, a frown digging a ditch between his brows.
"Are you angry with me, Rhiannon?"
She blinked. He'd hit on it, precisely. She was angry with him.
Furious, in fact. Because of his foolish notions, she would be miserable for longer than she cared to think about. But rather than voice this newfound knowledge, she only shrugged, and pointed.
"The cabin is just around those rocks, as I recall. I ought to go on alone from here. "
Roland set his jaw. I'll come a bit farther. "
"He'll be able to see you. Just wait here, in the shadow of these boulders.
As soon as he is assured I've come alone, you can come nearer. But do take care, Roland. "
His eyes seemed to scan her face for a moment.
"I can barely believe what I'm seeing. You're excited about this encounter! You're looking forward to it!"
She lifted her eyebrows, and shrugged.
"I've always enjoyed facing a challenge. "She knew the remark would infuriate him. She also enjoyed doing that, though she'd never quite understood why.
She glanced down at her attire, gleaned from some of the tourist shops in the village below. Close to her skin, she wore tight black leggings, and a form-fitting body suit of that wonderful fabric called Spandex. This would enable her to move as freely as possible, should the need arise. Her shoes were flat, and shiny black, but the soles had good treads for climbing the sheer rocks.
However, she'd covered the practical, contemporary garments with a flowing kimono of deep blue satin, which, when she freed it, would cover her feet.
At the moment, it was bunched up around her waist to ease her travel. Roland had added his own black cloak as a finishing touch. It was warm, and added an air of magic to her every movement as it gleamed around her like the wings of a raven. It had neither collar nor ties, only two buttons to hold it in place at her throat.
Roland nodded in approval.
"Every inch the enchantress, Rhiannon.
He'll shudder in fear at the sight of you. "
"Don't make light of it,"she chided.
"Every advantage I can use is needed, and if my clothing can help to intimidate him, that's all the better. "
"I know. I wasn't. "He caught her shoulders, and held them firm.
"Be careful, Rhiannon. "His eyes conveyed much more meaning than his words.
He was truly worried for her safety.
"At the first sign of skulduggery, summon me. Don't hesitate. "
"I won't. "Something inside her urged her to move forward, to press her body to his just once, to lift her lips to his, and wait for his parting kiss.
She fought the feeling, hoping it didn't show in her eyes, averting them in case it did.
"Now, let me go, before I lose my nerve. "
"The gods would lose their wisdom first,"he said, but his hands fell away.
She turned and hurried toward the cabin.