It would be so easy to lean forward just a little and press her lips to his. To answer the question of what he would taste like and ease the desire clamoring hotly through her veins. She’d never felt this way about someone before. She’d been kissed and groped awkwardly by a few boys in Badwin over the years, but it had never amounted to much more than satisfying some of her curiosity, and it hadn’t been overly pleasant anyway.
She yearned to taste him so badly her mind spun, and her blood became electrified by the possibility of answering the call clamoring through her body. Instinctively she knew it wouldn’t be like those fumbling attempts she’d experienced before. Just touching him was making her entire body come alive in a way it never had; kissing him might kick-start her heart into beating.
He moved closer to her, his lips only centimeters from hers, his body pressing against the arms curled protectively to her chest. With a sharp inhale, his eyes flew up to hers. Desire radiated in their clear blue depths, but she also saw a flicker of apprehension before he took an abrupt step back.
Disappointment crashed through her. It took all she had not to step closer to him again. Her body craved his heat against hers. She’d been warm before he’d stepped away from her; now her body felt like ice encased it. Had he just rejected her? He could have kissed her; he had to have known that. Yet he took another step away, putting more distance between them, before stepping forward again.
“Keep your hand fisted, and hit me lightly until you feel comfortable enough to do it with more force.” His voice came out gravelly; beads of sweat dotted his forehead. She could blame the fire for both things, but she knew it was something more. Raising his right hand to her, he gave her a brief nod. “Go ahead.”
Tempest didn’t know what she wanted from him, but she would rather take hold of his hand instead of trying to hit it. The smile didn’t return to his face; his eyes were blue pools of ice as he watched her. Ever so tentatively, she hit his palm. It didn’t hurt, his hand didn’t move, but it amazed her how good the action of hitting something, especially after what had not happened between them, felt.
He began to move again, turning with his hands up as she tapped tentatively at him a few more times before becoming more confident and sure of her movements. Sweat trickled down her temple, her hair stuck to her face as they moved on, dancing their way around the cave. The fire was beginning to die down when he took a step away from her and lowered his hands.
“I think that’s enough for tonight,” he told her.
She wanted to argue with him not to stop, not because she wasn’t ready for a break, because she was. No, she was ready to keep going all night if it meant they could keep touching each other. Her arms felt like rubber, her knuckles ached and her legs quaked so much she thought they might collapse, but she wasn’t ready to quit.
She took a step away from him, unwilling to show how much she already missed his touch. She still wasn’t sure exactly what had happened earlier, but her pride couldn’t take another kick to it today. Making her way over to the cave wall, she briefly rested her forehead against the rocks in order to cool herself off a little. A bath would have felt fantastic, but she doubted she’d be getting one of those anytime soon.
She’d rest for a few minutes before going into the back to give herself a sponge bath. She may not be able to soak in some water right now, but she could at least clean the sweat from her body. Turning away from the wall, she slid down the stone to sit on the ground. Across from her, William threw a single branch onto the dwindling fire.
She knew there wasn’t much wood left. It might get them through two days at this rate, but she doubted it. The idea of being thrust into the dark in this cave, with the wind howling outside, and those things running free cooled the rest of her heated flesh.
- CHAPTER 15 -
The next night, William stared up at the ceiling of the cave as he listened to the distant sounds of the wind blowing against the snow wall they’d created yesterday. Not sleeping was something he’d grown accustomed to over the years. When he’d been a rebel in the forest, he’d trained himself to awaken at the slightest noise. After his life had become more secure -though he had to use that term loosely considering he’d been killed after his days as a rebel and the war were over- he’d never been able to let his guard down enough to break the habit.
When he did sleep, the nightmares plagued him. Staring at the wall, he could hear the echoing shouts and clash of steal resonating throughout the king’s throne room during that last battle. He’d never seen his father fall, but in his nightmares he did, over and over again. Tonight he hadn’t dreamt of his father again, but of smoke and screams filling a street as vampires and people fled to escape the growing flames.
He’d dreamt of looking down at the razor edge of a sword driven through his back and straight out his stomach. He’d barely felt the pain through the disbelief and anger. Too young, had been his first thought, too young to die. His second thought had been that he’d always known he’d die young, but he hadn’t been ready to die, and he’d been unwilling to let his death be a result of being stabbed in the back by a coward who had been too afraid to face him.
It had been the main reason he’d said yes to Aria; he was going to make Kane pay for his cowardice. He wasn’t frightened of death, never had been, but he’d had so much more left to accomplish. The other reason he’d said yes had been the look in Aria’s eyes. The devastation and loss, the hope he would accept what she offered to him. He’d always had the hardest time telling her no, and she knew it.
Beside him, the small fire cast shadows over the walls and barely warmed the side of his face. He’d hoped the storm would break sometime during the day, but it had continued unyieldingly on through the day and into the night.
He’d done more training with Tempest earlier. They’d shared more stories about their lives in the forest and orphanage. He knew more about her than he did most others, and he’d revealed more to her about his life than he’d revealed to anyone outside of his family and friends. He found her extremely easy to talk to, and she could make him smile without even trying; something he hadn’t done much since his father’s death, and had done even less since his own.
No matter how much he enjoyed being around her, he also had to keep his distance from her, and had retreated to his side of the cave a few hours ago. Being so close to her, smelling her crisp, wintry scent was a distraction he didn’t need. She was also a vampire; he’d never been involved with a vampire before, but then humans weren’t exactly for him anymore either.
Since the change, he didn’t know where he fit in anymore. He was one of two living oddities amongst vampires and humans. He didn’t feel as if he belonged in either world, and maybe he didn’t. The funny thing was he and Aria had always been oddities. There had been few redheads in the woods, and they were the only set of boy/girl twins amongst the rebels. It made sense they’d still be the oddities now, but she had a crown and a palace to help run, he had…
Vengeance.
That was what he had; it was what kept him going, and what drove him relentlessly through his days. The idea of getting his hands on Kane made his fangs elongate to razor points that pressed against the inside of his lip. The man was so close, almost within his grasp, but he had to think about Tempest now too. She needed his help and he had to keep her safe.
He also had to figure out who was threatening the peace they’d all fought to attain and keep. His father had died to help create the world they now lived in; he wasn’t going to let anyone destroy that. No matter how badly he wanted to get to Kane, he had to make sure his father’s death wasn’t in vain.
Kane could wait, murdering him would have to come later, for now. First, he would make sure Tempest was safe and the kingdom secure, no matter what it took to do so. Turning his head, he looked across the fire at where Tempest lay. Her head rested on a rolled up cloak; her silvery hair spilled around her, partially obscuring her pretty features. She wasn’t beautiful, but there
was something so intriguing about her that he couldn’t stop staring at her.
He could still feel the warmth of her flesh against his; hear the sound of her tinkling laugh when she’d danced around him, growing more confident in the punches she threw at his palms. The woman excited and drew him to her in a way no other had. She made him feel protective and uncertain all at once.
All he longed to do was kiss her, but he knew he couldn’t. With the way he was now, he could lose control and injure her. He’d believed he’d had a better grip on himself until those creatures had attacked them in the snow, and he’d smelled her blood. There had been no restraint after that. He couldn’t take the chance of losing control with her; he’d never forgive himself if he ever hurt her in any way.
His fingers itched with the urge to brush her hair away so he could see more of her delicate features. Seeming to sense his thoughts, she pushed her hair aside and opened her eyes. He could clearly see the warm brown of them from across the cave. Her eyes searched his face before she rose up and propped her head onto her hand.
“The only reason you were in these mountains was because you were looking for Kane, isn’t it?” she asked.
“It was,” he confirmed.
“You plan to kill him?”
“That was the only plan, for a while.”
“And now?”
“Now I’m going to do everything I can to make sure the peace we’ve all fought and sacrificed for is maintained. I will rip that bastard’s heart out with my bare hands as soon as I get the chance, but for now my priorities have shifted slightly.”
Her eyes widened at his vehemence, but they stayed locked on his. He regretted the blunt words as soon as they came out of his mouth. Well, not the words, but the way he’d phrased them. He hated that she kept seeing the worst of him, but the mere thought of Kane caused his stomach to feel as if lava were bubbling within it. His fangs tingled with the driving urge to rip the ugly prick’s throat out. Kane may be stronger than he was, but he had fury on his side, and he could hit a fly with his arrow. He didn’t care how he had to take Kane down; he would do it.
Her eyes flickered over him; William could almost feel the fire burning in his gaze. He closed his eyes and took a steadying breath. Feeling more in control of himself, he opened his eyes to look at her again.
“He is a vile man,” she said. “But you’re a new vampire and he’s older, how do you plan to take him on?”
“I have a bow and arrow, and I learned years ago that fighting fair isn’t always the way to win. He stabbed me through the back; I’ll feel no shame about whatever it will take for me to kill him.”
“Understandable. Do you miss being human?”
He pushed himself into a sitting position and leaned his back against the wall. “There are some things I miss. Steak for one, being comfortable in my own skin, being able to trust myself, not breaking things. I have gotten better with the last three, but as you saw yesterday, sometimes my control can still unravel. I tried eating steak after the change, but it’s not the same anymore.”
Wrapping her arms around her legs, she hugged her knees against her chest. “What happened yesterday was necessary, and I’ve felt my own control fray when put in a tough situation” she replied. “I’ve never tried human food before, but there are times it smells tempting.”
“That there are,” he agreed.
“Is there anything you like about being a vampire?”
He smiled as he draped his arm over his knee. “More than I like to admit,” he replied. “The speed, the heightened sense of sight and smell. The way things feel more alive and vibrant when I touch them. There is so much to this world I never realized before, and I feel as if I’m discovering something new every day.”
“What about the eternal life?”
“Not even vampires are guaranteed eternity. They simply won’t age; they won’t die from cancer or a disease and are more difficult to kill, but they can still die. I’m not sure about an eternity for me; it will depend on how everything goes.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like you said, Kane is older and stronger than me.”
“You don’t plan on living through the battle!” she accused.
“I plan to live through it,” he replied. “But I also never planned my last death. I will do whatever it takes to make sure Kane is the one who dies next time.”
“Maybe someone else could kill him.”
“He’s mine.” His growl caused her eyes to fly back up to his. “No one else will be the one to put him where he belongs.”
Her deep brown eyes were solemn as her head tilted to the side. “I hope that’s what you truly want, and what you get, William.”
The way she said his name caused pleasure to slide down his spine. He forced his gaze away from her and to the wall beyond her shoulder. Kane’s death was what he wanted, he told himself; it’s all he’d wanted for the past five months. He would make sure it happened.
He just hadn’t expected to stumble across someone like her.
Tempest lay down on the floor again and pulled the cloak snug under her head for a pillow. Her eyes remained on him as she tugged the cloak she wore closer around her shoulders. “Cold?” he inquired.
“A little,” she admitted.
He’d prefer not to have to use another piece of the dwindling wood, but he refused to let her be cold. Rising, he grabbed for another log, but her words stopped him. “No, don’t use anymore. I’ll be fine.”
He stood uncertainly as he glanced between her and the fire. Her eyes closed again, but he didn’t miss the shiver running through her. Before he could think about it, he grabbed the cloak he’d been using as a pillow and closed the ten feet separating them. Her eyes fluttered open when he laid the cloak on the ground near her.
“Lie on this,” he instructed. “It will help keep you warmer.”
“What of you?” she asked.
“I’ll be fine.”
“No, I’m…”
“I’m not taking it back Tempest, so you either lie on it or it stays there with no one using it.”
She bit on her lower lip as she glanced between him and the cloak. Finally, she moved over and settled herself onto it. He went to turn away, but her hand snaked out and grabbed hold of his wrist. “You can… you ah… can lie on it too.” A crimson hue crept over her ivory skin at her offer. “It will keep us both warmer.”
He almost told her no, he didn’t know if he could trust himself lying beside her, but the proposition was too tempting to refuse. He would rather cut off his hand than ever hurt a woman, especially this one, but he still wasn’t exactly sure of himself, or what he might be capable of. He reassured himself there was nothing she could do that would cause him to snap the same way he had against those creatures.
He knew this, but his body was rigid as he knelt on the cloak. He lowered himself to lay beside her. His hand went out to her, but he pulled it back before he could touch her and forced himself to keep it at his side. Lying almost a foot away from her, the heat of her back warmed him far more than the fire ever had. She remained immobile before him, but he knew she was still awake.
***
Tempest stood with William the next day as he showed her the most vulnerable places to attack someone, especially a man. “Kick them between the legs,” he said.
“I knew that,” she replied with a laugh. “I’m not completely daft on how to hurt someone.”
He grinned back at her. “Just make sure you don’t use it on me.”
“I can’t promise anything.”
“Give me everything you’ve got.”
Tempest threw her shoulders back. In her head, she replayed all the things he’d been trying to teach her over the past two days. Eyes, throat, nose, groin, all the places to go for in order to inflict damage and throw an attacker off. The only problem was, he was smiling at her in that way with his dark hair tussled and falling over his forehead. His eyes sparkled in the glow of the fire as he wa
tched her. She found the way he circled her mesmerizing.
Stop staring at him, she scolded herself.
Moving a little to the side, she kept her body loose and flowing as she followed his agile progress around the cave. Darting forward, she kicked him in the shin. He grunted before dancing back as she swung at him. He blocked her punch, knocking her hand aside and grabbing hold of her arm. A startled cry escaped her when he pulled her around and jerked her back up against his chest.
His low chuckle tickled her neck before he released her again. “Better,” he told her. “My shin still stings.”
“Good.”
He laughed as he moved toward the fire and further away from her. “That’s not very nice,” he teased.
She couldn’t help but smile at him. How could this man laughing and dancing around her be the same one who could become so cool and distant in the tick of a second? She’d witnessed his brutality, seen what he was capable of, yet she’d also felt the tenderness of his touch and the warmth of his smile.
He’d been awake and taking care of Achilles when she’d awoken this morning, but she’d still been able to feel the warmth of his body near hers. The memory caused her body to tingle and brought a smile to her face.
“My shin thanks you for smiling too.”
She laughed; she couldn’t tell him she wasn’t smiling because she’d finally managed to kick him. “I’m sure it does.”
“Come on,” he said and gestured to her again.
The smile slid away from her face as she lifted her hands up like he’d taught her to do. She went at him again, but he blocked her punch before shoving the foot she kicked at him down. Frustration filled her; he blocked her next three punches before she got a glancing blow in against his ribcage.