Atlantis Betrayed (31 page)
Authors: Alyssa Day
“Nobody can see me do this, for example,” he whispered in her ear as he slid his hand down her silken belly to find the nest of curls between her thighs. “Or this,” as his hand moved even lower, and he traced her clitoris ever so lightly with the tip of his finger.
Her sharply indrawn breath was her only reply, so he nibbled the edge of her ear and whispered a few suggestions as to what he’d like to do to her. She stood perfectly still, except for pushing her hips back until his cock was nestled against the sweetly firm cheeks of her still-covered ass.
“I want to hold your breasts in my hands.”
“No, someone might see,” she said breathlessly. “We should go inside.”
“We will. But first I want to watch you come in the bright magic of Atlantean sunlight.” With that he slid his fingers farther down, until they touched her liquid heat. He coated his finger in the slick wetness and then rubbed up and along her clit again, causing her to buck against him.
“Christophe, I can’t—we can’t—”
“Oh, yes, we can,” he said, tilting his head to take her mouth. He kissed her long and hard while his fingers continued their play, until she started shaking in his arms.
“Now, please, I want you inside me,” she whispered against his mouth.
“Your wish is my command.” He unfastened his own pants and then pulled hers down as he leaned forward slightly, bending her just the tiniest bit over the rail.
“Now, you said,” he reminded her. He plunged the thick head of his cock into her silken sheath and she bit her lip against crying out. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, inch by blissful inch, he entered her, his body barely moving, until his cock was so deep inside her that he felt like part of her. He stood perfectly still, unmoving, as she clenched around him, and then his fingers resumed their rhythmic stroking on her swollen clit.
“You have to move,” she whispered. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“That’s the idea,” he said, alternating pressure with his fingers. Firm, then gentle. Rapidly, then slowly.
“Oh, no. There’s someone coming.” There was real panic in her voice, so Christophe reminded her that nobody could see her from the waist down, especially from the ground below.
“Hail, Christophe,” the man called up. It was one of the palace gardeners. “You owe me another chance at darts.”
“Soon,” he promised, waving to the man in hopes he’d get the hint and move on. Which he did, thank Poseidon.
Fiona collapsed forward onto her folded arms, which rested on the balcony ledge. “I can’t believe that I—that we—oh.”
“Well, we didn’t yet, but we’re going to, now.” He withdrew a little and then, grasping her hip with the hand not busy driving her to an exquisite madness, he thrust into her, hard. “I told you nobody can see you.”
“Of course. Nobody can see me. Why didn’t I think of that?”
A split second later, she disappeared, for all intents and purposes. He stood holding her ass, his cock buried in her warm, sweet heat, but all he could see of her was a swirl of light and shadow.
It was simultaneously the oddest and most erotic experience of his life.
“I won’t come without being able to see your beautiful face, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make an invisible woman have an orgasm right here on my balcony,” he said, teasing her, his fingers stroking harder now.
She bucked against him, frantic now, trying to get him to move, but he laughed and held her still against him, barely pulsing his cock in tiny movements inside her. The rhythm of his motion matched that of his fingers, and it took only seconds more for her to reach her climax, spasming around his cock like a velvet glove. He nearly came then himself, but instead he lifted her by the bottoms of her thighs so that he was carrying her in almost a seated position in front of him. He made it to the bed in seconds and gently lowered her to her hands and knees and then took a firm grip on her hips and released the power he’d been holding back.
He drove into her, over and over, and she let go of her shadows so he could see every gorgeous inch of her. Her luscious ass rocked with his motion and she’d thrown her head back so her hair trailed along the curve of her pale, perfect back.
“More?” He sped up, thrusting harder and faster. “Do you want more of me?”
“All of you,” she said breathlessly. “I want all of you.”
He bent down and pressed a kiss to her spine. “I want all of you, too, Lady Fiona Campbell.”
She cried out, coming again, and he thrust into her, over and over, riding the wave of her orgasm to his own. They collapsed in the bed, exhausted and safe, and she almost immediately fell asleep. He, however, lay awake for a long time, again contemplating the irony of humanity, his most hated foe, giving him such a gift.
Chapter 27
Conlan smiled to see his son mash banana slices into his own hair. “He’s clearly a brilliant child.”
“Hey, buddy,” his princess and bride said, pulling him down for a kiss. “You did the same thing at your age, bet on it.”
“I’d do the same thing now, if I thought it would relieve some of this worry.”
Riley nodded. “Denal?”
“All of it. Denal, the vampires, the impending war, the jewels for the Trident.” He ran a hand through his hair, wondering when he’d pull enough of it out to go bald. “Hells, what
isn’t
going wrong? Will I ever be able to live up to the demands of being king? Alaric keeps pushing for the coronation but I don’t feel like I’m even handling the high prince job well yet.”
isn’t
going wrong? Will I ever be able to live up to the demands of being king? Alaric keeps pushing for the coronation but I don’t feel like I’m even handling the high prince job well yet.”
“Do you have to become king?”
“You mean could I abdicate?” He smiled at her. “I tried that once, for you, remember? Poseidon wouldn’t let me go so easily.”
“What about Christophe and Fiona? Does that worry you, too, my handsome prince?” She cleaned up their sleepy son as they talked, so she could put him down for his afternoon nap.
“Should it? I don’t know. What right do I have to meddle in the warriors’ private lives? But he has been so close to the edge; so dangerous and out of control with his power. Is he even safe for her to be around?”
“Maybe only for her, but yes, she’s safe with him. It’s anyone who tries to hurt her I worry about,” she said.
“They must find the Siren. All hope of Atlantis rising is lost without it.”
“They’ll find it. Now, come take a nap with us. Even high princes are allowed to rest with their family once in a while.”
Conlan held his wife and son close while they slept, but his own eyes couldn’t close, nor could his mind shut down. They were so close to retrieving all the jewels. Maybe he should send someone else. Christophe had always been . . . unpredictable.
And now this new element, this Scarlet Ninja—and the Unseelie Court Fae.
“I’ll put the word out to na Garanwyn,” he told his sleeping wife. “If the Fae are facing a civil war, the Seelie Court needs to know about it.”
His tiny son belched, a huge noise for such a small boy. Conlan sighed and nodded. “I feel exactly the same way, Aidan. Exactly the same way.”
Chapter 28
Hopkins was standing in the middle of the floor when Fiona and Christophe stepped through the portal into her drawing room.
“Welcome home, Lady Fiona,” he said. “Would you care for tea?”
She started laughing. “Only you, Hopkins. Only you would offer me tea when I’m stepping through a magic doorway.”
“If it were my place, I would be asking where you’ve been for the past several hours. I might ask where Denal is. I might ask how you stepped through a ball of light to appear in the middle of the drawing room. But I won’t ask any of it. So I repeat, would you care for tea?”
Only a slight reddening of his face and his exceedingly clipped tone gave away how worried he must have been, and she felt like an utter heel. She hugged him. He stepped away, but not before she saw the relief on his face.
“I do adore you, Hopkins. And I owe you an explanation. Why don’t we have tea, and I’ll tell you all about Atlantis. How is Sean, and where is Declan?”
“Sean is fine, healing rapidly. Sunday is his day off, of course, so he’s off with his friends somewhere. Declan is doing the same. I made up a story about you showing Christophe the sights of London when he asked where you were.”
“Thanks. I wouldn’t want him to worry, and I’m sorry I made you do so.”
They followed Hopkins into the kitchen, and he set about making sandwiches while Fiona filled the kettle and put it on to boil. While they ate, she told him about Atlantis, and after the first thirty minutes or so, he finally quit treating her as if she were mad. Christophe sat silently, eating several sandwiches, and let her tell the story. A couple of times she caught him examining her as if she were a new species of butterfly and he a scientist. It was oddly disconcerting.
“I can hardly believe you were really in Atlantis,” Hopkins said. “Maeve a Fae princess. Now,
that
I can believe. I always thought there was something off about her.”
that
I can believe. I always thought there was something off about her.”
Christophe’s expression darkened. “If she harms him, she will answer to me. I have little love for the Unseelie Court.”
“I truly believe she won’t,” Fiona said.
“I hope you’re right.”
He didn’t sound convinced, but to be honest with herself, neither was she. The Maeve who could hold such secrets so closely for so long wasn’t the woman Fiona knew.
“I’d love to see it someday,” Hopkins said. “I’ve long been a student of mythology—although, we’ll have to reclassify, won’t we? You’ve just changed everything. Fiction has become fact.”
“The world should be used to that, after vampires and shape-shifters revealed themselves,” Christophe said. “But we’re not openly announcing anything until we can raise Atlantis to the surface to take its place in the world once more.”
“It seems like a lot of people know,” Fiona said doubtfully.
“Yes, but what can they say? Atlantis exists? It would show up as a tabloid story.” Christophe shrugged and, standing, took the plates to the sink and turned on the faucet. “We still have to retrieve the Siren and two other gems before Atlantis can rise.”
“I can understand your urgency,” Hopkins said, jumping up to help clear their few dishes. “Even after you gave us your proof, we didn’t believe you. I’d so very much like to see it.”
“That can be arranged,” Christophe said, grinning. “Be nice to me and you’ll get your chance.”
“Then again, I’ve heard Morocco is an interesting place to visit,” Hopkins replied, not missing a beat.
Fiona laughed at the two of them and crossed over to the sink where Christophe was washing their dishes. She picked up a hand towel and began to dry them.
“Lady Fiona,” Hopkins said, sounding shocked. “A lady does not do dishes.”
“You know, that’s silly,” she said. “I have to eat. Why should I be exempt from cleaning up after myself? If you really want to help, will you please figure out another disguise as good as the Uma Thurman look? We’re heading out to a werewolf pub, and this time we’re taking the Ducatis.”
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