The Darkest Kiss (Lords of the Underworld #2)(100)

Lucien must be having a negative affect on her. Next she'd probably stop stealing. A grin curled the corners of her mouth. She'd probably be too busy having sex to bother with stealing, so that was a fair trade.

"You suck." William sighed and pushed back into motion.

Though she was tired and only growing more so, Anya managed to keep pace beside him. Soon she was stumbling over every block of ice in her path. "How much longer are we going to look?" she moaned. "Not that I want to give up or anything. I don't. I won't. I'm just wondering."

Lucien wrapped his arm around her, offering comfort, warmth and love. Her feet ached, she was bitterly cold, and yes, part of her wanted this night to be over with so she could be alone with him, pleasuring his body and - after the loving - thinking about how best to handle Cronus. But when Lucien was near her like this, none of the bad stuff mattered. Only finding that stupid cage mattered.

Suddenly William planted his feet into the ground. Anya only realized what he'd done when she glanced to the side and he was no longer there. She and Lucien shared a measured look before backtracking.

"What the hell is that?" William gasped out. He'd paled.

"Where?" She studied the surrounding area, noting that it appeared to be an exact replica of every other mile they'd trudged. "I don't see anything."

"There," Lucien said, excitement in the undercurrents of his voice. He pointed.

She followed the line of his finger. At first, she saw only ribbons of dancing snow. Then, as amber moonlight glinted against the white flakes, she noticed the shimmery outline of an arched...doorway? Somehow the air was thicker there, like clear, rippling water.

Whooping, she threw her arms around Lucien. "This is it. This has to be it! Where do you think it leads?"

"Perhaps it is nothing," Lucien said.

William's head fell back and he stared up at the starless sky. Praying? "Maybe we should turn back."

"Hell, no," Anya said, releasing Lucien and stepping forward. "Lead the way or step aside, Willie. We're going through that thing."

PARIS HAD BEEN SHOCKED when Sienna actually stripped. That's all it had taken to fill his cock with blood and lust: the sight of her naked body. She was too thin, as he'd suspected, her breasts small. But they were tipped with the prettiest nipples he'd ever seen. Pink, ripe, made for sucking.

He'd been shocked further when she'd climbed onto the table and straddled him. Shocked still when she'd slid down his swollen shaft without preamble, without any type of foreplay, her hot sheath swallowing him whole.

And yet, a woman had never been so wet or ready for what he offered. As she'd pumped her way up and down his shaft, he'd roared and roared and roared. He'd hated his chains because he hadn't been able to plump her breasts. He'd hated his chains because he hadn't been able to rub her clit.

Most of all, he'd hated his chains because he hadn't been able to pull that plain little face down for a bruising, punishing kiss of teeth and tongue.

Didn't matter, though, he now thought darkly. He'd be able to punish her soon enough.

She'd gotten off quickly, exploding with a fury that surprised him. So had he. In a matter of minutes, an orgasm had rocked him to the core - right along with a healthy dose of humiliation. He'd never come so quickly. Shouldn't care, he'd told himself, because what none of his human captors could know was that, with every stroke of Sienna's inner walls, he'd felt his strength returning. Felt himself grow stronger and stronger and stronger.

Right now she was collapsed on his chest, panting and sated, silent, body slicked with sweat. Do it. It's time. Eyes narrowed, he gave a mighty jolt. The chains around his wrists and ankles broke, freeing him. After all his unsuccessful struggling, he was amazed by how easy it was.

At the clink, Sienna bolted upright. Her hair had come undone and fell all around her face in a wild tangle of browns. Her eyes were big and vulnerable, her skin flushed a rosy pink. Before she could jump off him, he grabbed her by the waist and hopped off the table, holding her under his arm like a sack of potatoes.

An alarm instantly screeched to life.

Yeah, the Hunters had been watching. He bent down and snapped up Sienna's shirt. He shoved it over her head. "Dress."

"Paris," she gasped, struggling against his hold. "Don't do this. Please." She no longer sounded like the unemotional traitor who'd drugged him. She sounded like a woman who'd just had the best orgasm of her life and was scared for the life of her lover.

What a good little actress she was.

"You better keep your mouth shut, woman." He didn't bother with clothes for himself as he strode to the cell doorway. "I will hurt you. Quite happily, too."

"If you try to escape, they might forget about unleashing your demon and kill you!"

"It's not like you really care, and they're welcome to try." He hoped they did. He couldn't hurt Sienna - yet - but he needed to hurt someone and release some of the tension inside him. Who better than a Hunter?

Some kind of dry spray rained from the ceiling, filling the cell with mist. It didn't affect him, just caused his eyes to tear a little, but Sienna began gagging. "How do I open the door?"

She rattled off some kind of code. He punched the numbers into the small, glowing box on the wall and the door slid open. Lights suddenly popped on, drowning the shadows.