“Oh.” She shuddered, the scent of her arousal perfuming the air while Uriel planted a trail of kisses to the revealing pulse at the base of her neck. “What are you doing?”
“I think I should double check,” he said, the driving pleasure in touching her overcoming his small claim to intelligence. “We can’t be too careful.”
“I warned you, vamp . . .” Kata breathed, her hands lifting to his chest. She no doubt intended to push him away, or maybe something even worse, but instead her fingers splayed over his rigid muscles, the heat of her touch searing through the thin material.
“Uriel,” he rasped.
“What?”
“My name is Uriel.”
She shivered. “Uriel.”
Chapter 5
During the long years of her imprisonment, Kata more than once skirted the edge of madness. Not only from the endless days of being trapped on the narrow cot, but from sheer loneliness.
Even with her ability to view the world through Marika and Laylah, as well as Yannah’s occasional visits, she’d been tortured by her isolation. She was a human who’d been raised by loving parents who’d been openly affectionate. To be suddenly denied the comfort of her family and loving tribe was worse than death.
She craved companionship with an aching need.
Which was the only reason she was tilting back her head to encourage his seeking lips, and why her hands were lifting to tangle in his thick curls. It was why she arched closer to the growing promise of his erection . . .
Blessed mother. Ruthless desire blazed through her, belatedly jerking her out of her self-delusion.
Mere comfort didn’t make a woman’s heart race with a wild excitement or her stomach clench in anticipation.
This was lust.
Raw, desperate, savage lust.
“Stop.” Her hands returned to his chest, but this time she didn’t allow herself to become distracted by the chiseled muscles and icy power. “Uriel, are you out of your mind?”
With a low groan, he lifted his head, his eyes dark with a hunger that echoed deep inside her.
“I must be,” he muttered thickly, dropping his hands with insulting promptness. “There can be no other excuse.”
Refusing to acknowledge the pang of loss, Kata stepped backward, wincing at the sting of heat on the back of her legs. Damned lava.
“You said something about getting us out of here,” she said stiffly.
“I did.”
She lifted her brows. “And?”
He grimaced. “And it is something a man says to comfort a hysterical female.”
“I was not hysterical.”
“You were crying.”
She hunched a shoulder, refusing to admit her brief moment of vulnerability. If Marika had taught her nothing else, it was that the least hint of weakness could be exploited.
“So what you’re saying is that you don’t have any clue of how to get us out of here?”
His jaw tightened, as if he was offended by her accusation. “Maybe if you’d warned your daughter that anyone who was sent to rescue you was going to be sucked into hell I might have been properly prepared.”
“More likely you wouldn’t have come at all.”
“It wasn’t as if I had a choice.”
Kata flinched at the stark words.
Well wasn’t that just the freaking cherry on top of the god awful day?
She’d already sensed that Uriel hadn’t been first in line to play the role of her Knight in Shining Armor, but she hadn’t realized that he had been actually unwilling.
“You were forced?”
He ignored her question, pulling out the massive sword.
“We can’t stand here hoping a gateway will open.” He began weaving his way through the puddles of lava and razor sharp rocks. “Let’s go.”
She hesitated only a moment before following him along the narrow path.
“You didn’t answer my question. Were you forced to rescue me or not?” she gritted.
He kept walking. “Does it matter?”
Did it?
Hell yeah.
Why?
She didn’t have a clue.
All she knew for certain was that it hurt to know she was nothing more than an unwanted duty for the aggravating vampire.
“I . . .”
“What?” he prompted.
“I didn’t know my soul was bound to Marika’s until just before we met,” she said, for whatever reason needing him to know she hadn’t deliberately led him into a trap.
He muttered something too low for her to catch, leading them through the gap at the back. He was forced to bend nearly double as they squeezed through the opening and entered . . .
A cavern that exactly matched the cavern they had just left.
Kata grimaced, not bothering to point out that there was every possibility that there was no escape from the ghastly place. Why bother?
The same thought had to be going through Uriel’s mind.
Not that he bothered to share what he was thinking. She might as well have been a stray dog for all the attention he was giving her.
Annoying ass.
In silence they crossed the cavern, nearly reaching the opening in the back when Uriel abruptly whirled around, his eyes searching the shadows.
“ Damn.”
She frowned. “What now?”
“Something’s following us.” He tilted back his head, as if testing the air. “Several somethings.”
“Demons?”
“Phantoms,” he corrected her.
“Perfect,” she muttered, instinctively ducking as he darted past her and swung his oversized sword at the translucent creature that formed out of the steam rising from the lava pits.
There was a shriek of fury and Kata bit her lip as the phantom struck out, knocking Uriel into one of the stalagmites with shocking force. Grimly the vampire shrugged off his injuries, charging back at the enemy that had turned its attention to Kata.
She saw the gleam of malevolent red eyes among the black mist that made up the phantom before Uriel was leaping in front of her, his sword dropped to his side as he instead held out his hand and released a burst of power.
The phantom tried to halt its forward charge, but it was too late. Uriel’s icy power wrapped around the creature, crushing it before it could dissipate back into the lava.
Watching the battle, Kata very nearly missed the second phantom that rose from the lava behind her. It wasn’t until she felt the stinging pain in the center of her back that she belatedly turned to face the danger.
Without Uriel’s brute strength or his vampire powers, Kata was severely limited in her defensive skills. And why shouldn’t she be? Until Marika had become a vampire, the only defense she’d needed was the sharp edge of her tongue. She was a healer, not a fighter.