It was the sensation of strong arms tugging her into a comforting embrace that woke Laylah from her nightmare.
Even then she continued to tremble as she struggled to banish the horrific visions of demons feasting on raw flesh as cities burned.
“Hush Laylah,” Tane murmured, stroking a soft hand down her back. “You’re safe.”
“The child,” she choked out.
Tane reluctantly released his hold on her to peek into the adjoining room, returning so swiftly that Laylah barely had time to untangle herself from the sweat-drenched covers before she was tugged firmly back into his arms.
“He appears well.”
She breathed a sigh of relief, laying her head against his bare chest. “Gods, it was horrible.”
“It was only a dream, my sweet,” he soothed, his exotic male scent teasing at her nose and easing the knot of fear in the pit of her stomach.
“There was blood,” she husked, snuggling against his hard body. “The world was drowning in blood.” “Let it go,” he whispered. “It felt so real.”
“I have you.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re safe.”
Laylah calmed as she realized that for the first time in her life she actually did feel safe.
It was … lunacy.
She was being hunted by a power-hungry vampire, an immoral mage, a horde of evil fairies, and enemies who still lurked in the shadows, if the prophet was to be believed.
But when she was in Tane’s arms, she felt as if there was nothing that could harm her.
She savored the amazing sensation for a moment.
A pity they couldn’t lock out the world and remain together for eternity.
With a grudging sigh she pulled back to meet Tane’s concerned gaze.
“Did you question the Sylvermyst?”
He made a noise of disgust. “For what it was worth.”
“He wouldn’t answer?”
“On the contrary, he gave me any number of answers,” he said dryly. “None of which told me a damned thing.”
She hid her smile at the edge in his voice. Tane was accustomed to striking fear into the hearts of everyone he encountered. It obviously pissed him off that he hadn’t managed to bully the information he wanted from the Sylvermyst.
“Do they work for my aunt?”
“So Ariyal claims.”
Ariyal. Laylah had only had a brief glance at the supposedly evil fey, but she’d been startled by his astonishing beauty.
Not that beauty meant a crap. Jinn were notorious for possessing the faces of angels and the malevolent hearts of the devil. Still she’d expected something … else. “You don’t believe him?”
Tane shrugged. “I believe he has his own reasons for wanting the child and he’s willing to use Marika to locate the babe.”
“Maluhia,” Laylah said softly.
“What?”
“I’ve named the baby,” she explained. “It means peace.”
Tane froze, doing a perfect imitation of a mannequin. “I know what it means. It’s a name of my ancestors,” he at last rasped. “Why?”
Laylah chewed her lip.
He looked like he’d just been hit with a baseball bat. So, was that a good or bad thing? “I told you I was going to give the child a name,” she hedged.
“Why that name?”
“I liked it.”
Without warning Laylah found herself lying flat on her back with a very large, very delicious vampire pinning her to the mattress.
Her bones melted at the feel of his hard body pressed on top of her, glad she’d taken the time to remove everything but her panties and bra before crawling into the bed.
Now if she could just get rid of his khaki shorts …
“Laylah, tell me why.”
She met the honey gaze, sensing her answer was somehow important.
“It reminded me of you.”
His fingers threaded through her hair. “No one could call me peaceful.”
“That is my wish for his future,” she said gently, “but my hope for him as a man is that he will possess a sense of honor, with the strength to protect those he loves, and loyalty to those he claims as his family.”
With a groan, Tane lowered his head to press a kiss to her forehead.
“You’re killing me.”
She frowned in confusion. “I thought …”
“What, my sweet?”
“I thought you would be pleased.”
He pulled back, revealing an aching vulnerability that made Laylah’s heart forget to beat.
“I’m humbled,” he whispered.
Reaching up, she framed his beautiful face in her hands. “Never.”
His fingers brushed through her hair and down the side of her throat, his thumb lingering at the pulse beating at the base.
“Laylah, you asked why the Oracle marked me.” She winced, lifting her hand to press it to the strange mark on his chest. “To punish you.” “No. It was to bind me to you.” Oh … gods.
Laylah shook her head in horrified disbelief. For such a proud, independent vampire it must have been torture to be forcibly bound to another.
“Why would they do such a thing?” she breathed.
He didn’t look horrified. In fact, there was something that resembled anticipation smoldering in his eyes.
“It doesn’t matter, I was already in your power.”
She narrowed her gaze in suspicion. She’d been a fool in London to think her magic was strong enough to control a vampire.
“I don’t believe you were ever in my supposed power.”
With a shift of his hips he managed to part her legs, settling between them with a wicked smile.
“I have become your slave, but it has nothing to do with Jinn magic and everything to do with pure female bewitchment.”
Heat curled through her body at the feel of his thick erection pressing against her inner thigh. Oh, it was so close to perfect. All she needed was a wiggle or two and she could have him settled exactly where he needed to be.
“Your slave, huh?” she husked.
“It’s the truth, my sweet.” He stroked his lips down her cheek, pausing to nibble at the corner of her mouth. Her arms instinctively circled his broad shoulders, skimming down his back. Pleasure hummed through her. Nice. She could spend hours exploring the hard muscles that rippled with encouragement beneath her touch. “With or without spells you’re a part of me,” he said, his voice thick with a fierce intensity.
She pulled back to study his somber expression with a searching gaze.