Through the Looking-Glass , I had been raised to believe in six impossible things before breakfast. My life had never had any similarity to the lives on television or in the movies, nor anything in common with the lives of the other girls at the secluded school I attended or the nuns who watched over us. I had begun to believe there was no such thing as impossible.
I was the reincarnation of a Roman goddess. I had just married an angel who happened to be a vampire. After that, everything else was minor.
R AZIEL SAT IN his chair in the great hall, hands clutching the lion-headed arms tightly. Allie put her arms around him, drawing his head to her breasts. “Aren’t you ever going to get used to it, my love?”
“No,” he said against her in a sulky voice.
Her laugh was soft and sexy, and she knelt beside him, sliding a hand along his taut thighs. “Poor baby.”
“Michael should have taken his mate’s blood. He was just being stubborn, as usual. He’s going to have to accept her sooner or later. Accept his curse. He’s survived more than two hundred years on the blood of the Source, and I’m sick of it. Let him get his own.”
“True enough.” She pressed against him. “After all, she’s a goddess. Even if she’s not immortal, she should still live a long time.”
The words hung between them, and finally Razielspoke. “We don’t know how long you’ll live, Allie. Is that what’s been bothering you? Why you’ve sought out Martha? You haven’t aged in the last ten years. I think my blood—”
“Hush,” she said, moving her hand higher, brushing against his hardness. “We won’t talk about that now. Instead, why don’t you tell me what you felt when Michael took my wrist?”
“You know what I felt,” he growled. “Fury. Jealousy.”
“Yes, love.” Her hand enclosed him. “And what else?”
He tried, not very hard, to push her hand away. “If you think I become aroused when I see you with another man, you are wrong. I’m not that perverse.”
“You’re wonderfully perverse, in all the best ways,” she corrected him. “And no, I think you become aroused when you are reminded of what we share, and you want to get me alone and in private to act on it. To wipe out any trace of another man’s touch.”
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You think you know me so well.”
“I do know you so well.” She pushed her hair away from her neck, tilting her head for his full access. “I can feel what you feel. You can feel what I feel.”
His rough laugh increased her arousal. “True enough, unless you shield your thoughts,” he said, covering her hand with his, pushing it against his erection. “This isn’t a good time.”
“This is an excellent time,” she murmured.
He reached for her, pulling her onto his lap very carefully, and slid his hand beneath her hair, tugging her closer. “You are a wise woman.”
“I am,” she agreed, closing her eyes, waiting for the first touch of his mouth against her neck, his teeth against her vein.
“We should be in bed for this.”
“We should spend our lives in bed,” she said. “Sometimes we just have to make do.”
CHAPTER
SEVEN
I T WAS SHEER WEAKNESS , I ADMIT IT . I should have gotten the hell out of there the moment he left me. It was more than clear he wasn’t coming back anytime soon, and it was a perfect time to leave. I hadn’t established any routines where my presence might be missed; I could just go and no one would realize it until it was too late.
Go where? That was the question. According to the woman named Rachel, I was somewhere off the west coast of North America, which didn’t narrow it down much. If Michael could leave and go out into the rest of the world, so could I. Of course, maybe flying was part of the escape route, and I didn’t appear to be growing wings. Then again, no one in the crowd at the ceremony had appeared to have anything protruding under their clothes, including Michael.
I was the reincarnation of a Roman goddess. I had just married an angel who happened to be a vampire. After that, everything else was minor.
R AZIEL SAT IN his chair in the great hall, hands clutching the lion-headed arms tightly. Allie put her arms around him, drawing his head to her breasts. “Aren’t you ever going to get used to it, my love?”
“No,” he said against her in a sulky voice.
Her laugh was soft and sexy, and she knelt beside him, sliding a hand along his taut thighs. “Poor baby.”
“Michael should have taken his mate’s blood. He was just being stubborn, as usual. He’s going to have to accept her sooner or later. Accept his curse. He’s survived more than two hundred years on the blood of the Source, and I’m sick of it. Let him get his own.”
“True enough.” She pressed against him. “After all, she’s a goddess. Even if she’s not immortal, she should still live a long time.”
The words hung between them, and finally Razielspoke. “We don’t know how long you’ll live, Allie. Is that what’s been bothering you? Why you’ve sought out Martha? You haven’t aged in the last ten years. I think my blood—”
“Hush,” she said, moving her hand higher, brushing against his hardness. “We won’t talk about that now. Instead, why don’t you tell me what you felt when Michael took my wrist?”
“You know what I felt,” he growled. “Fury. Jealousy.”
“Yes, love.” Her hand enclosed him. “And what else?”
He tried, not very hard, to push her hand away. “If you think I become aroused when I see you with another man, you are wrong. I’m not that perverse.”
“You’re wonderfully perverse, in all the best ways,” she corrected him. “And no, I think you become aroused when you are reminded of what we share, and you want to get me alone and in private to act on it. To wipe out any trace of another man’s touch.”
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You think you know me so well.”
“I do know you so well.” She pushed her hair away from her neck, tilting her head for his full access. “I can feel what you feel. You can feel what I feel.”
His rough laugh increased her arousal. “True enough, unless you shield your thoughts,” he said, covering her hand with his, pushing it against his erection. “This isn’t a good time.”
“This is an excellent time,” she murmured.
He reached for her, pulling her onto his lap very carefully, and slid his hand beneath her hair, tugging her closer. “You are a wise woman.”
“I am,” she agreed, closing her eyes, waiting for the first touch of his mouth against her neck, his teeth against her vein.
“We should be in bed for this.”
“We should spend our lives in bed,” she said. “Sometimes we just have to make do.”
CHAPTER
SEVEN
I T WAS SHEER WEAKNESS , I ADMIT IT . I should have gotten the hell out of there the moment he left me. It was more than clear he wasn’t coming back anytime soon, and it was a perfect time to leave. I hadn’t established any routines where my presence might be missed; I could just go and no one would realize it until it was too late.
Go where? That was the question. According to the woman named Rachel, I was somewhere off the west coast of North America, which didn’t narrow it down much. If Michael could leave and go out into the rest of the world, so could I. Of course, maybe flying was part of the escape route, and I didn’t appear to be growing wings. Then again, no one in the crowd at the ceremony had appeared to have anything protruding under their clothes, including Michael.
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