He came with a shout that was as fierce as it was triumphant, pumping hard as he emptied himself inside me. I closed my eyes, my body still trembling with unfulfilled desire, his fluids dribbling down my thighs and hate in my heart.
He withdrew, turned me around, and kissed me fiercely again. But just as quickly, he pulled away.
"Respond like you mean it, dear Risa, or I will not make the call that is keeping your friend alive."
"You can't keep either of us forever, Lucian," I said, my voice edged with the anger I was barely keeping leashed. I could almost taste his death, and god, it tasted sweet. "Sooner or later, this will have to end."
"Oh, it will." He bent, picked me up in his arms, then spun and walked back to the bedroom. "But the military exhibition does not open until ten, and that gives me five hours to fuck you senseless."
He threw me onto the bed, but didn't immediately join me. "By the time you leave here, you will be carrying my child. And that will be the greatest revenge I could ever have on your reaper."
My flesh-and-blood reaper. If he could bleed, if he could gain human emotions when in flesh too long, why then would he not also be fertile? If the Raziq had taken the chip out, then it was more than possible that I was already pregnant.
God, wouldn't that be the perfect twist? If I had to be pregnant, then I would much rather the father be someone I actually cared about than someone I intended to kill.
Of course, given fate's apparent desire to crap all over my life, it was not a likely outcome, but my heart still sang at the thought.
And it was a hope that got me through the hours that ensued.
I woke to the scent of mold, dust, and age. Similar scents, yet different from what I'd woken to before. Disoriented, I rolled onto my back, feeling the rough edges of wood rather than the silk of sheets. My eyes were heavy and my head was booming, and that "drank too much" sensation was well and truly back.
He'd obviously transported me magically rather than just letting me go. I couldn't remember his doing it, but then, I hadn't actually been around for the last few hours of our encounter. I might not have done much astral travel, but I'd learned enough to get the hell out of my body. Lucian either hadn't noticed or hadn't cared. He might have paid lip service to wanting me to be an eager, vocal participant, but in the end all he'd wanted was a body to impregnate.
And I wasn't entirely sure what I'd do if I was pregnant, especially since there was just as much chance of it being Azriel's as Lucian's.
God, please, let it be Azriel's.
A desperate plea that in itself suggested the psychic part of me already knew my fate in that regard.