Colliding Worlds Trilogy 03 - Explosion (27 page)

No turning back.
Defeating the Draeken meant stopping Roden. Steeling her nerves, Nalea stepped inside just as the door closed behind her.

No one rushed her. No sound of movement. It was nearly pitch black in the room, only the charcoal of a cloudy night gleamed through a small window. As her vision easily adjusted to the soothing darkness, she scanned the room. Draeken, like humans, had to wear special glasses to see in the dark. Sephians, on the other hand, evolved on a planet with three moons and no sun. To put it mildly, Nalea had excellent night vision.

And, just as this planet’s inhabitants absorbed the sun’s rays through their pale Draeken-like skin, her people’s golden skin was optimized to draw as much lunar energy as possible. The dark exhilarated her.

On her first day as a prisoner at this Earthside base, Roden had surprised her by giving her a pair of dark glasses to ease her sensitivity to the light, almost certainly in an attempt to build a false trust. Nalea knew plenty about Roden Zyll, a man famous for his viciousness. Yet he was also an enigma. The only thing she truly knew was that he never did what anyone expected.

A Draeken lord, second only to Grand Lord Hillas Puftan, Roden’s strategies were a dichotomy of ruthless assassinations, outright attacks, and — in her case — charming mind fucks. The moment he gave her the dark glasses, she
knew
he had something planned for her. And, that thought haunted her every waking moment since.

Without glasses for protection, Nalea needed to make her escape and find shelter before sunrise, when Earth’s bright day star would blind her. Until the moment of dawn, in this room, she needed no glasses. The darkness felt natural, and it comforted her as her gaze fell upon the man on the bed. With one muscled arm resting over his head, his chest rose and fell strong and slowly, his darkly colored tattooed wings spread out loosely beneath him.

Oh sweet, gods, thank you.
Relief soothed Nalea’s frayed nerves. Retribution was so very close now. She crept first to his desk where his weapons were laid out in symmetric order. Her hand skimmed over the blasters and glided across the knives, pausing at a long blade embellished with etchings. She hefted its weight in her hand, and smiled. It would do.

Keeping her gaze fixed upon the sleeping man, she closed in, step by excruciatingly slow step, holding the blade in front of her. The sliver of moonlight through the window glinted off its dark metal, producing shimmering lines across her golden skin. It would have been better if the clouds completely hid the moon this night. Then, Roden wouldn’t be able to see her coming even if he awoke.

All it would take was one quick slice. One quick slice and Lord Commander Roden Zyll would no longer pose a risk to the Sephians or to the inhabitants of this planet … or to her.

The light across her hand trembled, and she realized she was shaking. She gripped the blade with both hands to steady herself. A whimper threatened to betray her to her enemy. Nalea paused, inhaled, took a step closer, scolding herself for her weakness.

After all, it should be an easy thing to kill a godless Draeken. She’d killed dozens, hells,
hundreds
of the bastards already. Why did this one have to be any different? She wanted to kill Roden. She
needed
to kill him more than any other Draeken. Especially since this particular one happened to be her captor, and something far, far worse … her destined
tahren
. Her soul mate.

Of all males in the universe for her dysfunctional soul to latch onto, why did it make her body crave her most hated enemy? Since he was a Draeken, he would never be crippled by the
tahren
bond; he’d never feel the soul-deep emotions that would flood her should she allow the bond to take hold. If he discovered her secret, he’d have the cruelest form of torture available at his hands.

He was sharp, and she needed to escape before he grew suspicious. He already questioned her with unending perseverance, rather than turning her over to his underlings for more traditional torture methods. Had he thought to convert her to the Draeken side? Surely he must have known she’d die before betraying her people. More likely, he’d kept her alive to trade her for his officers the humans had captured last year.

No matter his intentions, only one option was acceptable.
I must kill Roden Zyll.

Resolved, she lowered the blade toward his neck. Her irrational insides wanted to scream, in a hostile clash with her rational mind. Her body was fighting itself as the natural instinct to protect one’s mate pushed against her resolve with all its might.

He’s
not
my mate. Not yet.

The bond, while slithering just below the surface, had not yet taken hold. It wouldn’t until they consummated, and even then, she must open her soul up to him. And that was something she knew would never happen. Until Roden was dead, Nalea must be stronger than nature.
Suvaste, I control my own destiny!

Furious, she yanked her arms above her head and brought the knife down with the force of all her rage behind it. Just before the blade would have skewered his black heart, a vise gripped her wrist and twisted. Sharp pain shot up her arm, and she cried out. Cold fear washed over her. She tried to scramble back but was yanked forward, spun, and shoved against the mattress. “Oomph!”

Nalea shoved at and struggled with Roden, but he easily overpowered her. Forced her arms above her head. Even though she was in prime health, he held her down as though she were just a girl, both of her wrists bound all too easily by only one of his larger hands. His body pressed hers hard against the bed, giving her no opportunity to move, let alone escape. He still had a hand free, which she suspected now held the deadly blade.

Her spirit crashed.
I’ve … failed.

“Lights,” Roden ordered, and the room brightened in response.

Nalea clenched her eyes shut against the light and against the view of her captor. The gods had forsaken her. She’d failed her people, the people of this world, and herself. She was lost.

“Let me see your eyes, Lea.” His words brushed over her like a velvet caress, and she hated him all the more for it.

Her eyes snapped open to give him her harshest glare, trying to channel all her hate into him through her hard gaze, except the brightness caused her to wince.

“Lights. Dim.”

The brightness no longer blinding, she gave him a proper glare while he frowned down at her. His wings, each tipped with a sharp bone spike, spread out behind him as though to shade her from the light. She’d often wondered how many opponents he’d slayed with those wingtips, how many women had grabbed onto them during sex. The sudden thought caused her to twitch.
Don’t go there
, she reminded herself bluntly.

He ran a finger down her cheek. Chills raised across her arms and legs. She jerked her face to the side, only to have him grab her cheek and yank her back to face him. He forced her to face him, his silver Draeken eyes scrutinizing her in the now dimly lit room. Those eyes focused on her like none had ever done before. A tragedy they belonged to her enemy.

“Ah, Lea, you vex me.”

She wrenched her gaze away. “The name is
Na
lea, and I hope you rot in all twelve hells.”

He gripped her jaw and made her look at him once again. Then he smiled, revealing a hint of white teeth. Desire burned through her veins whenever he looked at her like that, as though she mattered. She wondered what those lips would feel like on her neck, wondered how those teeth would feel when they nipped at her breasts. But it was Roden, he’d likely bite. And it would hurt. Reality was the best cure for her distracting thoughts.

“You know,” he said, skimming a finger down her neck and her body shivered in response. “If you wanted to come to my bed, you had only to ask.” He moved against her at that moment, and she felt the hardness between his legs.

She sucked in a breath between her clenched teeth. Even her anger wouldn’t hold back the goose bumps flitting across her skin. She tensed. Then tried — unsuccessfully — to shove him off. “The only thing I want is to see your blood flow through these halls like a river,” she snarled, pulling at her wrists, but it was useless. The bastard didn’t even budge.

“Such hostility,” he murmured before leaning closer, his breath grazing her ear. “I’m sure you can think of something more interesting for your
tahren.
”

Frozen, she gasped and stared, slack-jawed. Denial screamed in her soul.
He knows!

“I know a great many things,” he whispered, as though reading her mind. “Remember the first time we met? When my people attacked your Earthside base?” He rubbed his thumb across her cheek, and she realized a tear had escaped. Odd. She
never
cried.

“When we tussled,” he continued, making the word
tussled
sound utterly erotic. “And I disarmed you, it was at that moment, the moment when I touched you, and your beautiful onyx eyes widened. I knew then, at that instant, something shocked you to the very core. For a Sephian, what else could it be than you have found your destined mate?”

He cocked his head slightly. “You didn’t think I’d notice? Tut, tut. I am not Lord Commander by not being perceptive. Why do you think I have led your interrogation?” His smile then grew intimate, and his wings lowered slightly, as though to cocoon them. “Because, my dear, forcing you to be near your destined
tahren
day in and day out is the sweetest torture of all. Tell me, Lea. What does it feel like to yearn for your enemy’s touch, to yearn for the touch of a Draeken?”

Before she could respond, his hard lips pressed against hers. Nalea wanted to shove him away, to slice that throat from where those cruel words came. She wanted to do anything but give in to his commanding touch, but she learned at that moment that it was hard to fight millennia of breeding.

His lips claimed hers as though proving he was the master. They felt as good as she’d imagined. She heard his ragged breathing — or maybe it was hers — and her traitorous lips softened as though to invite him to do so much more. And do more he did. Opening her mouth, she welcomed him, and his tongue plunged into her. His teeth scraped against her lips, and she released a nearly inaudible groan.

The long hard plane of his torso pressed harder against her body, and she could feel his muscles ripple. Everywhere he touched branded her. His thigh spread her legs, the heated pressure flooding sensation through her. Her core pulsed with need as he swallowed her objection which came out as a moan. Somewhere, far away in the back of her mind, a voice screamed that he was Draeken, her hated enemy who’d enslaved her people for endless centuries. She
knew
she didn’t want this, but her body refused to obey.

Roden nipped at her ear. “Some of the best secrets I know — ”
nip
“ — can be shown to you — ”
nip
“ — right here — ”
nip
“ — in this bed.”

“I hate you. So much,” she said with a sigh, only the words sounded more like a statement of pleasure. The pressure on her wrists eased. Fingers twined with hers, and she wrapped her other arm around his neck, tangling in that surprisingly soft hair, and held on as the waves of pleasure built. His thigh pressed hard against her, and she found herself moving in rhythm against him. His cock was ready, and she could already feel it throbbing against her, demanding entrance. Fortunately for her, they were still fully clothed, or else she couldn’t be sure if she could — or
wanted
to — prevent Roden from taking her.

His wings — gods, how she hated those wings — spread out wider so that her legs could wrap around his waist. Pulling him even closer, his hardness pressed against her core, and she found herself clinging to him, still knowing who he was, but still letting herself enjoy the first true bliss she could ever recall feeling.

She tried to convince herself that she was allowing this so that she could kill him while he was distracted. Truth, but also a lie. Energy deep within her core threatened to consume her. Her eyes widened upon the realization. In a terrified surge, she shoved the power back, pushing against the bond fighting to surface, coming at her harder and faster than she’d ever expected. Breaking the kiss, she slapped him with a panicked cry. “No!”

He pulled back, narrowed his eyes, and then shook his head slowly. “Fighting the bond is useless. You know you can’t prevent it. It’s only a matter of time. You are mine.”

“I’ll
never
be yours,” she swore.

He smirked. “A challenge I accept.” Then he leaned closer. “You will accept me, Lea. Willingly. Sublimely. Fervently.” Each word was slow, whispered against her lips, and she trembled under the force of each. “That, I promise.”

“Never — oh,” she exclaimed when she felt a sharp prick in her neck. Blackness swirled around her. As her world faded, her last recurring thought was that she should have killed Roden Zyll when she’d had the chance.

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