Dreams of a Dark Warrior (22 page)

Somehow she’d made him experience that scene.
A day of firsts,
she’d told him. Her first time to suck off a man. And he’d imagined it, as if on cue, his mind supplying details to build on her story. Just as she’d intended.

Declan had even dreamed of pleasuring her—a detrus—with his mouth. Which just made him even

more suspicious. Because his own predilections didn’t match his dream.

Unlike Aidan, Declan had never gone down on a woman, had never had that kind of time to spare

during sex. Not before he would grow sick.

In truth, he’d never much seen to a woman’s pleasure at al . And though he was certain he’d
received

oral sex in the hazy days before his body had been maimed, he couldn’t quite recal it.

This isn’t me. I don’t want her for these things …

Perhaps the Valkyrie had some power he wasn’t aware of. Maybe a dreamcasting ability, like the

dream demons possessed. Which meant an element of mind control.

He was a man who needed constant control over every aspect of his life, a man who worshipped

strength and wil .
The last time I had them taken from me …

The Valkyrie would pay for toying with him.

He pushed himself until his lungs were heaving and his muscles quaked. Mud splashed up, al over his

shuddering body, and stil he ran.

Running as if something pursued him.

EIGHTEEN

C
hase is having the dreams.

As soon as Vincente escorted her into the magister’s office the next night, Regin knew. Chase had

begun reliving Aiden’s time with her, remembering them sexual y.

His eyes were on her like a hawk’s, his gaze possessive and
familiar
. He was looking at her like a man who’d seen her naked—and liked the view.

The dreams marked the beginning of the end for each of Aidan’s reincarnations. Normal y this stage

would send her into hysterics.

But now it meant progress. Right?
Press on, Regin.

“Leave us,” Chase told the guard, never glancing away from her.

Vincente turned without a word, his face expression-less as usual.

When they were alone, Regin said, “Vincente doesn’t think it’s weird for me to be coming here?”

“It’s not his job to think. He’s only supposed to fol ow my orders.”

Chase’s voice was natural y raspy, but tonight it was even huskier, making her ears twitch in reaction.

“So, I was about to lodge a formal complaint about Fegley,” she said. “But this doesn’t seem to be a

customer-service-oriented establishment.” Again, she hopped up on his desk, onto his perfectly stacked

papers. His brows drew together, but he didn’t bother ordering her away.

“Any minute now, I expect that little tool to say, ‘It rubs the lotion on its skin.’ He’s gonna meet a bad end.”

“You’re psychic now? Or making futile plans?”

“I’m just old.” She sighed. “You see guys like him over and over, and you get to be a crack at predicting

it. And speaking of ridiculously ineffectual workers … Dixon keeps staring at me with those buggy

Where’s Waldo? glasses. It’s almost as if she’s fantasizing about playing with my insides. Oh, wait. She

is
.” Regin tilted her head. “I’l bet she fantasizes about you even more.”

“Jealous?”

She rol ed her eyes at him. “Of
course
I’m jealous.”

“I’m surprised you’d admit it.”

“You were
mine
first. My dibs are ten centuries old.”

“What Dixon and I do is none of your concern.”

“Wel , if she’s your type, then whatever. I just thought a man like you would crave a real woman.

Someone who’s strong enough to handle your power and sensual enough to slake you.” Regin moved to

the center of his desk, sitting atop another stack of papers. This time he didn’t seem to notice at al .

“At least she
is
a woman. And not a Valkyrie.”

“Baby, I’m
all
woman.” She spread her legs suggestively, so he was sitting between them. “Uncuff me and let me show you what you’ve been missing al your life.”

***

Declan believed she’d do it. He could lay her back on that desk, strip off her clothes, and enter her right

now.

The most beautiful woman he’d ever encountered.

And for a moment, everything within him was in perfect accord with the idea.

Al day his thoughts had returned to that dream of her and the berserker. He’d grown hard at intervals,

wondering how much longer he could go without relieving the pressure that continued to build.

His concentration had been wrecked, his workload escalating. Running an instal ation of this size was a

job for five men—and he delegated little—but he’d never minded, preferring to stay slammed with work.

Now it felt like the reins were slipping from his grasp. Professional y, personal y.
Sexually?

“Come on, Chase,” she murmured, “I can
feel
your tension—you’re like a powder keg about to blow.”

They will separate you from your purpose …
“I’d never lower myself to bed one of your kind.”

She shrugged, but he thought he caught a flash of hurt in her eyes. “Might not be me. But it’s not Dixon,

either.”

“So certain?”

“I
know
you, remember?”

“Prove it, then.”

“I know you’re in constant turmoil. Your past lives competing with your present.” She lowered her voice.

“You once told me that it feels like a beast is inside you, frenzied to get out. From the look on your face, you stil feel that way.”

How the hel could she know that?

Years ago, when Declan had final y confessed to Webb about that constant sense of urgency clawing

at him, Webb had nodded knowingly. “It’s a
calling,
son. That’s what you feel, have always felt.” Declan was to channel that into his vocation—destroying the deathless ones.

So why did the strain fade whenever he was with Regin?

“You dreamed about me last night, didn’t you?” she asked. “You always used to in the past, told me you

did right up to the point when you remembered al .”

Immediately on edge, he demanded, “How did you make me experience that dream? Was it

dreamcasting?”

“I don’t have that ability.”

“Bul shite!” His accent slipped yet again.

“Chase, even if I could dreamcast, how could I do it … when I’m wearing a torque?”

He swal owed.
No, no, anything’s possible in the Lore.
Another being could have affected him, or Regin could even have done this to him before he’d captured her.

“Face it. You are a berserker, and you are a reincarnate.”

If I’m one of them, the Order will kill me.
His eyes darted.
No, she’s got me spooked. This isn’t real.

When he gave a hard shake of his head, she said, “Then how do
you
explain your strength and

speed? Unless you take top-secret military speed or hyper-steroids to hulk out?”

“I do nothing to make myself stronger.” Just the opposite.

“Then what?”

Blood that wasn’t my own.
“Maybe I was nicked in a battle with one of your kind and was exposed to tainted immortal blood. Perhaps I’ve picked up traits of the creatures I hunt.”

“That’s not how it works. You can’t just
pick up traits
. At least, not permanently. Not unless you die with one’s blood in your veins and get transformed into an immortal.”

Maybe he
wasn’t
turning into a Neoptera?

She grinned at him as she asked, “You haven’t died yet, have you?”

I … don’t know
. Those beings could have done any manner of things to him over those days and

nights.

His heart sped up as he tried to pierce that haze.
Damn them all to hell, a man should know if he’s

died or not.

As if she’d read his mind, she said, “If you hate us this badly, then you or someone you love was hurt

by immortals. Considering your scars …” She pointed to the ones on his face, the ones that were

relatively invisible compared to the rest covering his body.

“So you have me al figured out.”

“You’re not denying it, then. I’m guessing your parents were kil ed?”

Killed
was too mild a word for what the Neoptera had done to them. Those creatures had voracious

mouths that opened vertical y, their lips razor-sharp for cutting flesh. Their tongues were prehensile,

stretching inches long.

Declan had felt them probe beneath his skin. Now he barely stifled a shudder.

“Chase?”

“You didn’t guess a wife and children,” he said absently. “Though most would, considering my age.”

“No, you’ve never been married.”

“And how could you know that?”

“In al your lifetimes, you’ve never even had a relationship with another. I’l bet you’ve never slept with the same woman twice.”

Dead on. “Why would you say that?”

“You hate it with others. You feel sick afterward.” In a softer tone, she said, “Because you’re missing

what we had and want to stay true.”

He clenched his jaw, recal ing al the times he’d barely kept from vomiting, remembering with humiliation

the times he hadn’t. …

“Aidan—”

His gloved hand shot up. In an instant he had her hair wrapped around his fist, yanking her head down.

“Do not cal me by that name again, Valkyrie. This wil be your last warning.”

“Okay, fine,” she said mildly, but her eyes had flashed.

Silvery eyes gazing up at me, with her hair coiled around my fist as I guide her down …

He released her with disgust.

She was undaunted. “Let’s talk in your room. Take me there.”

“Why would I possibly do that?”

“Because that’s where your bed is, and that’s where I belong.”

He imagined her in his bed as she’d been in that dream, spread out like an offering, her bared skin

alight. Her thighs would be parted with blatant need, those golden curls slick with it. …

Duty, purpose,
he repeated urgently.

“Come on, Chase.”

“Tel me, if I take you to my room and put you in my bed, what do you think would happen?”

“I can draw you a diagram. Hint: I’m slot B, and you’re tab A.”

“I meant the ultimate outcome. Do you think I’l free you if you please me enough? You’re not the first

detrus who’s tried to whore for her freedom.”

“Whore for my freedom?” She laughed again. “What if I just wanted to whore for whoring’s sake?

Maybe I miss sex with you. Maybe I crave it.”

“Wouldn’t be surprising. Most immortal females behave like they’re in heat.”

Her brows rose. “
You
are the one who taught me about pleasure.”

Memories from that dream continued to arise unbidden.
—Press your lips here, Reginleit.—

“And now in another lifetime, you ridicule me for missing it? Come on, Chase. Take me to where you

live. Scared I’l find some footy pajamas? A Fleshlight? I want a bath almost as much as you need to

watch me take one. I get so much more talkative when I’m clean. Loreans are real y fastidious, you

know.”

“I do know that. The sole aspect of your kind that’s positive.” He leaned back in his chair. “This subject ends now.”

She sighed. “Stubborn. Just like a man I knew whose name starts with A.”

“I’m not this Aidan you revere. I’m nothing like him.”

“You’re so similar it’s uncanny. You’re both warriors, the strongest and best at what you do. That’s

been the same with each of the reincarnations.”

Curiosity got the best of him, and he asked, “What were the others?”

“You’ve been a knight, a privateer, and a cavalry officer. Warriors al . Yet each embodiment

emphasizes specific facets of Aidan’s personality. The first was Treves, a medieval French knight,

notorious across Europe. He represented Aidan’s ruthlessness and power.”

“How did you meet him?”

“Fate. We were both in France one winter for a castle siege.”

“Shouldn’t you have been in Valhal a?”

Sadness flashed in her expression. “I never get to go back to Valhal a. Once you leave, you’re

forbidden to return.” Before he could ask her about that, she continued, “Lucia—she’s my favorite sister

—and I were defending the old Earl of Lanbert’s castle.”

“Why?”

“Lanbert’s forefathers hailed from the North, and his line stil worshipped the Valkyrie. Lucia and I

decided to reward their prayers and offerings—by pledging swords and bow to the defense of their home.

Plus, we were bored out of our gourds.”

“Was Treves another al y?”

“Not at al . You see, we were defending the castle against
you
.”