The Dark-Hunters (551 page)

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” He approached her like a feral beast stalking its prey. Slow. Sensual. Seductive. She was mesmerized by the beauty of his fluid movements that oozed an unnatural sexuality. Before she could move, he pulled her forcefully against him and kissed her lips.

Fire spread through her as she forgot all about being in the open with him. He hadn’t kissed her like this in a long time. The next thing she knew, they were in her bedroom on Olympus.

Strange, she didn’t remember bringing them here … But that thought was lost the instant he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. She loved whenever he carried her. It made her feel so feminine.

Acheron didn’t know where his sudden surge of desire came from. It was overwhelming and exhilarating. He couldn’t remember ever wanting to be with someone as much as he wanted Artemis just then. It was as if he had to have her right now.

As if something from deep within him was driving him to possess and dominate her.

Her fangs grew in as she made their clothes vanish. “You are so beautiful,” she said with the slightest of lisps. “I want you inside me while I feed.”

But he wasn’t in the mood for that. He pulled her up to meet his lips so that he could kiss her with the fury and strength that boiled deep inside him. It was as if there was no humanity left there. Growling low in his throat, he rolled her over onto her stomach, spread her thighs wide and entered her from behind.

Artemis gasped as unimaginable pleasure tore through her body. Acheron had never been so forceful with her before. But even so, he was gentle. The mixture of the two blinded her with ecstasy. His strokes were so deep and strong. Powerful. It felt as if he were touching a part of her immortal soul.

“Tell me who you hunger for, Artemis,” he growled in her ear.

She sucked her breath in sharply as he punctuated each word with a deep thrust. “You.”

“And who do you crave?”

“Only you.”

“Then say my name. I want you to use it while I’m inside of you. While I possess you.”

“Acheron,” she cried in pleasure.

He pulled out of her then and rolled her over to face him. His breathing ragged, he stared down at her with a desire so hot, it scalded her. There was nothing subservient about him now. He met her as an equal.

No, he was more than that.

His kiss burned her before he entered her again. Artemis arched her back, drawing him in even deeper.

He pulled back and cupped her face while he rode her deep and hard. His silver eyes flashed red. “Look at me while I’m inside you and say my name again.”

“Acheron.”

“And who commands you, Goddess? Who is the only man who makes you wet with desire?”

She cried out on the verge of an orgasm.

He froze as if he knew and the frustration of it was almost enough to make her slap him.

“Answer me, Artemis. If you want to come, tell me who you answer to.”

She lifted her body and wrapped her legs around his lean hips. “You, Acheron. Only you.”

He descended on her lips with another scorching kiss before he returned to thrusting against her. Unable to stand it, she brushed his hair back from his neck and sank her teeth in deep.

The moment she did he drove himself in all the way to his hilt as they both came. Artemis screamed out as she shook in unrivaled bliss.

Acheron felt paralyzed by the spasms in his body. It was so rare for him to actually come inside her that the novelty of it temporarily blinded him. She clamped her body around his before she rolled him over onto his back so that she could feed.

Fully sated, he lay there while she drank her fill of his blood. For once there was no weakness from it.

With a shocked expression on her beautiful face, Artemis pulled back to stare down at him. Her eyes were now silver, her lips coated in his blood. “What are you?”

Before he could answer, he felt that foreign coldness seeping through him with the shiver of electricity that heralded he was turning blue.

Gasping, Artemis shot to the foot of the bed where she crouched naked as if ready to attack him.

Acheron threw his head back as his powers surged out in a wave so powerful, it shattered the windows of her room.

“Get out!” she shrieked. But this time when she tried to flash him back to the human world, he refused to go.

He grabbed her and pulled her against him. True to his suspicions, he saw his blue marbled hand on her pale arm. “What’s the matter, Artie? Are you afraid of me now?”

Artemis gulped at the sight of her precious Acheron. Gone was the golden fair man whose every feature was perfect. What held her now was sinisterly beautiful. His skin swirled in a symphony of blue color. His hair was as black as his lips and nails.

And his eyes …

They flashed from silver to red and back again.

This was a god of destruction and she knew it. She could feel powers that made a mockery of even the ones Zeus possessed. Acheron could kill her …

“You tricked me!” she accused him.

“I’ve done nothing.” His skin flashed back to normal. “I offered my heart to you once, Artemis. You told me I wasn’t good enough for you. Am I now?”

No, this was even worse. To bring a more powerful god to Olympus …

They would kill her.

“What do you want?” she asked, terrified of his answer. Had he come to destroy all of them?

He reached a marbled blue hand up to cup her cheek. His eyes burned her with their tormented need. “I want you to love me.”

“I do love you.”

“You say that only because you’re afraid of me now. I can feel it.”

“No, Acheron. It’s the truth. I’ve loved you since the moment you first kissed me.”

His eyes turned vibrant, flaming red. “Then prove it.”

“How?”

“Walk with me through the palace at Didymos. By my side. As my equal.”

The very thought horrified her. “I can’t do that.”

“I’m a god. Why can’t you walk with a god?”

Artemis shook her head. It wasn’t that simple. “You were a whore.”

Acheron flinched as those words tore through him with the ferocity of stinging blades.

“I am a
virgin
goddess,” she said forcefully. “No one can ever know that I was seduced by a common prostitute. God or not, you cannot be claimed by me. Ever.”

He still wasn’t good enough. God or not, he was still nothing except unwanted garbage. An embarrassment. Not even his mother could claim him.

His heart shattered, he took a deep breath as he watched her cowering. In that moment, he hated himself for what he’d been and for what he was.

A bully.

He was no better than the ones who’d made him beg and crawl for kindness. The thought sickened him.

Coming off the bed, he pulled Artemis to her feet. She shivered as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Don’t ever cower before me, Artie. I gave you my word that I would never hurt you and I will always stand by it.” He cupped her cheek with his blue hand and laid a gentle kiss on the side of her head.

Artemis didn’t breathe until Acheron was gone. Naked and trembling, she stood in the darkness of her room, confused by everything that had happened.

Acheron was a god.

But of what pantheon? She could still taste the power of his blood. That power mixed with hers and gave her just a glimpse of his capabilities.

He was a destroyer. A god-killer. All of her pantheon lived in fear of the dark gods. The ones who could command the primal source of the universe. There weren’t many who possessed that ability and none of the Greek gods had it.

None.

But Acheron did …

“What have I done?”

Her foolish carelessness could very well cause the death of them all.

JUNE
25, 9527
BC
MIDNIGHT

Xiamara stood before an old, gnarled oak tree that grew out of a mountainside, toward the heavens. From the beginning of time, trees had always been associated with the gods. Their roots plunged deep into the heart of the earth, spreading toward its center while their branches soared toward the sky.

It was the life of the earth that they carried in their core and each tree held a piece of the universal spirit that bound all worlds and creatures together.

They were composed of three of the four basic elements. Air, water and earth. When they burned, it united all.

But the most important part of the tree was that, with it and human blood mixed with hers, she could summon one of the most powerful creatures in the universe.

Al Baraka.

Jaden.

No one knew where he came from or when he’d been created, spawned or birthed. If he were human, demon or other. But if a demon needed something, he was the one they bargained with.

Her heart racing, she poured the human blood that one of Apollymi’s human priestesses had donated into the roots of the tree. Then she sliced open her own hand and whispered the words to call the demon broker.

“I summon you forth with voice and blood. With weight of the moon and the strength of the sacred wood. Darkness come to me. So say the gods, so let it be…”

Lightning flashed as a heavy wind picked up. Xiamara tucked her wings down so that they weren’t damaged in the storm.

A swirling black mist rose up from the earth, thick and heavy as it rolled over the tree.

Jaden was ever one for theatrics.

Stepping back, she watched as the mist formed the body of a man. Slowly, it solidified into a pair of inhuman eyes. One was deep, dark brown and the other a vibrant green. From those eyes formed a face as handsome as any man could hope to be. Shoulder-length black hair settled around broad, muscular shoulders. Merciless power and intolerance bled from every fiber of his being.

He stood on a tall branch, looking down at her. His dark brown leather pants and long brown cloak blended in perfectly with the tree.

“Beautiful Charonte,” he said in her native tongue, his voice so deep it resonated through her bones. “Tell me why you’ve come on behalf of your mistress when you know I don’t barter for the gods?”

Xiamara let her wings flutter back and open in a sign of trust—even if she kept them clenched to her body, Jaden would still be able to rip them off if he so chose. “Because I love Apollymi and I’m here not as her representative, but to make a bargain with you for me.”

He arched a brow at her words. “How so?”

“I know you can’t take her life or bargain with her. So I come to you as an unbound demon … on my own and of my own free will to bargain with you for what she wants.”

He leaned against the tree with one knee cocked forward and folded his arms over his chest. “What do you offer me, demon?”

“My soul. My life. Whatever it takes for you to unite Apollymi with her son … at least so long as it’s not the life or freedom of one of my own children.”

His eyes narrowed as he considered her offer. “You’re bonded to Apollymi.”

Yes and no. “I’m bonded in friendship and in love, not by slavery. We have been together since childhood and it was before my kind were enslaved to hers.”

Jaden let out a long breath. “And what of your Simi? Do you not fear for her without her mother here to protect her?”

Xiamara blinked away her tears at the thought of her youngest growing up without her. “I know Apollymi will see that she has all the best in this world. I have raised two simis to adulthood. Apollymi only has one child. No mother should be without her simi—not even a goddess. I would give her the one thing she wants most.”

Jaden jumped down from the tree to land gracefully before her. He was so tall that she had to crane her neck slightly to look up at him. “Do you know how rare it is to be asked for so altruistic a bargain, especially in the name of friendship and not kinship?”

He trailed one icy cold finger down the side of her face. “Are you truly willing to die to give your friend five minutes with her son?”

“If that is what you ask, yes.”

He dropped his hand. His soulless eyes betrayed no emotion or any indication of his mood. “I’ll have to fully consider this. Give me until tomorrow night to decide. You’ll have my answer then.”

She sank to one knee before him. “Thank you, akri. Xiamara will await your decision.”

He faded into the wind.

Xiamara rose and returned to Apollymi to let her know that Jaden was contemplating the bargain. What she would never tell her were the exact terms they were negotiating.

*   *   *

Acheron tipped his goblet back, drained it, then cursed before he threw it against the wall. He’d drunk enough that he should be blind from intoxication. Yet he was stone sober. Not even his drugs would work on him.

His entire being had been altered.

Damn it all!

He felt the air stirring over his skin. Frowning, he watched as Artemis materialized in front of him.

Acheron lifted a brow in surprise. “I wasn’t expecting to see you … ever again.”

A small smile played at the edges of her lips as she looked at him shyly. “I know. I wanted to apologize for what I said to you earlier. I was wrong.”

Every sense in his body went on alert. “You’re apologizing to me?”

She nodded as she approached his bed, then climbed on it to rest beside him. “I’ve even brought you a peace offering.”

“A peace offering?”

She handed him a small covered bowl.

Scowling even more, he opened it to find a yellow sticky fruit substance. Never had he seen anything like it. “What’s this?”

“Ambrosia. Food of the gods.”

He lifted the bowl to smell it. It was sharp and tangy with something else that was invitingly delectable. “Why would you bring this to me?”

“You’re a god now. You should eat as we do.” Her expression tender, she stroked his thigh and looked up at him from underneath her lashes. “Even I eat it—it’s delicious.”

Compelled by something he couldn’t explain or deny, he picked a portion of it up and sampled it. It was much sweeter than it had smelled. Artemis was right. He’d never tasted anything better.

At least that was his thought until the room started to spin. His eyelids were suddenly heavy and his muscles weak, his breathing labored. In an instant he recognized the biological effects. Rage set fire to his blood as all the years of being drugged against his will rushed to the forefront of his mind.