Page 31 of Whispers of Torment

No immortal fainted. Fainting was a mortal frailty.

Talk faster, Will, so I can call Dante.

“Will, please. I’m begging you to stay with her. Make sure he’s not going to hurt her if he finds out about our Calling.”

“He’s not going to hurt her, Nate. He—” Will struggled as if he shouldn’t continue.

“What?” Nathan barked.

“He’s in her, too, Nate.” His words gushed out. “Not the same way, but when I looked deeply, he was there.”

Nathan ceased to breathe. He’s in her too, Nate. He’s in her too. Emotion rose up in him, hot and ugly. “Just keep her safe until I can reach her.” He ended the call.

With shaking fingers, he punched Dante’s number. The instant his friend answered, Nathan spilled the entire story, voice growing in volume until several people in the vicinity skittered away.

“Why is she fainting?” He pinched the bridge of his nose and struggled to hear any words except the ones Will had imparted about John LeClair’s mark on Lillian.

“I can’t say for certain, Nate, without seeing her,” Dante said. “The two immortals marking her soul must be causing a physiological uproar. But I don’t know. Find her, Nate, with all haste, and bring her to me. I need to see her.”

Yeah, so do I. He scrubbed a hand over his face. With half an ear, he caught the announcement for his plane to board.

Shouldering his bags and sprinting toward the gate, his mind whirred with the day’s revelations. His need to find her was never so great. As he edged down the airplane aisle to his seat, resolve filled him.

He was going to Call to her.

* * *

“Graceland Cemetery,” John told the taxi driver over Lillian’s head. She rested against his chest, drawing his familiar scent into her lungs. His hand traveled the length of her spine again and again, raising the flesh there. The electric shock simultaneously calmed her and stimulated her lust.

She placed her lips against his throat. His beard raked her face, and she pressed her cheek against his, wanting to feel it cut her. Her fingers worked over the front of his body—the lines of his immortal tattoos, sculpted chest, carved abs, to his waistband.

Having reached his limit of attentions he could receive in the back of a Chicago cab, John’s hand closed over hers, breathing hard. He turned his mouth into her ear. “Lily, you’re killing me. I want you desperately.”

“Please.” She had never begged before, not even the night in the car, and she knew it would be his undoing. His gaze held hers, black and fogged with passion. She saw his mouth move when he issued new directions to the driver, but didn’t hear the words.

In minutes they were in the hotel lobby. Lillian clung to him, pressing her breasts against his hard body. Uncaring of their surroundings, John swept an arm beneath her knees and tilted her weight against his chest. He shot past the elevators and took the stairs with gusto. He navigated the turns without a falter. And all the while, he never released her gaze.

Inside their room, he trapped her against the wall, kissing her until she gasped. In one swift motion he yanked her sweater over her head and spun her so her tattoo faced him. She quivered as he nuzzled the length of her spine and then back up.

“Lillian, what has gotten into you?” he murmured at the knob of her neck. “You’ve been merciless. Maybe we should go on vacation more often.”

She shook her head, panting. “I want to go home, John. After this, let’s go home.”

He unzipped her skirt and let it drop. His hands kneaded her hip bones in a way that drove her wild. When he turned her to face him, she ripped at the cotton of his shirt, exposing his chest, letting her palms glide into the opening and into the sleeves of his shirts. His tattoos shocked her, but it wasn’t enough. She dropped her mouth, tonguing the dark Celtic knots. The flavor of his passion rose through them.

He cupped her jaw and kissed her, tongue plunging into the soft opening of her mouth. When he pulled away, his eyes were wild. Holding her gaze, he walked her slowly to the bed.

“Lillian, your gaze is a storm. Let me calm you.” His words trickled into her, spreading warmth through her belly and down her thighs. She barely had time to register them, and he was with her, his hips sinking against hers, long, thick cock parting her pubic lips and filling her, mouth swallowing her sounds. Her knot of need tightened as he stroked her deepest core.

Lillian.

With a jerk at her soul like a great shepherd’s hook, Nathan Called to her.

She convulsed with the pain of it.

She bucked beneath John and he mistook it for passion. Two men mingled in her soul, and she felt sickened, tainted and anguished.

She slammed the door to Nathan, but not before he got a glimpse into her. John thrust once, twice, slamming into her pussy, and then he stiffened and poured his hot cum into her.

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