The Stone Prince i-1

by Gena Showalter

  “Help me, Druinn,” he muttered. “Help me. Please.”

  A door slammed shut. Footsteps.

  A woman gasped. “What happened?” Frances. He knew ’twas her.

  He did not expend any energy speaking to her or even facing her. He simply kept his eyes closed and concentrated on Katie, on his magic. Soon his hands began to burn, and he felt another power, someone else’s power, mingle with his own. Whose? He didn’t know. Didn’t care. Consumed by his desperation, he ran each of his palms down Katie’s body, from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet.

  Mayhap ’twas his desperation. Mayhap ’twas his love for Katie. Or mayhap ’twas whoever helped him. Whatever the reason, he knew beyond a certainty that he was at last wielding his mystical abilities to their full potential.

  Very distantly, as if she stood in a tunnel, he heard Frances demand, “What are you doing?”

  Still, he ignored her.

  “Your hands are glowing.” Her tone was shrill. “Now Katie is glowing.”

  With that, he heard a loud thump, like that of a body hitting the floor. A sound he now knew all too well.

  His power was waning, his strength weakening. He collapsed at the waist and remained hunched over, barely able to breathe. Had he saved her? He had used his magic like a true sorcerer, but had it been enough? With much effort, he opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was that Katie lay completely still, oblivious to the world around her. Next he saw that Frances had indeed fainted. Her body was sprawled on the floor.

  One heartbeat passed. Then another. Katie moaned. Her eyelids fluttered open. “Jorlan?” she asked weakly.

  She was alive. She was well. So glad was he to hear her voice he used what little energy he had left to answer. “Aye, katya.”

  “You look terrible. All splotchy.”

  He gave a weak chuckle. He’d almost lost her. Lost her! That she was whole and awake did little to improve his horror and fear, emotions that had nothing to do with his curse. Had he the strength, he would have howled. He wasn’t sure when the curse had ceased to matter, when Katie had become all-important to him; he only knew that his life, his very freedom, meant nothing without her. A wave of dizziness assaulted him and he closed his eyes.

  “Are you okay?” she asked. “Do you need a doctor?”

  “I am fine.” But he wasn’t. His body felt weak and irreparable, as if he would never again regain his strength.

  Gingerly she sat up. “Ouch. That hurts a little.”

  “What?” he asked, immediately distressed.

  “If you must know, my butt.”

  The only area he had not touched, he thought wryly. “I will massage away the soreness when I have regained my energy.”

  “What happened to you?” Concern dripped from her voice, and she glanced to her right. “What happened to Frances?”

  “Fainted.”

  “And you?”

  He managed a shrug.

  As if sensing their scrutiny, Frances moaned and shifted, slowly coming to consciousness. “Wh-what happened?” In the next instant, remembrance flooded her features. She jerked upright, starring with morbid fascination at Jorlan, and then Katie, and then Jorlan again. “He, he—” Her gaze continued to flicker between them both as she pushed with her heels and scooted backward, widening the distance between them. She looked so frightened, so shocked, and she began babbling about lights.

  Jorlan had lost the ability to speak. He couldn’t reassure or comfort her. She would not have believed him anyway.

  “Frances?” Katie said, her own confusion evident. “What’s going on?” Slowly, grimacing all the while, she eased to her feet. Bloodstained wood chips were scattered about her. Frowning, she took a step toward the waitress. With a shriek, Frances bolted out the door. Seconds later the sound of crunching gravel erupted as a car sped away.

  Kate threw Jorlan a glance over her shoulder. “Jorlan, this is beginning to scare me. Tell me what’s going on.”

  He managed another shrug. Darkness was threatening to overtake him. He needed to stay awake, however, to assure Katie’s full recovery. He could not allow her to sink into a decline. But he could not fight the lethargy, either. He was too weak and only growing weaker…weaker.

  Darkness finally conquered him.

  BREATHING DEEPLY of the stale, unscented air, Percen hobbled across Heather’s bedchamber carpet, his body so tense his left leg dragged painfully behind him. Here, with Heather, was the only place he’d ever found a shred of inner peace. He needed that peace now, yet it remained hopelessly out of his grasp.

  “What’s going on?” Heather asked. A thin, ragged blanket was draped around her shoulders. She sat at the edge of her bed.

  He longed to sink to his knees, burrow his head into the hollow of her stomach and tell her all of his troubles. She’d listen. She’d understand, but then she would talk again of forgetting the past, of forgiving. So he remained standing, unwilling to lose himself in her just yet.

  “Percen,” she said, opening her arms to him.

  Her allure proved too heady. He went to her and dropped to his knees. He cupped her face in his hands. “When this is over, angel, tell me you want to begin a new life with me.”

  “I do.” Her sensual lips curled in a bright smile. “I really, really do.”

  Those words sparked something to life inside of him, something he couldn’t yet name. “I need only a few more days, then I give you my blood oath we will be together.”

  The sparkle in her eyes dimmed. “Why can’t you just forget about Jorlan? Please, Percen. Forget about him and think of me. Of us.”

  “Don’t you see?” With everything inside him, he beseeched her to understand. “If I leave him now, I will never be able to give myself wholly to you. Part of me will always belong to Jorlan.”

  “But what if you fail?” she whispered, her expression a mixture of pain and longing.

  His teeth clenched so tightly he feared his jaw would snap. “I will not fail again. Katie might have escaped, but she will not next time.”

  Heather drew in a sharp breath. Her fingers clutched the fabric of her blanket until her knuckles looked pale and brittle. “You tried to kill Katie? Why? You said nothing about hurting her.”

  “Both she and Jorlan must suffer. ’Tis the only way.”

  “No, that’s not true.”

  Watching her, Percen stopped mid-step. “Why these hysterics? You hate her as much as I do.”

  “I never wanted to see her harmed. She’s been good to me and my mom.”

  “Good or no, she is Jorlan’s lover and that makes her my enemy. Yours, as well.”

  Slight tremors shimmed down Heather’s small frame. From cold? Or disappointment? Was he losing her already?

  “You were right when you said I don’t know who you are,” she told him softly. “I don’t. I don’t know how you can make me feel so warm inside, yet speak so cruelly of murder.” She gazed at him through wet lashes. “How are you so cruel?”

  “How am I so cruel?” Scowling, he clenched his fists. “I am so cruel because there is nothing inside me except hate. Nothing.”

  “That’s a lie, Percen.” She looked past him, past the window. “You have given me back my dreams. Leave with me now, and I will do everything in my power to give you back yours.”

  Percen wanted so desperately to believe her, to believe that they could live happily ever after and forget the past. Yet how could he ever truly pry the sharp talonlike fingers of the past from his heart if he did not first destroy the hand that bound him?

  In the next instant, Heather’s mother shoved open the door and flew inside. “Heather,” she panted, “you won’t believe—” Her gaze fastened on Percen, who promptly disappeared, and she dropped in a dead faint to the floor.

  Heather leapt down and gathered her mother into her arms. She cooed soft words of concern, Percen all but forgotten.

  He materialized just in front of them. “I will not kill Katie, if you do not wish
me to.”

  Heather’s head jerked up. She watched him, silently. Hopefully.

  “But I must use her if I am to destroy Jorlan.”

  “Percen!”

  With a wave of his hand, he disappeared once more. Long did the memory of her stricken expression, like a woman betrayed, linger in his mind.

  JORLAN SLEPT FOR TWO DAYS. In fact, since he’d fainted, he had not stirred. He hadn’t even moaned, hadn’t uttered a sound. Such stillness frightened Katie all the way to her bones.

  Even now she regarded his sleeping form. She’d managed to work streams of water down his throat. Had cleaned him and somehow managed to change his clothes, but she hadn’t been able to move him. He was still lying on the hardwood floor of the Victorian. Damn it! She needed some sort of affirmation that he was alive and well. So many times, she’d almost picked up the phone and dialed 911. But what would the paramedics say to her? Your alien is ailing? No telling how Jorlan was fashioned inside. His heart might very well rest in his ass. Who knew?

  Maybe she should call her brother, Brian. He’d fly in and examine Jorlan; he’d also demand answers she couldn’t give him. Katie rubbed her temples. One more day. She’d give Jorlan one more day before calling in reinforcements.

  As it did every time she was around him, her gaze sought Jorlan. Now more than ever he looked every inch a hard, wary man. His body was laced with scars, evidence of the difficult life he’d led. Yet, at times, he was so tender and gentle with her. She toyed with a lock of his hair, running the midnight strands between her fingers.

  The clamor of her heart echoed in the quiet of the room.

  She wasn’t exactly sure what had happened. She recalled falling through the wood, then waking up with Jorlan cradling her head in his lap, his eyes darkened with fear.

  Katie knew she’d fallen. The gaping hole in the living-room ceiling was proof enough of that. But she must have sustained more damage…the bloody wood! Lord, she’d been stabbed by sharp pieces of wood; they’d pierced her flesh, sharp and biting. A fall like that, combined with the bladelike timber, should have crippled her—if not killed her outright. Yet she possessed not a single bruise or cut. Her rear end was still a bit sore, but that was the extent of the damage.

  Jorlan had used his magic to heal her.

  That was why Frances had run away as if the IRS was after her.

  Everything made sense. Everything except Jorlan’s continued slumber.

  Another hour passed, yet his condition remained the same. Katie glided her fingertips over his cheekbones, along his jaw. A soft, almost undetectable moan slipped past his lips.

  Hope burst inside of her.

  Determined to wake him by any means necessary, she strode to the kitchen, snatched a cup and filled it with water at the sink. Seconds later, she stood over him, about to toss the entire contents in his face.

  He woke up on his own.

  “Katie,” he said, slowly smiling as if he hadn’t scared ten years off her life.

  “Oh my God.” Her knees went weak. She almost collapsed. “Welcome back, Jorlan. Welcome back.” She stood just where she was, simply watching him, drinking in the sight of his masculine beauty. With each second that passed, he looked stronger, healthier. All the color was quickly returning to his cheeks.

  They simply watched each other.

  Finally, she said, “Don’t ever do that again. You nearly scared me to death,” nearly choking with the force of her relief.

  “Then I must make amends.” Never taking his eyes from her, he stretched out his arms. “Come to me.”

  She didn’t even hesitate. He was alive, and that was all that mattered. Dropping her cup, she threw herself into his embrace. “Don’t ever, ever go to sleep again.”

  Unnoticed, water pooled around them.

  “I will not, if you will not ever fall again.”

  “Deal.” Then, “God, I need you.” She breathed the words into his neck. “Do you have the strength?” She needed to reaffirm that they both lived, that they were together.

  “Aye. Tell me what you need. Tell me and it is yours.”

  She captured his face in her hands. “I want you inside me, a part of me all day. I want to fall asleep with you deep within me and wake up with the taste of you in my mouth.”

  “Then take me,” he rasped.

  Katie did just that. She removed her clothing, then his, until they were both gloriously naked. Inch by inch she moved down the length of him, stopping at the object of her fascination. “Jorlan?”

  “Hmm?” His breath emerged unsteadily.

  “I meant what I said. I plan to taste you.”

  He gave a little chuckle. “I will stop you not, katya.”

  She took him in her mouth, took the bulbous head all the way to the back of her throat. Up and down, she stroked the length of him, savoring the thickness, the heat. He tasted of male and warmth, and Katie couldn’t get enough. She didn’t know the way of it at first, but she soon caught on.

  “Katie,” he called hoarsely. “Katie.”

  When he could take no more of her sweet torment, he grabbed her by the shoulders and wrenched her up. He kissed her then, and oh, sweet God above, then he entered her in one long, swift thrust.

  Breathless, Katie closed her eyes. Because she was on top, she controlled the depth of his penetration and she arched her back, sending him deeper inside. Softness met hardness in one glorious burst of sensation. At first, she rode him slowly, deliciously, and not quite taking the full length of him.

  “Take me deeper,” he commanded. Sweat beaded his brow.

  “No, I want—” Oh, right there, she thought, finding a place that made her shake with an intense torrent of pleasure. She wanted to prolong this moment, make it last forever. So she continued to take only part of him, riding the waves of sensation.

  Jorlan took her by the hips, urging her on. “Faster. Please, katya. Please. Deeper.” He made a low sound in the back of his throat. She’d never heard a sound so full of need and promise and desperation, and she realized she wanted to fill her ears with that sound all night long. “Aye, just like that. By Elliea, you are mine. My woman.”

  She bent down and sucked his nipples. She soon heard that moan again.

  “Say it,” he commanded. “Say the words.”

  Through heavy-lidded eyes, she watched him; her body continued to arch against his. The only sounds she made were gasps of pleasure. In the next instant, he rolled her over, pinning her against the cold hardness of the wood. She gave a light intake of breath, an exclamation of wonder really, that somehow they managed to stay connected. But now, he was no longer moving. He remained still, gazing down at her, his expression hard and unflinching.

  “What are you doing?” She tried to move, to finish what they had begun, but he kept her immobile.

  “I want to hear you say the words that bind you to me. You are mine. No exceptions. Say it.”

  No exceptions? If she were one hundred percent sure of his feelings for her, she’d tell him anything and everything he wanted to hear. But trust didn’t come easy for her. She was a creature who demanded proof in all things. So far, he’d only managed to prove he needed her, not that he loved her. “I can’t say what you want to hear.”

  “You can.”

  “No!”

  “You will say the words, Katie, and thus you will cease acting as if you will not be my life-mate. Think you I would let another have you? We belong together. I almost lost you, and I never wish to experience such a fright again.”

  We belong together. Oh how she wanted to believe him, wanted to give him everything he desired. A part of her still held back, unsure. “I’m sorry,” she found herself saying. “My answer is no.”

  “Curse it!” He pumped into her once, twice, harder each time. “Say you are mine.”

  “I won’t commit myself to you like that.” She arched her back, taking all of him that he would give. A gasp pushed past her lips. Oh, he felt so good. “I won’t,” she said aga
in, more for her benefit than for his.

  He slipped his hand between their bodies and pressed against the core of her desire. She groaned in pleasure, in exquisite pain. “So you are refusing me yet again?”

  No, I just want to survive emotionally. “Yes.”

  “Then perhaps, my little witch, I will have to convince you otherwise.” His voice was a husky ripple purring against her skin. The wicked gleam in his eyes did not bode well for her sanity.

  “What—what do you mean to do?” she asked.

  He flexed and surged inside her at the same moment his fingers circled her.

  “Oh, Jorlan.” Her breath grew ragged as he moved within her again, and again, harder and harder. So hard, in fact, she leaned up and bit his collarbone.

  His ragged moan echoed in her ears. “Again. Bite me again.”

  She did.

  He roared his approval, gave her more of his cock. Her head thrashed from side to side with the intensity of her pleasure. “That’s right, Katie. Your body needs mine. Can you feel yourself tighten around me? Can you feel how your body cries out for me?”

  “Yes.” She gasped. “Oh, yes.”

  “Say the words. You know what your body is telling you, now listen to your heart.”

  “No.”

  “I accept not your answer, katya. You belong to me. Soon you will realize just how much.” God help her, he was a man of his word.

  JORLAN STOOD OUTSIDE under the darkening sky. A storm was brewing, the scent of coming rain thick in the air. The garden where he had spent so many spans loomed in front of him, but he did not enter. ’Twas a place he would as soon forget. A phantom breeze swirled around him, there one second, gone the next. He could not sleep. He could feel the magic inside him, growing and deepening, churning for release, as if he’d at last unlocked the door to his true abilities.

  He possessed the power to open a vortex. He knew that as surely as he knew he loved Katie. At last, he could go home. And yet… Katie was sleeping soundly on the pallet they had made on the floor. He could not leave her here alone. He would not take her away from all she knew.

  Neither of which had anything to do with at last breaking the curse, but everything to do with the woman herself. Aye, the curse was readying itself, preparing to strike. For some reason, he was no longer panicked by that thought. Nay, he was more concerned with Katie. If he was to become stone again, he wanted her to be protected by his name and his powers. The only way to do that was to at last make her his woman.