Atlantis Series Complete Collection

by Gena Showalter

  “You knew the child was a girl?”

  He nodded. “We were going to name her Bianca.”

  “I’m so sorry, Layel. Truly, I am. I ache for you, and would return all that you’ve lost if I could.”

  Oh, no. There would be none of that. “As I told you, it is you I desire, Delilah. No one else. Not even Susan. Now, tell me of your dragon,” he said, before she could protest his words.

  “Vorik?”

  Vorik. He played the name through his mind before nodding. “I know of him. Strong, fierce. A charmer, or so I heard.”

  “Oh, yes. A first-rate charmer. But then, I was ripe for the plucking. I’d always longed for the kind of I’ll-die-for-you love all other creatures but Amazons embrace. When he expressed desire for me, I thought I could make him love me that way. But I was wrong. He left without saying goodbye the moment the mating was over.”

  “Shall I kill him for you?”

  “No,” she said with a chuckle. “I punished him already. A few weeks later, my army marched through dragon land in one of our bids to prove how strong we are, and I ensured all the females in his village knew of his…shortcomings.”

  Layel barked out a laugh. “That’s my Amazon.”

  Her smile was warm, lighting him up inside. That smile quickly faded, however. “I’m glad that we’re both able to talk about the past like this. Do you think… What if—would you like another child, Layel?”

  He cupped her cheek, his eyes suddenly burning with tears, a hard lump in his throat. “With you, I would like as many as we can make.”

  “Me, as well.” She turned in his arms, placing her lips just above his. “I want you, Layel, I want you so badly. Now, forever.”

  They were words he had never thought to hear again. His joy intensified, blending with his arousal. “We don’t have a lot of time, sweet. There’s much to do. And we can’t risk Broderick or Tagart beating us to the monster.” Whatever the monster was—beast, a riddle to be figured out or something else entirely.

  “It’s dark. They won’t risk fighting the unknown in the dark. And I need you. Please. Don’t make me beg. Don’t make me—”

  He tried to be gentle as he swooped down and claimed her lips, he really did, but his need was too fiery. He’d nearly lost her, would probably lose her again when her emotions drifted away with the daylight.

  As he tongued her, he ripped the leather top from her and tossed it aside. Her tiny skirt was given the same treatment, leaving her bare. His gaze cut through the dark and drank in the tattoos he so adored. I’ve licked them. Will again.

  “Layel!”

  He snapped out of the momentary lust-daze and attacked her breasts, flicking his tongue over the hardened pink berries he found there. Her hips writhed; she moaned.

  “I’m burning up for you,” she gasped out.

  “You and no other.”

  “You and no other,” she agreed. “I love you.”

  “My sweet Delilah.” So beautiful, those words. They would define the rest of his life, for they changed him, turned him from beast to man.

  He laved her face with nips and kisses, then licked away any sting he might have delivered. All the while his fingers explored her body until finally sinking deep into her wet core.

  She cried out.

  “Love you,” he said, working a third finger into her.

  That was all her desire needed. Her inner walls clenched around him, drawing him deeper. Moisture flooded his hand, hot, slick as he pumped, taking her higher. So high. “That’s it. Give me everything.”

  Her hands clutched at his back, squeezed the muscles so tightly he would carry the bruises for weeks. “More,” she said on a broken breath. “Do that again.”

  “My pleasure, though I plan to use something else on you.”

  He kissed her then, and her eyelids popped open. Their gazes met in a tangled web of desire. She must have seen his desperation because she pushed him to his back, worked his pants off and straddled him.

  Her blue hair fell around them like a curtain as she positioned herself at the tip of his mighty erection. Shaking, he reached up and cupped her cheeks, fingers gliding easily over her sweat-soaked skin.

  “You arms are cut,” she said. Arousal morphed into concern, and she traced a fingertip over his brow.

  “They’ll heal.”

  She wrapped her fingers around each of his wrists and brought his arms to her mouth, one at a time, kissing his injuries. “I don’t know why I’m feeling again, but I’m glad that I am.”

  “As am I.” The gesture warmed him, body and soul. “As am I.”

  Her face was soft, glowing with love. She sank an inch…then another… “You really love me?”

  “That feels good! More than I could even say. You are my strength. You are my joy. My peace.”

  She nibbled on her bottom lip. “I like the contradictions of you, you know? You are light and dark, brute warrior and gentle protector.”

  He squeezed her hips, grinding his erection another blissful inch.

  “I was drawn to you from the first,” she said, head falling back. “Have thought of nothing and no one since.”

  “I fought my desire for you with all my might, but in the end there was no denying it. You are the woman for me. You are my woman. Take me all the way inside, Delilah.”

  “Let’s take each other.”

  “Always.” He rolled her over, spread her legs as far as they would go and pounded all the way home. They cried out in unison. He fit her perfectly, sublimely, for she was the piece of him that had been missing all these many years.

  “Bite me,” she commanded him.

  “Not yet. Need you strong.” She was going to win this challenge and he was going to help her, just as he’d promised.

  “Please.”

  “Delilah,” he said, glancing at her neck. Her pulse hammered wildly, and his mouth watered.

  “Layel,” she moaned. “Please.”

  “Not yet.” He would take too much. In and out he continued to pound. He hooked his elbows under her knees to spread her even wider. Her head arched back, gifting him with a better view of her neck.

  Her nipples rubbed his chest, and he released one of her legs to roll a sweet berry between his fingers. “Yes!”

  She was meeting his thrusts with her hips, driving him deeper. Deeper. So good. He kissed her mouth, plunging his tongue just as deep. Her inner walls squeezed him, his testicles slapped at her, and then he was coming too, pouring into her. Shuddering.

  She groaned, massaging his neck, and he realized his teeth were in her, drinking the sweetness. Rather than draining her, he gulped back a mouthful and gently pulled from her. Even while enthralled, he couldn’t hurt her.

  When the aftereffects eased, he fell beside her. She kept her arms around him and rolled onto his chest. Both of them were panting and sweating, and never had he felt more content.

  “Will you be my mate?” he asked her, his joy sobering in the face of what was to come. The return of her coldness, her lack of emotion. He needed to lay what groundwork he could to guarantee they remained together when this was over. “I vow to love you, now and forever, see to your comfort, now and forever, and protect you with my own life. Now and forever.”

  She raised her head, eyes sultry, and peered down at him. A slow smile lifted her lips. “Yes. Yes. All that I am, all that I have, is yours. I will love you, comfort you and protect you. Now and forever.”

  “Swear to me you will not forget that we are mated. That no matter what you feel inside, you will not forget this moment, this promise.” He cupped her cheek and stared up into her eyes. “Don’t ask me why, just swear it.”

  Her smile faded, but she nodded. “I swear it. I will not forget.”

  He squeezed her tightly. And when she rested her head in the crook of his neck, he sighed, praying the night never ended.

  “I can’t believe we are together at last.”

  He could. He only hoped it lasted.

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sp; CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  ONLY A FEW hours of darkness remained, Delilah thought, more sated than she had ever been in her life. She and Layel had made love several more times in several different positions. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her, his need almost…desperate.

  He’d made her promise all kinds of things. To always love him. To always forgive him. To kiss him every morning for the rest of her life. To be the one to win the challenge, no matter what she saw or heard, no matter what happened. She had been more than happy to agree to everything but the last—which had only made him work harder to convince her of the rightness of her taking victory for herself. Finally, she’d given in and promised. She would win, and she would demand Layel’s life as her prize. But she didn’t want Tagart or Broderick to die, either. Was there a way to save everyone?

  Miracles were indeed possible, she now realized. He loves me, she thought with a shocked grin. They should be up, finishing the challenge, but she cherished this time with him and couldn’t stand the thought of it ending. He had said goodbye to his old love; they were going to be together. She didn’t know how they would leave the island together—the prize perhaps. But never again would she push him away.

  “I could happily lie here forever, sweetheart, but time is running out for us to find the answer to the gods’ riddle,” Layel said as he rubbed a hand down her spine. Confusion, determination and dread layered the announcement.

  She shivered and propped her head on her hand, looking down at him. Just catching a glimpse of his eerie beauty caused her chest to constrict. He’s my man. What an exhilarating concept. “What makes you think it’s a riddle? We were told there was something up here that even a brave man would run from. And we have heard the creature’s cry, so we know they weren’t lying.”

  As if it had heard their conversation and wanted to re-affirm its presence, the unnamed creature howled, the unholy sound rending the air. Judging by the volume, the beast wasn’t close to them, but it was closer than it had been a few hours ago.

  “The goddess Hestia called this challenge a riddle.”

  “No, she didn’t. I would remember.”

  His glowing blue eyes focused on her, and never had they appeared so grave. Secrets churned in their depths. “Trust me on this.”

  “All right. I do.” She trusted him with her heart, so there was no reason to doubt him in this.

  He leaned up and kissed her, and just like that she felt him grow hard against her thigh. Reaching down, she curled her fingers around his length and squeezed. His eyelids closed in ecstasy as he hissed in a breath.

  “Are you always this insatiable?” she asked with a laugh.

  “I could ask the same of you, sweet. But to answer your question, yes, but only with you.”

  No wonder she loved him. “I’m glad, because I would slay any woman who tried to take you from me.” And it was the truth. As she stroked him, loving the feel of velvet over steel, she said, “What would a brave man turn away from, I wonder.”

  “I don’t know. I can’t think right now.”

  After moistening her lips, she moved above him, scattering kisses over his chest and delving her tongue into his navel. “I like when you can’t think.” Lower still. Her mouth sank down on his erection, her tongue playing the head.

  “Delilah, I—I—we should be figuring this out. This challenge, this—” Her tongue swirled over the plump head.

  “Has a woman done this to you before?” She’d heard talk of it among her sisters and knew men relished having it done.

  “No. Never.”

  She would be the first, then, and the knowledge filled her with possessive pride. “I’ve never done this for a man, but it’s my honor to do it for you.” Without another word, she sucked him. Loving the moans and groans he made, reveling in the gyrations of his hips, the feel of his hands fisted in her hair.

  Up and down she worked, taking him so far down her throat she couldn’t breathe. But she loved it. Couldn’t stop. Rode his erection with her mouth until he collapsed, spent.

  Smiling, she curled beside him. She loved this man. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her, she knew that now. Battle her sisters—yes. Walk through raging fires—of course. Kill Vorik—she had only to name when and where.

  “You were saying something about a riddle,” she prompted.

  He chuckled.

  “I’m not sure why the gods would give us a riddle rather than test our battle skills. Didn’t they mention they wanted the strongest warrior to win? If so, why not give us another, more straightforward challenge?”

  “Strongest warrior, yes, but also the best warrior. They’ve already tested our might, our endurance, our memory. Perhaps intelligence is the only thing left.” He sighed, loud and long. “We’ll figure this out. And if necessary, we’ll destroy the creature, whatever it is, as well as that blackguard Tagart. Broderick, I would like to save, if only there were a way. As for you, you’ve managed to distract me again. I believe I owe you a very special kiss. And while I’m tasting you, I want you to remind me of everything you’ve promised me. If you stop talking, I stop kissing.”

  And with that naughty threat, he bent and made good on his word.

  * * *

  SHIVAWN HAD ALYSSA behind him on the centaur as they pranced toward the edge of the cliff. The Amazon camp was nearby. Thanks to nymph senses, they could sniff females out anywhere, anytime. Her hands were on his waist, holding tight. He had never felt stronger, more alive.

  Valerian rode beside him, the nymph army lined in their wake.

  “Brenna will not be happy if we slaughter the female warriors,” Joachim said in his deep, gruff voice. He was a strong soldier, one of the best, and he was mated to the human Shivawn had once owned.

  They were friends now only because Shivawn had relinquished all claim to the girl. That was a good thing, too. As he was learning, all things happened for a reason. If he’d kept Brenna, he would not have been free to mate with Alyssa, and he would rather die than be without his Alyssa.

  “Clearly, they are hiding in wait. But they have not attacked us yet,” Valerian pointed out, “so our charms must be working.”

  The lure of the nymphs, he thought, something he’d always been proud of but cursed today. He didn’t want Alyssa upset for any reason.

  There was a whoop, a war cry, and then the Amazons were flooding the edge of the cliff above their camp. “Halt,” a female voice shouted angrily. “State your business, nymphs.”

  “Perhaps we aren’t as charming as we assumed,” Valerian muttered. He raised his arm, and the army obeyed. “We came to speak with the prisoners.”

  One woman stepped forward. She was fair-haired, tall and muscled, yet as pretty as an angel. “No,” she said, and Shivawn recognized the voice that had commanded them to stop. She must be the tribe’s queen, Kreja. “You may now turn around, Valerian, and return to your palace. We won’t kill you. This time.”

  Shivawn had heard of her bloodthirsty nature, her unbending determination and the iron fist with which she ruled her people. What he had not heard was whether she’d ever spent time with Valerian. That familiarity…had they once been lovers? If so, Valerian would have cast her aside—females never left the nymphs. Correction: females rarely left the nymphs—and would not wish to help the nymphs in any way if they had.

  “Tell us what you know of them,” Valerian demanded. “Please.”

  Kreja smiled, smug. “A please from your lips…irresistible. They were given to us by the gods,” she said. “Therefore, they belong to us.”

  A young girl pushed her way through the masses. Kreja grabbed for her, saying, “Lily, no!” but the child squirmed for freedom and rather than hurt her, the queen let her go.

  She approached, spear in hand, eyes wide. “Pretty,” she breathed, gaze locked on Dorian, an irreverent dark-haired warrior who preferred variety over quality.

  “As are you.” He winked at her indulgently. “Perhaps we’ll meet again in a few years.”


  The queen watched the exchange, looking both proud that the girl was brave enough to approach the warriors and worried for her safety. As if the nymphs would ever harm a child.

  “I’m old enough to have a slave,” the girl called Lily said, chin lifting. “His name is Brand the dragon. I made him wash my clothes and fetch my breakfast this morning. I could talk to my mother about keeping you instead.”

  His lips twitched. Even Shivawn smiled at that. “No, thanks,” Dorian said. “Perhaps another time.”

  “Lily!” Kreja shouted, and the little girl jumped.

  “Until then,” she said, turning and running back to the females. Instantly they absorbed her into their midst, leaving no sign of her presence.

  A muscle ticked below Valerian’s eyes. “Where are you harboring the men? They have information we need,” he said, returning everyone to the business at hand.

  “Information I now have. Information I will share only because I have every intention of demanding payment for it one day. You worry for your missing soldiers, I presume. They were taken to an island, far from us,” she said. “They told me of sun, moon and sand, where mers swam and the gods could freely exercise their power. Something they did often, testing the warriors mercilessly. Both nymphs were alive when the vampire, Zane, and the dragon, Brand, were brought to me.”

  Valerian glanced at Shivawn with dread before refocusing on the queen. “What island?”

  “They did not know.”

  “You realize the dragon and vampire armies will come after you if you keep those men, yes?”

  “Yes.” She grinned with relish. “Let them come. Amazons enjoy combat, if you hadn’t heard.”

  “I am ally to both. Should they ask me, I will fight at their side and do all in my power to bring you down.”