The Fire Within

Storm Lords - 1

by

Marie Harte

Chapter One

“Damn it, Darius.” Arim glared as a blast scorched the stone archway above his head. High atop the battlements of the castle, Tanselm’s legendary sorcerer stood, an intimidating defence against the invading army. Normally safe from attack within the enchanted castle, Arim suddenly ducked to avoid another bolt of blue fire from the ground far below.

When he straightened, he noticed the oldest of the Royal Four, Prince Darius, returning a fiery storm of destruction upon the encroaching Netharat. A haze of heat surrounded the prince as he leaned over the stone wall and narrowed his eyes at the enemy. With outstretched hands he summoned his internal fire and directed its path to destruction through flaming fingertips.

Arim frowned and with a wave of his hand changed the Netharat attacking the castle gate into bodies of solid rock. He turned to Darius. “The shields will hold. Go and gather your brothers in my chamber, now!”

Darius turned to argue, but the red fury darkening Arim’s eyes told him he’d pushed as hard as the sorcerer would tolerate. Though it grated him to withdraw, he left Arim and the other spellcasters to fetch his brothers.

He found Marcus, Cadmus and Aerolus staking the eastern turret, raining deluges of water, rippling shocks of rock and powerful blasts of wind upon the enemy steadily approaching the castle’s defensive perimeter. Muttered spells and intent stares, stabbing hands and sweeping arms commanded the elements to do his brothers’ bidding. He watched them battle, impressed despite his familiarity with such sights. But Arim’s words recalled him to purpose.

“Cease your attacks and come with me,” he called to his brothers after torching one wraith bent on bridging the now frozen moat surrounding the castle. The creature shrieked and flailed trying to douse the flames. “Arim orders us to his chamber.”

“But—” Cadmus tried to protest.

“No buts.” Darius looked out over the castle wall and cursed as he spotted the dimensional gateway through which the enemy had entered. Far in the distance, the gateway looked like a molten pool of fire against the pale blue sky. Unfortunately, cascading down from that pool onto the ground came another wave of Netharat, a foul river of corruption staining the very land they touched.

“We have to go,” Aerolus agreed, his voice calm in contrast to the chaos surrounding them.

As one the four brothers raced through the castle to Arim’s chamber deep in the heart of their home. The moment they approached the hardy oak door, it swung open, allowing the brothers entry into a room teeming with magic.

Like the steady droning of bees, a subtle hum vibrated within the stone walls, making the air crackle with energy. A narrow bed lay along one wall while a nearby desk filled with parchment and quills graced the adjoining wall. Tables and flat workstations filled the rest of the spacious room. On every surface except the bed lay glass pitchers and clay bowls filled with the sorcerer’s spell castings.

“It took you long enough.” Darius nearly jumped as Queen Ravyn closed the door with a wave of her hand, stepping out from its shadow. She narrowed her eyes, lingering on Cadmus. “When Arim gives an order, you obey.”

Tall and stately, with the catlike eyes and dark black hair she’d passed to all her sons, Queen Ravyn watched the Royal Four like a bird of prey about to swoop. Her understated power seemed to thrive in Arim’s chamber, her cheeks flushed and her eyes blazing as she studied her sons.

“Mother,” Darius said, his body taut with the effort to contain the powerful energy seething around him. He noticed his brothers looking equally uneasy. “Shouldn’t you be in your tower under guard?”

She scoffed and motioned him and his brothers farther into the room. “You do take after your father, don’t you?” She smiled sadly, a grim reminder of his father’s recent passing. “I am just as strong as Faustus was, Darius. I may not command the winds, but there’s more to my strength than elemental magic.” Her eyes narrowed. “And not one word about my frail state of mind. I just lost my husband, but I’m not an invalid. And I’ve power enough to stop these invaders from taking my crown.”

Darius blinked at the reprimand. He glanced at his brothers to see what they made of the ’gentle‘ queen and saw them equally confused. Indeed, his mother certainly appeared more warrior than royal lady. Her green eyes were lit with an inner fierceness; her stance was both battle-ready and aggressive.

Gone were her royal robes of blue and the seal of power draped around her throat. She wore a long-sleeved red tunic and black trousers, very similar to the garb Arim had been wearing.

As if his thoughts had conjured the sorcerer, Arim suddenly appeared in a corner of the room, bringing a rush of energy into the already intense area.

“Quickly, we have little time.”

“Time for what?” Marcus asked, looking as irritated by Arim’s vague orders as Darius felt.

Ravyn frowned but Arim shook his head. “No, Ravyn, they need to know before it’s too late.”

Darius and his brothers stared in surprise. Never had Arim spoken so informally with their mother. Always before it had been ’Queen Ravyn‘ or ’Honourable Lady’.

“The Netharat attack this day with one purpose and one purpose only. To kill the Royal Four and thus destroy the royal line.”

“All the more reason to meet them in opposition. The Storm Lords do not bow to anyone,” Darius said, sure of his brothers’ support. That anyone could think to destroy the peace and beauty of their land… The familiar rage built, and heat festered inside him begging for release.

“No,” his mother interjected. “We cannot risk you four now.” She glanced at Arim, then continued. “Word arrived this morning that’s changed everything. The other kingdoms have weakened.”

“What do you mean?” Marcus asked, his clear blue eyes clouding with suspicion.

“Before the sunrise this morning, your uncles passed into the Light, along with your aunts and cousins.” Ravyn’s eyes shone with unshed tears. “We are all that remain of the Storm Lords.”

Darius stared at her in shock. Tanselm had always been protected by the Tetrarch—four identical brothers of royal blood. For one thousand years peace and tranquillity reigned over a prosperous land filled with precious life-giving soil and ever-spawning wildlife. That evil should now retake what the original Storm Lords had once fought so hard to obtain was unthinkable.

As his home, the western territory, was under attack, the other three territories lay even more vulnerable to a Netharat onslaught. It just didn’t seem possible that the power of the Storm Lords could have let such a thing happen.

“It’s true,” Arim stated quietly, his voice vibrant with authority. He gazed at each of them. “Your father was poisoned, like the other monarchs, by an evil the Djinn concocted. If we don’t get you four out of here, you will certainly die, killing the rest of us as surely as we stand here talking.”

Cadmus ran a hand through his thick black hair. “The shields would never let the Djinn enter Tanselm.”

“I didn’t say the Djinn entered our world, only that they are in league with the Netharat.”

“But they ally with no one. They never have,” Marcus protested.

“Until now.” Arim spoke with confidence, his eyes grim, the dark black irises swallowed by a fierce red anger. “I don’t know how ’Sin Garu is doing it, but he’s amassed the Netharat and the Djinn to do his bidding. He’s penetrated our shields just enough to allow his wraiths to create a dimension portal and killed not one but all of the Tetrarch. If not for you four and your mother, Tanselm’s shields would have completely fallen by now.”

“And you, Arim,” Ravyn said softly. “Your power is perhaps the strongest of us all.”

Darius stared suspiciously from his mother to the sorcerer. Her tone was unnervingly loving.

She smiled and placed a hand on Arim’s arm, earning an unwilling growl from Darius and a glare from Marcus and Cadmus. But what she said next stunned Darius into quiet. She stared into Arim’s face. “My brother forgets himself.”

Darius’ jaw dropped. He had to force himself to blink, then turned to see if his brothers had heard what he had. They too looked stunned, even Aerolus who rarely showed his emotions.

“Your brother!” Darius stared from the royal sorcerer to his mother. “You said you had no family save Father and us. What, by the Light’s form, is going on?” Confusion turned his frustration into temper, and he had to fight to keep from breaking something.

“I’m sorry, Darius, but I’m trying to tell you what I can in the brief time we have left.” His mother walked to him and reached up to stroke his cheek. “Because of the real possibility you and your brothers might die if you stay here, you have to leave Tanselm. At least if something happens to me or Arim, you four hold the power necessary to save our land.”

“But only if you succeed in the task ahead,” Arim added.

Darius stared at the sorcerer, unable to resist comparing the large man to his mother. Both possessed dark hair and golden skin, not uncommon throughout the kingdom. But upon closer scrutiny, he saw the same high cheekbones, the same strong, piercing stare from almond-shaped eyes, facial similarities that until now he’d never noticed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell all of you sooner,” his mother said, nodding towards Arim. “But my past is complicated, and I always thought there’d be more time. You four are our only hope. You must go and find the future.”

“The future?” Cadmus asked, incredulous, his eyes passing from Ravyn to Arim in alarm. “There may be no future for Tanselm, Mother. How can you ask us to leave in this time of crisis? To desert our people and you?”

“She isn’t asking you,” Arim said in a forbidding tone. “She’s telling you to go. Your mother and I have foreseen the need for this passage for quite some time. We know you better than you know yourselves.”

Darius’ eyes narrowed. “Foreseen the need? You knew the Netharat would come.” Arim did not respond. “You’re sending us to another world to find a weapon with which to fight, aren’t you?” Arim was a commanding sorcerer, never cowardly or without a plan. “Something powerful no doubt.”

Cadmus shook his head. “We have plenty of magic here in Tanselm. Why should we leave it for another world? And it may not even be open. ’Sin Garu has blocked all other passages to energised planes.”

“He does not know of this world’s existence,” Arim answered, “thanks to your mother’s keen spellcasting. The importance of this plane cannot be denied. It is there you’ll find the key to Tanselm’s future.”

“What is it then?” Darius asked, his voice laced with frustration. “This isn’t the time for cryptic riddles, Uncle.” Arim’s expression grew darker but Darius blundered on, uncaring. “Tell us what to seek and we shall find it.”

“Women,” his mother answered succinctly, her lips pursed. “Had you four listened to me years ago and sought wives, you might already have averted this near-catastrophe.”

“Or suffered the same fate as the slain in the other kingdoms.” Arim spoke quietly as he scattered dark ash on the floor.

“Perhaps,” she agreed, tiredly. “But all the same, we are running out of time. You must find your affai, and quickly.”

“Our affai?” Marcus blinked, his shock mirroring Darius’ own. “You want us to seek brides? Now?”

At least Darius wasn’t the only one having a hard time believing any of this to be real. The kingdom was in danger of falling, their people perilously close to annihilation, and Arim and his mother wanted them to find brides?

“With the four corners of Tanselm empty, each of you will need to fill the void left behind by your uncles and father.” Arim crossed his muscular arms over his chest, his stance unmoving. He seemed ageless, his eyes bright and his skin translucent amidst the magical lights flickering in the room. “Your father earned the kingship because he and your mother were blessed with you four identical sons, mirror images of the power and grace of the Storm Lords.

“Now each of you must find a bride, a woman of courage and faith, a woman able to face the challenges Tanselm presents. One of you will father four identical sons to continue the future of our people. Unless you find your affai, life in Tanselm as we know it will end.”

Darius cursed and shook his head. “We can’t find heart mates in another plane, Arim. What promise do we have that this other realm possesses the magic we have? No, we must stay and find a bride from one of our own, to ensure the continued line of strength for the Storm Lords.”

His brothers nodded, all but Aerolus who stood still, watching everyone carefully.

His mother’s eyes burned, both with tears and anger. “Then you should have found a bride here years ago, when The Season was ripe. But no. All four of you avoided betrothal like the plague.” She laughed bitterly. “And now a plague infests our world. The time has come. I know the possibilities that await you in this foreign world.”

Her eyes glowed, a not so subtle reminder that Queen Ravyn had power in her own right. “Your affai await you. But there is more to your search than finding the one to birth the Royal Four. Each of you needs the strength and power that only your affai can give you. Only with their aid can we rebuild a land strong enough to withstand the evil that constantly threatens.”

“Then give us a Knowing Crystal,” Aerolus said, surprising Darius that he would agree to leave Tanselm in such crisis.

“They have all been destroyed,” Arim answered. “You will have to rely on your judgement, on your hearts. Love abounds everywhere and is in the least likely places.” His expression took on a strange cast, one Darius found curiously regretful. “I have faith you will find those you need to aid us in this cause. And there you will also find that the blood of your mother runs strong in you.”

He stared at all four of them, lingering on Darius last. “You must not fail us.” He began chanting, and the ash on the floor spread into a dark void staining the area beneath the brothers’ feet.

“Wait!” Events were unfolding far too quickly to suit Darius. He needed time to absorb what he’d been told, time to understand. His temper soared when he realised Arim continued to cast the spell, ignoring him. “Dammit, Sorcerer! I can’t leave with the Netharat breathing down our necks. At least give us time to throw them back through the gateway.”

“I agree,” Marcus said.

“And I,” Cadmus added.

Aerolus said nothing, merely stared at Arim.

In the midst of their rebellion, their mother suddenly smiled, a mysterious grin that made her look years younger. She lifted her hands and bolts of lightning crackled from her fingertips, a sight they’d never before seen from the gentle Queen of the West. “I will miss you all. Remember to look deep within yourselves to find your inner powers, beyond that which you think you know. And bring back our salvation.”

She smiled through tears and pressed her hands to her heart. “My love is with you. Don’t let us down. Find your affai.”

“No.” Darius turned to leave, shooting a firebolt at the oak door barring their exit. Rage suffused him that he would be denied the opportunity to avenge his father and the Storm Lords. He literally saw red, his anger growing by the second. “I’m not going—” he growled before the world faded to black.

When he next opened his eyes, he found himself staring at a strange sky overlooking a world not his own. The sky was still blue, the trees still green, yet everything felt flat, lacking the spark of magic that made Tanselm so rich. His senses felt dampened. The colours weren’t as bright, the smell of life muted, as if filtered by the heavy air around them. A low growl broke his study and he blinked at the dangerous beasts close approaching. Canine, he thought as he rolled to his feet and reached for the dagger he always kept at his side. Somewhat smaller than those at home, yet just as deadly in a pack. And as one in particular leaned closer to bare its teeth, he wondered if they would have been safer in Tanselm fighting the Netharat.

Chapter Two

Samantha Brooks shifted a hunk of drenched hair out of her eyes and sneezed. She hadn’t been back through Seattle in months and now thought she should have postponed this trip until the weather warmed.

February usually brought snow, but on this unfortunate Thursday night—no, she amended as she checked her watch, make that way-early Friday morning—the weatherman had correctly predicted freezing rain. Too bad she hadn’t unpacked her heavy winter coat or even an umbrella.

Shivering in a thin leather jacket, not in the least waterproofed, she sighed and stared at the blazing neon sign of Seattle’s newest nightspot, Outpour.

“Catchy title,” she murmured and banged on the front door. Checking her watch, she noted the hour had passed closing time, almost four a.m. Damn, she’d wanted to see the club in full swing but her flight had landed later than expected, there’d been that haggling over the location of her luggage, then the rental car agency had lost her reservation and she’d had to fight for their very last car, a compact beer can on wheels. Well, she was here now. Maybe she could plan a workup of what the club was like after-hours, get a fresh feel for the place without bodies before she started her improvement assessment for Gerry.

A rivulet of water managed to sneak under the collar of her jacket, sending a frisson of cold down her spine.

She knocked harder. Surely the staff remained behind to clean up. She thought she heard music. After standing another minute in slushy rain, she pushed on the door, surprised when it opened.

Once inside she felt instantly warmer and wandered down a darkened hall to the low hum of music and the dim glow of lights.

Stripping out of her sodden jacket, she carried it to the nearest bar, looking for a hint of anyone present.

“Hello?”

Her only answer was the muted thrum of Prodigy pulsing through surround sound speakers. Someone had been cleaning, she noted, seeing the massive trash bins staged at various points in the overlarge room. The smell of stale beer lingered in the air, mixed with a hint of citrus cleanser that made the stench almost pleasant.

Chrome tables and matching chairs with neon coloured cushions littered the main floor that surrounded the dance area. Throughout the room several higher platforms housed booths and tables, designed, she imagined, to hint at exclusivity.

Staring around her, she spied a second bar across the room. She gathered her jacket and approached the barstand, looking behind it in hopes of finding someone to talk to. This area appeared recently cleaned, the countertops shining and devoid of debris. Leaving her sopping jacket and satchel on a barstool obscured by the bar, she resumed her study of the area.

Someone had to still be here. She wandered around looking for signs of life and noticed a door reading ‘employees only’ cracked open. Much as she longed to go to her hotel and deal with this later, she needed to find out who had left the doors unlocked and the floor untended.

She entered cautiously, feeling like the dim-witted victim in a horror movie who searches an abandoned warehouse only to find death in the arms of a deranged serial killer. Samantha despised those films for portraying the victims as so hopelessly stupid. But as she descended step after step, she wondered at her own intelligence.

Maybe I should just come back tomorrow. Her footsteps sounded like thunder on the cold concrete of the basement floor, and she hesitated as she reached the end of the stairwell light’s perimeter.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” She flicked the light switch at the bottom of the stairs, not surprised when nothing happened. “Damn.” Gerry could deal with the absent employee tomorrow. There was no way she was going to tramp around a dark basement, especially one that felt this eerie. She couldn’t be sure if her imagination ran wild, but she swore she could feel someone, or something, watching her from the dark.

“I’m outta here.” She turned around and put one foot on the steps when the stairway light flickered and died. Goosebumps crawled over her skin, making her shiver with more than just cold.

Reaching for the railing, she had ascended the second step when a hand settled hard over her shoulder, pulling her back into a large body.

She shrieked and flailed, trying to free herself from the strong arms suddenly caging her to a steely male frame.

“Hold,” a deep voice sounded near her ear.

She immediately froze, her heart beating a mile a minute. Her breath caught as the arms around her loosened. A hand tugged at her wet hair, then trailed over her face and down her chest, lingering over her breasts.

Her face heated and she tried to yank herself from his grasp, terror gripping her hard, yet he continued to pat her down. His hands felt uncomfortably warm, stirring both fear and a curious ache in her loins that made absolutely no sense.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come back here?” the deep voice asked. “I’m not your plaything.” His hands returned to her breasts and tightened almost painfully. Odd, but his tight grip only excited her further.

As his words dawned, Samantha breathed deeply and sought some control over her off-kilter emotions. Okay, so the guy wasn’t some psycho killer. He thought he knew her.

“Look, there’s been some misunderstanding. I don’t know who you are, but the owner invited me here.”

His hands slowly left her body, grazing her nipples and shooting sparks through her already overloaded senses. She turned cautiously, ready to run at any moment. A sudden light lit the room and she blinked at the glare of flame in his hand. Odd, but she couldn’t see the source of flame. If she didn’t know better she’d swear his fingers were on fire. He cursed softly, breaking her stare on his hand and drawing her attention to his face. And all thoughts of nonexistent matches and lighters vanished.

Her eyes widened as they took in the dark-haired Adonis standing before her. Black hair grazed his shoulders, framing a face steeped in sensuality. Fathomless black eyes gazed at her, from her head to her toes, making her want to cover herself from his brazen inspection. Yet his study wasn’t the least bit leering. It was full of male speculation, and downright dangerous.

Samantha couldn’t help returning his study. The man had surprisingly arresting features, from his straight, aristocratic nose to his stubborn, squared jaw. And his body…tall and muscled, he could have appeared right at home in a muscle magazine.

“You aren’t Janet.” His voice oozed sex appeal, dark and husky, like the rumble of thunder that passed overhead.

“No, I’m not.” She took a small step back, needing to regain her senses. Adrenaline coursed through her system, as much from the fright he’d given her as from his luring attractiveness.

He sighed and lowered his lighter. “I thought you were someone else.”

“Obviously,” she muttered and sneezed. She saw his full lips quirk into a smile and her heart beat double-time.

“As you can tell, the lights are out due to the storm. Perhaps we should head upstairs, where you can introduce yourself and explain what you were doing down here.” He nodded to the stairs behind her, his words clearly an order rather than a suggestion.

She didn’t care. Samantha wanted heat and more distance from the man rousing her sleeping libido. As she turned and quickly climbed the steps, she could feel his gaze on her back like a physical caress.

Shaking her head, she reminded herself that too little sleep and this weather had made a muck of her sensibility. Stiffening her spine as she entered the warm atmosphere of the club once more, she headed for her things behind the bar and turned once she had a firm grip on her satchel.

She hadn’t heard him move and gasped to find him standing right behind her. Had this guy never heard of personal space?

She swallowed audibly. Was it her, or did he seem even taller than the six-four she’d earlier estimated? “I’m Samantha Brooks, the assessor Gerry Barnham hired. I take it you work here.”

“Let’s see some ID, sweetheart.”

She clenched her jaw. When he crossed muscular arms over a massive chest and leaned against the back wall, unmoving, she removed her wallet, flashed him her driver’s licence and waited impatiently while he examined it.

Finally he nodded. Stuffing her wallet back into her bag, she turned to face him again, disturbed by his arrogance and his larger-than-life sex appeal. “And you are?”

“I bartend here for Gerry.”

Not a bouncer. That surprised her. With his stature he could easily intimidate those not playing by the rules. But if he was one of the bartenders…he had to be Darius Storm. Gerry had mentioned the amazing draw his newest employee had, bringing in more women than the club knew what to do with. Seeing him, she understood the attraction.

The man raked her up and down with an assessing gaze, his eyes returning to her face and roaming over her as if committing her features to memory. “I’m Darius.”

She released a pent-up breath, hearing him confirm his identity. He really did work here. Unfortunately, her evil twin, the sexual imp dwelling inside her, lamented that he wasn’t a sexual lunatic bent on ravishing her. She cursed her treacherous imagination and the blush that inexplicably stole over her cheeks and focused on the here and now.

His left eyebrow rose, clearly telling her he’d noticed the blush. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight. Gerry mentioned you’d arrive sometime this weekend.” He leaned closer to her, his arm moving around her and she tensed. He smelled of rain and spice, a scent she couldn’t place but one that made her want to kiss the arrogance from his lips.

Instead of grabbing her, as he appeared ready to do, he pulled his hand from behind her back and handed her a towel with a smirk. “You’re soaking wet.”

Irritated that he made her nervous and that he knew it, she released her satchel and grabbed the towel from his hands, stifling a breath when her fingers touched his. A flare of heat raced up her arm from the contact and she couldn’t help the shiver that passed through her.

He frowned. “You must be freezing.” Moving swiftly, he wrapped her in his arms, much more gently than he had earlier.

“Hey! What the hell—” She paused as heat radiated through her. “Ah,” she moaned, warmed by his unnaturally hot body. Hot in more ways than one, she amended.

With tenderness she wouldn’t have credited him, he pressed her face against his chest. She could feel his heart beating rapidly against her cheek and wondered if she wasn’t the only one affected by their proximity. But he made no other move than to hold her while her shivers passed.

Belatedly, she realised her hair and jeans were drenching him. “I’m sorry,” she said in a voice more husky than she’d like. “I’m getting you all wet.”

He rubbed his hand over her back in slow swirls, making her melt into his rock solid frame. Then he shifted slightly, making her aware of something else rock-hard against her belly.

My, oh my, was all she could think of the ridge that seemed to grow as he held her. Before she could say or do anything, however, he released his hold on her, putting some distance between them.

“You should feel better now.” His eyes blazed, a strange hint of colour seeming to swirl within the black depths. Then he blinked and the oddness vanished.

“I feel much better, thanks.” Samantha couldn’t stop staring at him, now understanding Gerry’s comments about females visiting the club in droves.

In less than ten minutes in Darius’ presence, she wanted to jump his bones. Her nipples ached and her loins throbbed, and he’d done little more than hold her.

Time to go, right now.

She frowned and scooped up her bag and jacket, containing a shudder as the coat soaked through the sleeve of her shirt. “Well, sorry to have disturbed you. I see you’re still busy so I’ll just be on my way.” She looked around for a phone. “I just need to call a cab.”

“I’m about finished here. I’ll take you home.” He made the suggestion sound like a command.

“No.” She must have said it too forcefully for he raised a brow. “That’s nice of you, but I don’t want to put you to too much trouble. Just point me to a phone and I’ll be out of your hair.”

He pointed her to a phone and watched her as he finished cleaning the tables in the club. “Do I scare you?” His mouth twisted into a wry smile.

She bristled. “No. But I’m quite capable of taking care of myself.”

“I’m sure you are,” he said with a suggestive grin, his eyes focused on her stiff nipples. “But I’m more than willing to give you a ride…home. After all, it’s probably my fault you’re all wet.” He paused and stared hungrily at her body, resting on her groin.

She couldn’t believe his nerve, but when she opened her mouth to blast him, he added oh-so-innocently, “Had I been upstairs when you first arrived, I could have spared you the rain and told you to come inside.” His eyes gleamed, knowing full well she’d understood his sexual undertones.

The jerk! Unfortunately, his words stoked her imagination into almost forgetting her self-imposed celibacy. Despite his comments and his arrogance, she sensed he’d make her forget any man she’d ever been with before. It was all she could do not to run for the door when the taxi finally blared its horn.

“I’ll deal with you tomorrow,” she called over her shoulder in a warning, intending to adjust his attitude once she collected her thoughts after a good night’s rest.

“Yes, you will,” came his definite reply.

Darius watched the woman go with blazing eyes. Arousal, strong and true, flared within him, surprising him at the sheer scope of need flooding his system.

In the endless days spent in this tedious world, he’d not once felt such intensity about a female as he did this one. And he didn’t even know her. Obviously his body recognised their perfect chemistry.

He shook his head as he cleaned the rest of the club. Perhaps fortune finally smiled upon him. What else but fate could be responsible for his decision to switch clean-up shifts with Michelle then to stay late so Mike could leave early to be with his girlfriend?

Darius had thought to leave a half-hour ago but for some reason had delayed returning ‘home’. He grinned, recalling the full breasts he’d recently felt against his chest.

Returning the large trash bins to their places, he threw all the cleaning supplies back in storage and locked the door behind him as he left.

As the cold rain pounded from the heavens, he walked to his truck. Once inside the ‘89 Chevy Blazer, he quickly radiated enough heat from his body to warm the entire truck and melt the ice from the windshield.

Couldn’t Arim have sent them to a place where the weather was at least comparable to Tanselm’s warm temperatures? In the miserable year he’d been in this Seattle, he had yet to see a day’s temperature near that of Tanselm’s growing season. He sighed and pulled out from the parking lot. Heading for the house that he shared with his brothers, he felt another bout of homesickness coming.

In his mind’s eye he breathed the pure air of his homeland, saw amidst the clear blue sky canopies of the western territory’s legendary rilk trees. Funny, but the glorious leaves dotting Tanselm’s sky were the same shade as Samantha Brooks’ eyes.

His thoughts took a swift turn as he drove towards Greenlake. At this rate, Tanselm would be all but destroyed before they returned. Not for lack of trying, but because not one of them could find a woman with the fortitude or mindset to accept their way of life.

In the beginning, Darius had figured to use sex as a means to find a mate. Unfortunately, his many couplings left him physically sated but spiritually drained. At least in Tanselm the women he slept with fed that natural part of him needing a deeper contact, an awareness of life around them.

Here on this plane, the women he’d joined for sex had given him physical pleasure and little more. And truth be told, the sex hadn’t been that great. There had been no mental stimulation, just games and more games, especially once they realised he had three identical brothers.

Grimacing, he pulled into the drive of a monstrous house overlooking the lake, an abode barely befitting the Royal Four, but it seemed the best they could hope for in this world.

He parked his truck behind Cadmus’ Jeep and next to Marcus’ BMW. Aerolus had yet to purchase a vehicle, and considering his new penchant for teleportation, Darius didn’t see his oddball brother buying one.

Much as he was glad for the respite from the rain, he couldn’t help glaring at the insides of his truck—a mechanical monstrosity shielding him from nature. What he wouldn’t give for a horse.

Climbing down from the bulky vehicle, he headed for the front door. He entered to find the house dark and made his way quietly to his bedroom on the second floor. Having lived his first few months in this realm in the wilderness, living off the land, he freely admitted to liking the comfort of this house, as small and feebly constructed as it was.

Not made of rock or steel, the house had been built of wood and brick, all substances that would melt under his blistering touch. In fact, nothing here could withstand a sorcerer’s attack, save him and his brothers. They never used the odd security device previously installed in the house. As if four Storm Lords needed protection from any of these inhabitants.

In his room, he discarded his clothing, draping his coat on a chair but dumping the rest on the floor. Moving into the adjoining bathroom, he gratefully removed the contacts clouding his vision. Setting the brown lenses in solution, he looked up at his reflection, glad to see himself once again.

His hair and face looked the same, his crimson irises dull with fatigue. His body however, had begun to thin. With critical eyes he perused his upper body. The heavy muscle that he’d exercised daily at the castle had disappeared, leaving him leaner than a true warrior of Tanselm should ever be.

His legs, however, had gained some muscle due to the amount of walking he did here. Without a horse for transportation, Darius often walked around town, not wanting to remain cooped up in his relic of a conveyance.

If not for the large interior, which fit his frame, and the fact that his job was too far to reach by foot each day, he would never have bought it. But working at Outpour meant constant exposure to potential brides, and he had to continue his exploration until he found his affai.

Sighing, he left the bathroom and slid between the sheets in his king-sized bed. The rustle of satin over his body made him uncomfortably aware of how long it had been since he’d last had a woman and how very attractive he found Ms. Samantha Brooks.

His cock stirred, the memory of her nipples peaking under his hands, of her curvy form locked against him making him hard and throbbing in an instant. Cursing her timing and his tiredness, he rolled onto his stomach and tried to find rest. But throughout the night dreams of her tantalised him, to the point where he woke up in a sweat, his body begging for completion.

Imagining Samantha’s hands trailing his body, he reached for his cock and began stroking, all the while visualising Samantha on her knees, sucking him deep down her throat. His breath grew ragged and he increased the tempo, growing unbearably aroused at thoughts of her swallowing him, of shooting deep in her mouth. He varied the fantasy, picturing her bent over to receive his cock, riding him with her breasts thrust out, begging for his touch. He felt again the weight of those globes in his hands, the pert nipples standing at attention, spiking in him a powerful lust.

In his mind’s eye he could see her deep green eyes rich with yearning, her swollen breasts begging to be sucked. The petals of her womanly softness would be plump, her clitoris rosy with need for him and him alone.

With a sudden groan he climaxed, spending into his fist again and again while thoughts of Samantha filled him with ecstasy. Stunned at the depth of his need, he couldn’t help wondering about Samantha and the strange fascination he felt for her. It had been ages since he’d felt so aroused by the mere sight of a woman, and even longer since he’d felt the need to take care of his own urges.

After cleaning himself with a nearby towel, he settled into a precarious state of rest, his body humming with satisfaction while his mind raged with the need to reason out this newest puzzle.

He found it hard to believe a woman of this world could be his affai. Attraction and lust he understood. Hell, he freely admitted to wanting Samantha’s body. But to find an affai here on this plane? A woman to complete his spirit, to join with him into unending life? Despite Arim’s and his mother’s claims to the contrary, Darius doubted he would find a true mate in a world devoid of magic.

As his mind tired and he drifted into sleep, he realised he would see Samantha again tonight. And when he did, he would set the rules and the stage for seduction, and praise be, get the sexy vixen out of his blood for good.

Chapter Three

Samantha moaned and thrashed her head from side to side, needing relief. Darius, however, wouldn’t let her go. His silky black hair brushed her inner thighs as his tongue danced over her folds and sank deeper, seeking her ripe clitoris.

Again and again he took her to peak, only to leave her dangling perilously close to the edge.

“Tell me, affai, how much you want me,” he said thickly, the rumble of his voice stirring her to new heights.

“I want you, I want you.” She reached for his head, running her fingers through his hair as she brought his mouth closer to her centre. “Please.”

She felt him grin before his mouth completely closed over her. With a small shriek she arched into his touch, completely enthralled by the heady licks and nipping bites that brought her to the verge of climax.

He sucked hard on her clit and thrust a thick finger inside her, increasing the friction on her swollen nub. A second finger entered her, stretching her, preparing her, and she couldn’t wait any longer.

“Darius,” she groaned, a hot gush of desire drenching his fingers. “I can’t stop it. Oh yes, yes,” she cried and came, her orgasm explosive as he continued to suckle her.

He mounted her then, the feel of his thick penis like living heat at the entrance of her core. Waiting until she stared into his eyes, eyes that shone a fiery, inhuman red, he slowly eased inside…

“Everything okay in there?” A woman’s voice asked from outside the door at the same time the doorknob rattled.

Shaken and confused, it took Samantha a minute to understand what had happened. Thoroughly embarrassed, she cleared her throat and spoke loudly enough to be heard through the door. “Yeah, sorry. Just a bad dream.”

“Right, well, I’ll come back later then.” Footsteps and a squeaky wheel faded into silence before a door down the hall opened and banged shut.

Samantha glanced at the alarm clock on the bedstand. Eleven o’clock. Wiping her sweaty forehead, she threw the heavy comforter off her and swung her legs to the floor. She grimaced when she stood, uncomfortably aware of the moisture between her legs.

I had an erotic dream. Big deal. Except one of the maids had heard her scream.

Samantha felt her face heat and tried to shrug off the embarrassment as she headed into the bathroom. But she still couldn’t believe how real the dream had felt. As she stood under the shower’s warm stream, she could easily recall every detail about Darius Storm, what he looked like, what he smelled like, what he tasted like.

She stilled. She hadn’t had one of those dreams in months.

Then a detail of her dream flashed before her. Darius Storm had stared down at her with red eyes. She immediately relaxed, relieved her dream was nothing but her horny subconscious screaming for sex.

Just a dream, not a vision. Nothing to worry over.

Shaking her head to escape her fanciful thoughts, she forced herself to focus on the here and now.

“Mundane details,” she muttered as the water massaged her scalp. “Find an apartment, check on storage, and forget about gorgeous dream men and their amazingly skilled mouths.” She ran her fingers through her hair, rinsing out the shampoo as if rinsing away the pleasure she’d recently felt. “And no more orgasms.”

Orgasms led to needs and desires she’d been working hard to suppress. Hell, she didn’t even touch herself anymore.

After a year with Josh-the-Asshole, she’d thoroughly finished searching for Mr. Right. The fact of the matter was she kept settling for Mr. Right Now, despite her desire not to lower her standards.

Samantha didn’t understand her inability to find someone worthy of her affections. She didn’t ask for much. A man to love her, to respect her, and most importantly, she wanted someone in whom she could trust. She thought about her needs and secrets, the deepest core of herself she’d never shown anyone.

Only a man that truly shared her spirit would understand that which drove her. A strong, intelligent partner to comprehend the oddities that made up the woman who saw things others didn’t.

She turned off the water and shivered while she sought a fresh towel. Drying herself, she couldn’t help pondering whether Darius Storm had any hidden depths. On the surface he seemed a lewd playboy too confident of his desirability. Sure, he was beautiful with a body to match, but was there anything more beneath his perfect face?

At thoughts of him her body tingled and she cursed as she dressed in jeans and a heavy sweater. The man had taken advantage of her last night, coming on to her after scaring her half to death in the basement. So what that she’d felt exceedingly needy. It made sense considering how long she’d been without sex. Adding a man like Darius Storm to the mix was like adding a match to a pile of kindling drenched in kerosene.

No, she would do better to live on her own devoid of men, building a secure life for herself both financially and emotionally before she even thought about dating again. Shrugging on a thin parka designed to keep out the cold and wrapping her neck in a scarf, she exited the room with a fresh outlook.

She had returned to Seattle to begin anew. New client, new apartment, new attitude. Smiling, Samantha descended to the ground floor and left the hotel with a spring in her step, despite the wintry weather.

Avoiding several patches of ice, she made her way towards a small but trendy restaurant and ordered a large coffee and a late breakfast.

She sat by the window as she ate, hungry not only for food but also for the familiar sight of the city she’d missed for the last year. At the time of her break-up, distance had seemed just the cure for her battered heart. But now that she’d returned, she realised how much she’d missed her adopted home.

Raised in the Northeast, she’d grown accustomed to harsh winters and clustered traffic. Seattle had plenty of snow and traffic jams, yet the spacious outdoors and clear, crisp air made up for the growing population.

She would never regret the job that had taken her from Philadelphia. It had been exciting to travel across the country to Washington. And Seattle’s bright mix of artistic temperament and lucrative marketing concerns had made her transition to the West Coast remarkably easy. After three years with J. Applet Financial, however, she’d moved onwards and upwards.

Though her potential for promotion had been stymied thanks to the sexist jerks running the business, she had received plenty of experience and made enough contacts to start her own consulting firm, one that until recently had kept her away from Seattle.

Digging into her Spanish omelette with gusto, she began to feel a renewed sense of energy when a commotion outside distracted her.

Swallowing a mouthful of coffee, she watched as a woman dressed in a thick wool coat, which likely cost five times what Samantha’s parka had, argued with a well-dressed man who stood with his back to the restaurant window.

His height and posture reminded her of Darius, but she couldn’t see Darius Storm owning a fancy suit, let alone wearing one. From what she’d heard of him through Gerry and seen of him last night, he was strictly a jeans and T-shirt kind of guy. This man, however, wore a dark designer suit, carried a trench coat over one arm and a briefcase in his hand.

Agitated, he donned his trench coat and ran a hand through his thick black hair while gesturing something at the woman. Damn, she wished he’d turn so she could see his face.

Samantha glanced around her, not surprised to see others—specifically the female patrons—staring at the scene outside. The woman’s voice had risen so that occasional shrieks of outrage could be heard even through the thick glass of the restaurant window.

Shaking her head, Samantha pushed at the remainder of omelette on her plate as she watched the crumbling woman. She forced herself to take another bite, trying hard to distance herself from the woman’s hurt. Men aren’t worth it, she mentally chided. Trust me, lady, I know.

When the woman started crying, the man finally pulled away from her and strode in the direction of the restaurant. Several gasps and ahs floated around her, but Samantha could only stare in astonishment.

She’d been wrong.

Darius did own a suit and looked like a million bucks wearing it. He appeared just as dangerous as the last time she’d seen him, but now he wore a subtle sheen of sophistication from his wing-tipped black shoes to his neatly brushed hair. A corporate shark who’d just ripped the heart from another female victim.

Imagine ending a relationship with him. Josh had been difficult to part from, but he was only a man. Darius seemed much more than that, a larger-than-life heartbreaker.

He continued towards the restaurant and for a moment she thought he might enter. But he continued purposefully past, his eyes shuttered, a dim frown on his hard face.

Before he left her view, however, he turned his head to peer at the restaurant full of earnest gawkers and muttered something under his breath. Returning his attention to the sidewalk, he took a few steps and left her sight, much to her simultaneous disappointment and relief.

But the remembrance of his polished face staring into the glass stunned her, and she had to force herself to swallow the eggs congealing in her mouth.

Since when did Darius Storm have blue eyes?

Darius cursed at the sun peering through the window right into his face. He loved the outdoors, particularly the heat from the golden sun hovering in the sky, but not first thing in the morning.

Grunting, he threw off his covers and slid out of bed. Needing something to soothe his grumbling stomach, he threw on a pair of jeans and stomped downstairs into the kitchen. Never pleasant in the morning, he felt doubly foul today after suffering heated fantasies about Samantha Brooks all night.

As much as he felt attraction, he now felt annoyance, frustration and anger at the infuriating woman for invading his sleep—rest he prized dearly.

“Well, well, well,” Cadmus drawled from the kitchen table. He sat with a mug of steaming coffee as he perused the newspaper. “It’s nearly noon and you’re finally awake. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were turning into the nocturnal Djinn.”

Darius glared at Cadmus and subtly focused on his brother’s mug, in no mood for humour. With a curse, Cadmus let go of the now burning cup and glared back.

“What’s got you so irritable? You just woke up.”

Darius poured himself some coffee and smiled through his teeth. “I had a lousy night, okay? And what the hell are you doing here? I thought you had a job.”

Cadmus shrugged. “I’ve decided to try another occupation. I wasn’t meeting many women building houses.” He grimaced. “The primitive construction techniques here boggle the mind.”

“Not so primitive,” Aerolus denied as he joined them in the kitchen. “It’s a lot easier to build things when you rely on sorcery. It’s more difficult to create from bare wood, clay and water.”

Both Darius and Cadmus shared a glance.

“And to what do we owe this honour?” Darius asked dryly as he watched Aerolus settle next to Cadmus with a small smile on his mouth.

“Arim contacted me this morning.”

Darius immediately pounced, excitement replacing his frustration. Only Arim could return them home. “What did he say? Did he give you the spell to take us back?” The damned sorcerer kept in contact as often as he could with promises of return to Tanselm. He and the queen continued to lead the fight against the Netharat, who had apparently retreated to regroup.

“No.” Aerolus paused, his eyes thoughtful as he stared at Darius. “Apparently the spell is within each of us, or ’within our grasp,’ as Arim put it. He intends to visit as soon as the situation settles. Our spellcasters have just recently reinforced the borders.”

Cadmus snorted. “They should have done that months ago. What the hell have they been doing in our absence? I knew we never should have left.”

Aerolus sighed. “Cadmus, it’s as I’ve said before. Time here moves much more quickly than at home. A year has passed here, whereas only a few weeks have passed in Tanselm. To our benefit, that gives us more time to find our affai.”

“Come on, Aerolus,” Darius chided. “You don’t really believe the females here capable of sating a Storm Lord, do you? Even in Tanselm, only a select few could handle our powers.”

“Yet that didn’t stop you from bedding as many as you could find.” Aerolus’ stare made Darius flush, an uncomfortable feeling of guilt swamping him. But what should he feel guilty about? The women he’d bedded had enjoyed every minute of bedsport and had known exactly what they were after when they invited him.

Aerolus didn’t so much as blink when he added, “So tell us of your adventure last night.”

“Adventure?” Cadmus looked from Aerolus to Darius. “What’s he talking about now?”

Not knowing why but unwilling to discuss Samantha with his brothers, Darius tried to shrug off the question. “He’s talking nonsense, as usual. Just like a certain sorcerer we know.” He turned to Aerolus. “It’s obvious to me now how alike you and Arim are. Annoying and riddled with questions.”

Cadmus chuckled. “He’s got a point, Aerolus. You’re as closemouthed as a flatfish and full of sorcerer innuendo.”

Darius relaxed. The attention had shifted.

“Maybe so,” Aerolus conceded with a smile that immediately set Darius on the defensive. “But that still doesn’t explain Darius’ encounter with a certain woman last night, does it?”

Cadmus immediately switched focus. “So it’s a woman that has you breathing fire.” He shot Darius a sly look, overly curious. “Tell us about this female, Darius. What does she look like? How does she feel?”

Scowling, Darius swallowed the rest of his coffee and poured another cup. “I had a run-in with an attractive woman last night, that’s all. And I have no idea how she feels.” She’d felt like fire, a combustible combination of honey and warmth that went much deeper than her sensual beauty. Seeing the curiosity on his brothers’ faces, however, he had no qualms about keeping Samantha to himself for a while.

Glaring at Aerolus, he snarled. “She’s a woman like any other. And keep your damned nose out of my business.”

“Just curious.”

“How the hell did you know about her anyway?”

Aerolus flushed. “Arim mentioned her.”

Darius clearly saw Aerolus’ discomfort, and that made him more interested. He normally never sensed anything from his brother that Aerolus didn’t want him to see.

“Really?” He shot Aerolus a hard look. “Funny how much he shares with you and not the rest of us.” Darius paused. “Are you sure you aren’t experiencing more of Mother’s gifts than you’ve mentioned?”

“No, just the teleportation.” Aerolus looked decidedly uneasy, and much as his brother annoyed him, Darius could sympathise. The more time he himself spent in this world, the more strange power seemed to course through him. The ability to funnel heat through his body had always existed. Now however, he found himself possessed by an astonishing and not altogether welcome gift, one no doubt inherited from his mother’s and Arim’s side of the family.

“We’ve all experienced some odd bursts of power since coming here.” Cadmus ran a hand through his hair. “It was my ability to foretell those numbers that allows us to live here comfortably. Who knew six numbers could grant such prosperity?” He grimaced. “Imagine Tanselm having a lottery. A waste of wealth on the ‘lucky’.”

“And yet without that wealth we’d still be living in the woods.” Aerolus took a long swallow of coffee. “Not the best place to find a mate.”

Aerolus paused a moment in thought. “Remember what Arim said before we left. And there you will also find that the blood of your mother runs strong in you. Now that we know Mother and Arim are related, it becomes clear where her abilities come from. She is a sorceress, just as powerful as Father was a Storm Lord, I’d imagine,” he said more to himself than the others.

“Tell us something we don’t know,” Darius said sarcastically. He should have waited another hour before rising. Cadmus could be a pain in the ass, but when Aerolus grew introspective, it gave him a headache.

“Think about it,” Aerolus continued, making Darius groan. “Cadmus foretold the winning lottery numbers. I can teleport in growing distances. And Marcus has been moving objects with his mind.”

“He has?” Darius blinked in astonishment.

“I’ve seen him practicing when he didn’t know I was watching.” Aerolus and Cadmus turned as one to Darius. “Which brings us to you. What more can you do than control fire?” Despite being born a full minute after Darius and Marcus, and scant seconds before Cadmus, Aerolus tended to take charge in a subtle way that reminded Darius of his father.

Shaking his head, Darius answered, “I’m not sure, exactly.” He hedged, not comfortable with the amount of change he’d experienced since his father’s death last year. Most of the changes had occurred externally. His kin’s murders, learning of his relation to Arim, the Netharat attack, but this new ability resided within him.

“We’re waiting,” Aerolus reminded.

Throwing him a scowl, Darius muttered, “I think I can sense another’s thoughts.”

Cadmus stared. “You’re kidding.” He blanked his face. “What am I thinking now?”

Darius heaved a sigh. “I really can’t take much more of this.” He rubbed his eyes tiredly. “I can’t read you, Cadmus. Or Aerolus, or Marcus. Not that I’ve tried very hard.” When he saw neither brother losing interest, he uttered a low curse of defeat. “Sometimes at the bar I hear things.”

“Perhaps because inhibitions are lowered due to the alcohol?” Aerolus offered.

“I don’t know, maybe.” It made sense. But it didn’t explain the connection he’d shared with Samantha, how he’d been able to sense her instant attraction to him, as well as her surprising disinterest in the opposite sex or a relationship of any kind.

“Must be really interesting reading the thoughts of drunken women.” Cadmus grinned. “Maybe I should show up tonight. You could point out a few of the more ‘interesting’ thoughts from those women that like to overindulge.”

But Samantha would be there tonight. Thoughts of Cadmus making Samantha laugh, of drawing her to him with his irresistible charm, turned Darius’ mood even darker. He clamped his hands to the table’s edge so as not to put them around Cadmus’ throat. “What’s the matter, Cadmus? Can’t work your wiles without getting them drunk first?”

Instead of acting insulted, Cadmus grinned. Not much could dampen his humour, unfortunately. “What you fail to realise, firebreather, is that in insulting me, you insult yourself. Um, hello, but haven’t you seen how much we look alike?” He smirked, then swore as his mug overheated again.

“I was referring to your obnoxious personality, jackass,” Darius snarled.

“Jackass? I like that,” Aerolus said calmly, a twinkle in his bright grey eyes. “It sounds much better than ofcondus eater.”

“Forget this.” Darius stood, determined to find some peace even if it killed him. “I’m going back to bed.” Between his brothers and Samantha Brooks, he was one more frustration away from unleashing his powers and setting the house on fire.

His vision beginning to turn red, he tossed his mug into the sink and strode from the kitchen. Thoughts of Samantha only enhanced his need to see her again. Something didn’t fit with the woman, something off that his inner senses had detected. Otherwise he wouldn’t find her so enthralling.

He had to stop picturing her dark green eyes cloudy with passion, had to stop imagining her breasts flushed and full and begging for his mouth. His cock felt impossibly hard as he returned to his bedroom. But unlike last night, he felt fully rested and able to conquer his desires. After a cold shower and some determined planning he would feel ready to tackle anything, especially Samantha Brooks.

“More angry than usual.” Aerolus sat across from Cadmus with a curious glint in his eyes.

“Yeah.” Cadmus stared at his retreating brother’s back. “It’s that woman Arim mentioned. Wonder what’s so special about her that’s gotten Darius so fired up?” He grinned at the pun and looked up to see what Aerolus made of his joke.

As usual, Aerolus remained expressionless. Rolling his eyes only encouraged Cadmus. “I’m not sure.” He stared thoughtfully at the kitchen doorway, wondering if what he suspected might be true.

He hadn’t exactly told his brothers the truth about his newfound powers. But how did you tell your brothers you could share their dreams? Dreamsharing was as intrusive as Darius’ unwanted ability to read minds. Aerolus frowned at the thought of such talent. He’d have to work harder to build his inner defences against mental intrusion. Not that he distrusted Darius by any means, but he valued the privacy of his thoughts. And if his brothers knew even half of what he thought, they’d never leave him alone.

“You know more than you’re telling.” Cadmus’ eyes narrowed. “Did Arim tell you something you haven’t shared?”

“No.” Aerolus cleared his throat. “Arim merely mentioned to keep an eye on Darius, something about a woman intruding into Darius’ thoughts. She’ll play an important role in his future, but more than that I can’t say.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

Darius’ dreams. They were more than sexual. Aerolus’ blood raced as he recalled the woman’s features as seen through Darius’ eyes. The woman was incredibly beautiful, exotic and sensual. But Darius’ sheer possessiveness, his needy uncertainty—these emotions were so foreign to the Royal Four as to be utterly alien.

Aerolus blinked when Cadmus called his name. “I can’t answer you, Cadmus. According to Arim, the woman is important to Darius, to all of us really. But whether or not she’s his affai, or one who can lead him to his affai, Arim couldn’t say. You never know. Maybe she’ll introduce you to your future bride,” he threw in to shake his brother’s confidence. Cadmus wanted marriage like he wanted a knife in his throat.

“As if any one woman will ever suit me,” Cadmus said with disdain. “Personally, I hope the woman is his affai. I want to return to Tanselm as soon as possible. And once Darius bonds with her, it’s only a matter of time before she becomes pregnant to cement the Storm Lords’ power.”

“But who’s to say she will bear the Royal Four?”

Cadmus stopped the cup he’d been lifting to his mouth. “Well, I…I suppose we never were told who would become the next ruler of the Tetrarch. I always assumed it would be Darius. He is the oldest, if only by a minute.” A look of horror passed his face. “Are you saying any of the four of us could become Tanselm’s new overking?”

“According to Arim, nothing of the future is certain.” Aerolus took enjoyment in shaking up his easygoing brother. Cadmus assumed too much and took great delight in constantly teasing the rest of them. Well, now he’d have something to ponder besides returning to Tanselm.

Apparently some of his amusement must have shown, for Cadmus recovered enough to send Aerolus a small smile. “Nicely done, brother. You know, it’s scary. You’re more like Arim than I’d thought.”

“There are worse people you could liken me to.”

“True.” Cadmus laughed, his morose thoughts of marriage apparently behind him. “Take Darius. He’s more like a dark Djinn about to face the light of day—utterly unbearable. Too bad I have a date tonight or I’d visit Outpour just to piss him off.”

Aerolus grinned, stunning his brother with a show of honest emotion. “I wouldn’t mind seeing that. I have a feeling he’s not into sharing this particular woman. And if he’s as frustrated as he seemed earlier, it’s going to take all of his effort not to scare her away.”

Chapter Four

Three hours into the night and Samantha felt wonderful, not at all like she had on her previous visit to Outpour. Gerry Huntington was as pleasant in person as he’d been from her dealings with him on the phone. He’d personally hired all of his employees and had introduced her to each one present. Surprisingly, meeting Darius again had been anticlimactic. Save for the sparkle in his dark eyes, he acted friendly and courteously, not at all like the playboy from the night prior.

Not wanting to delve into her earlier dealings with him, she’d flashed him a warning look and continued with Gerry’s introductions. A gorgeous blonde named Ellie was apparently his favourite, and from what she had thus far observed of the woman, Samantha could clearly see why.

For the three hours she’d been watching, both Ellie and Darius worked nonstop. As bombarded by male patrons as Darius was by the females, Ellie had a ready smile and friendly efficiency that bolstered sales while encouraging an atmosphere of fun. A man carrying three drinks bumped her, interrupting her musings. Murmuring an apology, she neatly sidestepped him and saw Gerry conversing with one of the VIP patrons on a raised platform across the room. He nodded at her and she smile back encouragingly, not needing to pretend satisfaction with the huge crowd dominating Outpour. She had already noted a few things he might want to change to increase profits, but advertising to increase patronage wasn’t one of them.

She noted the majority of women plaguing the bartenders near Darius’ station and forced herself to keep her attention on the dance floor.

The minute she had left him after Gerry’s introduction, she’d felt his eyes on her. Despite not wanting to renew their acquaintance from before, she’d been tempted to chastise him for causing such a scene in public this morning, even knowing she had no right to do so. She couldn’t help remembering how it had felt to be dumped, and that Darius obviously cared so little for the woman he’d left crying in public, well, it made her feel that much worse for responding to his touch last night.

An arm shot around her waist, startling her out of her musings.

“Come on baby, dance with me,” a handsome blond man cajoled as he tugged her towards the dancefloor. “Someone as gorgeous as you shouldn’t be sitting on the sidelines.”

She glanced at the smiling stranger and shrugged. Why not? She’d see how the club felt from the middle of the crowded dancefloor.

Her partner introduced himself over the loud music as John, and as she moved closer to respond, she felt a tangible urge to step away.

A low growl came out of nowhere, but she didn’t see anyone near her expressing interest in her or her dancing partner. Without knowing why, her eyes found Darius glowering at her from the bar before he dismissed her and turned to another woman clamouring for his attention.

“Odd,” she muttered. She turned back to John with an apologetic smile. “I’m Samantha.” He nodded. After several minutes of dancing, he grinned when the music shifted to a more sensual beat and pulled her close, allowing her to feel every nuance of his aroused body.

Unfortunately for John, her body still hadn’t recovered from Darius, nor had she the inclination to indulge his forward actions.

“Thanks, but I have to get back to work,” she said and easily disentangled herself. She wanted to like him. He seemed like an ordinary guy and she found him pleasantly attractive. Maybe a short roll in the hay would diminish the aggravating attraction she felt for the he-man at the bar.

Again disapproval shot through her system with enough fire to burn her into acquiescence. She rubbed at her thundering heart and glanced around her, not surprised to see no one but John paying her any attention.

“Sorry, John. But I appreciated the dance.”

He shrugged and leaned close with a grin meant to entice. “I’ll be here all night, waiting and watching for a change of mind.” He licked his lips in what should have passed for a come-on but instead made her think he needed to hold back on the alcohol. He smelled like a brewery.

Making her way through the crowd, she returned to the sidelines of the dance floor, pondering her odd subconscious. Samantha always listened to the little voice inside her. But she couldn’t imagine why her inner voice had suddenly taken on a masculine tone. Perhaps more of her sexual frustration coming to the fore. She sighed. Whatever. She wasn’t here to fool around anyway. She had goals, she had discipline, and she had a job to do.

Disgusted at her lack of willpower, she resumed her professional persona and focused again on the dynamics within the club.

Gerry had a surefire hit with Outpour. The DJ, atmosphere and flowing alcohol clearly attested to a prosperous business. And the potential for growth was enormous.

She took out a small PDA and made notes on possible improvements and items she definitely wanted to emphasise as effective. An hour passed and she began to grow thirsty amid the hot bodies and pulsing lights, so she purposefully moved to the bar not occupied by Darius to order a water. Ellie, the head bartender, handed her a glass without pause.

The tall blonde wore a tight blue shirt that set off the bright blue of her eyes, and a thin gold rod piercing her navel accentuated her slim belly. Gerry had told her that though Ellie looked like a typical blonde bombshell, she was anything but. Highly intelligent and well-spoken, Ellie worked at Outpour only to ’finance her future’, as she liked to say—whatever that was. Gerry had been agonising over losing her since he’d contacted Samantha. Hiring Darius had been a breakthrough but still wouldn’t heal the tear when Ellie left.

“Looks hot out there,” Ellie said, nodding to the dance floor as she filled another order.

“It is.” Samantha closed her eyes and swallowed her water. Nothing had ever tasted better. “So how are things on your end?”

“Just a sec.” Ellie smiled as she worked, easily able to multitask as she prepared an order for a waitress while taking the order of the patron leaning closest to her over the bar. “I love the rush,” she said as she handed the waitress her drinks and prepared another. “Of course, I’m not as crowded as Darius and Mike over there.” She nodded towards the bar opposite her. “But in another hour or so the men will start pouring through those doors knowing the women are here.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Happens every week like clockwork, or at least it has since Darius started.” Ellie paused to stare. “You’d have to be dead not to notice how hot he is.”

Samantha glanced over her shoulder at the man surrounded by women. “So why not make a play yourself?” Ignoring the tingle of irrational jealousy, she studied Ellie. “You’re popular enough, judging from your share of admirers,” she said, seeing the men around Ellie angling for her attention, and not just for the alcohol.

Ellie grinned. “I’ve tried. He politely but firmly said no.”

Surprised, Samantha stared at Darius. She wouldn’t have pegged him as so discerning, but recalling the expensive blonde he’d been with earlier in the day, perhaps his tastes ran to the more sophisticated.

“And to be honest, it’s for the best. There’s no spark there.”

“No spark?”

“You know, chemistry? When I stand near him, I just want to look at him.” Ellie grinned. “He’s handsome, but not my type. Weird, huh?”

Ignoring her relief, Samantha asked if there was anything she could do to help when the number of orders increased.

“If you wouldn’t mind, would you grab me some more Zinfandel and J.D. from the basement? They’ve been stacked and ready to move for an hour, but Sean and Maggie have been stuck helping me.”

“Sure. Just use the freight elevator, right?” Gerry had shown it to her earlier, under the now working basement lights.

“Yeah. Once you bring it up, just let Sean know. ” Ellie turned to help the next customer and Samantha left to grab the supplies. She refused to glance at Darius before she left, more determined than ever to avoid him in the future.

The minute Samantha left the floor Darius turned to Mike. “I’m going to grab some more house bottles. Need anything while I’m gone?”

“Yeah, a break,” Mike muttered under his breath as another customer grabbed his attention.

“Carla and Todd are working their butts off and here comes Dave to take my place.” Darius raised his voice to be heard over the women vying for his attention. “Sorry ladies,” he apologised and nodded towards Dave, “but I have an errand to run. Be right back. Until then, Dave’s your man.”

Several complaints floated but Darius ignored them. He’d been waiting all night for the opportunity to corner Samantha. And he couldn’t have asked for a better window. She had disappeared behind the ’employees only‘ door, no doubt to help Ellie, who seemed overrun with men wanting more than drink.

He shook his head and followed after Samantha. Too bad Ellie did nothing to heat his blood. She had the looks, the brains, hell, a body to kill for. But something about her failed to draw him. Samantha, on the other hand…

He found her in the basement struggling to unlock a loaded dolly and quietly crept behind her.

“Back in the basement again, hmm?” he said in a soft voice, grinning when she screamed and spun around to face him. He caught a subtle whiff of perfume that went straight to his head and narrowed his intent focus.

She looked good enough to eat.

Her eyes sparkled with anger and she crossed her arms over full breasts, her mouth a tight line of pink indulgence. “Don’t you have a job you should be doing? Why are you down here when your bar is overloaded with customers?”

She sounded high and mighty, her husky voice surprisingly prim. She made him want to throw her down on the cold floor and fuck her until she screamed his name, begging for mercy.

Something of his desire must have shown in his eyes for she backed away nervously. “Darius?” She cleared her throat and planted her feet, though he could see the tension in her tight frame. “I asked you a question.”

He smiled, a feline grin not meant to reassure. “I followed you down here, Samantha.” Her name rolled off his lips like molten hunger. Before this night was through, he intended to conquer Samantha, to once and for all purge her from his thoughts. “Now why don’t we finish what you started last night?” he asked silkily and stepped closer.

“Last night?” She had to tilt her head to look up at him. “What I started? Are you saying I initiated those touches? That embrace?” She glared at him and poked him in the chest, her nerves vanishing in a flash. “Look, Darius, you came on to me.” She scowled at him, making him wonder just what she’d found so disgusting about his behaviour last night. He clearly remembered her body’s response to his nearness, and it had been more than welcoming. “You lost the blonde today at breakfast, so now you want to try me on for size? Forget it.”

He frowned. “What blonde? And what the hell are you talking about?”

“What?” she asked innocently. “Can’t remember her name? Or are you finally feeling guilty for dumping her in public?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. The only woman on my mind lately is an irritating consultant with flashing green eyes and honey-spun hair.”

Before she could say anything, he yanked her to him, pressing her against him to let her know of his intent. Her eyes darkened, a dusky leaf-green colour that made him think of the wild forests of Tanselm. And when her nipples brushed his chest, she created a storm of need that had him pressing harder against her.

He felt no shame in sharing his want. His cock felt unbearably full. And despite the battle raging within her, he could sense her passion equalled his. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and smelled the feminine desire emanating from her very core.

She shoved at him once, then again, trying desperately to break his hold. When he looked down at her, he saw the confusion lining her face, her lips parted in silent question. She met his fierce gaze and like a switch that had been thrown, she stopped struggling, her gaze wandering from his eyes to his mouth.

Taking the opportunity as an invitation, he wasted no more time. With a swiftness that took her breath, he latched onto her luscious lips, groaning at the contact. She tasted sweet, fresh and dangerously addictive. At first her body tightened, then after a moment melted in his arms.

Fierce satisfaction blazed through him, setting his body aflame. Excitement grew to a fevered pitch as she not only returned his kiss, but met his tongue with her own in an aggressive battle of wills.

Several lightbulbs popped, leaving the basement in darkness save for a dim light against the wall, throwing them in the shadows. He couldn’t believe this woman had such an effect on him. With just a kiss she made him lose control of his powers, made him want to unleash all his frustrations and hungers in her scorchingly lush body.

He deepened the kiss, trailing his lips across her cheek to her throat as he brought a hand around to her front. She moaned his name as he sucked her neck and gasped when his hand stole under her shirt to caress her lace-cupped breast.

Rocking against her, he left no doubt as to what he intended. On the cold floor, against the wall, it didn’t matter as long as he felt her melt around him. And bless the Light she felt the same, for her hands crept around his waist, pulling him closer as a part of her cried out, More.

Touch me, he answered, mentally linking them closer while he ravaged her body. He deftly unfastened her bra beneath her shirt and quickly stripped her of both garments. Then he removed his shirt, needing to feel her flesh against his.

She rasped his name and his desire increased threefold. He could feel her need pressing at him, demanding he give her what she wanted. Startled at her response, one he might have expected had she been from Tanselm, he couldn’t help taking a breath to study the passionate creature before him.

“I want you,” she said breathlessly, eyeing his broad chest with slumberous eyes. “I need you inside me.”

Her face flushed and her lips swollen, she made him think of everything that was feminine and desirable, everything a man could ever want.

Not able to understand the powerful urge to take her, he nonetheless stripped out of his clothes in record time and knelt to remove the rest of her garments. On his knees, he jerked her clothes down, his mouth dry as he eyed her golden curls glistening with desire—for him.

Unable to resist, he parted her thighs enough to push a finger deep inside her, glorying in her erotic response. She felt so tight around him, her passage slick with cream, her nub tight and ripe. He rubbed his thumb against her clit and watched her arch her head back as she begged for release.

So passionate, so responsive.

He lost patience, stood, and stripped the remaining clothes from her body before backing her against the nearest concrete wall. Their forms played in the shadows, and despite the dim light around them he saw her clearly, a beautiful spirit of light shining just for him. He dropped to his knees and spread her thighs wide, waiting until she made eye contact again.

“Mine,” he growled and pressed his mouth to her mound.

Samantha forgot to breathe, forgot to care about making love in a public place. Everything had ceased to exist the moment she surrendered to overwhelming temptation and accepted his sexual offering.

Her heart felt as if it would leave her chest as she felt his hot mouth licking and nipping at her clit. His tongue, oh my God. He pressed up into her, lapping at her arousal and she felt her orgasm fast approaching. Like a huge wave, her climax seemed to grow and build, hovering before it would come crashing down over her.

She stared down at Darius, the coldness at her back forgotten as she saw his eyes closed in ecstasy, his mouth buried against her flesh. He nipped and sucked at her clit and she grasped his head, running her fingers through his soft hair to urge him on. She had never before been so on fire, so totally lost in another.

Nothing mattered but the inferno Darius stoked, the utter rapture that she knew waited just beyond her reach.

So close to the edge, on the verge of climax, and he stopped. “Darius, please,” she gasped, desperately needing to come. But the primal look in his eyes froze her. He looked almost inhuman, his eyes glittering with a strange red light reminiscent of her dream.

In a blur he rose to his feet and caught her in his arms. He lifted her off her feet, positioned himself between her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist. Moaning softly, she closed her eyes when she felt his lips pulling on her nipple.

She pushed against him, arching her hips, and was rewarded when she felt the head of his massive penis pressing into her. So slick with need, she accommodated him easily until she realised she had only taken a part of him.

He moved slowly, as if waiting for her to see him. Glancing into his eyes, she mouthed, “yes” before sealing their lips together. He began thrusting his tongue into her mouth, over and over as he pushed further into her core.

Stretched and filled more than she could have imagined, she moaned into his mouth as he fully slid inside her. He stilled for a minute, letting her feel all of him. But her body was on fire. Nothing and no one existed save Darius and the way he made her feel.

Pressing back against the wall to ease his intrusion, she suddenly shoved forward again, rocking her hips against him in hopes of regaining the delicious friction of his arousal pulsing within her.

He groaned and began thrusting, mimicking the action with his tongue. A wave of intense heat surrounded them, shimmering around Samantha like part of a dream. It was too intense, too encompassing to be real, but she was too far gone to care.

His groin rubbed her clit as he pounded into her, his thrusts deeper as he increased the tempo and intensity.

He broke from her mouth as he thrust, staring into her eyes. “Come around me, my fire, take all of me,” he said thickly.

Samantha could only hold on as her body suddenly exploded. Staring into his fathomless eyes, she climaxed violently, clutching at him as her body shook.

“Samantha,” he groaned as he thrust one last time, deep and hard. He stilled and shuddered, and she could actually feel him spurting inside her. Like the ripples of an aftershock, his orgasm enhanced her own, making her squeeze him tighter until they were both utterly spent.

For timeless moments they stayed that way, his heavy body leaning against her, pinning her to the wall while he pulsed inside her, drenching her womb with warm, wet seed.

Samantha finally caught her breath, aware now of the coldness against her back, of the trickle of moisture sliding down her legs. His laboured breathing calmed as they stood together, and he slowly withdrew. She closed her eyes, already missing his presence within her. When she opened her eyes, it was to find him staring at her with an indiscernible expression, the same expression he’d had when they’d first met.

Last night.

In a flash, reality crashed over her. She had just had sex, no, make that incredible, mind-blowing sex, with Darius Storm, a man who only hours earlier had broken some other woman’s heart.

The wetness between her thighs startled her further.

She couldn’t believe she’d been so stupid to have had unprotected sex with a stranger. Even with Josh she’d always insisted he use a condom.

Confused and more than a little frightened of her intense reaction to the dark-haired sex magnet staring at her, she swallowed loudly, not sure of what to say.

He frowned at her, studying her like a puzzle. Yet he didn’t speak. The silence soon became awkward and her nudity embarrassing. As the ugliness of reality returned, she wondered how much time had passed, if anyone had ventured down to the basement and seen them having sex.

Oh Lord.

“No one saw anything,” Darius said in a low voice. He continued to stare at her. “We are completely alone.”

She chanced a look at him and saw to her amazement he had grown hard again. Distracted, she finally assuaged her curiosity and saw him fully nude for the first time.

The image was breathtaking.

Broad shouldered and heavily muscled, from his chest to his thighs to his calves, Darius looked like male perfection. His penis was huge, thick and long, glistening with her juices, making him all the more enticing.

He obviously wanted her again, and to her amazement she felt her loins pool with desire, but she shook her head. She’d already made a huge mistake having sex with him while at work. Why compound the error?

“We need to get back,” she said, wetting her dry lips with her tongue. He followed the action like a snake about to strike. All too easily she envisioned him plastering his mouth to hers, swallowing her cries of passion as he licked and stroked her mouth.

She blinked to gather her thoughts and realised in her gross ogling that she had yet to put on any clothes.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” she murmured as she hurried to gather and don what clothes she could find. Talk about sizzling passion. Darius had thrown her clothes everywhere, and the lack of lighting in the basement didn’t help matters.

A flare of light above her suddenly illuminated her search and she froze, thinking they’d been discovered.

“It’s just me,” Darius said quietly. “I see some of your clothes over there.”

She quickly grabbed them and threw them on, then slipped into her shoes. I can’t believe I just had earth-shattering sex with Darius Storm. She risked a glance in his direction and saw him completely dressed, his gaze resting on her questioningly.

As she straightened, she cringed to feel her underwear clinging to her. He came inside me. Panic set in as fears assaulted her. What the hell was I thinking?

Darius’ lips turned up at the corners. “I have no sexual dysfunction.”

“What?” she asked blankly.

“I am not diseased. And you don’t need to worry about babies.”

She stared at him slack jawed. Was he reading her mind? His eyes twinkled as if in humour, dark black and perfectly normal, and her confusion melted into renewed desire. Desperate to escape before she repeated her mistake, she stood to her full height and forced herself to give him a tepid glance. Best to end things on her terms before he crushed her dignity. Besides, this way she could walk away, or rather run, to gather what little control she thought she possessed.

“It’s been fun, Darius. Incredible, really,” she added with a small, bland smile, her emotions a mess. She could only be glad she sounded convincing for he frowned. “But I’ve got work to do upstairs. Thanks for…everything.”

She turned her back on him and struggled to unlock the wheels of the dolly. When he reached around her she tensed, but he only depressed the locked latch, freeing her to move. Releasing a pent-up breath, she pushed the mound of liquor onto the freight elevator.

Casually turning to press the elevator release, she couldn’t help looking at him. Unspeaking, they stared at one another until the elevator engaged and she could no longer see him. Once out of his sight she slumped against the wall, her emotions making fireworks inside her heart.

She didn’t want to return upstairs as if nothing monumental had happened, but she refused to give him the upper hand. He couldn’t know how deeply their intimacy had affected her, especially since she had yet to get a handle on her blazing feelings.

The rest of the night passed by in a blur since she kept herself busy helping Ellie and the others. She studiously avoided Darius and his side of the club, both relieved and annoyed that he didn’t seek her out to say anything.

When the hour reached two in the morning she decided she’d had enough. She left the club after checking in with Gerry and caught a cab back to her hotel. But once away from the noise, her thoughts strayed to Darius and refused to leave him.

Chapter Five

The next morning Darius stared blankly out the bay window at the faint outline of Mount Olympus in the distance. After two hours of restless tossing and turning, he’d given up any hope of sleep and left the confines of his bedroom. Unfortunately, the view of the mountains didn’t sooth him as it usually did. He still couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Much as he’d wanted to grab Samantha and drag her from the bar last night, he’d needed time to process what exactly had transpired between them. Great sex was one thing, but what they had shared, well, he didn’t know what to make of it.

One of his brothers passed by the window, breaking his concentration. Shit. He’d hoped for some quiet. His brothers were never up at this hour. He stared at the intruder with a frown, wanting to curse but unsure who to address.

At times being one of four identical siblings could be more than confusing, like now when one of his brothers wore standard jeans and a white T-shirt. Only when the intruder’s head shifted and bright blue eyes darted towards him did Darius realise it was Marcus who interrupted his solitude.

“If it isn’t my big brother the fire starter,” Marcus drawled in that superior voice that grated on Darius’ nerves. Cadmus and Aerolus were bad enough in the morning, but Marcus’ superiority complex could be downright enraging. Despite his irritation, a part of Darius silently cheered. It looked as if a fight might break the frustrated confusion plaguing him.

He glared. “Shouldn’t you be fleecing people for their money, away from here?” Hell, did any of his brothers work anymore?

Marcus shrugged. “I’m taking a day off. After yesterday, I need the break. Darla made a scene.”

“Darla?”

“You remember, the stacked blonde who loves wearing dead animals?” He made a face. “I just couldn’t take anymore. Besides, she started to grow clingy.” Marcus gave a mock shudder. “I had to get out.”

Something Samantha had said stuck in his mind, and Darius narrowed his gaze on his brother. “You didn’t happen to break off with her in public, did you?”

“She started it, but so what?”

“So I got blamed for your lack of discretion,” he growled. “Next time shake free of your women in private.”

“What are you talking about? Who’s blaming you for what?” Marcus went into the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee, then joined him on the couch. After a thorough scrutiny of Darius, he smiled.

“What?” Darius silently encouraged his brother to be as obnoxious as possible to justify a sound thrashing.

“Nothing.” Marcus continued to smile. “You look tired.”

“I only finished work a few hours ago.”

“So what are you doing awake?”

“You’re as nosy as Aerolus,” Darius muttered, annoyed. Apparently Marcus sensed his need for a fight for he grinned apologetically and held his hands up in surrender.

Damn.

Since a battle wasn’t forthcoming, and to take his mind from Samantha, Darius prodded Marcus’ mind. Like Aerolus and Cadmus, Marcus remained closed. But Darius could sense a well of amusement laced with surprise.

“I felt that.”

Darius remained still. “Felt what?”

“That touch on my mind. You need more practice.” Marcus snorted. “Like everything else you do, you’re too heavy-handed.”

“Care to explain that?” he asked in a low voice.

“No way. Not when you’ve got that look in your eyes.” Marcus turned his head and focused on the coffeepot. As if controlled by invisible strings, the coffeepot disengaged from the brewer and poured coffee into a cup on the counter. The cup then floated smoothly, bridging the distance from the kitchen to Marcus’ outstretched fingers.

“Never seen you do that before.”

“I’ve been practicing.” Marcus’ eyes narrowed. “You don’t seem surprised.”

“Aerolus told us yesterday.”

Marcus frowned. “Figures. It’s almost impossible to keep anything secret from him. Funny, but before I knew about our relation to Arim, I always thought Aerolus took after the sorcerer.” He took a large swallow of coffee before his eyes widened on something beyond Darius. “And speak of the devil…”

Darius felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He turned to look behind him and saw a black void gather, drawing energy to it like a magnet. Arim stepped through the inky blackness and in a flash the doorway closed.

Upon seeing Darius and Marcus, Arim frowned. “Where are the other two? I don’t have much time.”

“Nice to see you, too.” Darius stared at Arim hungrily, needing the connection to Tanselm almost more than breath.

Arim looked as he always did, smouldering, arrogant and dangerous, and wearing a blatant mantle of magic. He no longer wore his battledress, however, making Darius think the battle had calmed.

“Not yet.” Arim held up a hand to forestall Darius’ questions. “Gather the others so I only have to explain this once, and do it quickly.”

Darius stared at Marcus until his ’younger‘ brother rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath. Despite the mere seconds between their births, Darius never failed to remind the others who was the oldest, and thus in charge. Once Marcus vaulted over the couch and sprinted up the stairs, Darius turned to his uncle.

“And how is Mother?”

“Fine.” Arim replied in a short voice, his gaze roaming the room. “At least you finally found a proper living space.” His eyes shone, what passed for amusement lighting his face.

Darius shrugged, striving to contain the fiery impatience gathering within him but unable to curtail his hostility. “The luck of magic. Cadmus thinks a lottery will ruin Tanselm. Personally, I don’t care. I just want to return home.”

His harsh tenor had the sorcerer frowning. “I know you have little patience for this world, Darius, and little patience in general.” Arim stared intently into Darius’ eyes. “But you’ll need more than patience if you’re to return home.”

The others joined them, nixing the opportunity to ask Arim exactly what he hadn’t said.

“Good, you’re all here.” Arim stared at all the brothers, seeming content when they made eye contact with him. “I have good news, and bad.” He paused. “You may be coming home sooner than we thought.”

Darius blinked. “What could be bad about that?”

“You had to ask,” Marcus muttered.

“Much as we need you four to strengthen the four corners of Tanselm, we need you alive and well.”

“We’re fine,” Cadmus interjected.

Arim silenced him with a look. “You’re fine for now. One of our most trusted men infiltrated the Djinn stronghold and informed us this world has been compromised.”

Darius stared. “Compromised? By who, and for how long?”

Arim scowled, the anger radiating from him like a heat wave. “The Djinn. Apparently they’ve been aware of your transport since you arrived.”

Darius let out a bellow of anger and disbelief, conscious that his brothers joined his rage. Even Aerolus, the most even-tempered of the bunch, questioned Arim, wondering at the information.

“How do you know this to be true?” he asked. “If the Djinn were here, we’d surely have been attacked by now. Since our arrival we’ve been on our guard but have detected no magic. How then do the Djinn survive? Especially since they cannot live under the light of day?”

“I’m not sure yet.” Arim didn’t look happy at the admission. “But it may be the light from this world isn’t strong enough to combat their darkness, or perhaps they only venture out at night. At any rate, once I learned of this new threat, I discussed it with your mother.”

When he didn’t say more, Darius swore. “And?”

“And she still thinks you’re safer here than at home.”

Unable to stop himself, Darius lashed out in a rage. His anger found the coffeepot, shattering glass over the counter. With a narrowing of his eyes, Marcus cooled the glass with a sudden mist. “But what do you think?” he asked the sorcerer.

“For once I disagree with her. You’re in a greater danger here. Despite the lack of magic on this plane, enough exists to support the Djinn’s presence, thus enough magic exists here to hurt you.”

“But our affai?”

Darius rolled his eyes; Aerolus had to ask.

“They are here. I wanted to give you more time, time to court them properly, to test their mettle before you brought them home. But I fear we no longer have that luxury.” Arim retrieved a necklace bearing a diamond-like crystal from inside his tunic.

Aerolus caught his breath. Marcus stared in amazement. But Darius sneered. How typical of Arim to make things as difficult as possible.

“A Knowing Crystal,” Cadmus murmured.

“A tool that would have helped us when we first landed here a year ago.” Darius glared. “Why the hell would you have kept this from us knowing how much we’re needed at home?”

Arim ignored him and nodded at Cadmus. “Yes, a Knowing Crystal. I’m not sure how well it will work here, but it still contains the energy and memories of all the Storm Lords before you. Simply wear it around your neck and when you have found your affai, you will know.”

“But with only one crystal, three of us will be in the dark concerning potential mates,” Aerolus pointed out.

Darius set nearby curtains on fire, uncaring of Arim’s displeasure. “Why didn’t you give us this before we left, you bastard?”

Arim stilled. Then he frowned—a very bad sign. The temperature around the group grew freezing and the fire immediately faded. “Watch your tone with me, Darius. Kin or not, no one talks to a Valens like that without severe repercussions.”

Beyond care, Darius stepped forward, only to be held back by his brothers.

“This isn’t helping,” Marcus murmured in his ear. “He won’t kill you, but he can make your life miserable.”

“More than it is now?” Darius growled. But he saw the danger in Arim’s stance, understood the need to curb his temper and deal with the situation they now faced. He would brood about Arim’s deception later. Nodding a forced apology to his uncle, he nevertheless felt relief when the room temperature returned to normal.

“Aerolus,” Arim said, “in response to your worry that only one of you may use the crystal at one time, thereby putting the other three of you in jeopardy of bypassing your mates, I have an answer for you. Watch the crystal.” He dangled the crystal and all watched as it began to rotate, spinning faster and faster the longer Arim held it.

Arim began an incantation and his eyes grew impossibly dark. Darius felt the power run from Arim to him, both thrilling and unnerving. He could feel the crystal pulling at him, seeking something within him. But he was helpless to look away from its crystalline beauty. After a timeless pause, his gaze slid to Arim, the sorcerer’s black stare leeching his will until he swayed on his feet. Only when Arim blinked did Darius’ frailty pass.

Uncomfortable with Arim’s power, he turned to see what his brothers thought and saw all eyes on him. “What?” he asked, discomfited to have shown any weakness. In all the myths surrounding the Knowing Crystals, he’d never heard of anyone suffering ill effects from their presence. He turned suspiciously to Arim.

“Darius shall wear it first.” So saying, Arim placed the necklace around Darius’ throat. Before he could protest, Darius watched as the crystal turned a blood red, then burned itself through his shirt and painlessly into his chest in the shape of a red diamond.

“How does it come off?” Darius traced the new tattoo, a strange feeling of urgency filling him as his fingers lingered over the crystal now embedded in his skin.

“It will remove itself after a true joining has occurred, then pass to the next in need.”

“You mean after Darius bonds with his affai, one of us will be chosen to find our supposed mate,” Marcus said matter-of-factly, staring at his oldest brother. “Hell, we’ll die in this realm.” He groaned.

“Very funny.” Darius looked up to see a flash of satisfaction pass over Arim’s face. Distrust rose swiftly, followed by a certain realisation. “That was more than the Knowing Crystal. What exactly did you do to me?”

“Nothing you haven’t already done to yourself.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Anger festered. But the crystal muddied his mind, turning his anger into a burning need to find…someone. Someone to fill the aching void growing within him.

“It means you’ve already met your mate,” Aerolus answered, worry shadowing his pale grey eyes. “Now you have to find her, join with her, and convince her to give up everything she knows to live with you—in a place she won’t believe exists—forever.”

Silence filled the room and Arim vanished as if he’d never been there. They all stared at one another before Cadmus broke the silence.

“We’re doomed.”

Samantha mewed softly, terror shaking her sweating body in the icy hotel room. Turning her head from side to side, she tried to shake free from the nightmare gripping her. Instead, hellish images bombarded her, and with eyes wide open and unseeing, she stared into the maw of an uncertain actuality…

Like a blurred image that has yet to be sharpened into reality, the cloaked figure shimmered as it moved over once blazing fields of tall, white grass. Whatever the figure touched, it destroyed. Grasses withered into decayed mounds of putrid pulp over reddish grey soil—no longer black and rich with nutrients. Now the soil nourished nothing but decay.

Leaving a blatant trail of decomposition in its wake, the hazy figure floated into the flames of a dimensional gateway into a heretofore-unseen realm.

But like an omniscient navigator, Samantha watched everything unfold with burning eyes, unable to look away from the evil abundant in her dream.

The indistinct features of the cloaked creature sharpened into a grotesque mask as it lowered its hood. No longer obscured in a world not its own, the creature thrived in its homeworld, in the dark shadows between the light.

Her eyes followed the sickly yellow claws protruding from frayed sleeves that still clung to its hood. Bony hands made it look like a living skeleton, appropriate for the dark coffin of a room it had entered. She followed the hands, soon unable to look away from the horrible sight of the creature’s face.

A misshapen head devoid of hair sat like a lump of melted wax on a papery thin neck. The creature had two ears, each pointed at the tips and overly long, sitting high on either side of its head. And its head…she shivered. Its head was a mottled accumulation of black and sallow bruises, with two huge, round white eyes sitting over a gaping mouth filled with rows of sharp, black teeth.

It had no nose to smell the lingering stench of death that pervaded the room in which it stood, and Samantha had to wonder if the odour came from the creature or the dark place itself.

The creature finally let go of its hood and shuffled forward, clumsily stepping towards a figure bent over a marble table.

With those blank, white eyes it looked at a man so beautiful he could have been an angel. Shaggy white blond hair caged a perfectly proportioned face, all planes and angles and masculine lines. Full, blood red lips stood out from alabaster skin, skin that appeared silky smooth and fine as a baby’s.

The man glanced up at the creature and sadness lurked in the startlingly indigo-blue depths of his gaze. “Ah, Mirego, you brought a visitor. I had so hoped you would be more careful.” Shaking his head, he stared unblinkingly at Mirego while twin beams of blue fire streaked from his eyes, lighting his minion into flames.

Mirego shrieked, an awful sound that made Samantha’s head feel as if it might split in two. Then the creature burst into ash, its form smouldering near the man’s feet.

The man looked up, it seemed, straight at Samantha. Despite her not really being there, despite the fact that she dreamed, the man saw her, knew her.

“His fire won’t save you, affai,” he whispered, his lips curled in an inviting grin, his eyes flat and cold. “The prince’s affection will only bring you pain the likes of which you’ve never experienced.”

A slashing burn whipped her throat, making it suddenly impossible to speak or swallow. Coldness consumed her, until she thought death preferable to the absence of warmth in her body.

“Join him and you bring death to your entire world,” he warned.

Samantha opened her mouth to scream out for help. But the man moved closer and reached out, his lips gathering for a kiss she knew would be worse than deadly.

“For luck, perhaps?” He smiled, exposing pointed white teeth.

Fighting the urge to draw closer to him for all she was worth, she gradually became aware of a forceful pounding. The noise grew, drowning out the man’s features and the evil place where he dwelled… Then suddenly she was staring at the ceiling in her hotel room while someone banged violently upon her door.

“Dammit, Samantha, open the door.”

Her heart still racing from the worst nightmare she’d ever experienced, Samantha tried to catch her breath as she sat up in bed.

“Hold on,” she said as loudly as she was able, her voice a pained whisper. She clutched her sore neck, slowly putting the frightening dream behind her. Clearing her throat, she said in a louder voice, “I’m coming. Hold on a minute.”

As the fog gradually cleared from her mind, she recognised Darius’ bellow. Clutching her flannel nightshirt at the collar to still her trembling hands, she dragged herself unsteadily to the door. Taking a deep breath, she strove for calm. After last night she’d need all her wits dealing with the king of all temptation.

He yelled her name again and her nervousness vanished under a wave of irritation. At the rate he was going, he’d have her entire floor complaining about her to the management. And it was only, she squinted at the clock, her eyes widening in dismay, eight in the morning. Whipping the door open, she grabbed him by the arm and yanked him inside, then slammed the door behind him.

“Why didn’t you answer me sooner?” he asked impatiently, his eyes travelling over her mussed hair and thin flannel nightshirt with interest.

“It’s eight o’clock in the morning. I was still sleeping.” Her dry tone didn’t have the effect she’d been striving for uttered in a hoarse whisper. “I have a sore throat. I must be coming down with something.” Yeah, a neurotic night terror about an alternate world filled with monsters and evil demons.

He must have heard something in her voice for he frowned, his eyes narrowing in what looked like concern. He closed the distance between them and parted her hair from her neck, stroking her throat softly.

Then his touch froze. “What is this?” He pressed gently against the heart of pain spearing her throat and she gasped. It seemed as if an icicle had rammed into her neck, cold blasting her from the point where his thumb touched her skin deep into her oesophagus.

“Cut it out,” she croaked. “That hurts!”

“By the Light of Tanselm,” he said in a thick voice full of worry and anger. “You’ve been marked.”

Before she could ask what he meant, he grabbed her shoulders hard and yanked her close to him, pulling her almost off her feet so that her face nearly touched his.

His eyes blazed, a strange red burning through the black of his irises. “You’re playing with danger, Samantha. Do you have any idea how lucky you are to be alive?” As if realising the harsh grip he had on her arms, he swore and lightened his hold.

“Back off, He-Man,” she rasped, trying to break free from his grasp. “I’ve had it with being manhandled. As if blondie wasn’t enough,” she grumbled and rubbed her throat, her eyes daring him to get rough with her again.

His gaze grew curiously shuttered. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His apology sounded strangled. She could tell he didn’t give them often. “How did this happen? This should not have been possible.”

He finally let her go and she made a beeline for the bed and sank down. “I’m really confused.” She wrapped her hand around her throat and felt the spot that had alerted Darius. The size of a quarter, an icy patch of skin throbbed where she touched it. She turned to look in the dresser mirror across from the bed.

Nothing marred her skin, no sign of bruising or scratching. Yet the area was ice-cold to the touch. “This is getting weirder by the second.” She looked back at Darius, noting the stiffness of his posture. “One minute I’m having a nightmare, the next you’re pounding on my door, and suddenly I’ve got an ice block around my vocal cords. And what are you talking about, I’ve been marked?”

He carefully wiped all expression from his face, making her more nervous than if he’d yelled at her again. “Before I explain, describe to me this blond man you mentioned. What exactly did he do to you?”

Tension rose in the room like a blazing bonfire. “It’s a little, ah, complicated.” She hedged, not wanting to delve into her odd penchant for dreaming about the future. Though in this case, the psycho blond had mauled her in the present. So somehow her dreams were now reality?

“You won’t believe me.”

“Try me,” he said in quiet voice.

His dark eyes blazed with truth, and she felt a sudden compulsion to tell him everything.

I’ll believe you.

She blinked. He couldn’t have just said that. His mouth remained closed yet she’d heard his voice. She shook her head, trying to make sense of it all. Glancing up at him, she studied his towering frame. She should have felt apprehensive around the menace he exuded. Instead she felt safe.

Hell. Maybe she was finally going crazy. Normal people didn’t visualise the future, didn’t hear voices, and sure as hell didn’t see demonic figures that marked them in real life. She rubbed at her eyes. Maybe the stress of dealing with last night’s unbelievably spectacular sex had shattered her sanity.

“Tell me, Samantha,” Darius said again in a firm but quiet voice.

She sighed. “Fine. But I warn you it sounds crazy.” She described her ability haltingly, then the dream in detail, leaving nothing out. He remained silent throughout her tale, merely stared at her with his fathomless gaze. “And right when he was about to kiss me,” she paused and shuddered, “you knocked on the door. I honestly don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been here.”

She frowned then. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t answer. Instead he sat down beside her on the bed and reached out to stroke her throat. His fingers felt overly warm, brushing her skin like the fluttering of butterfly wings, simultaneously easing the constriction on her throat while stoking the flames of desire he’d so easily stirred last night.

Her face flamed and she thought she saw an answering heat flare in his eyes. How easy it would be to lean forward and kiss that skilled mouth of his.

God, had it only been last night?

Swallowing hard, she forced herself to move back, needing to preserve what small sense of self she had left. In just moments he was going to tell her she was nuts, or worse, call the men in white coats to pay her a visit.

He frowned when she withdrew, and opened his mouth as if to say something. Here it comes, she thought.

“Samantha,” he paused, “it isn’t safe for you here.”

She blinked. “What?”

“I want you to come with me.”

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” She eyed him shrewdly. “What is it you’re not telling me, Darius?”

He stood and stared down at her with a familiar gleam of impatience. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but the end result will be the same.”

She stood, absently noting the pain in her throat had completely vanished. Her eyes narrowed. “You’re an arrogant bastard, you know that?”

“It isn’t arrogance that makes you feel this.” And in an instant he sealed her protest with a soul-shattering kiss.

Lips like silk slid over hers, hot and supple with promise. Like catching a flaming tiger by the tail, she was well and truly snared. Much as she wanted to deny what he did to her, she couldn’t resist him.

“Tell me I am alone in this,” he muttered as he trailed his mouth over her neck, his hands roaming lower. He undressed her before she understood his intent. And by then, she was too far gone to care. “Is it my touch alone that makes us burn? I am consumed with need, on fire to have you, no matter the cost.”

So saying he sought her mouth again, showing her with his lips and tongue the passion he claimed. His hands found her thighs, rubbing and pressing her closer to him, to the steely length prodding her core.

He slid one hand between her legs and groaned when he met bare skin. Then he plunged a finger inside her, making her arch into him despite her irritation that he could so easily control her.

“You’re so hot, so wet,” he said thickly and began thrusting his long finger in and out of her, mimicking the action with his tongue in her mouth.

Need welled within her, her desire so strong it bordered on pain. With trembling hands she reached for the fly of his jeans and reached inside. At her touch he groaned and swelled, his shaft like iron, a burning testament to the passion between them.

She quickly freed him from his jeans, briefly enjoying the velvety steel of his erection before he took control of the moment. Almost desperately, he shoved her hands away and threw her to the bed, immediately following. He landed between her thighs, his focus intent and unbreakable.

Sealing his mouth to hers, he drove deep inside her, sliding through her welcoming warmth with a moan. Then he began pumping, harder and harder, until they were one heartbeat. Over and over he plunged, riding her with a fierceness that fuelled the animal heat roaring for release within her.

“Samantha,” he rasped and stared into her eyes, his body pounding hers. “I need you. I can’t stop…” His loss of control pulled her deeper into the abyss until her heart felt as if would explode.

“Now, affai.” He rotated his hips, the friction on her clit unbearable, and thrust so hard she saw stars. She cried out his name as she climaxed, dimly aware he found his own release.

When she could catch her breath, she realised this time had been better than the last, that she hadn’t imagined his sexual potency. Her one irresponsible fling had turned into two flings, and irresponsible or not, she felt too limp, too sated to regret it.

“Good. Regrets are futile since we can’t undo what’s been done.” He flexed and she bit her lip, the feeling of him inside her deeply satisfying.

Unfortunately, he sighed with regret and withdrew. “But we do need to get moving. You’re hell on my discipline, woman.” Standing, he waited while she threw on the clothes she’d set aside to wear for the day, then helped her to her feet like a gentleman.

Surprised at his manners after his aggressive, sexual behaviour, she opened her mouth to tease him but shut it when the peculiarity of his comments dawned. She watched him in awe as one dark eyebrow quirked in an arrogant gesture he seemed to have perfected. Have you finally figured it out?

Her temples throbbed and her dry mouth made it difficult to swallow. As if dreams of demons and hearing voices weren’t enough, she’d just made love to a mind reader, one with blazing red eyes that couldn’t possibly be human.

Chapter Six

Darius could feel his eyes sparking with heat. Making love to Samantha hadn’t been smart, not at all. It had done nothing to sate him, and everything to make him want her again. Not a good time, considering what she’d recently been through.

Swearing under his breath, he brought his power under control, enough so that he knew his eyes cooled under the uncomfortable dark contacts he was forced to wear. Samantha simply continued to stare and he thought maybe he’d pushed her too far.

Sighing, he took her by the shoulders and looked down into her wide, stunned green gaze. “Look, I know all this is hard to believe. Trust me, I know the feeling all too well.” He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair.

Maybe ordering her to come with him had been harsh. His eyes lingered on her vulnerable neck. After what she’d been through, not only with ’Sin Garu but also with the combustible chemistry they seemed to share, she had a right to be wary.

“Samantha, I’m asking you to please come with me. I promise, once we’re at my house, I’ll answer all your questions and tell you more than you probably ever wanted to know.”

She stared at him, her gaze deep and assessing. “I’ll go with you,” she said slowly. “But I want you to promise you’ll stay out of my mind.”

He nodded, though it would take no small effort on his part to give her the space she desired. For some reason, his mind tuned to hers naturally, and the more he was around her, the less he was able to remain distant, both mentally and physically.

He didn’t feel comfortable with this sudden need for a constant ‘mental touch’, and the desire he felt when around her had not abated. Not at all. No, the orgasm he’d just experienced hadn’t sated him, merely made him hungry for more of Samantha’s delectable body.

As he watched her throw her things together into a bag, he wondered at the lack of spark in the crystal embedded in his skin. If Samantha was his true affai, the crystal should have been pulsating or doing, well, something. But it did nothing, merely sat like a scar on his chest.

Samantha finished packing her clothes in record time and he gratefully grabbed her bag, using the motion to take his mind off anything related to the word ‘affai’.

They walked to his truck in silence, his attention on the dark world around them, conscious now of the Djinn threat. Samantha, he imagined, was trying to come to grips with what had happened in her hotel room.

He had driven halfway to his house before she spoke.

“What is an affai?”

He turned to her in shock. “What?”

“Watch the road!”

He barely managed to avoid the car in front of him. “Where did you hear that?”

“From you.”

“When?” He didn’t remember mentioning anything about an affai to her. Hell, he had planned to avoid explaining that part of the story until he absolutely had to clarify it. The thought of marriage still made his stomach roll.

“When we were making love. You called me affai.”

His gaze remained on the road but he could see her blush out of the corner of his eye.

“It’s a term of affection, nothing more.” Why had he called her that? Granted, making love with her was better than anything he’d ever experienced, but great sex was a far cry from a lifetime of commitment.

The stupid crystal around his neck seemed no help. Despite not wanting an affai—not in the slightest, he told himself—he was disappointed the stone hadn’t reacted to Samantha.

Silently cursing the vexing stone burned into his skin, he knew it was best to keep any talk of a bride and permanence to himself, at least until he knew just what his connection with Samantha truly meant. Better to gauge her reaction to his explanation of Tanselm and the Storm Lords. No need to overwhelm her with talk of a binding future, especially if there wasn’t one.

For her part, Samantha seemed to accept his explanation and remained quiet the rest of the drive. Thirty minutes later he escorted her into his home, more than curious to see how she would react to his brothers. In Tanselm, a place where the Royal Four existed and were accepted, people continually stopped and stared when he and his brothers grouped together.

His mother liked to think it was ‘the sheer beauty of her four handsome sons’ clustered in one place that caused such awe, but Arim speculated the brothers’ energies bonded, charging the space around them with a powerful presence impossible to ignore.

Since entering this realm a year ago, Darius had brought only three other women to his home to meet his brothers. One of the women had been so intimidated she’d immediately broken off with him. The other two, he grimaced remembering, had boldly hinted at an open sexual relationship with him and his brothers, even after he’d tested the waters promising a more permanent relationship.

Disturbed by their greed, he’d ended their association without a qualm. As a general rule, he and his brothers didn’t share women, not about to allow a female to come between them. The women he’d brought home, however, he couldn’t have cared less about sharing. Their lack of principles disgusted him.

But now, with Samantha… He didn’t like the possessiveness he felt. He didn’t want to think of his reaction should she prove as fickle and shallow as the women he’d brought home. But more than that, he didn’t want to face the secret desire building within him should she prove a false hope.

The minute Samantha walked through the door of his fabulously expensive house and faced Darius’ family, she froze in what she hoped was the last shock of the day.

Darius had said little on the drive home. After being stunned by her mention of an ‘affai’, whatever that was, he’d made a short phone call. Apparently he hadn’t intended to bring her home until he saw her injury in the hotel room, for he made a rather vague explanation to whoever he talked to on the cell phone before grunting and hanging up.

When she’d questioned him about his home, he evaded her enquiry about his family and grew stiffly silent. Not that she expected small talk from Darius, but even a comment about the weather might have eased the tension in his rickety truck. Tired, she accepted the quiet. She might have reacted differently had she not still been recovering from the nightmare from hell and from her astonishing lack of control when it came to Darius.

Now, however, she wished she’d pressed him. Darius Storm was one of four identical quadruplets. Identical. Quadruplets. Good Lord, that a man as good-looking as Darius existed boggled the mind. But to see four of him, all standing together, well, it was all she could do to keep from drooling.

She stood inside the foyer staring at all of them, unsure of what to say. They possessed a magnetism she found irresistible, and as she adjusted to their presence, her eyes drifted automatically to the annoyed man next to her.

Darius eyed her like a cat about to pounce, and she was aware she stood on a precipice of some kind, that her response to his unique family would answer some test she’d unwittingly been assigned.

“Please tell me this is the last surprise of the day,” she muttered wearily, not able to think of anything witty at the moment. “I’ve got a massive headache, and the cause of said headache drove me here. I can’t handle three more of him, not on four hours of sleep and no caffeine.” Listening to her inane comments, she scowled at Darius. It was all his fault she sounded like a blithering idiot.

Three of the four men smiled, Darius’ grin slower to appear. “Well said,” one of them replied and shook her hand. All four of them stood the same height and possessed the same brawny handsomeness that made her mouth water. And as she studied them trying to find a way to tell them apart, Darius gruffly introduced them.

“Marcus, Cadmus and Aerolus, meet Samantha Brooks. Samantha, my brothers.”

She nodded politely, surprised to note each brother had a different eye colour. Marcus had blue eyes—he must have been the man she saw outside the restaurant yesterday. She frowned at him, then turned to the man who’d shaken her hand, the brown-eyed Cadmus, and finally settled a tight smile on the grey-eyed Aerolus.

Darius stepped closer to her and placed his arm around her shoulders looking strangely satisfied. “Welcome to my home, Samantha.” He led her further inside to the living room couch and sat down next to her. Way too close. She was extremely aware of his body heat bleeding into her everywhere they touched.

“I’m sorry to barge in on you like this,” she said to the room at large, the three mirror images of Darius dwarfing the open space as they sat around her. She aimed a glare at the stubborn man beside her. “It wasn’t my idea.”

“No worries,” Cadmus said with a twinkle in his gaze. “Trust us, we know what a jackass Darius is. We live with him.”

“Yes,” Aerolus parroted his brother with a straight face. “He’s a complete jackass.”

His words sounded funny, spoken with a strangely exotic accent and murmured from a stoic face.

Marcus rolled his eyes. “We’re all in agreement as to what a pain Darius can be. Now Darius, tell us exactly what’s going on. Samantha obviously doesn’t want to be here, so why did you drag her here? I thought the plan was to stay with her at the hotel.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to be here, specifically, but… What do you mean the plan was to stay with me at the hotel?” She jerked away from Darius’ heavy arm.

The others grew silent but Samantha had eyes only for Darius. He looked faintly uncomfortable, more so surrounded by his brothers.

“Samantha,” he began in a low voice meant to soften her. She didn’t blink, refusing to bend, and he sighed. “I told you I’d explain.”

Silence.

“Well?” she prodded, her arms crossed, her posture screaming at him to give her the answers she wanted or she’d explode.

“Fine.” He cursed, his brows knit in irritation. “You want answers? How’s this? We four,” he paused as he motioned to his brothers, “are known as the Royal Four, the next in line to lead Tanselm, a world you’ve never heard of that’s under attack from the same evil you experienced this morning.”

“What?” Aerolus shot off the couch, Marcus and Cadmus both stunned as well.

Samantha’s head throbbed. “Say that again?”

“By the Light, Darius.” Marcus shook his head. “I think a decent explanation is in order here, for Samantha and for us.”

Cadmus nodded, his frown clearly disapproving. “Yeah. You really have no sense of tact.” He turned to Samantha. “Though your taste in women is definitely improving.”

Darius growled and Samantha held up a hand to stop the insanity. “Everyone just shut up.” Her voice rose over the brotherly discourse. “You, Aerolus, you’ve been fairly quiet. Why don’t you explain this to me?”

The calmest of the four, and the one with the most mysterious eyes, sighed. “With the way my brother acts, it’s a wonder you’re still here.” He shot Darius an accusing glance, one that wounded him into silence.

“Samantha, what Darius has said is all true. It may be hard to accept, but we four are from another world, a place in which magic exists and evil and the Light are fighting a battle for control.”

“Of course you’re from another world. I should have guessed that from the start.” She thought she’d said that quite calmly, but Marcus snickered.

“Take out your contacts, Darius,” Aerolus said. “That might help.”

With a sinking feeling, she watched Darius remove his lenses. His dark eyes turned a startling red, as they had in the hotel room. Well, so much for the ’I must have imagined that‘ theory. Then the sudden remembrance of her erotic dream in the hotel room became vibrantly significant. Red eyes. Affai. She hastily visualised a mental barrier when his brows drew in puzzlement, then in heat. So much for not reading my thoughts.

“Here, in Seattle, all of us but Darius could pass for your kind, though I’ve yet to see identical quadruplets.” Aerolus appeared thoughtful and Darius groaned.

“Just get on with it.”

“Yes, well,” Aerolus coughed as if to hide his amusement. “We are the sons of a mighty Storm Lord, a man born of elemental magic who ruled the western portion of Tanselm, our world. Specifically, our father commanded the winds. He died over a year ago.”

Samantha clearly felt their pain, and without thinking she reached for Darius’ large hand. Warmth unfurled through her at his touch, and she gripped his palm before trying to ease free. He wouldn’t let her. Why this pleased her she couldn’t say, but unwilling to show it and give him the upper hand, she sat quietly, waiting for Aerolus to continue.

He stared blatantly at their hands and the corner of his lips curled. “My father was one of four identical siblings, like us, and so was destined to rule one of the four kingdoms. Our uncles ruled the south, north and east, leading their kingdoms under the power of the Storm Lords.”

“What does that mean exactly?” She eyed them all, wondering how she could possibly believe any of this.

“Storm Lords command the elements.” Aerolus waved his hand in the air and a breeze stole through the still room. “As you can see, I command the winds. Each one of us, of the Royal Four, is born with a certain ability to leash and control a specific element of nature. Marcus controls water, Cadmus the earth, and Darius harnesses the power of fire.”

She stared in astonishment as Marcus made water appear in his palm out of thin air and Darius snapped a flame to life. She turned to Cadmus, who shrugged.

“If I make the house shake again I’ve been threatened with a week’s worth of dishes. Earthquakes aren’t too popular around here.”

Having seen their power with her own eyes, Samantha’s disbelief began to fade, replaced by awe and uncertainty.

Aerolus seemed to sense her unease for he continued in a gentle voice. “Despite the power of the Storm Lords, they, we, are but mortal. Father was killed by dark magic, and soon after our uncles and their families were killed too, all by an evil sorcerer known as ’Sin Garu and his minions the Netharat.”

Darius squeezed her hand. “’Sin Garu is the blond you met this morning.” He briefly explained her dream, making no mention of their lovemaking, for which she was grateful. Hearing it all again, however, reinforced her fear.

Her mouth grew dry. The tale of an alternate world, which had started as entertaining, now felt all too horrifyingly real. “Saying I believe all this, what does this ’Sin Garu want with me?”

Aerolus opened his mouth but Darius interrupted. “We’re not sure. Bottom line is that this is real, you are in danger, and you’re not leaving until we know why he wants you.” His voice grew harsh, his eyes like lasers that pinpointed her desire to flee all too readily.

She swallowed around the lump in her throat, determined not to lose it in front of him or his brothers. Focusing on her strengths, she met his arrogance with resistance, just to show him he couldn’t push her around, that she wasn’t that afraid.

“If I stay it’s because I decide to stay, not because you’re ordering me to.” She tried to glare at him but couldn’t maintain the fiction when she met those dark red eyes. He didn’t look even slightly freakish, rather like a supernatural lover who could melt her with one glance.

Someone cleared his throat and she realised she’d been staring at Darius, and he at her.

“So long as you stay, I don’t care the reason,” he conceded, his voice husky. “It’s clear you’re tired and you need time to, ah, adjust to all this. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pressed you.” She noted his brothers’ surprise. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

She stood when he did, her sluggish body finally breaking down. She would have fallen to her knees had Darius not caught her.

“She’ll stay with me,” Darius murmured as he carried her out of the room and up the stairs.

She heard male mutterings but hadn’t the heart to question Darius anymore. As much as she wanted to walk strong on her own two feet, she couldn’t stop the pounding from behind her eyes, or the weakness invading her limbs.

Darius carried her with ease, her desire to be strong of no consequence. He felt her pain, could sense her near the end of her tenuous hold on control. Cursing his stupidity for not allowing for her comfort first, he placed her gently on his bed.

When she made no move to get up, he knew she’d reached the end of her endurance. Staring down at her, a spiral of tenderness blossomed, surprising him with the amount of feeling he suddenly experienced for the lovely Samantha Brooks.

Though just having her near made his cock ache and his heart jump, he made no move to seduce her, knowing she wouldn’t say no but unable to take advantage. With any other woman it would have been easy to get his way, to use every means available to press his suit for protection.

Samantha, however, made him conscious of a sudden softening in his attitude. Her eyes fluttered closed and she breathed softly in his bed, under his watch. Thoughts of Tanselm paled in comparison with the need to keep this woman safe and by his side.

Thoughts of Tanselm paled… As his awareness of the moment penetrated, the crystal around his throat came to life. Blazing with heat, the Knowing Crystal seared through his flesh, rising to rest on his chest in flashing lights of blue and silver.

He fell to his knees on the bed and toppled on the covers next to Samantha, anger at the pain in his throat fading under a sudden alarm. The crystal’s power shook him, as for the first time in his life he found himself unable to control the fire burning him from the inside out.

“Do you think Darius has been drinking?” Cadmus grinned, his eyes on the doorway through which his brother had recently left.

“If I hadn’t heard it with my own ears, I wouldn’t believe it.” Marcus shook his head. “Darius actually apologised to a woman for being too high-handed? He did do that, didn’t he? I’m not dreaming?”

Aerolus barely managed to stifle a chuckle. He’d been hoping something like this might happen. Finally. Darius had found someone to penetrate the shield encasing his heart. Affection, maybe even love, was there in the way Darius looked at Samantha, in the way he said her name.

“What do you think, Aerolus?” Both Cadmus and Marcus stared at him, waiting for an answer.

“I think Darius has finally met his match.”

“Hot damn.” Cadmus shot to his feet and threw his fists in the air. “I can almost feel the black earth of Tanselm running through my fingers. I can almost smell the sweet aroma of leraffes in bloom as the onset of spring beckons me home.”

Marcus rolled his eyes as Cadmus continued to wax poetic, but Aerolus could see the excitement the word ‘Tanselm’ instilled in his shining blue gaze.

“You might not want to get too happy just yet,” Aerolus cautioned, not wanting to douse hope but a realist nonetheless. “Whether Darius succeeds with this woman or not is no sure path back home.”

“He’s right.” Arim’s quiet voice surprised them. He stepped from the far wall of the room as if separating from the very paint and plaster, a misty haze of man that coalesced into flesh and blood. “There’s been a disturbance between the planes, a darkness pocketing the realms where there should only be waiting space.”

His black eyes glimmered into blue, then purple, turning a rainbow of colours, all blazing with a rage Aerolus had only seen once in all the time he’d known Arim. “I need to see Darius right now.”

Sudden fear for Darius scored Aerolus’ heart.

“But he just went upstairs with Samantha.” Marcus frowned, not liking Arim’s tone either.

“Where?” Arim snarled the word, worry evident in his eyes, and startled, Marcus directed him to Darius’ bedroom.

In a flash Arim disappeared. Shaken, Aerolus teleported into Darius’ room. He stared in horror as his brother and Samantha lay in an unholy blaze, black and blue flames singing their bodies and souls as they lay helpless under the Wraith’s Kiss.

His eyes fixed on the flaming bed, he hadn’t yet noticed Arim until chanting sounded from the other side of the room. The sorcerer shoved his hand through the blaze just as Marcus and Cadmus burst through the door.

“By the Light’s holy fire.” Cadmus paled as they helplessly watched Arim battle the Wraith’s Kiss, a cursed spell originated in the darkest realm. They’d all seen it before used all too readily and with great success by the Netharat.

Grimacing, Arim closed his fist around the Knowing Crystal. Gradually, the blaze transferred from Samantha and Darius into him. Arim’s skin turned a mottled blue-black, the smell of charred flesh filling the air. Then suddenly, the unnatural fire ceased.

Arim stood, chalk-white but otherwise unharmed. After a few calming breaths, his colour slowly returned, and he bent low to place one hand on Darius’ unmoving chest.

Aerolus heard a small whoosh and exhaled a sigh of relief when Darius took a deep breath. His brother’s eyes opened, blood red with fury.

“What the hell was that?” he asked in a croak, shaking as he sat up with Arim’s help. He quickly looked to Samantha, relaxing a fraction when he saw her even breathing.

“You have found your affai. There can be no question now.” Arim nodded towards Samantha, who lay still under their regard.

“No question?” Darius stood on unsteady feet. “I almost died in that bed.”

“Not a pretty sight.” Cadmus cringed. “Not at all.”

“I thought the Knowing Crystal was supposed to show you your affai, not burn her to a crisp,” Marcus drawled, as if he hadn’t just witnessed his brother’s flamedance with death.

Arim said nothing, simply stared until Marcus looked away after a mumbled apology.

“What are you doing here anyway, Arim?” Darius glared at the sorcerer. “Seems the only time you bother to show up anymore is to tell us to wait and be patient.” He snorted. “Not that I’m complaining about your timing, but I’m sure you’re not here to bring us home.”

Arim took a hard look at the four men waiting impatiently for him to explain. Aerolus thought he looked tired, a slight darkening under his eyes barely perceptible.

Taking a soft breath before speaking, Arim remained locked in place, his face devoid of any expression. But his eyes, his eyes blazed hotter than any fire Darius could conjure or control.

“’Sin Garu has infiltrated the Royal House. Until the breach is found and eliminated, everything is held in the balance. You must remain vigilant in your guard, and you must remain here.”

Marcus, Cadmus and Darius spoke at the same time, their voices perfect echoes of frustration, anger and disbelief.

“The Royal House?”

“Mother! Is she safe? Does she know?”

“What are you waiting for? Send us back before everything is destroyed!”

Arim crossed his arms and shook his head, but Aerolus could feel the strain burdening him.

“We can help you,” Aerolus added in the sudden quiet.

Arim’s ink black gaze swept the room, lingering on Aerolus with a disturbing intensity before finding Marcus. “You need to hone your skills, and soon. Parlour tricks— moving glasses, pulling out a chair, and fetching a newspaper with your mind are one thing, fighting wraiths is another.” He turned to Cadmus. “You should be using your visions to counter future troubles, not questioning everything you believe you see. Open your mind and use your visions, Cadmus, before they begin to use you.

“And Darius,” he stopped to take a deep breath. “The most stubborn of the Royal Four. How appropriate then that you have found the first of the royal affai. You did not want to wed, yet here she is.” Arim strode to Samantha’s side of the bed and grazed her cheek with his hand. “A tender flower that can withstand any storm. Do not underestimate her power.” He narrowed his eyes. “And watch your temper around her. I’ve no wish to put out any more flames.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Darius stared down at Samantha with disbelief. “Are you telling me she did this? She cast a spell on me? A Netharat spell?”

“No. The Knowing Crystal had been tampered with. Someone had enspelled it with the Wraith’s Kiss. It worked on your magic, and because Samantha is your affai, it worked on her as well.”

“Because she and Darius share his magic,” Aerolus said softly, understanding.

Arim nodded. “The woman is of this world, yet she’s capable of withstanding elemental magic. Theoretically, she could learn to use fire, even to control the Wraith’s Kiss with proper training.” Arim turned to Aerolus. “You’re quite perceptive, aren’t you, Wind Mage?” he said softly, pausing as if in debate with himself. His eyes blazed. “Come with me.”

Aerolus vanished with Arim, back to Tanselm or wherever Arim spent his time. Darius didn’t know what to say or do, and his brothers looked similarly stunned. The room smelled of burnt wool, and the air remained uncomfortably warm, even to Darius. He was about to ask Marcus and Cadmus what exactly they had seen when Samantha blinked her eyes open.

Instead of the mysterious green gaze he expected, her eyes burned a bright, curious crimson.

Chapter Seven

Samantha stared from Darius to his brothers and back again. Nothing looked out of place in his bedroom, yet she smelled something burning, and had a definite impression she’d slept through something important. She sat up feeling rested and wondered how much time had passed.

“What did I miss?”

Darius had yet to blink, his gaze fixed on hers in what looked like shock, and she began to feel the first fluttering of fear.

“Darius? Tell me what has you looking so spooked.”

He shook his head and leaned closer to her, staring into her eyes. “I don’t believe this.” He snapped his fingers and orange flame appeared. Without giving her time to protest, he took her palm in his and placed the ball of flame in it.

She squealed to break free, instinctively wanting to distance herself from the fire, but couldn’t move under Darius’ grip.

To her astonishment, the fire didn’t burn. It felt warm, yes, but comfortable, a welcoming heat that made her insides flare with desire, with the urge to draw closer to Darius.

After a minute of staring from Samantha to the flame and back again, Darius cursed and released her hand. As he backed away, she saw her desire mirrored in his gaze, in his dark red eyes—a reminder that she was definitely living out her own episode of the Twilight Zone.

She swallowed the knot of nerves in her throat and stood up, needing all the presence she could muster in a room filled with gorgeous giants who stared at her as if she had three heads.

Unfortunately, standing put her that much closer to Darius, sparking her already overheated libido. She flushed and cleared her throat. “So, ah, someone care to tell me what’s going on? How long have I been sleeping?”

The men ignored her and began speaking amongst themselves. She caught vague snippets about Aerolus being missing and her eyes having gone haywire, though that made no sense considering she could see just fine.

“Excuse me,” she tried. When they continued to ignore her, she kicked Darius in the back of the knee, making him stumble. He turned to face her with a scowl mean enough to fell a tree. Odd that his anger only made him more attractive, his impatience infinitely more challenging than the bland businessmen she dealt with on a daily basis.

Shaking her head, she focused and tried again. “Let me say it a little louder. What the hell is going on around here?”

Cadmus had the nerve to grin. “She sounds just like you, Darius. How weird is that?” he asked Marcus. “Sexy as hell, but as surly as him?”

Seeing her eyes narrow, Darius glared in response but answered her question. “Easy, Samantha. As far as I know you just closed your eyes a few minutes ago.”

“Huh?” She felt way too refreshed to believe she’d only just fallen asleep.

“Yeah, you two weren’t gone more than a few minutes before Arim appeared with bad news.” Cadmus stared from her to Darius with a stupid grin, and she could easily see why Darius was so impatient all the time. His brothers were enough to drive her to drink.

“Would one of you explain this before I go postal?” Her voice rose with each word until she was shouting.

“Whatever that means.” Marcus shrugged. “You and flameboy left the living room.” With a wave of his hand, a shield of water demolished the fireball thrown his way. He continued as if nothing had happened, no doubt to further Darius’ annoyance. “Two seconds later Arim, our resident sorcerer, appeared with bad news about evil in between realms or something.”

“Actually,” Cadmus interrupted, “he said, ’There’s been a disturbance between the planes, a darkness pocketing the realms where there should only be waiting space’.”

Irritation swimming in his ocean-blue eyes, Marcus grumbled, “I hate it when you do that.” He shifted so that his back was to Cadmus. “As I was saying, Arim then freaked out and demanded to see you, Darius. Personally I thought he was going to fry you, Storm Lords and destiny be damned. But when I broke through your door, I found him freeing you from the Wraith’s Kiss.”

“It’s a magical spell created by ’Sin Garu as ammunition for his evil followers, the Netharat,” Darius said before she could ask. “You saw one of the Netharat in your dream, that ghoulish monstrosity with rows of sharp black teeth? We call them wraiths.”

She nodded slowly, uneasy that she was beginning to understand and even follow their incredible story.

“Anyway, Arim yanked off the Knowing Crystal, which now that I think about it,” Marcus paused, his eyes narrowing, “wasn’t a Knowing Crystal at all.”

“Treachery in the Royal House,” Cadmus said thoughtfully.

“Okay, I think I understand some of this.” Samantha should have had a headache fuelled by tension and confusion at this point, but her head felt fine. In fact, the only time she’d felt any better had been right after sex with Darius. She glanced at him only to see the tension leave his frame. His eyes widened before tilting at the corners suggestively.

Crap. That mind reading thing.

Schooling her expression, she turned from his sensual gaze and asked Marcus, the arrogant one, as she’d come to think of him, “So why are you all looking at me like an alien, or worse, the enemy?” She hadn’t missed their suspicion earlier.

“Because Arim mentioned you’ve the capability of a lot of power, not to mention your encounter with ’Sin Garu—the greatest threat Tanselm has faced in a thousand years.” Marcus stared at her, as if gauging her innocence.

“You think I’ve got power?” She stared at them in astonishment. “I’m nothing like you four. Or should I say three? Where’s the grey-eyed one? Aerolus, right?”

Darius closed the distance between them and took her chin in his hands, tilting her face to his inspection. “Oh, you’ve power in you, sweet. It’s racing in you as we speak.”

She could only blink in confusion, the heat of his palm like warm honey, sweet and addicting.

“Your eyes turned red for a brief moment, Samantha, as red as mine. And the fire you withstand is elemental magic—my magic. It’s my fire that burns inside you. I can feel it.” His voice lowered, sounding guttural and needy and way more than she could handle this close to him.

“Not now,” Cadmus protested. “I want to hear her side of things.”

Marcus cursed and dragged his brother out of the room. “Come on, you idiot,” she heard through the doorway. “Darius isn’t big on sharing, and I’m not big on watching. Her, sure, but him? Borders on base perversity.”

The door suddenly slammed shut, leaving Samantha and Darius an inch apart.

“Darius?” she asked breathlessly.

“Later, love.” He kissed the corner of her mouth with a whisper-light touch and groaned. “You’re killing me,” he murmured before stealing her will to breathe, to think, to do anything but kiss him back.

Fast and furious, their desire fanned into a combustible inferno. Darius tore at her clothing, as desperate to enter her as Samantha was to feel him inside her. She helped him as best she could, needing him to soothe the ache only he stirred. Jeans and underwear followed her shoes, sliding to the floor. Then her back hit the bed as Darius crushed her beneath him in an erotic act of pure possession.

He fumbled at the clasp of his jeans briefly, then without warning plunged into her, no foreplay or teasing required to further the fiery desire they both felt.

Samantha groaned at the sensation of fullness, at how perfectly he fit her. She was wet and wild to have him and locked her ankles around his waist, making him groan her name. Over and over he thrust, the delicious friction of his cock against her clit ever present and growing.

And then she burst into a million fragments, staring into his taut face as he quickly followed her into oblivion. He continued to thrust, pummelling her into a second, consuming orgasm that siphoned the fire from her body into his. She could sense their hearts beating as one, their connection a living conduit of emotion and heat.

When at last her breathing slowed, she stared into his clear, deep red eyes now replete with satisfaction.

“I have no willpower when it comes to you,” he rasped lazily. His jeans rubbed against her legs and she realised he’d paused only long enough to remove her clothing and free his erection before making love to her.

Slowly withdrawing from her body, he took her with him as he rolled to his back. “How this keeps happening is a mystery to me,” he said and nuzzled the side of her face playfully.

Amazed at his mellowed mood, and her insanity for having sex with him yet again, Samantha wanted to scream her frustration but could only manage a muffled hmmph. Hadn’t she sworn off men, wanting to bolster her self-esteem before dating again?

And this, this wasn’t dating. This was hot sex—pure, untainted lust for a stranger. Well, at least on his part. She was starting to feel something for the impatient, arrogant, royal pain. She closed her eyes in dismay. That’s right, he was royalty, a prince in fact—from another world.

“I know you’re not happy with me, Samantha, and I can’t say I’m happy with the whole situation.” He held her in his arms, his ropey muscles easily caging her, and she prayed she’d been more circumspect in shielding her thoughts. She could only imagine what he’d think if he knew she was developing feelings for him. “But you won’t be safe anywhere in your world without me.” His gaze narrowed as he looked up at her. “So don’t make the mistake of thinking to escape. Wherever you go ’Sin Garu will be waiting. And after seeing how easily you wielded my fire, it’s a sure bet he’s planning to use you against me.”

She sighed, any euphoria after their intimacy completely fading. Worries about her burgeoning feelings for Darius and reminders of the blond with the nasty attitude took the wind from her sails.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured and hugged her tight. Two apologies in one day? Must have been a record.

I heard that. Instead of sounding annoyed, he sounded amused.

“I am completely confused.” She leaned up on her elbows and stared down at him. “I can’t be around you without wanting to jump your bones, and for a woman like me that’s saying something. Then there’s your buddy ’Sin Garu—”

“What do you mean a ‘woman like me’?” She squirmed under his regard. She didn’t know how to hide that festering wound. “A reference to Josh-the-Asshole, right?”

She flushed. “I told you to stop reading my thoughts.”

“I can’t help it. You’re way too loud when you’re upset.”

Bristling, she wanted to ignore him but sensed his honest interest and found herself explaining. “I met Josh through a company I worked for years ago. We started dating, and before I knew it a whole year had passed. We had fun, and it was comfortable. I cared deeply for Josh, enough to consider a permanent relationship.

“He was handsome, charming and successful.” She felt his arms stiffen. “But the more intense our relationship grew, the more I realised how much of my life I put on hold to bolster his.

“His clients, his parties, his pleasure came first. After a while I got sick of cancelling my plans to suit his. Instead of being honest with what he wanted, he would guilt me into giving in. If I loved him as much as he loved me, I’d skip my conference. If I had half his devotion, I’d agree to hostess his business social.” She frowned. “It took a while, but I finally found me again after too much time playing second to Josh.

“Now I find myself caught in your mess with an evil sorcerer from another world. And man, I cannot believe I just said that. It sounds like something from a bad movie.”

She realised she’d been talking nonstop, that Darius had yet to speak, when she paused to take a deep breath. “Darius?”

“Do you still have feelings for this Josh?”

She knew he could have probed her mind for answers, and appreciated the fact that he avoided doing so.

She thought about his question and answered slowly. “No, not anymore. At the time I thought I loved him, but what I really loved was the feeling of being important to someone else.” She exhaled heavily, gazing deeply into his otherworldly eyes. “You probably don’t understand any of this.”

Darius stared, his thoughts colliding with his conscience. He could feel the pain of her failed relationship throbbing in her heart. Samantha wanted to be first, and why shouldn’t she? She was a beautiful, caring, hard-working woman who deserved to be treated like a queen. Unfortunately, she once again took a backseat in a ‘relationship’, in this instance to the battle waging between ’Sin Garu and Tanselm.

Just as Josh had hurt her, Darius too played the part of self-important lover. Through no fault of his own, he’d been placed in the role, but unlike Josh-the-Asshole, he had no intention of letting Samantha go.

Why he was suddenly so sure of her importance in his life he had yet to understand. Their chemistry went beyond anything he’d ever experienced, and the raw emotion that chased their sexual encounters boggled his mind.

How could he put into words the irrational idea that he and she were destined to be together? That Darius Storm, the Prince of Fire, had finally found a mate in a world so completely foreign to him? And that she would most likely be averse to being his mate, for the exact reasons she’d left Josh?

His head began aching and he closed his eyes, keeping his arms locked firmly around Samantha. All of a sudden he felt very tired, and he realised he hadn’t had much sleep in the past forty-eight hours. He wondered how much sleep Samantha had managed.

Just then she rested her head on his chest and sighed softly. In seconds her breathing evened and she fell asleep, much to his satisfaction. His need to be with her unmanned him and yet made him…happy. Though he hated to concede to Arim, he knew, deep down, that he’d met his affai. Now if only Samantha would play her part without too much persuading.

She twitched in her sleep and he tightened his arms around her. He snorted. As if the she-devil in his arms would make anything easy. Hell, since he’d met her he’d been in one unwanted predicament after another. And yet she excited him like no other, made him ache for her touch, for a whiff of her scent.

He’d found no fragile flower here, but a firebrand with as much passion as a firewalker. He grinned as he stared at her golden skin, glowing under a haze of stray sunlight beaming through his shuttered window. Fiery and confrontational summed Samantha Brooks in a nutshell. Not to mention passionate and sexy as hell.

He prayed to the Light for patience, a trait he sorely lacked. He couldn’t afford to screw up this one attempt at courtship, not for Tanselm and not for Samantha.

With any luck he’d have time to convince her to accompany him home, before he explained about the affai and that she’d have to give up everything she held dear to save both his land and his life.

Chapter Eight

Samantha had to credit Darius for being devious. He’d slyly advised his brothers to move her things into his room while she stayed with them, for however long that would be. As if she’d resist temptation sleeping next to him day in and day out. She’d insisted on privacy, and after much grumbling he’d conceded to a room of her own.

That was five days ago.

She missed working, and after a week without Darius, without sex, she hastily corrected, she felt overloaded with frustration.

She refused, however, to go down that road again with him, not until she had a better handle on her emotions and the situation she faced. Odd, but accepting he was from another world and that she had become involved in a fight against evil was easier to stomach than having ‘feelings’ for the bossy Adonis.

Spending more time around him, watching him interact with family and friends in his home—in this world—would better illustrate just what kind of man he really was. She didn’t want to be clouded by desire, even though she could find no way to turn off her body’s reaction to his nearness.

She’d spent Monday managing Gerry and finishing up administrative work. Tuesday Darius collected her winter clothing from her storage facility. So much for apartment shopping. At least she wasn’t wasting money on rent.

Wednesday, Thursday and this morning had been spent in a similar fashion—willing herself to relax, to think of her time off as a vacation, one she hadn’t had in years. She readily compared her new accommodations to a luxury hotel and figured she was lucky to reside in such comfort.

Staring at the mountains from the living room’s bay window, she couldn’t help admiring the house Darius lived in with his brothers. Had she the money, she would have bought something similar. She loved the Greenlake area, and the house had a phenomenal view of both the lake and the mountains.

The room she requested, away from Darius, sat on the first floor, allowing her a nice picture of the Storms’ now frozen garden. She could just imagine the blooms in late spring, which according to Cadmus, didn’t come close to rivalling her natural beauty.

She’d been hard-pressed not to laugh in his face when he’d said that, doubly amused when Darius glared and set his brother’s napkin on fire. She’d found it immensely satisfying to see Darius jealous, because of her.

Grinning at the memory, she stared at the gloomy picture of Friday morning and thought how well Darius had seemed to take their separation. When she’d initially asked for her own room, he’d seemed affronted. But after a few hours he’d changed his tune.

“You need time and space to sort things out,” he’d grumbled, the insightful comment unexpected, and one that made her question Darius’ hidden depths.

Though normally curt, bossy, and rude around his brothers, he never presumed with her. Aside from knowing exactly what her body needed physically, he didn’t take her mental and emotional desires for granted.

He’d been surprisingly solicitous since she’d ‘moved in’, constantly making sure she had everything she needed. And he’d given her space, leaving the house often to do whatever it was he did during the day. The one time she’d asked him he’d grown so prickly she hadn’t questioned him again.

Cadmus and Marcus proved charming companions, another thorn in Darius’ side. Oh, she could tell he loved them dearly, though it might pain him to admit. The way they interacted, how he sought to keep them out of harm’s way, showed how much he cared.

Only yesterday he’d adamantly denied her request to go downtown, despite Marcus’ promise not to leave her side.

“It’s not safe, and I’m not about to lose either of you due to your arrogance,” said with a look to Marcus, “or your impatience,” said with a look at her.

While she appreciated his caring, she didn’t relish his constant need to control. Marcus had muttered something condescending under his breath, and she’d secretly agreed.

After five days of catching up on work, her personal needs, and the latest DVDs and novels, she felt ready to burst if forced to stay inside one more minute.

One of the brothers entered the living room behind her, his face visible in the window’s reflection. She turned, noted the brown eyes, and smiled. “Good morning, Cad. Nice to see one of you is an early riser.”

He grimaced. “I hate to admit it, but I’d still be sleeping if you weren’t here.” He grabbed coffee and a banana and settled into a leather recliner. “How are you this morning?”

“Stir crazy.”

He nodded. “I told Darius you wouldn’t take being cooped up in here much longer. Frankly, I’m surprised you haven’t bolted before now. Granted, Darius has a point wanting to keep you safe. But really, what’s it going to hurt if you take a walk around the block?” He sounded cranky, partly, she suspected, because he hated sitting inside with her.

“I’m sorry,” she started but he waved away her apology.

“Don’t be. It’s my own fault. Marcus has a job and Aerolus, well, I’m not sure what he’s doing right now. I’m the only one available at the moment to babysit—” at her look he quickly amended, “to protect you.”

“Thanks,” she said wryly, shaking her head. “You know, the first day I met you four I was baffled by how alike you were. Now I can’t imagine why I thought that.”

He grinned, his brown eyes sparkling with mirth, and she realised the truth of her statement. Darius she knew instinctively. She could feel his presence when he entered the room, could sense him drawing near without looking.

Marcus and Cadmus, on the other hand, had distinct personalities that made their identical appearance fade in comparison. Now when she looked at them, she saw them, not mirror images of Darius.

Marc, as she liked to call him because it annoyed him, had a tendency towards arrogance far beyond Darius’ capacity to condescend. Marcus acted like royalty, as if she should cherish every moment spent in his presence. Yet beneath the attitude she felt warmth and acceptance, and she had to admit she loved his dry sense of humour.

Cad, on the other hand, loved the nickname she’d given him. Easygoing and openly affectionate, he constantly joked. Despite their nature as quadruplets, he really did seem the baby of the family and the others treated him as such. Though he had to resent it, he treated Darius and Marcus with tolerance and ever-present amusement.

She also noted how in tune he was with nature. The small greenhouse attached to the kitchen flourished with plant life, all courtesy of Cad’s green thumb. And being inside stifled him. She could see the toll it took on him to remain with her inside the house and wished it could be otherwise.

“You sure are thinking hard,” he murmured as he finished his banana.

“Yes, well, that’s all I can do in here. No offence, I love your house, but really, do we have to stay inside?”

She glanced outside and saw the sun parting the clouds hovering over Mount Olympus. He followed her gaze and shot her a sly look.

“You know, if we snuck out now, we could get a nice walk in before anyone noticed.”

“No.” Darius stomped into the kitchen looking bleary-eyed. Secretly thrilled to see him, Samantha focused on keeping her inner shields intact and her heartbeat steady.

“Awe, come on Darius,” Cad protested. “We’re dying in here. It’s so boring staring at each other all day long.” He winked at Samantha. “Though come to think of it, we could find something else to entertain us if you’re planning on going out again.” The suggestive leer he sent her made her want to laugh. Darius, however, didn’t find Cadmus amusing in the least.

He said something in a foreign language that had Cad arching his brow.

“Touchy.”

“Samantha,” Darius said, studiously ignoring his brother, “would you like to go out with me tonight?”

She blinked. “Where?”

“I thought we could grab something to eat downtown,” he said casually, his eyes intense as he waited for her answer. “It won’t be fancy or anything, but I thought you might want a break from my family.”

She forced herself to pay no attention to Cadmus and his cheeky grin. “I’d love to.”

Darius nodded and seemed to relax, as much as he ever did lately. “Fine. I’ll see you back here around six.” So saying, he shot Cad a warning glare and left without another word.

Staring after him, she wasn’t aware she frowned until Cad mentioned it.

“I know he’s a pain in the ass, but he’s got his reasons.” He grabbed another cup of coffee, offering her one as well.

“He’s been busy this week.” It bugged the hell out of her that he remained so secretive about his whereabouts.

Cad snorted. “Yeah, right. With the exception of working at the club and his time spent helping Father Denton, he’s been going out of his mind staying away from you.”

Her mouth fell open. “He’s helping a priest?” She couldn’t see Darius anywhere near a church, let alone volunteering to help at one.

“In a roundabout way. One of the waitresses at Outpour volunteered Darius to teach a self-defence class offered by her church. Next thing you know Darius is helping mentor fatherless kids, showing up at the shelters to fix the heaters every time they go out, and even offering our services when needed.” He shook his head. “He told us not to say anything about it, but geez, give the guy some credit.”

“Wow,” was all she could say. Darius, a Good Samaritan?

“Look Samantha, Darius is trying to give you space to make up your mind about him. I told him he’s going about it all wrong, but would he listen to me? No.”

She didn’t understand what she was hearing. “Excuse me?”

Cad sighed. “Darius really wants to make a good impression on you.”

“So visiting homeless shelters and not telling me about them, not to mention avoiding me, is supposed to impress me?”

“No, no, no. What I meant was, he helps out with those in need because he can. He’s a warrior. Hell, we all are, and protecting those in need is what we do best. As for the shelter, think about it. That firepower of his makes warming those left in the cold a real gift. But he would never brag about any of it. He doesn’t like calling attention to himself.”

Another layer of Darius Storm slowly revealed itself. “He couldn’t have mentioned where he was going when I asked?”

“No.” Cad pursed his lips in disgust. “My brother may be the toughest of us, but he’s an idiot when it comes to women.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “And you’re what, God’s gift to women?”

“Exactly.” His eyes sparkled, a rich brown that made her think of melting chocolate. “I told him to seduce you with words, to tell you how he feels. But he told me…well, it’s not fit for polite company.”

“Right.” She laughed again, choosing her words carefully. “Why should he need to tell me how he feels? As I see it, he’s doing me a favour by protecting me from ’Sin Garu.”

Cadmus’ gaze shuttered, and she zeroed in on that fact. “You could say you’re doing us a favour too, by staying close. The next time ’Sin Garu tries to attack we’ll be ready and hopefully we’ll end it.”

“But why me? Why mess with my dreams?”

“Maybe because you can see what others can’t.” He paused, then stared at her with an intensity that left her breathless. “Even if Darius hadn’t told us about your visions, I’d know. I feel your gift, Sam. I know because I see as well.”

“You do?” Darius hadn’t mentioned that.

He nodded. “My elemental magic is my bond with the earth. But more than that, my powers of clairvoyance have grown. I dream of future events, some of which come to pass while others don’t.”

“Why? Because you’ve changed them, stopped them from happening?”

“Or because they were just dreams. I don’t think everything I see is a vision of the future.” He smiled wryly. “But then I’ve been told to quit questioning my power and accept it. What about you?”

She stopped to think, admitting to Cad what she had yet to admit to herself. “I’ve always had strange dreams, most of which I force myself to forget since there’s little I can do to change them. The few times I actually intervened, no good came of it.”

He waited while she struggled to put into words the hopelessness of her talent.

“Two instances come to mind. Twice I tried to stop something terrible from happening, and both times I fell short. The first time my sister suffered a broken leg instead of the concussion I foresaw.”

“And the second?”

“The second time a neighbour died in a car wreck.”

“But if that’s the case, that just meant he or she was meant to die, that nothing you said or did could have prevented it.”

“Right.”

“No, really.” He looked intent on clearing her conscience, and she was touched he cared enough to try. “What exactly did you see that made you think your neighbour would die?”

“I saw Mr. Rumfeld clutching his heart. He fell to his knees all alone in his kitchen. The ambulance arrived too late to resuscitate him.”

“There, you see?”

“But the next day when I convinced him to see a doctor about the heart pains he’d been experiencing, he was hit by an out of control truck on his way to the doctor’s office.”

“That’s because it was his time to die. I’ve talked to Arim about this many times, and it seems there’s a fine line between changing the future and redirecting it. Normally when someone is going to die, there’s little you can do to change it. Maybe they die by sword instead of by poison, get hit by a car instead of suffering a fatal health problem.

“But sometimes we see a circumstance not meant to be, a situation caused by otherworldly means. Take our being here.”

“You and me?”

“No, myself and my brothers. We lived the first few months in this world in Snoqualmie’s mountains. Then I had a vision of a possible future, one in which we died by wraith attack after arriving.”

“You’re kidding.” She was surprised by how good it felt to talk to someone who could do what she did, but who, unlike her, embraced his gift.

“I told Darius and the others about it, and we managed to contact Arim in time to prevent the Netharat from discovering this realm. At least we thought that at the time,” he added quietly.

“So how did you come to live here?”

“Arim told me to search inside myself for an alternate future. That night I dreamt of six lucky numbers. And like magic, here we are.”

Samantha grinned. “Gotta love that lottery. I tried to control my visions when I was younger. But after the loss of my neighbour, I stopped listening to my dreams. They come sporadically but I usually forget them the morning after.”

She immediately thought back to her erotic dream of Darius. A fantasy or possible reality? Would that come to pass? And why did the thought of it not happening make her depressed?

“Cadmus?”

“Hmm?”

“What does the word ’affai’ mean?”

He choked on his coffee and she waited while he recovered. Interesting reaction. And one that made her determined to know the word’s meaning.

“Where did you hear that? Darius?”

“What does it mean?”

He paused, too long for her comfort. “What did he say it meant?”

“He said it was a term of affection, but I have the feeling it means more than that.” Her heart was pounding, as if on the verge of discovering something extremely important.

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Marcus stood in the kitchen doorway, his eyes wide as he looked from her to Cadmus and back.

“Marcus, great to see you up and about.” Cadmus beamed at his brother with obvious relief.

“I’m changing into sweats.” Stupid brothers, sticking together. “You can come with me or I go out alone around the block. Your choice,” she growled and stomped to her room.

The minute she left, Marcus glared at Cadmus.

“Darius specifically asked us to let him explain the affai situation, when the time comes. And the time isn’t now. Want to scare her off before he has a chance to propose?” he hissed quietly.

Cadmus shrugged. “What was I supposed to say? She asked me what affai meant out of the blue.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t see that one coming, soothsayer,” Marcus drawled, though for once Cadmus didn’t see the humour in the situation. “I can see I’m needed more here than at work.” He exhaled heavily, as if tasked with a great burden. “What say I take the day off and help you out before you help her right out the door?”

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Cadmus scowled, clenching his fists to keep from punching Marcus in his conceited jaw.

“I know, but just because I’m better than you doesn’t mean I can’t tolerate you.” Marcus’ eyes shone with laughter, and without another thought, Cadmus launched a fist.

Chapter Nine

When Darius arrived home promptly at six, it was to find Marcus and Cadmus glaring at each other over a chessboard with Samantha laughing as she watched.

“What’s going on in here?” he murmured, entranced with her laughter. He’d never seen her so free or so happy, and he hated the niggle of jealousy that she’d found joy with his brothers instead of with him.

When she turned to face him, her eyes lit with welcome, it was all he could do to nod and smile, as if his cock hadn’t hardened to the point of pain, as if every breath she took didn’t arouse him on some level.

Giving her space to accept him, to come to grips with this whole mess, was killing him. He’d gone out of his way to avoid her this week, continuing his work at the bar even though he’d rather have watched over her at home. But spending the night so close to Samantha without being able to touch her, well, it was more than he could handle. He needed space to adjust to her presence in his life too. But if this past week was anything to go by, he knew he could never let her go.

“Darius, welcome home.” Samantha glowed, and only by sheer will did he force himself to remain in place.

“Who’s winning?” He nodded to the game.

“I can’t tell. Every time Cadmus moves a piece, the game board shifts and water pools under his bishops.”

“You always were a sore loser.” Cadmus sneered at Marcus across the table. He moved his queen. “Check.”

Marcus raised one brow and the board flooded, pieces going everywhere.

Darius rolled his eyes, his lip curling in humour. “Come on, Samantha. We’ve got a date, remember?” He watched her with hungry eyes, aware she felt his need. The closer she drew, the more she tensed. When she bridged the gap between them, he reached out and took her hand in his, stifling a groan at the sensual burn spearing his body.

“Guys? I’ve got her. Thanks for all you’ve done this week,” he said gruffly. “Why don’t you celebrate? Go out and get laid—” he stopped that train of thought when Samantha glared at him. “I mean, go out and have a good time, at a bar or something.”

He grabbed her coat from the hall closet and helped her put it on, waiting for her response. It wasn’t until they entered his truck before she let loose.

“Nice, Darius.” Her words were clipped, and he stifled a grin. “Go out and get laid. You are such a man.” He gathered man was supposed to be insulting. “What’s wrong with your brothers hanging out together, or staying in tonight? Maybe they’d rather get to know a woman before banging her brains out.”

He laughed and reached for her hand to give it a squeeze. “Come on, Samantha. You’ve spent a week with my brothers. Do you really think Marcus and Cadmus are the type to get to know a woman? All touchy-feely?”

“I’m not sure about Marcus,” she answered slowly. “But I like Cad. He’s been nothing but a gentleman all week long, and I felt bad he was made to stay inside because of me.”

Darius groaned. “He volunteered to stay with you, Samantha. I’m not the bad guy here. The only reason he wasn’t trying to get you into bed is because he knew I’d kill him if he tried. Gentleman, ha.”

So Cadmus had tried impressing Samantha with manners and compliments? Nice try, and apparently Samantha had fallen for it.

He only hoped she didn’t expect pretty words from him. He paused in thought. “So is that the kind of guy you like?”

It would kill him if he had to act like a ‘gentleman’. He’d tried it once and had met with disastrous results. The woman hadn’t cared about his words, only his looks and position in high court, but his brothers, well, they still liked to tease him about the ‘bouquet’ incident.

“What?”

“The kind of guy you like, a guy who’ll flatter you and bring you gifts.”

“Please.” She huffed and he felt the tension drain right out of him. “I’ve never been one for false praise, and I’m not much on flowers. They last maybe a week before you have to throw them out. Now chocolates, on the other hand,” she paused and licked her lips, making him groan silently. He shifted in his seat, his erection straining his jeans. Damn, he needed relief.

“We shouldn’t have to wait long to eat,” he said to change the subject. “I made reservations for six-thirty. I would have been home earlier but I had a few errands to run.”

“For Father Denton?” She stared at him with a strange glitter in her moss green eyes.

He flushed. Cadmus and his big mouth. Now she probably thought he was a soft touch. “It’s no big deal.” He tried to shrug it off and felt his embarrassment grow as she studied him like an exotic bug. “What?” he barked.

Her lips pursed in a smile. “Nothing.” She cleared her throat and he relaxed. “I appreciate the time you’ve given me lately, to gather my thoughts I mean.”

“Oh, right.” Keep your mind on the road, not on the fullness of her mouth.

“I haven’t seen you much. I hope my being at your house hasn’t kept you away.”

“Not at all,” he lied. “I’ve been putting long hours in at work—”

“And teaching self-defence classes.”

“—so I’m sorry if being watched over by my brothers has been annoying.”

“Not at all. Still, you were gone an awfully long time this week. Even Cadmus commented on it.”

“Did you miss me?” She coloured and satisfaction filled him. Deciding to give in a little, he admitted, “Staying away from you has been killing me. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not a patient man.”

The startled look on her face was priceless, as was the unadulterated mirth that followed. Husky and deep, Samantha’s laughter encompassed the whole of her, making him really look at her. Such genuine caring lingered around a heart that had been battered but held strong—and that in itself was a powerful magic.

The pure joy of the moment, of just being with her, convinced him he would succeed, that he could persuade Samantha to accompany him home, to join with him as his royal affai.

“So pensive,” she murmured, studying him with curiosity.

“Hmm?”

“It means thoughtful, preoccupied, brooding—”

“I get it,” he growled, but couldn’t contain a chuckle. “You’re as much a pain in the ass as I am. Maybe that’s why we get along so well.”

Her eyes shone bright and her lips drew into a large smile, one that made his heart beat faster. As he drove into the parking lot, he wondered how fast he could end dinner and begin making love to her. He sent out a subtle probe and felt an answering response lingering in her thoughts.

Damn. Now dinner would prove excruciatingly long. He just knew it.

A half-hour past their reservation time, his prediction had come true. Sighing, he decided to make use of the time.

Swigging ale far inferior to the house brew at Outpour, he stared into Samantha’s lovely eyes and ignored her last comment, asking the question plaguing him for days. “Just how much can you see into the future, and how long have you had such a gift?”

She paused in the act of sipping her wine and blinked. “So much for answering my question about service at Outpour.” She took a larger swallow. “I knew you’d get around to asking me about the dreams sooner or later.”

The hostess interrupted, announcing their table was ready. After seating Samantha, Darius sat across the table and waited to hear her explanation. Suddenly, a long dinner didn’t seem like such a poor way to spend their time together.

“The first dream I recall ever coming true happened when I was four. It was during the holidays and I’d wanted a mini-baking set for Christmas. Well, I ruined any surprise by ‘seeing’ everyone’s gifts the following day.

“I didn’t tell my parents or my sister about the dream. But when I next visited my grandmother I mentioned it. Seems precognition runs in the family. Skips a generation here and there, but basically carries through on my mother’s side.”

“So your grandmother had the gift? Did your mother and sister?”

“No, it skipped Mom and Cheryl. Far as I know, I’m the last Varell, that’s my mother’s maiden name, to have the ‘gift’. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”

He studied her, aware of the pain she didn’t mention. He caught an echo in her thoughts of her earlier conversation with Cadmus. “It must be hard, not having anyone to share your ability with.”

She nodded. “Speaking with Cadmus today felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I’m not crazy,” she said firmly, as if he might be harbouring such thoughts. “And it’s nice to talk with someone who understands.”

That ‘someone’ should have been him. He frowned. “Give me a chance, Samantha. I understand more than you might think.”

She flushed and would have answered when the waiter arrived with menus. Once he’d left, Samantha changed the subject.

“So what’s it like having three identical brothers? Growing up with an irritating older sister was bad enough.”

He chuckled. “It has its moments. Despite our looks, each of us is decidedly different, as I’m sure you’ve already noticed.”

“You can say that again.”

“But we have our similarities as well. We can sense when one of us is in danger, but nothing more telepathic than a shared feeling of foreboding. We like women.” He playfully leered at her and was gifted with an eye roll and a broad grin. “But more than that, each of us loves our homeland, our people, and not the least our family.”

He smiled, remembering his mother’s warm smile, her strength in the face of his father’s death, and her unique scent, one that always made him feel at home.

“It’s obvious you have a tight family.” She sounded envious.

“And you don’t,” he said softly, again feeling her pain in the wake of what she perceived as a failed relationship.

“No. My sister, as I already mentioned, was irritating in the extreme. It started when she turned five and commandeered all my dolls. It never got any better. My mother and father love me, I know, but we have so little in common it’s pathetic.”

The waiter returned and they quickly ordered. Darius, however, would not let the conversation end, though he sensed Samantha’s relief at the interruption. The insight into her character fascinated him. He wanted to know everything about her, from her likes and dislikes to her dreams and disappointments.

“Do your parents live near?”

“No.” She frowned at his persistence in pursuing the conversation. “They live in Philadelphia near my sister and her husband and three kids. I visit during the holidays when I can, but it’s uncomfortable for all of us. Frankly I’d rather spend my holidays alone, or better yet, working.” She speared a tomato off her plate. “Anything else you wanted to know about the Brooks family, Mr. Nosy?”

He gave her a wry grin and shook his head. Despite the sympathy he felt for her troubled relationships, he couldn’t help rejoicing in her lack of ties to this world.

“What’s with that look in your eyes?” She sounded suspicious.

“What?” he asked, all innocence. “I was just thinking we started talking about your gift and somehow got off track. You never answered my question about how much you can see into the future. Do you still have visions?”

“Well, the vision, I guess you could call it, of that thing with the teeth, that Netharat, and ’Sin Garu was pretty damned powerful.”

“Yes, but that was something else, an insight into the present. What about the future? What have you seen?” He continued to prod, wanting to see more of the sensual dream she’d had of him, the one that every now and then briefly appeared in her mind’s eye.

She blushed scarlet and he knew she’d recalled it, but her inner shields blocked him from seeing it. “There was one dream I had shortly after meeting you.”

He leaned closer, wanting to know what put such a rosy glow on her cheeks. An image of his face tense and hungry over hers, his eyes red and his naked chest looming over her flashed through her mind and into his.

“Looks nice,” he murmured, staring into her eyes.

“Yes, well,” she fumbled lamely, turning back to her food. “I was on a celibacy streak and then I met you.” She sounded irritated and he laughed. Then she glanced up at him, no longer abashed, her eyes intent. “In the dream, just as you were making love to me, you called me ‘affai’.”

His laughter dried up, and he stared in surprise. He searched inwardly for some clever reply but could only come up with, “Really?”

“Really.” She stared at him, quiet while the waiter cleared their plates and brought the main course, two steaming hot dishes of broiled shrimp and crisp, colourful vegetables. “Funny how you and your brothers clam up at mention of the word. Affai. Affai. Whatever can it mean?”

Funny, but the more she said it, the better she looked sitting by his side in the Royal House. Morose thoughts of marriage faded under the strengthening bond between them. His body throbbed to join hers, but as he sat talking to her, he revelled in her intelligence, in her charm and wit. She didn’t bow to him, as so many others had.

“You don’t care at all that I’m a prince, do you?” He had to know.

She started. “Is this another way to distract me from my question? I asked what ‘affai’ meant, and don’t tell me it’s a term of affection. Cadmus almost swallowed his tongue, and I thought Marcus was going to suffer a fit of apoplexy when I asked.”

“You’re not impressed with royalty?” he persisted.

“No.” Her eyes cooled considerably, disdain frosting them into a muted forest green. “I’m not. Just because you come from money or royalty or whatever,” she flailed her hands in the air, “doesn’t make you better than me, than the rest of us.”

Good answer. No, make that, great answer.

“Now are you going to tell me what affai means or do I have to beat it out of you?”

Staring at her, wondering if her tendency towards impatience would complement him or serve as a handicap in their joint rule, he pondered how best to answer.

“Darius,” she growled and he shrugged.

“Fine. But don’t blame me if it’s not what you want to hear.” She didn’t so much as blink and he swore, colourfully and creatively in his native tongue. He hadn’t meant to approach her this way, but what the hell? She’d forced the issue. This was as good a time as any to see what she was made of. He just wished explaining the word didn’t make him look like a stupid, heartsick ass.

“Affai means beloved. It means heart mate, the other half of my soul. Happy now?” he muttered under his breath, feeling colour rush over his cheeks. He hadn’t blushed since his tenth year. This was worse than the bouquet incident. Much worse.

She stared at him in bemusement, her mouth wide open, and he felt his nerves flare to life. The sudden attack of alarm scared him—that he could feel such fear over a woman’s acceptance, and that he could lose control over his elemental powers as a result. Staring at her wide eyes, his mouth grew dry and he stifled the urge to smash something.

His reactions made no sense. She was just a woman, just a foreign woman from an alien world with no magic, who held no power over the Prince of Fire.

She licked her lips and he swore his temperature rose a few degrees. “Darius? Are you telling me the truth?” She stared at him with suspicion while biting her lower lip, unaware of the vulnerability of the gesture.

“Does it matter?”

Wanting to hear a passionate declaration of love before he admitted to anything more, he knew the remote chance of that happening and felt a huge wave of frustration climbing, needing an outlet. Why couldn’t she tell him how she felt?

He tried to sneak a peek at her thoughts but was rebuffed by a strong inner wall. And she said she had no power. As his frustration built, her napkin began to smoke and she hastily smothered it with her water glass, glancing up at him in surprise.

“What was that for?” she sounded most definitely annoyed, and the prickly tone made him want her all the more.

Damn it all to hell. He was in love.

Chapter Ten

Samantha couldn’t stop staring at Darius’ clenched jaw. She was unable to say anything coherent following his admission, stunned by what he hadn’t wanted to admit.

Affai. Heart mate.

Thrilled yet scared, she didn’t know what to say. She had trouble explaining her own feelings for a man she had only recently just met. Yet the truth couldn’t be denied. She loved him. Was he really saying he loved her too?

She wished she had the courage to ask him outright, but she didn’t want to face rejection yet again. So what, affai meant beloved? Perhaps he’d gotten carried away during sex. Men often said things they didn’t mean in the throes of passion.

Then why had he been so hesitant for her to know what the blasted word meant?

Shoving her scorched napkin aside, she focused on her food. Darius said nothing and continued to eat as well, shovelling his food into his mouth as if the world were about to end.

The silence lengthened. What did he expect her to say? That she loved him with her every last breath? They’d only just met, and she had a life plan to follow. So far the ‘no sex’ rule had gone out the window, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t focus on herself and her career before looking for a man to complete the picture.

She frowned and pushed aside the red and yellow peppers on her plate. Trouble was, she’d finally found Mr. Right. This time, she knew him to be the real thing. Of course, being Samantha Brooks, Mr. Right had to be from another world in which he was freaking royalty! No, she wasn’t impressed with his title, but she was intimidated, just too stubborn to say so.

She glanced up from her tortured food and met his angry gaze. His eyes blazed red behind his contacts before he blinked the heat away.

Why hadn’t she backed off? No, she just had to know what ‘affai’ meant. But as much as she wished the tension between them would ease, she couldn’t help the spark of hope that lingered, that he might actually think of her as his beloved. Could he really feel as much for her as she did for him, despite their different backgrounds?

Yet as much as she cared for Darius, she wasn’t willing to risk being hurt again. She’d been hurt by Josh tremendously and hadn’t felt even half this intensity. And how could she forget that anything she might feel could only lead nowhere? The man had a world—a kingdom—to return to, one to which she did not belong.

She sighed and reached for her water, only to knock it over his nearly cleared plate of food. He snarled something in that foreign lyrical language and pushed his plate away, calling for the cheque.

The evening went progressively downhill from there. They left the restaurant in an awkward silence that continued on the drive. She stared unseeingly at the wooded areas they passed, conscious they were headed not to Greenlake but along a route that would take them to Golden Gardens, a scenic area full of trees and a hint of beach. Too unnerved by dinner to care, she couldn’t help wondering what would have happened had she told Darius she loved him.

His head turned so quickly she feared he’d suffer whiplash. Oh crap! Had her mental shields been lowered somehow?

“Get down,” he said, his mouth grim, and a part of her breathed a sigh of relief. Before she could question him however, he shoved her head towards the dash and wheeled the truck left.

As if the night couldn’t get any worse, freezing rain began to descend, making the road slippery. The truck fishtailed before Darius found control again, and as she was about to ask what had happened, an unearthly shriek split the air.

The hair on the back of her neck went up. She knew that sound. Mirego, the wraith, had made a similar sound before ’Sin Garu had killed him.

Unable to stop herself, she peered over the dash and saw four wraiths flying at them, white eyes glowing in the darkness with a preternatural sheen of hatred. Something large rammed the passenger window and she screamed, surprised by the blow that should have come from the front.

“I said get down,” Darius snarled before throwing a ball of fire through her window into the threat, blasting the wraith that had hit her door into oblivion. Amazingly, the fireball had not damaged the passenger window at all. She watched in shock as, after destroying the wraith, the magical fire cleansed the wraith’s remains from the truck’s outer door and window. Staring, she watched the fireball in morbid fascination before Darius shoved her head down again.

“Darius, get off of me,” she said in a muffled shout. Fear at this dangerous situation gave her the strength to argue with her protector, for which she was undeniably grateful. Otherwise she’d be a quivering puddle of nerves on the floor. Struggling to see, she peered out the front windshield that suddenly cracked under a ball of ice. As if the floodgates had opened, hail the size of her fist began raining down, denting his truck in so many places they’d be lucky not to resemble Swiss cheese by the time the hail ended.

“Shit.” Clenching his teeth, he wrenched the steering wheel a hard right while blasting two of the wraiths, this time with streams of fire shooting from his fingertips.

Glad to see the last of them, she tried to warn Darius about the remaining two wraiths now flanking his blind side, but her vocal cords froze when the truck suddenly went airborne.

Her seatbelt kept her from flying out of the truck, but as the vehicle rolled for what seemed like forever, her entire body ached from the force of the restraint. The truck came to a stop on its wheels, the frame surely crunched but intact enough to have protected them from injury.

Dazed, Samantha tried to release her seatbelt with shaking hands. “Darius?”

He didn’t answer and she saw why. The windshield had cracked in front of him, a large tree limb penetrating the glass. The right side of his face was covered in blood, and his body sat limply in the driver’s seat. Fear beyond anything she’d ever known knotted in her belly, making her tug at her seatbelt hysterically.

“Darius? Wake up! Wake up, right now!”

After a minute of futile tugging and cursing, she realised the seatbelt had locked and would not open. She prayed Darius would soon wake. What if he had a concussion? What if he never woke up? Then an inhuman shriek rent the air and she knew the worst had yet to pass.

Though the softball-sized hail had ceased, if she didn’t do something to free herself from the seatbelt the wraiths would kill her and Darius as sure as the sun set tomorrow. Sudden regret pierced her, that she had not made the most of her time with Darius. How hard was it really to say “I love you,” to take a risk and let the future unfold as it may? Now she might never have the chance.

Yellow talons appeared by the driver side window and she shuddered, yanking at her restraint. The creature smashed the glass and yanked Darius’ door off its hinges. With a slash of its claws, it freed Darius and tossed him out of the truck as if he weighed nothing.

Then another creature knocked the glass out of her window and grinned, exposing three rows of blackened, sharp teeth. She could see red stains and darkened tissue within its mouth and prayed she and Darius would not find themselves on the wrong side of dessert.

“Come with me, pretty,” it whispered, the echoed softness of its voice as frightening as its appearance. It sliced her seatbelt and yanked her out of the truck.

She stumbled, her body full of aches and pains, trying to cope with too many shocks at once. Dragged behind the surprisingly strong creature, she tugged at the bony hand clamped around her arm and winced when it dug its claws through her flesh.

“Not yet. Save some fight for later,” it said before laughing. It threw her next to Darius, who had at least gained consciousness enough to sit and see the danger they faced.

She flew into his arms, almost knocking him over. As she clutched his warm body, she noted the grassy depression they sat upon and the steep rock wall over which they must have fallen. No wonder the truck had rolled.

Darius pulled her from his embrace and scrutinized every inch of her that he could see. “Are you all right?”

She gave him a huge kiss, relieved to hear him speak. “I’m fine.” The tension visibly left his stiff frame and she understood the depth of his concern. Warmth unfurled within her. “You?”

“I’ve been better.” He wiped sticky blood from his forehead and she saw a deep cut over his brow. Then he blinked rapidly, swearing as he removed his contacts. Seeing the real Darius with his bright red eyes made her feel safer, but not as safe as she’d like.

“I hear that.” She strove for a modulated tone, one that managed to belie her utter terror at the situation they faced.

The wraiths, not two now but six, circled around them like vultures. Their constant motion made her dizzy so she focused all of her attention on Darius, squirming deeper into his protective embrace.

“Don’t worry, Samantha,” he said, his voice deep with calm. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Have you ever tasted one of these females?” one of the wraiths rasped. “Such tender flesh, always succulent and brimming with terror.” It smacked its lips, causing the others to join in nauseating, high-pitched shrieks of laughter.

Darius drew her tighter against his body. He made as if to stand before closing his eyes in pain.

“Darius? Are you all right?” she whispered, wishing she could give him strength. As afraid as she was of the wraiths, the possibility of losing Darius absolutely terrified her.

“My head is killing me,” he growled under his breath. “I’m going to obliterate every last one of them. And I’m going to make it hurt.”

His anger made her feel better, though the pallor of his face didn’t alleviate all of her concern.

Darius narrowed his gaze at the wraith nearest them and Samantha waited to see it burst into flame. When it did nothing more than smile at them, her stomach rolled.

Darius muttered, “Shit,” before two wraiths leant forward and grabbed him by the collar of his jacket, jerking him from her. They threw him ten feet, into the trunk of a very large pine tree.

The waning moonlight made everything appear in black and white, and the blood streaming down his slack face looked like a dark omen, a portent of death.

“I’m done waiting,” a wraith whispered into her ear before wrapping its hand around her hair and bending her head back to expose her neck.

“You can’t,” another said. “This one’s been marked.”

An argument ensued above her, and at the angle of her neck, she couldn’t see Darius. Desperate for any kind of contact with him, she tried the impossible.

“Darius, are you okay?” She thought as hard as she could, beyond frustrated when the wraith holding her yanked her head back farther and made a thin slash along her throat, a stinging cut that drew blood.

“We have to bring this one to the master intact,” another wraith said above her. “But the Storm Lord is ours to play with. Why not take a turn on him?”

The squabble continued as a rumble of thunder shook the air. Great. All they needed was more hail.

“Darius, wake the hell up. I need you here!”

He moaned and she felt so much relief she wanted to laugh. He was still alive! Her heart blazed with joy and her eyes filled.

“What hit me?”

“Two wraiths. And there are four more making a total of six we have to deal with.”

He didn’t say anything and she still couldn’t see him. She didn’t know the extent of his new injuries.

“I heard what you didn’t say.” He sounded smug, and for a minute she didn’t understand.

“You really hit your head, didn’t you?” She could only imagine the pain he felt, love making it possible to ignore the ache in her neck and the pointed nail scraping her flesh.

“You love me. Don’t deny it. I heard you; I felt it within you.”

Her neck ached, they were both on the verge of being killed and probably eaten by ugly, disgusting monsters, and he wanted to talk about love? She wanted to punch him.

“You are unbelieveable!”

“I know,” he said with no small amount of conceit, and much as she wanted to strangle him, she felt a sense of relief that he at least had all his faculties. The minute they pulled out of this mess, though, she vowed to slug him. Then kiss him.

Apparently the argument between the wraiths had come to a conclusion, for the wraith holding her by the hair tightened his grip and pressed its claws deeper into her neck.

“Samantha,” Darius said with enough force to snap her attention from the threat at her throat. “Affai, open your mind to me. Now!”

With the urgency she now faced, she didn’t question him and at once let herself go. She felt his presence within her, felt him sharing her inner self. And then warmth unfurled throughout her body, filling every pulse and beat of her heart.

“Grasp the wraith’s claw against your neck,” Darius said softly. She did so and saw the creature’s startled glance. Before it could do or say anything, however, it began to glow.

Bright red heat emblazoned the wraith from its cruel hand to the rest of its gnarled body. The heat grew until bright orange flame engulfed it, burning it into a small pile of ash upon the ground. Samantha welcomed the heat, embracing Darius’ blaze with all of her being. She stood then, free from the wraith’s grasp, and felt Darius’ fire licking her skin wherever it touched.

“It flames! It burns!” shouted a wraith. Immediately the remaining five turned on Darius who sat crookedly against a tree. Samantha could sense his strength ebbing and frantically looked about for something to use as a weapon.

Without knowing exactly how, she managed to incinerate two wraiths with fireballs. The magic soon faded and with three wraiths on the attack, she quickly looked for a weapon. She found several large rocks and threw them with accuracy against the remaining enemy. Mentally thanking her college softball days, she continued to pelt the approaching Netharat until she ran out of ammunition.

They were almost upon her when the ground shook, taking her off her feet, and she stared in astonishment as mountains of dirt spewed from the ground directly around the wraiths. Water gushed over them, pouring from an invisible source out of the air above their heads. The creatures screeched and cried for help, only to drown beneath mounds of dirt and cleansing water.

The earth swallowed the bodies whole, then settled as if nothing had happened.

Still staring at the scene in disbelief, it took Samantha a moment to gather her bearings.

“Up here!”

She glanced up to see Marcus and Cadmus atop the rock wall staring down at them. She could see the glare of car lights piercing the dense treeline and wondered how they had known to look down here for them. She and Darius had broken no railing when they’d rolled down the hill.

She took no more time to wonder, however, as Darius collapsed to the ground. Rushing to his side, she took off her jacked and placed it beneath his head. Stroking his bloodied hair, she prayed with all her might that he’d recover. His face looked paler than before, his strength apparently sapped from having saved her.

Cadmus and Marcus appeared quickly and in little time they headed to their home, where Cadmus assured her Darius would receive aid.

As she stared down at the head she held in her lap, she willed him to get well. She grasped one of his hands, holding tightly to the palm now cold against her skin. They had a lot to discuss, specifically the appropriate and inappropriate times to discuss feelings.

He squeezed her hand, a flare of heat passing between them, and she closed her eyes with a small smile.

“Concussion or not, you can’t put me off forever, Darius Storm.”

She thought she heard him chuckle before she drifted into sleep, clutching his hand as if she’d never let go.

Chapter Eleven

Darius opened his eyes to find Cadmus staring down at him, concern darkening his eyes to black. “Give me some room to breathe,” he grumbled, startling a chuckle out of his brother.

“It’s about time. You had us worried.”

“Us?” An obvious glance told him he slept alone in his bed.

Cadmus rolled his eyes. “She’s in the other room catching some sleep. We had to forcibly carry her from your side. Happy?”

Cadmus had a tendency to exaggerate, but if what he said were true, Darius was indeed a happy man. Recalling Samantha’s deep welling of love after he’d been pummelled in the woods, he couldn’t help feeling like the luckiest man in the world. Now he only had to convince her to leave this tired realm behind and journey to bigger and better things.

Wincing, he sat up and rubbed at his head.

“Arim sent us medicine.” Cadmus nodded to Darius’ temple. “He told us you suffered from a serious head injury. But one swallow of the blue juice and the injury healed.”

“Then why the headache?”

“That’s the juice you’re feeling. It’s only temporary.”

Darius grumbled his thanks and slowly slid his legs off the side of the bed. “I take it Marcus and Aerolus are okay?”

Cadmus frowned. “Marcus is upstairs in his room preparing for work tomorrow, if you can believe that. Once he knew you were okay, he muttered something about overly competitive co-workers and started grabbing files left and right. But Aerolus still isn’t here.”

Darius froze. “Still? How long was I out of it?”

“Two days.”

“And in all that time we haven’t heard from him?”

Cadmus shrugged. “Arim said Aerolus is fine. Apparently our brother is up to some sorcery the big guy won’t mention. Not my business, according to chatty Uncle Arim.”

He sounded miffed, and Darius felt a smile wind its way past the pain in his head. “Relax, Cadmus. If Arim said Aerolus is fine, then he is.” At his brother’s raised brow, he reluctantly explained. “I don’t always agree with Arim, but I trust him. He’s never let us down.”

“How quickly you forget the ‘Knowing Crystal’.”

“It was tampered with, remember. And that wasn’t Arim’s fault. I should have known it was a fake. I thought it odd it didn’t react to Samantha until we were set afire.”

“Odd, hmm?” Cadmus smirked and Darius knew he’d said too much. “So you knew as soon as you put it on she was your intended?” He batted his eyes mockingly. “That’s sooooo romantic.”

“Shut up, you idiot, and help me to my feet.”

Once standing free of the bed and his brother, Darius walked around the room slowly until he could move on his own without flinching. He needed to find Samantha, to see her with his own two eyes, and in private. They had a lot to discuss and he had neither the inclination nor the patience to wait another minute.

Cadmus muttered something about rushing things while Darius gingerly dressed in a pair of loose-fitting boxers. “Don’t bother me for at least another hour. No, make it two.”

“Go easy, bro.” Cadmus opened the door for him and stood back. “You’re not a hundred percent yet. And Samantha’s been through a lot since she’s met you. Don’t go pushing her around about Tanselm. Try finessing her for a change,” he said wryly. “She needs understanding.”

“I know.” For once he didn’t disagree and his calm acceptance surprised Cadmus into silence.

Walking downstairs, he felt more like himself. The headache didn’t hurt all that much, and he had to admit his body felt in fighting form—so much that thoughts of Samantha in bed had their desired effect.

Sporting a rock-hard erection, his patience thin at best, he knocked on the door and entered without waiting for permission. To his delighted surprise, she was in the midst of undressing and wore only a bra and panties. She looked tired though, her hair framing a pale face, her eyes shadowed by fatigue. Yet nothing could make her look less than beautiful in his eyes.

“I missed you,” he said simply.

A huge grin lit her face, chasing away her tiredness with the radiance of sheer joy. “It’s about time you woke up.” She slowly approached him, her hips swaying with timeless feminine grace.

“That’s what Cadmus said.”

“We’ve been worried.” She drew close, their bodies sharing the heat he generated. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she tugged him down to her. “Don’t do that hero stuff again.” She kissed him with a hunger that made his cock spike even harder.

Unable to stop from moving against her, he pressed his desire forward, needing to ease the building ache. She moved her lips to his throat and he smelled the rich perfume of her shampoo, filling his head with all sorts of ideas about where he’d like to feel her hair over his body.

“Samantha, love,” he paused to ravage her mouth. “I need you.”

Cupping her breasts in his hands, he heard her swift intake of breath before she returned his kiss with a fire that made him burn to have her. Lust raced through him with a vengeance, desire for her growing until he was consumed with it.

After ripping her bra and panties from her body, he forced himself to slow down lest he spill right then and there. He stepped back and stared at her, awed that she belonged to him. She knew it as well as he did, though they had yet to say the words. The omission bothered him, but damned if his body cared.

His cock ached, needing to fill her hot, wet little pussy with his seed. Just thinking about it pushed him nearer the edge, and he decided to keep his boxers on, weak deterrent though it was.

Samantha, however, would have none of it. She smiled, a sultry grin that had his attention focused on her full, ripe mouth. Then she licked her lips and he couldn’t help the groan that escaped. Staring down at his huge erection, she grasped his underwear and slowly dragged it down his legs, her face coming uncomfortably close to his cock.

He wanted to shout with frustration when her breath fanned his shaft.

“I want you, Darius. Here, now, my way.” Boldly taking the lead, Samantha made his heart stop when she knelt and took him into her mouth.

“May the Light grant me strength,” he moaned as she began to suck. Her mouth felt warm, her tongue excitingly rough against the underside of his head. He knew he wouldn’t last long, and when she stroked and sucked him deeper, it was all he could do not to come.

“Wait, love,” he gasped, grasping her silky hair to still her movements. “Let me.”

In a flash, he pulled her to her feet and lowered her onto the bed.

Surprise lined her lovely green eyes until she saw his intent. She swallowed audibly but made no protest when he spread her thighs wide and knelt between them. He lowered his head, the heady scent of her arousal luring him closer.

He blew a soft breath across her clitoris, satisfied when she moaned his name. Lowering his lips, he drank of her sweetness, fingering the opening of her vagina but not entering. She writhed and he increased the pressure of his mouth, dying to suckle her hard nub until she screamed with pleasure. Again and again he lapped her essence, rubbing her cream over her folds and back towards her anus, enhancing her desire. Her breath now came in pants, and he knew she was close.

“I need you,” she cried and wrapped her legs tighter around his head.

“You need me. Remember that,” he threw at her as he licked her clit and suddenly thrust two fingers inside her. She bucked up and he began sucking in earnest, determined she should find her pleasure.

He wanted her to come, to feel her body tense in a quivering mass of ecstasy. His cock hardened and he pressed deeper into the mattress, needing relief for his swollen shaft. But not before his affai found satisfaction.

Removing his fingers, he shoved his tongue into her channel and was rewarded with a high, keening cry.

“Darius,” she breathed, “I swear I’m going to kill you if you make me come without you.”

He looked up from between her legs, staring at her heaving breasts and flushed face, and knew he’d never seen a more sensual woman in his life.

“Yes, affai, as you command,” he said thickly. He crawled over her, resting the head of his cock between her soft, white thighs. Teasing them both, he coated himself in her cream and groaned at the exquisite sensation.

With one thrust he penetrated, the feel of her welcome indescribable. She immediately came, her walls closing around him, the sensation on his stimulated shaft bordering on pain.

“Samantha, love,” he rasped as he continued to drive into her, “you’re so tight. So wet.” He groaned.

“More, Darius,” she demanded and locked her ankles around his waist.

The action drew him deeper inside her and stars began firing behind his eyes. He pounded hard, riding her with a desperation born of worry, love, and need.

She cried out and squeezed around him harder, and he came in a gush. Over and over he spurted, flooding her womb with blazing hot seed.

He shuddered and cried her name, overcome with the lingering rapture killing him softly.

When finally he caught his breath, he felt her push his hair out of his eyes. Staring down at her, he saw satisfaction and if he wasn’t mistaken, a warm blaze of tenderness.

Her smile widened as she gazed up at him. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this. People will talk.”

He looked at her in surprise for a moment before he began laughing. He laughed so hard he almost cried, and his mirth caused him to physically withdraw. The loss of her body caging his finally sobered him enough to pull her close under him once more.

“You have a hell of a sense of humour,” he complimented, pleased when she blushed a pretty pink.

“I need one to deal with you.” She traced his lips with a finger, gasping when he sucked on the digit and nipped before letting go.

Samantha’s eyes clouded, the feel of his mouth over her finger as erotic as his mouth over her clitoris. Impossible, but there it was. She was a walking hormone around him, or under him, as the situation now dictated. She sighed with pleasure.

“You know you love me,” he said quietly, his eyes focused and intent on her face. “Why not admit it?”

“And you love me,” she gave, tit for tat. “Why don’t you admit it?”

She waited for him to deny it, to frown and dismiss her as an irrationally emotional female. Instead, he nuzzled her cheek with his nose and stared down at her, his eyes blazing red. Full, masculine lips quirked down at her and her heart seemed to stop.

“As you command, affai. I love you.”

She could only stare at him, stupefied. Then a thought hit her and her eyes narrowed. “You’d better not be playing with me.” Not about this.

His lips were still curved in a half grin, but his eyes remained focused and unblinking on her. “I would never make light of such a serious topic.”

She didn’t know what to say. “Well, uh, okay then.” Should she really tell him the truth of her feelings? That even the thought of living without him could destroy her?

He grinned and shook his head. “Tsk, tsk, Samantha. I tell you what you want to hear and you think to deny me the same assurance.”

She glared. He’d been reading her mind again.

“I know you love me. I would only like to hear you say it. And as your king and overlord, I command it.”

“My…what?”

His stare grew hotter, the elemental fire at his command fusing them together. “I will soon be a king in one of Tanselm’s four corners, Samantha. And as my affai, you will be my queen.” He paused, as if to let his words sink in, for which she was grudgingly grateful.

Loving Darius and admitting it was one thing. She had just summoned the courage to do so when he hit her with news of her impending queenship.

“I’m not queen material.” Hell, I can barely manage my own life, let alone be responsible for the welfare of hundreds of others.

“And yet you’ve managed me since we met.”

“Stop reading my mind.” She wished he’d stay out. Trying to think and be honest with herself would be much easier if she didn’t have to guard her thoughts.

“I can’t help it, affai. We are bonded now. I have given you my heart. And you have given me yours.” He smirked, the insensitive clod.

“So what if I have?” She knew she sounded defensive and felt stupid for it, but old wounds still had yet to heal. “You have a kingdom to return to. A war to fight and people to govern. You don’t really need me.”

The teasing glint in his eyes faded. “You mean I won’t have time for you with so much else happening in my life. But you’re wrong.”

She felt vulnerable lying naked under him and reached out for the covers. A ball of fire suddenly appeared, licking her palm, stilling her movements. She watched in awe, still not understanding how the fire didn’t burn.

“You share my spirit, Samantha. Only a woman of great power and control could contain and withstand my fire.” He waved his hand and the fire vanished. “But only a woman as stubborn, intelligent and courageous as you could command my love.”

He blinked, as if surprised such words came out of his mouth, and she couldn’t help grinning like a fool. “Oh, God, Darius. We are alike! I can’t believe my arrogant overlord just said something so poetic, and neither can you.

“You’re bossy, too used to getting your way, and too handsome for your own good. You don’t drive a decent car and you’ll never make a believable bartender. You’re too intense.”

He grinned. “But you love me.”

She rolled her eyes. “I love you. Now I suppose I’m supposed to be so blindsided that you love me I won’t realise you’re asking me to leave behind everything I know to live with you in your foreign kingdom.”

His cheeks flushed and she saw chagrin in his eyes. “I, that is, I was just going to mention the necessary move to Tanselm.”

“Cad was right. You don’t know how to deal with women.”

His red eyes blazed. “I’m charming.”

“Like a rock. So are you asking me to leave with you or not?”

His eyes narrowed and she knew he’d hit her mental shields. “You aren’t close to your family, you have no ties here other than your job and you love me. What’s to decide? Once I can return to Tanselm, you’re going with me,” he almost growled the order.

Amazed at his gruffness after such amazing lovemaking and considering her heartfelt declaration, she gradually understood that her fiery bully was scared, nervous she might reject him.

Her comprehension stunned her.

“Besides, the wraiths are here now.” Satisfaction echoed in his words, as if he’d found the final straw to convince her to join him. “It’s not safe for you without me.”

She wanted to grin, instead she nodded soberly, as if considering that viewpoint. “Okay, I’ll come with you.”

Her easy acquiescence bothered him. She could see it in the dark scowl growing over his handsome face. “Samantha—”

“Can it, Darius.” She laughed at his anger. “I love you, and I wouldn’t dream of living without you. Besides, I have a feeling you’re going to need someone to help you manage your anger, especially if they really are going to let you run a small kingdom.”

One black brow quirked in arrogance. “Let me? Samantha, I am a Storm Lord. The Prince of Fire. I was born to rule Tanselm. Need I remind you how fortunate you are to have found me?” His lips quirked and she knew he baited her on purpose.

Shaking her head, she pulled him to her so that their lips almost touched. “I think you’re the fortunate one.” So saying she reached down and began fondling his growing erection, pleased to see she had such an effect on him.

“I do believe you’re right,” he said on a sigh. She began pumping him, stirring his desire all over again. “Samantha, ah, love, as my affai commands.” And he proceeded to make love to her far into the night.

Chapter Twelve

“How many for dinner tonight?” Samantha asked as she tossed a large green salad.

Darius stretched, loving the way she looked in his kitchen, in his house, in his life. “It’ll just be you and me, love. Cadmus is taking over at the bar for me fulltime. He thinks since I found you there, the place is lucky.”

She grinned. “It is. Make sure he spends a good amount of time in the basement. Who knows what he might find down there.”

“True,” he agreed in a husky voice, ready for another round of erotic play with his affai . It had been a month, but the more they touched and teased, the more they desired one another. Funny, but he never would have imagined it possible to be so satisfied and fulfilled outside of his homeworld.

His constant cravings for Tanselm no longer bothered him. Through Samantha he’d found an inner peace. He just hoped it hadn’t taken all the fire out of him. He’d never hear the end of it from his brothers if he turned into some kind of besotted moron.

“So Cadmus is working tonight. What about Marcus and Aerolus?”

“Marcus is working late again. I swear that woman he’s been working with has him in knots.” He grinned, recalling Marcus’ less than flattering comments about Tessa Sheridan. “I think he’s threatened by her.”

Samantha wiped her hands on a dishtowel. “Good. Marcus is too arrogant. You know yesterday he had the gall to tell me I didn’t dress ‘as befits a Storm Lord’s queen’?” she mimicked his haughtiness.

Knowing better than to agree with Marcus in front of his affai, Darius said nothing. Personally, he planned on buying her more extravagant gowns and silks when they journeyed to Tanselm. Jeans and T-shirts were fine for him here, but on her they were seriously wasted.

“I think it’s great a woman is giving Marcus a run for his money,” she continued, her eyes full of fire.

“Right, well, me too.” She beamed at him and he knew he wouldn’t have to wait long until they burned up the bedsheets. “Anyway, with Cadmus at the bar, Marcus at work and Aerolus holed up somewhere practicing the mystical arts, whatever the hell that is, it’s just you and me for dinner.”

She grinned and blew him a kiss from behind the kitchen counter. “Too bad. I wanted to talk to Cadmus again about how he controls his visions. I’m starting to get the hang of them.”

Thanks to Cadmus’ instruction, Samantha had begun strengthening her inborn gift. She’d been more than happy to resume using her extrasensory ability, having learned about Cadmus’ role in their rescue that fateful night near Golden Gardens. Only through one of Cadmus’ visions had he and Marcus known to arrive in time to save her and Darius from death and worse at the hands of the wraiths.

Thoughts of what might have happened still pained him.

“I love you.” He reminded her of that at least once a day and never failed to bask in the glow of her warm smile. She sent him a mental image, a scorching impression of bedplay that had him hard and ready at once. He wondered if they really had to eat dinner or if they might adjourn to the bedroom now…

A disgusted sigh sounded behind him and he whirled around to find Arim shaking his head.

“Can’t you think of anything else, Darius?” Arim asked in a mocking tone.

“Ever think of knocking, Uncle?” The anger he once would have felt for Arim didn’t appear, as enraptured as he was in thoughts of passion with Samantha. Despite no word on a return to Tanselm from the one man that could put them there, Darius smiled his welcome.

A pleased look appeared on his uncle’s face. “She’s made a true prince out of you.” Arim nodded. “Now it’s time to go.”

Darius blinked. He couldn’t mean…“Tanselm?” he croaked, not able to believe it.

“Well, I’m not here to whisk you off to Disneyland.” He turned to Samantha. “You’re ready?”

She nodded. “I packed yesterday when Aerolus told me you’d be coming.”

Darius blinked, shocked. “You didn’t tell me about it.” Anger stirred. “Neither did Aerolus.” When he found that grey-eyed traitor, he’d pound some sense into him.

Arim rolled his eyes. “It was too good to hope she might have permanently disabled that streak of rage within you.”

Samantha joined Darius in the living room, worming her way under his arm. “Now why would I do that, Arim? After all, it’s that spark of impatience that lights his fire.” Her eyes sparkled. “And we wouldn’t want that fire to go out now, would we?” She kissed him on the mouth with enough force to make him consider the merits of lovemaking on the couch, regardless of Arim.

“Save it,” Arim grumbled, a hint of humour tingeing his curling lips. “I’ve already informed your brothers of your departure. It’s best you leave now, while they attend to their affai.”

Both Darius and Samantha stared, openmouthed.

Darius was the first to regain his tongue. “You’re telling me they’ve each met their affai?”

“Yes.”

“Do they know?”

Arim’s brows rose. “Did you?”

“Well, I—”

“Exactly. Let them flounder on their own. You don’t need a Knowing Crystal to find love.” He smiled. “Of course, a small spell cast here and there to hasten love’s journey can’t hurt.”

“Arim!” Samantha looked shocked. “You can’t put a spell on someone and expect them to find love.”

“Why not? It worked on Darius. My spell only speeded the process. The love itself came from Darius. Ever wonder where that blue fire came from that tried to destroy you two?”

He turned to Darius. “Once you finally admitted to yourself deep down that you loved Samantha, the Wraith’s Kiss was unlocked within that tainted charm stone. It was you and Samantha all along. All I did was cast a spell to let fate find its way into your lives.”

Darius stared at his devious uncle in astonishment. “I thought you didn’t believe in interfering with free choice and all that bullshit.”

“Nicely said,” Samantha murmured under her breath.

A firm look from Arim had her biting her lip. “I haven’t impacted your choices. But with Tanselm hanging in the balance, do you really think I’d let you four Storm Lords dally with love? The women you choose and who choose you are out of my hands. The timing of your found mates, however, indicates how serious the situation with ’Sin Garu has grown.”

The laughter left them at mention of the evil one’s name.

“The spell I cast was designed so that the Storm Lords would find their mates in time to prevent a divergence of destiny. Apparently, ’Sin Garu has found that which he needs to retake Tanselm. Hence your sudden return to our world.”

Turning to face the window overlooking the mountains, Arim threw out his hands. He closed his eyes and began chanting, and soon a large black void appeared where the window had been.

“Are you sure, Samantha?” Darius had to know she felt comfortable with the move. He’d promised, and he meant it, that she came first with him, kingship or no.

She nodded. “I’ve said my goodbyes weeks ago. I’m ready to begin a new life.”

“Then step through the portal, hand in hand, and be ready to face an uncertain future,” Arim warned. “Aerolus will transport your bags when he returns to the house.”

“He can teleport things now?” Darius asked. His eyes widened. “Across dimensional space?”

“Yes. You’ll be surprised at how much all of you can accomplish with the aid of your affai.” Arim smiled, a dazzling grin that dazed Darius, and, he frowned to note, Samantha.

He hugged her to his side and she grinned slyly.

“Don’t worry,” she teased, “I’m not into tall, dark and handsome. I love you.”

“Very funny. Come on then.” He held her hand tightly and led her to the portal, Arim trailing them. “This is it, Samantha. This is the path to our future.”

She nodded. “To our future, and the future of Tanselm.”

He laughed suddenly. “I only wish I could be here to meet the woman made for Marcus.” He shook his head, grinning. “She’s got to be a doozy.”

Arim smirked. “You can say that again.”

Content

The Fire Within
Storm Lords - 1
by
Marie Harte

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve