Page 70 of Master of Storms
“There’s no way to access such tunnels?”
“Oh, there’s a way, I think. But no. Our friend is back,” Marduk murmured, pushing her back against the castle wall and nuzzling at her throat as if he just wanted a taste of her. He could feel her pulse kick in her throat as his lips grazed her soft skin. “Can you see him? On the castle ramparts?”
Stillness ran through her—a slight tremble—as if she was deliberately trying to restrain any hint of reaction to his touch. “I see him.”
“Good.” He kissed the muscle of her throat, his hand curving over her hip as he whispered in her ear. “There’s a door half-hidden by the ivy beside us. No, no, don’t look…. Don’t give the game away.” He captured her chin, forcing her to stare into his eyes. “I almost missed it the first time around. I want to see why this entire area sends a shiver over my skin. There’s definitely something beneath us. And I think that door will lead us there.”
A hand slid up his nape, curling in his hair. “The key?” Solveig breathed, her body melting into his as if they were just two lovers, stealing kisses in a secluded spot of the gardens.
Evil woman.
“I don’t know. It’s Chaos magic. I can feel it thick and heavy in my abdomen.”
“That’s not magic. Even I can feelthat.”
A rough laugh escaped him as the heat pouring into his erection doubled. It rested against her hip, and the way she slid her thumb up the column of muscle in the back of his neck made it difficult to concentrate. “That… is a reaction to our current circumstances. And it’s a spell of some description, though I think you’re the one weaving it around me. But no, I’m not talking about my cock right now.”
Their eyes met again, and he could feel the connection between them.
Like a hammer to the chest.
One that took his breath, his soul.
Her eyes were pure night. He could almost see the stars themselves gleaming in such mesmerizing darkness.
And then Solveig brushed the rose against his lips, her gaze lowering to them almost curiously. “I think I can distract him.”
“Good.” She was distractinghim. “How?”
The slightest smile crossed her lips. “Alldrekihave the gift of at least one element. Yours is Fire, Marduk. Flashy, bold and dangerous. But mine is Air. Stealthy. Subtle. And lethal, if need be.”
“Killing a guard is a bad idea.”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s almost as if you think I’m a fool. Itcanbe lethal if I choose to encase you in a bubble of pure Air and slowly deprive you of oxygen. But subtle works in this situation. He’ll never know it’s me.”
“Do it then.”
A faint wind blew her long raven hair behind her.
His shirt stirred, ruffling in the breeze. And hell if his heart didn’t leap, because he could sense that wind caressing every inch of his skin, stirring languorously between his thighs. It called to every inch of him—man anddreki.
Fly with me.
Chase the wind with me.
Forever.
“Watch,” she whispered, brushing the rose against his lips again. “And learn. Because there’s more than one set of eyes watching us.”
A gust of wind tore through the gardens, tearing the petals from her rose.
Someone cried out. The guard, he thought, catching a glimpse of a black cloak fluttering. The guard staggered back, fighting with his cloak as it wrapped itself around his face.
Solveig’s smile held a dangerous curve. “We have ten seconds before he gets free. Any longer and it might be suspicious.”
Marduk jammed his thin dirk inside the lock of the hidden door, heard it click, and then they were slipping inside, plunging into pure darkness.
“Well?” Solveig purred.
