Phantom Lover Page 6

  Before he realized what he was doing, he captured her lips, then winced as pain swept along his swollen jaw.

  “Ow,” he said again, pulling back.

  Erin slid her hands over his chest as she inspected his wounds. In dreams, her touch had been muted, now it possessed a tender heat unimaginable. It left him breathless and raw.

  V’Aidan reached out and cupped her face so that he could study her beautiful features. “Why are you helping me?”

  “Because you need it.”

  He couldn’t fathom such an unselfish reason. Such things didn’t exist in his realm.

  “You need to rest.”

  “I need clothes,” he said.

  “I will have to buy you some.”

  “Buy?”

  “Purchase. You don’t just walk into a store and have them give you what you need.”

  V’Aidan listened to the patience in her voice. Patience he wasn’t used to. He knew so little about her human world. He’d been relegated to viewing it through the distortions of dreams and nightmares.

  The pain inside him, he did know. It was the only emotion left to his kind. It was why they invaded human sleep. There they could feel other things. Even muted emotions were better than none at all.

  “Would you … please,” he forced the foreign word out, “get me some clothes?”

  “Yes.”

  Incredible. She was so willing to help him. He was baffled by it. Slowly, carefully, he left the bed and walked around her room.

  Erin’s entire body shook as she left him to fetch a tape measure. How could this be real?

  Was she still dreaming? There was a surrealness to this that made it seem like fantasy, and yet …

  She cursed as she stubbed her toe against the plant stand in her living room.

  No, that pain was real.

  This wasn’t a dream. V’Aidan was really in her world, and if she had pulled him here, maybe, just maybe, she could keep him here.

  Erin! What are you thinking? A man like V’Aidan doesn’t belong here. He’s not even human.

  And yet he was more human, more man, than anyone else she’d ever known.

  She didn’t want him to leave. And that thought frightened her most of all.

  * * *

  V’Aidan looked up as Erin returned a few minutes later with a strange cloth coil. “What is that?” he asked as she approached him while unwinding it.

  “It’s a tape measure. I need to know your size to buy your pants.”

  She wrapped a portion of it around his waist, her hands raising chills on his body, her touch raising another part of him as well.

  “Thirty-three waist,” she said, her breath falling on his chest.

  She sank to her knees before him.

  V’Aidan shivered at the sight of her brown hair between his knees as she bent to place one edge of the tape on the floor by his foot. She ran it up the inside of his leg.

  Erin swallowed at the strength of his body. And when she reached his groin, her heart pounded. He was rigid and hard, and when her hand lightly brushed his sac, he hissed sharply.

  “Thirty-six,” she said absently, her gaze catching his.

  The heat there was intense, and for the first time, she was actually afraid of him. He was a living man now, one who could possess who knew what strengths and powers in this world.

  And they were alone in her house.

  V’Aidan took her hand in his and led it to his erection. “I need you to touch me, Erin,” he whispered, trailing her hand down the length of his shaft. He shivered from her softness. “I need to know that this is real and not … not a dream.”

  Because deep in his heart he was afraid this was nothing more than Hades tormenting him already. Perhaps he was dead and this was the way they intended to torture him.

  Erin quivered at the sensation of his hard, hot manhood in her palm, and his strong, tapered hand leading her strokes. In her dreams, she’d always been uninhibited with him. Her phantom lover had never been real, only a figment of her imagination.

  But it was a living, warm body she touched now. One of flesh and blood. A beautiful, masculine body that made her quiver and burn with something more than lust.

  The look in his eyes scorched her. And she knew what he wanted. He wanted comfort. He needed to know that she still cared for him. Even in this world that was alien to him.

  Was he as afraid of all this as she was?

  How long could they be together before their respective worlds tore them apart?

  V’Aidan knew he should release her, yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He needed her. Needed her touch in a way that defied explanation.

  She rose up on her knees and, to his utter shock, placed her mouth on him. He moaned at the feeling of her lips against the tip of his shaft, of her hot tongue stroking him. She cupped him gently with one hand, stroking his sac in time with the flicks of her tongue against him.

  Never had anyone touched him like this. He felt weak before her. Powerless against her.

  And in that moment, he knew he would never again be able to let her go.

  Dear Zeus, what was he to do?

  She was mortal and he …

  He was cursed.

  Erin stroked and soothed him, and when he released himself she didn’t pull away.

  Only when he was drained and weak did she pull back and look up at him. Then slowly, meticulously, she kissed her way up his body until she stood before him.

  “It’ll all be okay, V’Aidan,” she whispered. “I promise.”

  No, it wouldn’t. He knew better. There was no way to hide from the others. Sooner or later, they would come.

  But he didn’t want to scare her. Someway, he would protect her. No matter the cost to him.

  He gathered her into his arms and held her close. If he could, he would fly her away from here. Take her back to the Vanishing Isle and keep her forever.

  And then he felt it. Felt the evil presence of his sister. The hairs on the back of his neck rose. In this condition he would never be able to stop Krysti’Ana.

  The phone rang.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  He released her; all the while he looked around trying to find Krysti’Ana. Her malevolence washed over him. Somehow she knew he was here.

  He reached out with his thoughts, but in his weakened, wounded state he couldn’t contact her.

  It didn’t matter.

  He knew his sister’s unspoken promise. She would be coming soon and he would have to find some way to protect Erin from her clutches.

  Erin returned. “Sorry about that. It was a friend from work.” She headed toward her bathroom. “I’m going to take a quick shower, then buy your clothes, okay?”

  He nodded but didn’t speak. He couldn’t. Not when thoughts of his siblings occupied his mind.

  He walked around Erin’s small apartment, trying to find where his sister could be hiding. He found nothing, and as the minutes went by, his sense of her grew weaker, though whether from her leaving or from his own diminishing powers, he wasn’t sure.

  Erin left the bathroom, her face bright and rosy. “I can’t believe I have you here.” She threw herself into his arms and held him tight. “Oh, V’Aidan, tell me they can’t get you now.”

  He opened his mouth to answer her honestly, then stopped himself. He didn’t want to steal the happiness from her bright brown eyes.

  “We’re safe,” he said, the word sticking in his throat.

  She kissed him then, hot and passionately, then left him alone while she went for his clothing.

  V’Aidan returned to lie on the bed and rest himself. If he could sleep, he could replenish his strength a lot faster, but he didn’t dare close his eyes. Didn’t dare fall asleep where he could reenter his world.

  They would be waiting for him. With Erin’s help, he had escaped them before. But he was sure there wouldn’t be a second escape.

  Sooner or later, they would take him; then Erin would be alone.
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  A little while later, V’Aidan heard Erin enter the apartment. Her shoes made the lightest of noises on the carpet. Even so, he knew her distinctive walk. Knew her scent, her sound. Knew things about her he’d never known about anyone else.

  He turned over in the bed as she entered the room with a bag in her hands.

  “I didn’t mean to wake you,” she said.

  “I wasn’t sleeping.”

  She moved forward and set the bag on the foot of the bed, then came to rest beside him. She placed her hand against his brow, then frowned.

  “How do you feel?” she asked gently.

  “Like I’ve been beaten.”

  She rolled her eyes at his blasé tone. “You have a pretty bad fever there. Maybe I should—”

  “You can’t call a doctor, Erin. Just because I appear human, it doesn’t make me one of you.”

  “I know.” She sat by his side and brushed his hair back from his damp brow. “So what are we going to do?”

  He took her hand in his and ran the backs of her knuckles along his jaw, which had already begun to heal. Her touch was sublime. He’d never known such a thing existed. “I don’t know.”

  “I was thinking while I was out that maybe we could find a ceremony or something to make you human. Some kind of ritual.”

  He smiled at the idea. “It’s a good thought, love, but there’s no such thing.”

  V’Aidan watched her then, and it was on the tip of his tongue to explain to her exactly what he was. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not after they had been through so much.

  All he wanted was to enjoy what little time they had, and with that thought, he forced himself to get up.

  Erin protested his movements as he dressed. “You’re still hurt.”

  “I’ll be fine,” he said dismissively. “My kind heals fast.”

  Erin growled low in her throat as she watched him dress. The man wouldn’t listen.

  Insufferably male, he refused to relax for the rest of the day. He wouldn’t even stay behind and rest while she went to the grocery store.

  But she had to admit she really did like having him along. She’d lived alone for so long that she hadn’t realized just how much fun someone could have in the produce department.

  “So,” V’Aidan said as she thumped a cantaloupe, “what are you listening for?”

  She held it up to his ear and thumped. “This one is too ripe.” Then she held up another one and let him hear the difference. “This one isn’t.”

  She put the good cantaloupe in the cart, then turned around to catch him thumping bananas. Erin quickly grabbed them away from him. “We don’t thump those.”

  “Why?”

  “It’ll bruise them.”

  “Oh.” He looked around, then paused. “What about those?”

  She turned to see the grapes. “Only thump if you want to turn them into wine.”

  He pulled her into his arms. “What about if I thump you?”

  She smiled. “I’d probably make all kinds of interesting noises.”

  He grinned at that and gave her a quick, scorching kiss that sent heat throughout her entire body.

  As they walked through the store, Erin couldn’t help noticing the stares V’Aidan collected. She became aware again of just how different the two of them were. He was tall, sexy, and gorgeous and she was plain and simple.

  She’d only had a few boyfriends and most of them had been as average-looking as she was. But V’Aidan …

  He deserved a beautiful woman.

  “Hey?” he asked as they reached the dairy section. “Are you all right?”

  “I’m fine.”

  “You look sad.”

  “Just tired.”

  She saw the concern in his celestial eyes. “How tired?”

  It was then she caught his meaning. “They’ll be after us again when we sleep, won’t they?”

  He looked away and she had her answer.

  “If they don’t kill him, I will.” M’Ordant’s words echoed in her head.

  “I won’t let them have you,” she said, taking V’Aidan’s arm. “There has to be some way we can fight them.”

  He draped his arm over her shoulders and held her close. “You would fight for me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then I am the luckiest being in the universe.”

  V’Aidan gave her a tight squeeze as he inhaled the scent of her hair. And he wondered morbidly if she would feel that way if she knew the truth of his past.

  If she ever knew the truth of him …

  He wanted to tell her. But he didn’t dare.

  V’Aidan clenched his teeth. She would never know, any more than he would let her be harmed because of him. He would fight this battle, all right. Fight until either he won or they killed him. But he would do it the way he had lived since the dawn of time.

  Alone.

  He and Erin finished shopping and were putting their items in the car when V’Aidan heard a woman shrieking in the dark parking lot.

  He saw a man running away.

  “Oh, no,” Erin breathed. “He stole her purse.”

  Without thinking, V’Aidan took off after the man. He caught up to him at the alley beside the grocery store.

  The man turned on him with a gun and aimed it straight at his heart. “Don’t mess with me, man. I’m your worst friggin’ nightmare.”

  V’Aidan couldn’t help laughing at his words. “You have no idea.”

  The man fired the gun. V’Aidan ignored the bullet that entered his chest without pain or blood. He took the purse from the man, then caught the thief by his throat and held him against the wall.

  It was then V’Aidan felt himself slipping. He felt his true form welling up. His hand went from that of a human to—

  “V’Aidan?”

  Erin’s voice brought him back. He recovered himself and stared at the thief, who was now ghostly pale from having witnessed the changes on V’Aidan’s face.

  “The next time you want to steal from someone, think of me waiting for you every time you close your eyes.”

  The thief quietly wet himself.

  Erin ran up behind him with a security officer in tow. V’Aidan released the thief into the officer’s custody then handed him the woman’s purse.

  “Are you all right?” Erin asked, her eyes falling to the hole in V’Aidan’s shirt where the bullet had entered his flesh. Mortal weapons couldn’t harm an immortal being.

  V’Aidan nodded. His powers were returning.

  “Take me home, Erin,” he said, his heart tugging at the word. He’d never had a home before. Never really understood the meaning of the word and what it entailed.

  Until now.

  He followed her to her car and they drove back to her apartment in silence.

  In fact, they spoke very little as Erin made their dinner and they ate it.

  Afterward, he helped her clean up and watched her closely. What would it be like to stay here, like this? To have this woman by his side every night? If he had such, he would never make her hurt. Never let her want. He would do anything in his power to shelter and comfort her.

  But all the wishing in the world couldn’t make it real.

  It was only a dream.…

  Once they were finished cleaning up their dinner, they lay entwined on the couch while she watched television.

  V’Aidan watched her. He held her cradled to his chest, feeling her breath fall on his skin.

  Love me, Erin.

  The words hung in his heart, unspoken as he ran his hand through her hair. He had no right to ask for her love. Had no right to ask anything of her.

  “You are a scourge, boy. Despicable. Unsightly and cold. No one will ever welcome something like you. It’s why you have to creep into their dreams. It’s the only way anyone will ever have anything to do with you.”

  All too well he knew the truth of Hypnos’s words.

  Over the centuries, he had hardened his heart to the w
orld. To everything. He’d shut himself off completely until the night when a pair of fear-filled brown eyes had looked up at him with kindness and hope.

  Now, he just wanted a way to live out his life staring into those eyes. Feeling her tiny hands on his skin.

  Erin listened to V’Aidan’s heart beating under her cheek. He smelled of warm sandalwood and spice. She ran her hand over where the thief had shot him, still amazed that no scar or wound remained. It was an awful reminder of the fact that her entire day with V’Aidan had been an illusion.

  He wasn’t born of her world. And no doubt tonight they would be parted for eternity.

  The thought broke her heart. She couldn’t stand the thought of not seeing him again.

  If this was her last night with him, then she wanted it to last.

  Crawling up his body, she met his gaze and saw the hunger in the crystal silver gaze. She cupped his cheek in her hand and kissed him.

  V’Aidan growled at the taste of her as his body roared to life. He tore the shirt from her as he rolled to press her down into the couch.

  Erin heard the cotton fabric tear but didn’t care. She wanted him with the same desperation. She pulled his shirt over his head and feasted on the sight of his bare chest. Only scars remained of the wounds he’d suffered, and he’d told her that, by tomorrow, if he survived tonight, even those would be gone.

  He removed their clothes so fast that she could barely follow his moves. He leaned her up against the back of the sofa arm and drove himself deep into her.

  They moaned in unison.

  She wished she could keep him inside her forever. She never wanted another day without him in it.

  V’Aidan made love to her feverishly, savoring every deep stroke. He caressed her breasts as he kissed her, felt her from the top of his head all the way to his toes.

  Her warm body surrounded his, fit him to perfection. And the feel of her hands on his back …

  It was bliss. Pure bliss. He closed his eyes and delighted in the feel of her breasts on his chest, her tongue on his throat. Oh, yes, he wanted to stay here with her.

  Forever.

  Erin ran her hand through his long hair, her fingers clenched as pleasure ripped through her, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. She wrapped her legs around his waist, bucking her hips in time to him. Drawing him into her body even deeper. She clung to him as she came, crying out his name.