At least he had later moved on to Nicki.
The females who made their way to Nicolais bed often called him by the shortened Nicki, as well, but that invited a familiarity he never seemed to feel toward them, and after a quick admonishment, they never did it again.
He was almost afraid something was wrong with him. He loved his family with his whole heart, but no one else could penetrate the barrier hed unwittingly constructed.
Did you come to swim? Micah asked when Nicolai reached him.
No, to think.
Can I help? the boy asked eagerly. Golden hair gleamed in the moonlight. He smiled, two of his teeth missing. He was not a vampire, like Nicolai and Dayn, but he was powerful all the same. Though he had a warriors heart, he took after their mother and sister in so many ways.
Of course you can. Nicolai sat and patted the sand.
Micah plopped down beside him. For several seconds, they breathed in the moist, salt-laden air, silent. Of course, Micah did not do this calmly. He shifted and he kicked out his legs, trying to get comfortable but never quite succeeding.
Thinking makes me tired, Micah finally said. Not like playing.
Nicolai bit back a smile. What do you want to play?
The image changed in a heartbeat, not giving way to a single moment of darkness. Nicolai was suddenly lying in the bed beside his father. Somehow, he knew a few days had passed since his night on the beach.
The king was recovering. Healers had drained him and Nicolai had fed him blood straight from his own vein. Every drop that he could spare, Nicolai had givenand even some that he couldnt. Finally, success. The poison had been vanquished, and now, the two men were recovering together.
Pick a female and marry her, his father said. If not one of the princesses, someone. Anyone. Please, Nicolai. I nearly died. Might still, though I feel stronger every hour. Please. You need an anchor, like your mother is to me. Someone to pull you back from the madness. Please.
His father had never begged for anything. That he was now, over thisNicolai did not have the heart to fight him any longer. Hed been pushing himself to this conclusion, anyway.
As you wish, Father. It will be done. A princess from a neighboring kingdom, as youve already approved.
Tides of relief permeated the room. Thank you. Thank you, my son.
Darkness, there again. Indomitable.
Nicolai heard a female scream, jolting him.
This time, when he came back to himself, he was crouched on a flat rock in the middle of the crimson lake. Closer to the moss-covered castle. The monsters had scented him, and were peering over at him through beady eyes. Their tails swayed, ready to strike at him if he dared move any closer.
The moon was still high, the hooked edges bleeding into a sky covered in a thick film of ash, hiding all the stars.
Those fiendish fish darted around him, teeth chomping at him, closer, closer. He was soaked with sweat, his heart a sledgehammer against his ribs, his muscles trembling. His mind, still lost. Aelfric. Alvina. Names.
Every member of his family now had a name.
Damn it, where were they? Did they still live? How long had he been away from them?
Quite a while, if this landscape was any indication.
He needed to search for them, but that screamfemale His female, he realized. Jane was screaming.
Jane!
His blood burned in his veins, singeing, leaving blisters. Those blisters caught fire, tiny infernos that swiftly spread. With a growl, he pushed to his feet. His boots slipped on the slimy rock, but he managed to maintain his balance.
The monsters tensed. He should challenge them. Wipe the castle stones with their entrails. Yes His heartbeat slowed, becoming a sporadic fist in his chest. No, he decided next. He would have revenge, would find his familyafter. Jane needed him now.
His gaze skated over the violated water, the crumbling cliffs farther ashore, the hideous castle straight from a nightmare. Hed traveled here through his memories. Therefore, it stood to reason he could reach Jane through his memories, as well.
He closed his eyes, pictured her as hed last seen her. Underneath him. Her naked body splayed for his pleasure.
Her expression was soft and heated, her teeth nibbling on her lush bottom lip. Her eyes were at half-mast, the long length of her lashes casting shadows over her flushing cheeks. That long, glorious mane of honey-colored hair was spread around her, the ends curling.
Her breasts were small but firm, her nipples pink and beaded. Hed kissed them, sucked them. Her stomach was flat, her navel a work of art. Hed licked, downdown. Between her legs was the sweetest patch of honey-colored curls, shielding his new favorite place in this world or any other.
Her legs were long and lean, and they wrapped around him just right.
Nicolai, he thought he heard her whisper.
He would have liked her to call him Nicki. Anything that promoted familiarity between them. He wanted her tied to him, in every possible way, forever. A forever that Jane might refuse to give him. If he had proposed to a neighboring princessand he did not delude himself into thinking that princess was Odette, making his life simplesomeone was waiting for him.
They had not wed, though. Marriage was forever to his people, and his body would react to no one save his wife. But. Yes, but. He would have pledged his name, his life. Easy to dismiss when hed had no memory of agreeing to do so. Not so easy now, but that wouldnt stop him.
Nicolai did not want to be without Jane. He wouldnt be without her. He would find her and return to Elden. She would be his queen.
Elden. This decimated land truly was Elden.
The bloody lake was as much a part of his kingdom as the wasteland hed first appeared in. His kingdom. Not the Blood Sorcerers. A man Nicolai had dreamed of destroying. Would destroy.
Sickness churned in his stomach, because he knew what that meant. The Blood Sorcerer had slain his parents. Aelfric and Alvina would never have allowed their lands to wither like this.
Nicolai ached with the need to return the favor.
Dont think about that now. Find Jane.
He opened his eyes, realized he had transported himself back to the wasteland. Those slithering vines were closing in He squeezed his lids shut, imagined Jane, felt his body disintegrate, the ground disappearing from beneath his feet. When next he looked, the lush forest of Delfina surrounded him. However, he did not see the camp or Jane.
He breathed deeply, catching her scent. He kicked into motion, running faster and faster, cutting the distance between them as rapidly as possible. All the while, he continued to picture her, the trees around them, until he blinked and at last found himself in the camp she had constructed.
Unable to slow his momentum, he smacked into a thick trunk and stumbled backward, into the water.
Another scream reverberated in his head, this one louder and far more desperate. His fangs lengthened, slicing into his bottom lip. His hands curled into fists, but his claws, not yet healed, merely tickled his skin. The daggers Jane had made lay at his feet. He strapped as many as he could to his arms and legs.
He started forward, his stride determined. Her scent was stronger nowtinged with fear Every step closer to her heated his blood with fury. She was marked, his, the path shed taken suddenly a beacon in the night.
Anyone who had touched her would suffer. It was time the entire kingdom of Delfinaand all the kingdoms in this realmrealized that truth. Even if that meant unleashing the deadliest force of his temper.
Im coming, little Jane.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
MOVING THE FESTIVITIES to the kings bedroom, Jane thought, had been smart. In theory. But she hadnt known all the variables, or monkey wrenches as shed called them, while working in her lab, which very often proved to be fatal while experimenting. The biggest monkey wrench this time around? In the throne room, she would have performed on the king of the monsters, and the king alone, while everyone else watched and probably cheered. In the privacy of his bedroom, he expected her to service him and friends. At the same time.
This was explained to her on the march down the hallway.
So, even though theyd switched locations, and even though his personal guards had remained behind with the hags to keep them company, there were now four men waiting for Jane to kick things off.
Not that she planned to put on a performance. She would rather die. And she just might.
The moment the newest giants spotted her, their eyes began to glow that dark, eerie red. Their bodies tensed, getting ready for the pleasure they expected to receive. Like Nicolai, they wore loincloths. Those loincloths were now tented.
The king pushed her forward, and she spun to keep her eyes on him. Already he was stripping. Leather crisscrossed over his chest, creating Xsso not a treasure mapbut a second later off came the crisscrosses, then the cloth. Daggers were strapped to his waist. Those he kept on. Dread and horror blended, rushing through her.
Okay, think, Parker. Think.
He pointed to the spot at his feet. On knees. Use mouth on me. Hands on men. Orloft fuck you.
The guards licked their lips, every one of them. Okay. Okay. Options appeared and disappeared in an instantand all of them were disappointing. She could do as ordered, and bite the king so hard he wouldnt be using his penis on anyone for a long time. If ever. Hed hit her and dislodge her teeth. A blow that would break her jaw, surely. After that, hed be able to shove whatever he wanted into her mouth and she wouldnt be able to stop him.
She could run. There was no door to stop her. In fact, the entryways and exits were open and airy. But as good as that was for her, that was also good for the men. Four here, plus twenty or so in the throne area. They would give chase. Nothing would block them, and she would be caught. They knew this cavern better than she did, after all. Shed probably be gangbanged.
She could fight the king and his personal guards, here and now. They would win, no question, but she would have tried. And she might die before actual penetration, so that was a plus. If Nicolai was out there, this might give him time to find her.
He was out there.
All right, then. She had a plan of action. Next up, finding a weapon.
The cavern boasted no luxuries. There was a pallet in the far corner. In the other corner was a pile of bones. Bones. Okay. Not the greatest weapons of all time, but beggars couldnt be choosers. She could use one as a club.
Woman. Knees. Mouth. Pleasure. Now.
Jane tried the easiest approach: walking to the pile. Midway, the king jumped in her path. Very well. Easy way, out. She pretended to lunge left. He followed. She quickly switched and ran to his right. The four giants whod been watching and waiting moved directly in front of the pile and crossed their arms over their chests. Okay, so. Hard way, out, too.
There was only one thing left to do. She widened her stance and prepared for an attack. My answer is no.
The king frowned, glanced at his men with splayed arms, all Women, so stupid, but what can we do? before again pointing at his feet. You. Knees. Now.
I understand what youre saying. Moron. Some people drank at the fountain of knowledge. He must have gargled and spit. Then again, he might not have done even that. Thats why Im telling you no.
He flashed his saber teeth at her. But you said
I lied. Youre ugly and mean and I wouldnt give myself to you even if a flesh-eating bacteria was ravaging this world, and your cock held the only immunization.
Confusion followed by relief bathed his monstrous features. Cock. You. Yes.
Of course thats the only word he cared about. No.
His eyes narrowed to tiny slits, and she would not have been surprised to find a red bulls-eye in the center of her forehead. I make you.
Thats what I thought youd say. She lifted her chin and waved her fingers. Youre very predictable, after all. So, lets cut the chitchat and do this.
Growling low in his throat, he advanced. He stretched out a hand to grab her, and she ducked, swung around and elbowed him in the stomach. He grunted, hunching over to gasp for air. The others laughed and snickered. Their merriment surprised her. Shed expected fury.
The king straightened before she could render another blow, found her with his gaze and advanced. Again, she ducked and swung; again, she elbowed him. Again, he hunched over, breathless.
This time, the guards clapped. They must think this was foreplay.
She raced behind the king before he could gain his bearings and kicked. He stumbled forward. She jumped up and, as she came down, elbowed the top of his head. He went down, face-first. The success of her moves thrilled and strengthened her, pumping adrenaline through her system. One more blow to the king for good measure, and shed turn her attention to the guards.
Except, as she thrust out her leg to kick him in the stomach, he rolled and latched onto her ankle. With only a tug, he sent her crashing to her ass. Oxygen exploded from her lungs. Black and white winked before her eyes, little spiderwebs and starbursts.
Before she had time to act, the king swung out his meaty fist. Contact. Her poor cheekbone cracked. Skin split. Her brain rattled against her skull, and the black in her vision completely overpowered the white.
Just like that, her advantage was lost. Not that shed ever really had one.
Crawl away. Curl into a protective ball. Something!
Too late. Another punch landed, this one on her jaw. For an endless span, pain and dizziness and nausea became her only companions. Then the spiderweb of black expanded, closing in. Dont you dare pass out!
Another punch.
So. Much. Pain. Okay, you can pass out now.
Of course, thats when the darkness thinned against another blast of adrenaline, sharpening her wits. Jane wanted to scream for help, but knew no one here would do anything to help her. Only hurt her further. Plus, physically, she couldnt scream. As shed feared, her jaw was broken.