Erin was overwhelmed by the passion in his kisses. Each one seemed to be even more possessive than the last.
Then he moved his lips lower, over her breasts, where he paused to take his time savoring each mound. As he teased her, white rose petals fell from the sky, covering her.
Erin laughed. “What is this?”
“My gift to you,” V’Aidan said. “I want to bathe you in roses.”
“Why white?”
“Because, like you, they are pure and beautiful.”
Then he kissed her lower, across her stomach, her hip, down her leg, and then up her inner thigh until he kissed her where she ached.
Erin moaned at the feel of his mouth against her, his tongue sweeping across her nub, then down to where she throbbed. He growled, the sound vibrating through her.
He seemed to delight in giving her pleasure first. He never took his own until she’d climaxed at least twice before him.
She shook in the throes of her first release. When she was finished, V’Aidan pulled back with a devilish grin that made him appear boyish. “I love the way you taste. The way you smell.”
She smiled warmly at him. “I love being with you. I don’t even want to wake up anymore. I just live moment to moment, wishing I were asleep and waiting until I can see you again.”
A dark look crossed his features.
Had those words hurt him? She couldn’t imagine how or why they would, and yet… “V’Aidan?”
He moved away from her and his black clothes immediately returned to cover his body.
“V’Aidan, what is it?”
V’Aidan didn’t answer.
What he was doing was wrong, and not just because it was forbidden. He didn’t care about rules.
What he cared about was Erin.
And every time he pulled her into his realm he was robbing her of the pleasures of her own world. Of her life.
This was wrong, and for the first time he understood exactly how wrong it was.
“V’Aidan!” the howling shout echoed through the trees surrounding them.
He knew that angry bellow. “You must leave,” he said, sweeping a quick kiss across her lips.
“But – ”
He gave her no time to argue before he sent her back to her world and rolled over onto his back to appear nonchalant.
She had barely vanished before M’Ordant appeared to stand over him. Dressed in the same black clothes, M’Ordant looked very similar to V’Aidan. Same black hair, same silvery-blue eyes. The only thing they differed in was height. V’Aidan stood a good four inches taller and he wore the look of a deadly predator.
M’Ordant looked like a person the humans called a Boy Scout.
“What are you doing?” M’Ordant asked.
“I am lying in the sun,” V’Aidan said, placing his hands behind his head. “You?”
“Is that an attempt at humor?”
V’Aidan shrugged as he looked up at his brother. M’Ordant was one of the oldest of the Oneroi and was one of Morpheus’s most favored sons. “If it were an attempt, it would be wasted on you, now wouldn’t it?”
“More humor?”
V’Aidan sighed. “Why are you here?”
“I have heard distressing news about you.”
“And to think I thought all news about me was distressing.”
That was lost on his brother as well as M’Ordant stared down at him. “Did you learn nothing from your punishment?”
Yes, he’d learned to be more careful seeking out Erin. To tell no one of the precious time they spent together.
“You’re boring me, M’Ordant. Go away.”
“You can’t be bored.”
“And a good thing, too, since I’d no doubt perish from it while in your company.”
M’Ordant stared at him blankly. “I am merely here as a courtesy. As of this moment, the woman is tagged. Summon her again, and you will deal with me.”
“Well, it certainly wouldn’t be the first time you and I have crossed.”
“True, but I have permission from Hypnos to make it the last time if you interfere with her again.”
Erin went to sleep that night and waited for V’Aidan to show himself.
He didn’t.
When she woke up in the morning, she trembled with loss and worry. Had something happened to him?
He’d acted so strangely yesterday. And that shout…
What could have happened? Could the Skoti have found him? Hurt him because he protected her?
“V’Aidan,” she whispered. “Where are you?”
V’Aidan ached as he heard the plea in Erin’s voice. He stood at her side, so close all he had to do was shift slightly and he would touch her. “I’m here, Erin,” he whispered. “I’ve been here all night.”
She didn’t hear him.
He’d stayed by her bed the entire time she slept, watching her. Making sure none of the Skoti found her. He was sure Krysti’Ana was behind M’Ordant’s appearance.
V’Aidan was all that stood between Erin and Krysti’Ana. So long as he visited her dreams and they were together, his sister would never be able to claim Erin.
Erin’s mind was ripe with happiness and creativity. Her dreams were vivid and warm and bubbling over with emotions. Any Skotos would be attracted to her.
And now he could neither protect her nor…
His thoughts scattered as she wept.Pain lacerated his chest at the sight of her grief. She sobbed as if her heart were broken.
Why?
But worse was the helplessness he felt. He hurt for her. “Please don’t cry, akribos,” he whispered, trying to gather her into his arms.
It didn’t work.
He wasn’t of her world. He could never be part of her world. Grinding his teeth, he cursed his formless existence.
Erin wept until her eyes grew heavy. Until she was spent and so tired, she couldn’t move.
And as she slipped back into sleep, she thought for an instant that she caught a glimpse of V’Aidan in her room.
The next thing she knew, she found herself high on a mountaintop, looking out on the ocean.
The grass caressed her bare feet as the waves crashed on the surf far below. Wind whipped through her hair, plastering her white sundress to her body.
She breathed in the crisp, clean air and listened to the gulls cawing. How peaceful.
Just when she thought her dream couldn’t improve, she felt two strong arms wrap around her. “Do you like it here?”
She shivered at the deep accent of V’Aidan’s voice in her ear. “Yes, I do.”
She turned in his arms to see his hot gaze staring down at her. She trembled at his concerned look, at the handsome lines of his face.
“Tell me why you were crying,” he demanded.
“I was afraid something had happened to you.”
“And it made you sad?”
She nodded.
V’Aidan shook with the knowledge. He leaned down and rested his chin against her shoulder and inhaled the sweet scent of her skin. She felt so incredible in his arms.
She had worried over him. It was unbelievable.
“Where were you?”
“I was with you,” he breathed. “I just thought you’d want a night off.”
She laughed at that. “You say that as if being around you is a trial.”
“Isn’t it?”
She looked aghast at the very idea. “No. Never.”
“Why do you like being around me?”
“You make me happy.”
He frowned. “I made you cry.”
“Only a little.”
“And still you want to be with me?”
“Of course I do.”
The woman was the greatest fool in history.
He knew he didn’t have long before M’Ordant would find them. He’d brought her to his land to help mask what he’d done, but it wouldn’t shield the tag permanently.
But before he returned her, he wanted to share one last piece of himself with her before he said good-bye to her forever.
V’Aidan moved away and pointed out to the horizon that his special perch looked out onto. “Did you know you can see the edge of the world from here?”
“Excuse me?”
He smiled. “It’s true. See that gold glinting in the sunlight? That’s where the human world begins.”
“Where are we?”
“This is the Vanishing Isle. Greek sailors used to believe they would come here when they died so that they could always be near the ocean.”
“And why do they call it the Vanishing Isle?” she asked.
“Because you can only see it for a few minutes at sunup and sundown. Much like the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, you can try to reach it, but you never will.”
She looked up at him. “Are you really a Greek god?”
“Would it scare you if I were?”
“Do you want me to fear you?”
V’Aidan hesitated at her question. It was the answer that truly surprised him. “No, I don’t.”
She smiled a smile that shook him all the way to his heart. “Is this where you live?”
“Sometimes.”
“Why only sometimes?”
“There are certain times of the year when I am banned from here.”
Her brows drew together into a concerned frown. “Why?”
“The other gods don’t like my kind. I am a pariah to all.”
“Why would they feel that way? You are a champion.”
“Not really. I’m a dream master and not what you see. I’m nothing more than the image you have made for me, but in reality I have no substance. No feelings.”
“I don’t believe that. A man without feelings would never have helped me the way you have.”
He fingered her cheek. “You are so naive. Are all women like you?”
“No,” she said with a devilish gleam in her eyes. “I’ve been told many times that I am highly unusual.”
V’Aidan dipped his head down and took possession of her mouth. Erin sighed as she fisted her hands in the folds of his black shirt. “You taste like heaven,” she breathed.