Darkest Nyte Page 2

  And it wasn’t that she was tied up in some old-fashioned sense of morals or anything like that, it was just that she was very confused. Mentally, she shook her head, trying to get her thoughts to fall into some coherent order. A wizard only experiences one mentor relationship, yet she had received The Call to be this man’s mentor--an event which was totally unprecedented in the wizard community. Mentors and students were destined to form a Love Bond, but she couldn’t be bonded to two men, and Rand was her mentor, and her first loyalty.

  When she’d asked other female wizards about their Love Bonds, they’d told her when she was with her intended, the resonance between them would send a ringing note of such clarity through her mind that there would be no doubt they were meant to be together. This hadn’t happened with Rand yet, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t. So why was it that, right now, the inside of her head felt like St. Paul’s Cathedral on Christmas morning? And her thoughts were anything but pious.

  "I ... expected you to be a teenager," she said.

  One of his eyebrows arched high. "Oh, you like younger men?"

  "No, I mean... Really, I was hoping for a baby."

  He pulled her close and leaned toward her with a wicked gleam in his eyes, sending her hormones into hyper-drive. "If that’s what you want...."

  His intent was only too clear. Her womb tightened at the erotic thought of touching his Eiffel Tower--er, erection. Of stroking it, feeling the intense heat of it, and then sliding it inside her. Quickly, she got control of herself and flattened her palms against his chest. His springy hair curled around her fingers, tickling the sensitive inner flesh. She tried to ignore the delightful sensation.

  "No!" Lucinda cried out in desperation. "I mean, I came here to help you. You ... just aren’t what I expected."

  She heard voices and knew she had to get him out of here before he was discovered in all his naked glory. "We’ve got to go." Worried about his reaction if she transported them without warning, she explained, "I can work magic and--"

  "Yes, I know."

  Surprised, she gazed up at him. "You do?"

  He stroked her cheek with his fingertip. "You’ve already worked magic on me."

  She gulped and mumbled some words so automatically they didn’t even reach her conscious mind. Then they stood in her living room.

  She shrugged. "I’m a wizard," she explained, surprised that he wasn’t even fazed by the change of scene around them.

  His superb physical form dominated her living room. Suddenly, his nakedness seemed even more intense and the situation felt far too intimate.

  To preserve her own peace of mind, she turned away from him and swept her hands through the air.

  "Assemble clothes for this man

  as fast as you can.

  To cover all that now shows

  from his neck to his toes."

  She jabbed her finger toward the large armchair across from the couch and a stack of clothes appeared. Socks, underwear, pants, and a pullover sweater, all in black. Odd. Her choice would have been more colorful.

  Without turning back to look at him, unwilling to expose herself to the temptation of his bronzed, sexy body, she headed for the kitchen. "Put those on and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back with some tea."

  She pushed open the door and marched into the kitchen. Merlin opened one green eye to stare at her as she strode past him towards the sink.

  "What are you doing on the table?" she demanded, eyeing the munched remains of lilac blossoms lying on her stack of mail.

  He raised his head and yawned, the pink of his tongue and the jagged row of white teeth a sharp contrast to his black fur. He mewed in his bored fashion as she plopped the kettle on the counter and plugged it in.

  "What do you mean I’m a more entertaining hostess than usual tonight?"

  He mewed again and she felt a shiver down her spine. "Cold?" She glanced down at herself and felt her face burn. She still wore only the skimpy lingerie. Closing her eyes, she summoned her robe from the closet in her bedroom. Once she had it securely tied around her waist, she glared at Merlin, then unplugged the boiling kettle.

  When she returned to the living room ten minutes later with a tray loaded down with tea paraphernalia and muffins, her guest was just pulling the last article of clothing on, pushing his arms into the long, black sleeves of the sweater, and then rolling the fabric down that broad, muscular chest of his. As she stood watching him, yearning wrenched her insides. Her teeth tugged on her bottom lip as she wished her fingers followed the edge of the sweater sliding over his pectoral muscles, down his flat stomach, and finally over his navel. Then all that wonderful, hard male flesh was hidden.

  "Something wrong?"

  His strong, masculine voice broke her concentration and her gaze flicked to his. Amusement glittered in his eyes and she realized he’d been watching her appreciative appraisal. She released her bottom lip and straightened her back.

  "No, of course not. I’m glad to see that the clothes fit."

  "I had no doubt they would. You seem quite efficient."

  "Thank you."

  With his glossy black hair and midnight eyes, the black clothes suited him. It was as though the magic had been affected by what he would have chosen. In fact, it seemed almost sinful to consider putting anything else on him. Her gaze traveled the length of him, critically inspecting the black, cable-knit sweater and the long black jeans. Even though the clothes were modern, he looked like a dark knight from an ancient time. An aura of strength and power surrounded him. All he needed were high boots and a long cape to complete the ensemble.

  She stepped forward and placed the tray on the coffee table in front of him, then poured them each a cup. Settling into the armchair, wanting to keep a reasonable distance between them, she regarded him thoughtfully.

  "You said you don’t know who you are. What exactly do you mean by that?"

  "I don’t know where I was when you found me or how I got there, and I don’t know where this is." His hands swept up to indicate their surroundings.

  "This is my home in Ottawa. I found you in an alley in Paris, but I have no idea how you got there. Do you know your name?"

  "No."

  "It doesn’t seem to bother you much."

  He grinned and rose from the couch, reaching out to take her hands. "I seem to be in very capable hands." He pulled her from her seat and put his lips against her palm, sending a vibration of awareness through her. "In fact, very soft, gentle hands. I’m sure whatever my situation was before, it couldn’t be better than this."

  His words, leaving his mouth as whispery puffs of air against her skin, sent shivers across her shoulders and down her spine. She wanted to step forward and melt into his arms, to press her body into his until nothing could come between them, to reach up and tease the bottom of his chin with her lips. She blinked several times, trying to clear her head. For heaven’s sake, she didn’t even know him.

  Why did she feel this way?

  "I sense your uneasiness. Surely you feel, as I do, that we are destined to be together?"

  Destined to be together? Did he believe they would form a Love Bond?

  As soon as she realized a slight hope stirred within her, she stomped it down. This man knew nothing of Love Bonds. He was simply exercising his masculine charm on an available female.

  Damn. Nothing about this situation was normal. Not the fact she’d received The Call to be a mentor. Not the fact she felt this undeniable attraction to this man--given that Rand was her mentor. Why did nothing in her life ever proceed along normal lines?

  Rand was the one she should feel this way about.

  She could not allow the relationship with this new wizard to develop into anything more than teacher and student.

  He tilted her head up with one finger and his granite eyes stared into hers. "I may not know myself, but my soul knows you, and it is clear we are meant to be one."

  "Don’t be ridiculous."

  "So cautious, li
ttle one. Why are you afraid to let me get close?"

  Little one? He’d called her little one! Randalph called her that, but he’d been in her life for longer than she could remember and she wanted, and needed, the affection they shared.

  But this man was a stranger. "I don’t know you."

  "I’d like to change that."

  She sidestepped him. "Look, do you want my help?"

  He inclined his head. "I would be honored."

  "Fine. Then kindly stop pushing me." She sent him her most authoritative stare--and saw the glitter of amusement in his dark eyes. She pushed aside her annoyance and went on to explain. "As I told you, I’m a wizard. I was drawn to you--"

  "As I am to you."

  She sent him a piercing glare. "What I’m saying is, I was called to help you."

  His eyebrows arched. "By whom?"

  She paused, taken aback by the question. "Umm. It’s not like that. It’s a...." She waved her hands, searching for words to explain. "...a wizard thing. When a new wizard is born, an established wizard is linked psychically to that child. We don’t understand how it happens, it just does. The older wizard keeps tabs on the child until he or she is ready for training. That happens at puberty when the change in hormones triggers the ability to control magic." She searched his expression. "That’s why I expected you to be a baby. Except that I sensed your magical ability to be quite advanced. I had wondered if something had gone wrong and our link wasn’t forged until you were already in your teenage years. It came as a complete shock that you are a full-grown man."

  "Have you had many such links?"

  "No, you’re my first." At least, as mentor.

  "Good." He looked so self-satisfied that she suspected he’d taken her answer to mean something different.

  "Well, no matter why this has happened, you need my help and I will help you all I can. But right now we’re both tired. I think we should go to bed."

  His smile broadened. "Excellent suggestion."

  Intimate muscles twitched inside her at the obvious meaning of his words.

  He reached out to take her hand, but she quickly stepped out of reach. "This way." She led him up the stairs to the second door on the right. She turned the knob and pushed the door open. "This is where you’ll sleep."

  The lightening sky visible through the window, along with the musical twittering of birds, made her realize just how late it was. Or rather, how early. She glanced at the bedside clock. Five seventeen. It would soon be full daylight.

  She stepped to the window and drew the blinds closed, leaving the room in darkness except for the light glowing from the hallway. His shadow loomed over her and she started to turn, but one of his hands closed over her shoulder while the other swept her long hair to one side. His lips caressed the nape of her neck. It felt as though she stood in a warm pond with cold water trickling down her spine. She almost gasped at the sensual pleasure as his breath sent loose tendrils of hair at the back of her neck fluttering. His mouth edged up to nuzzle behind her ear. The cold trickle down her back warmed, and the warm pond encompassing her body cooled. He nipped her earlobe and the sensations bombarding her seemed to collide and realign in unrecognizable patterns.

  His hands slid around her waist and he eased her against him. The hard wall of his chest pressed against her back. Her breasts felt heavy and warm, and her nipples pulsed to life. One hand, warm and strong, cupped her face and he turned her head. Their gazes locked and she felt hypnotized by a force older than time, and far more compelling. As though on a carousel spinning toward heaven, she felt her body turn to face him. The ride continued, her body pressing the length of his. The world seemed to tilt. Satin brushed the backs of her legs and she realized she stood against the bed.

  Her eyelids popped open--when had they fallen closed?--and she ducked out of his arms and strode across the room toward the door. She sucked in a few quick breaths, concentrating on returning her body patterns--like breathing and respiratory rate--to normal.

  "This is where you’ll sleep," she announced. She avoided his glittering gaze as he folded his arms across his chest. "There are blankets in the closet if you get cold." Yeah, right, she thought. She only wished he would cool off. "Good night."

  She closed the door with an assertive thud.

  * * * *

  Once she was finally snuggled into her own bed, Lucinda had trouble falling asleep. It wasn’t the tea that kept her awake--she’d been sure to make decaffeinated--it was the thought of the tall, handsome stranger sleeping in the bedroom next to hers.

  Why wasn’t anything in her life ever straightforward? Every other wizard formed a mentor relationship only once. Every other wizard received The Call when the new wizard was a baby. But not her!

  No, indeed. Her student was very grown up. Thoughts of his body pressed to hers made her heart flutter. The way she felt around him worried her. Never had she felt anything so strong for a man. But he was exactly the wrong kind of man for her. Too overwhelming, too overconfident, and definitely too domineering.

  She could not be destined to fall in love with a man like that, so the effect he had on her could not result from a Love Bond. She simply suffered from a serious case of lust. Obviously, three hundred years of saying no had been too long and her hormones had decided to rebel in a big way!

  Sadness edged with guilt seeped through her. Why did she feel this way for a stranger and not Rand?

  Chapter 2

  He might not know who he was, but he knew the woman named Lucinda. She was his woman. He’d known that from the moment he’d met her.

  He sank onto the bed and watched her leave the room. The loose robe she wore bagged over the tie wrapped snugly around her waist, but he still held a vision of her in the flimsy purple outfit she’d worn when she found him.

  As he remembered the silky fabric clinging to her curvaceous figure, desire jolted through him again. He clenched his hands into tight fists, fighting the urge to chase after her and sweep her into his arms. He knew it would do no good. She would resist her obvious yearning for him.

  When she closed the door, blocking the light from the hallway, darkness surrounded him. But not the ominous blackness that had gripped him for what seemed like an eternity--before he’d met the lovely young woman with sky-blue eyes and hair like glimmering sunshine. She had revived his spirit as well as his body.

  Lucinda.

  Her name curled through his mind like satin ribbon--as smooth and sensuous as the woman herself.

  Divine.

  Very apt indeed. The vibrant Lucinda certainly was divine--and she would be his. He knew that with a certainty he would stake his life on.

  He lay back on the soft, smooth bed covering, tucking his hands behind his head. He couldn’t remember anything before waking up in the dark place she’d found him, but that didn’t concern him. At first, he’d been disoriented and uncertain, but as soon as he’d seen her, he knew he had a purpose here. To win this woman--his woman. That knowledge, along with an ingrained sense of strength and power, fortified him with confidence. Memory would return with time, and then would come understanding.

  Right now, he was more intrigued with his woman. Somehow, he knew he’d never met a woman so strong, or so soft and alluring. When he’d held her close, he’d had to clamp down on his powerful response lest he sweep her away to a staggering eruption of passion.

  The memory of his sweet, innocent woman in his arms turned his blood into molten fire. It pounded through his body, rushing to his groin. At the potent flood of heat, his cock stiffened and rose in a powerful, painful erection. He freed it from the confines of the tight, black breeches she had given him, kicking them to the floor. As he wrapped his fingers around his hot flesh, he remembered the softness of her neck under his lips, strands of her golden hair a delicate wisp across his cheek, the slight scent of apple blossoms filling his senses. He flung off the rest of his clothes and swept the excess cushions off the bed, ignoring the chaos he created on the floor, then dro
pped onto the bed and stroked his hand the length of his engorged penis. Imagining erotic images of her soft body pressed into his, her breasts firmly against his chest, her rapt expression as she stared up at him, he groaned. The intensity of his need for her clenched tightly within him. God, how could she deny the heat pulsing through them?

  Seeking relief, he stroked the length of his staff. He imagined her opening the door to his room, stepping inside and slowly, oh, so painfully slowly, opening her robe. His fingers tightened around his penis as, in his mind’s eye, Lucinda pulled off one scrap of cloth to reveal her naked breasts--round and full, the aureoles dusty pink. God, he wanted to taste them.

  His breathing quickened as she drew down her short, satin pants, slowly pushing them over the slope of her hips. The garment fell to the floor, but his imagined gaze locked on the silky, golden curls at the crest of her thighs. His tongue slipped over his lower lip as he thought about the heated slickness awaiting him there and what it would taste like. His hand slid up and down his rod as he watched her step toward him, then climb over his legs, capturing him between her thighs. The blazing heat of her womanly center firmly pressed against his legs. He pumped his erection, his heartbeat rapid. His dream Lucinda leaned forward, offering him a taste of her soft, peaked breasts. His mouth encircled her and her nipple pebbled within his mouth and she sighed, a sound that melted through him. She shifted her pelvis upward, sliding over his raging, overheated cock. His hand moved faster. He felt tightness in his balls and, as he imagined Lucinda sliding her body down on him, encasing him in her warm, silken vagina, his cock exploded in a forceful ejaculation.

  He relaxed against the soft pillows, allowing his breathing to return to normal, and tucked his hands behind his head. He had siphoned off the hard edge of his desire for Lucinda, but his need still prickled inside him.

  He wanted her. He needed to join with her to make them both complete--but he couldn’t. Not yet. For some reason, Lucinda resisted her own need, even though he knew she felt the same overwhelming attraction to him.