Free NocC 006 - Olivia Gates - Immortal, Insatiable, Indomitable - Harleqiuin 2012-01 by Nocturne Page A

discussed his battles as naturally as she did her cases. She wiped her plate and rushed to shower.
    He watched her streak away, sighed his pleasure. She was more magnificent than any goddess. Addictive passion on two gorgeous, endless legs, between which he’d found a heaven far better than any mortal had dreamed or god had promised.
    He’d never truly lived before she’d wanted him.
    And he now understood what Alvar had gone through. Wondered how he’d recovered. If you could call being a morose, unstable son of a bitch “recovered.” But Alvar had survived.
    He wouldn’t survive losing Kara.
    He had to make her immortal.
    But to become so, she had to be not only Gifted but one of a rare minority. Even if she was all that, not many had been able to withstand the reality of living indefinitely. He himself, before he’d met her, had been ready to end it all. And he didn’t even feel a Gift in her.
    But he was working with the conviction that her effect on him eclipsed his Gift-detecting ability, that a part of what had attracted him to her initially, and her to him, had been her Gift. Why else had she been there? She’d admitted she hadn’t known why she’d entered the nightclub, had no idea why they’d let her in. He was betting it was something she didn’t realize she had, pulling her to him, swaying those bouncers.
    What remained was to uncover that Gift. He’d then make sure she was one of the few who could attain and withstand eternity.
    She’d come back, was lowering herself over him, fresh and hot and urgent, her knee rubbing his erection, her eyes devouring before her lips sank into his. She always came home from work starving for him, didn’t want foreplay in that first slaking of hunger, wanted him wild and rough and assuaging. He always gave her what she needed.
    But after the nightmare he’d had last night, he had to settle this tonight. He’d dreamed himself standing at her window, gazing down as she looked up to wave goodbye. Out of nowhere, a car had hit her.
    It had driven home that he couldn’t assume he had time to find a solution, counting on her youth and health. An accident could rob him of her. He needed insurance, right now.
    He weaved his fingers through her hair, pulled her from worshipping her way down his body to the cock that wanted nothing but the embrace of her hot, talented mouth or her snug, welcoming body.
    “Hey!” She looked up in protest. “I’m hungry.” She rubbed him through his pants. “You…feel ravenous, too.”
    “That’s putting it mildly. But we need to talk.”
    The change that came over her was spectacular. One moment she was the incendiary lover who drove him out of his mind with a glance, the next she was a stranger. In another second she was sitting at the far end of the couch, her face unreadable.
    “You don’t need to talk. You don’t owe me a talk. You want to leave, just walk out and never look back.”
    He blinked in stupefaction. “What? That’s not what I want to talk about.” His heart thudded in disappointment. “By Loki’s Leer, Kara, you’d just let me go that easily?”
    She shrugged, face still shuttered. “You’ll leave sooner or later. I accept that.”
    “Well, I don’t accept it. I don’t want to leave. And I don’t want you to leave me, either. I won’t let you go.”
    She tipped her face. “Are you going to hold me captive?”
    “A very willing one. But I meant I won’t let you go, ever .”
    “Uh, you do know I come with an expiration date, don’t you? And if that’s in fifty years, I doubt you’ll hang around till then. You’ll maybe stick with me to my sell-by date.”
    He gritted his teeth at her cavalier attitude to what was tearing him up inside. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
    “You mean you’ll stay with me till I’m ninety? Let’s get real here and admit you’ll at best stay until my menopausal mood swings send you flying out that window.”
    “I don’t intend for you to reach