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

menopause.”
    Her lips twisted. “I do intend to take hormone replacements.”
    “Cute. I mean, I won’t let you age.”
    “You think you can make me an immortal, don’t you? I thought that was reserved for an elite selection of Gifted.”
    “You might be one of them. I believe part of why I was so violently attracted to you was because I sensed you have a Gift.”
    Her headshake was adamant, final. “I don’t.”
    “That you don’t realize that you have one doesn’t mean you don’t. It might be buried deeper than usual.”
    “How can it be buried deep and at the same time be so apparent it drew you so strongly?”
    He felt his brain overheat with the validity of her question, with the contradictions, the desperation to find a way. “I don’t know. Yet. But it can’t have all been sexual.”
    “Why not? Our sexual chemistry is way off any chart. And then every other sort of passion and emotion was involved, too. I think I fell in love with you the moment you took that guy’s head off for me.”
    His head almost exploded. To hear her say she loved him now, when she was cornering him into admitting and accepting he would lose her…
    He almost ground his teeth to powder. “How romantic of you.”
    “I’m just trying to explain the overwhelming thing you feel from me. Not that it’s anything you should concern yourself with. What I feel is my responsibility, my business, not yours.”
    His heart shriveled. “And how accommodating of you.”
    “Listen, Vidar, I’m a big girl. I knew what you were from the first night, and still a horde of your Norse mythology creatures couldn’t have dragged me from on top of you. I’ve loved every second we’ve had together. What I feel doesn’t change a thing.” She came over him, hunger flaring in her eyes. “So if you don’t intend to leave just yet, shut up and let me have you. I’m mortal, so don’t you dare waste my time talking.”
    He held her away, desperate to find a hope, an answer. “But you may be more than mortal.”
    “No. I’m nothing special, and one day I’ll die.” She undid his pants, took out his cock, straddled him. She wore no panties beneath her skimpy nightie. Her moist heat scorched him as she undulated over him. “But not today, so enjoy me while you can.”
    He held her by the hips, stopped her from impaling herself on his erection. “I want to enjoy you forever. If I can make you immortal…”
    “You can’t. This is hard enough for me without you harping about it. I have no Gift you can foster—the only thing you’re fostering is bitterness about something I was okay with, my inevitable death.” She tried to scramble off him. “Okay, congrats, you’ve managed the impossible. I don’t feel like screwing your brains out anymore.”
    He tugged her back. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll do it to you, anyway.” He thrust inside her in one hard, long stroke. She screamed at his invasion, wrapped him inside and out in a vice of hunger and welcome. He growled at her captivation of him.
    Then everything disintegrated in the inferno of pleasure.
    It was after she’d collapsed in his arms, sated and shuddering with the aftershocks of her last orgasm, that reality crashed over him again.
    If she had no Gift, then she was lost to him.
    No. He wouldn’t accept that. He would find a way.
    Loki. If he wanted his precious Originals to remain a round dozen, he’d better cough up a special provision for Kara.
    If Loki couldn’t, he’d find someone who could.
    He’d sell his soul to have her forever.
     
    Vidar had barely put a foot down from the car when Alvar floored it. He had to bail out, roll on the ground, avoid two incoming cars, before he got to his feet, chuckling.
    In two days he’d forced Alvar and Daven to conclude a mission that should have taken five, so that he could go back to Kara. The rush job had involved a lot of pain and injuries. They weren’t happy.
    They now stuck their heads out of their windows and sneered at