Warriors of Poseidon 03 - Atlantis Unleashed

Nereid would take over and harm her.
    I am part of you, the Nereid whispered in his mind. The sooner you come to terms with that, the sooner we can join forces to be more powerful than ever you have dreamed.
    Justice lifted his head from Keely‟s and stared down at her. “I want you more than I have ever wanted any woman. But—”
    Take her, you slug-ridden bottom feeder! You know you want to fuck her until she screams our name.
    “No!” he shouted.
    Keely‟s puzzled look turned to one of understanding. “He‟s fighting you, isn‟t he?”
    “Yes. He wants you as much as I do, but in darker ways. I cannot—I‟m not sure I can control him,” Justice admitted.
    Keely‟s smile, though tremulous, held a wealth of trust that humbled him. “Tell him . . . no.
    Let me tell him—tell you both. I want you. All of you. You don‟t need to be rough or overpower me. Just make love to me. Please.”
    The Nereid‟s angry, driving need faltered, turning into confusion. How can she want me?
    Even you, who are the other half of my soul, do not want me.
    Justice gave the question the careful consideration that it deserved, then responded out loud so that Keely could hear him, too. “Perhaps I am wrong in this. Perhaps I need to accept that we are both parts of the same whole.”
    Dark laughter rang in his mind. If we get her, I am willing to try anything .
    Then somehow, some way, something changed. For the first time in his life, Justice felt—even without his mental shields—a tentative truce. A kind of peace settled over him and his mind achieved a form of calm it had never known.
    Keely looked up at him, a question in her eyes.
    “Yes,” he said, his voice husky. “Yes, both of us—both of me —all of me wants you.”
    He bent his head and kissed her, holding nothing back, and the vortex opened around him.
    Her mouth tasted like honey and home and everything he‟d ever wanted. His tongue dove in and he took, feasted, drank her mouth and lips. He rained kisses on her cheeks, nose, and forehead the way he‟d caused water to shower down on her before.
    The wonder of her touch humbled him. The touch of her lips inflamed him. The feel of her body tightened his own almost to pain. His cock hardened until he thought he would explode from the merest touch. He wanted her; he needed her. She would become his and remain his forever.
    “You are mine, Keely,” he said, desperate for her to admit it. “My vision quest has shown me, and the flame of Poseidon you‟ve seen in my eyes confirmed it. Your soul is the destined mate to mine.”
    She pulled back a little, but he tightened his arms. He would never let her go. She had to see that, had to understand it.
    “Justice, this is too much. I want you, too. I‟ve never felt like this before. But can‟t we talk about destiny and vision quests later?” She twined her arms around his neck and lifted her face to his, and her silken brows were drawn together in frustration. “I can‟t believe I‟m saying this, but can‟t we get naked now and talk about the future later?”
    He couldn‟t help it. He shouted out a laugh. “Your wish is ever my command, lady. But first, we need to take care of this.”
    He released her and removed his sword and placed it on the ground, then stripped off his clothes, tossing them away from him so fast that he had no idea where they landed. When he finally stood naked in front of her, he smiled. “Now I plan to do the same thing to you.”
    Keely stared at Justice and remembered her offhand comment about statues come to life. His powerful body, sculpted in long lines and perfect, muscular curves, was enough to make her gasp. His erection was as big as the rest of him and, as he looked at her, it bobbed against his abdomen, very visual evidence that he wanted her.
    Nothing was more potent than the knowledge of being truly desired, and Keely‟s nipples hardened until the lace of her bra was unbearable pressure against them. Her muscles jerked in a spasm of delight and her thighs tightened against the heat flooding her core. “You—”
    Her mouth was too dry to get the words out, so she tried again. “You plan to throw my clothes all across the jungle?”
    He flashed that very wicked smile and started toward her, slowly stalking her as any predator would stalk his prey. A fierce, almost feral heat burned in his eyes and she caught her breath at his plain intent. He wanted her, and he was going to take her. He was pure dominant alpha