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The first thing I noticed, when I could finally feel anything again, was that I’d let go of all the mana I held. Panicked, I scrabbled for it before even opening my eyes ... but there wasn’t any. I couldn’t sense a single mage.
That startled me enough to make me start noticing other things. I was lying in a bed, for example, not the hard rock and dirt floor I expected, and it was warm – warmer than I’d been in what felt like a very long time. As I mentally took inventory of my situation, it also became clear, from the lack of itch and general stickiness, that I was blessedly clean. My scalp wasn’t prickly, my hair wasn’t plastered to my face, and there was no dried darkspawn blood cracking in the creases in my skin. And while I felt gloriously well-rested, I was also stiff and sore, and had to wonder how long I’d been lying there.
I must have twitched, or maybe it was the change in my breathing, but before I had time to think about anything else, I was being picked up and turned, and found myself sprawled across the firm body of my husband, face buried in his neck; he held me tight, whispering comforting nonsense in my ear. I took a deep breath, inhaling his unique scent, pressing myself tighter against him.
I couldn’t be sure it wasn’t some new hallucination, some misfiring of sleep-deprived neurons or possibly even some ploy by a desire demon who’d managed to make my exhausted, screwed-up mind its home ... but at that moment, I didn’t care. If I was that deep in a hallucination so vivid, I’d already lost my hold on reality – never mind the Architect’s mana, and he’d had all the opportunity he needed to do whatever he wanted to me. I was as good as dead already. So I might as well enjoy what I can get before I go.
I spread my legs, straddling Alistair’s hips awkwardly, the material of the nightgown I was wearing pulling uncomfortably. Before he could say anything, I sat up, eyes still closed, and worked the gown over my head, tossing it in a random direction, leaving me naked. I finally opened my eyes and looked down on the gorgeous man underneath me; his face was slightly flushed, his eyes wide as he seemed to be struggling to keep his gaze on my face, away from my naked flesh. I smirked.
“Sierra...” he began, but before he could finish the sentence, I leaned down and captured his lips in a searing kiss. He seemed about to object, so I slipped my tongue into his mouth when it opened, tasting him, devouring him, my fingers sliding into his short, sandy hair to pull him harder to me. He groaned when I rocked my pelvis against him, and I could feel him hardening underneath me. His hands came up to grip my hips, whether to stop me or pull me closer I wasn’t sure.
My brown curls fell around us in waves, curtaining us off from the world; it was like no one else existed, and I had to admit it was possible no one did, being in my hallucination like we probably were. I spent an eternity just kissing Alistair, exploring his mouth with my tongue like it was the first time. He just let me, teasing me with his own tongue, panting softly when I pulled away to breathe, and letting me set the pace. After everything I’d been through, it was heaven.
Untangling my fingers from the hair at the nape of his neck, which was a little longer than I was used to, I stroked my fingers down his ears, relishing the shudder that caused, then down his strong neck. I reached the neck of his shirt and began undoing the laces there with a sniff of irritation.
“Not a desire demon,” I muttered to myself, amused that I was so rationally pondering that possibility even within a waking dream. “Too many damned clothes!” I thought I heard him chuff out a slight laugh, and I smirked as I hauled his shirt up; he half-sat up to help me peel it off.
And then I had my hands and mouth on him. I sucked at the taut cord of muscle in his neck, while I stroked his broad shoulders, his muscular biceps, his washboard abs and bulging pecs. I buried my nose in his sparse chest hair, treasuring his smell and his little gasps of pleasure as I gently pinched and rolled his nipple. I explored the tantalizing recess of his belly button with my tongue while I gripped his waist with desperate strength, afraid he would disappear on me again if I let go.
And he responded, moaning and writhing underneath me, arching his back and gasping for breath under my relentless assault. He let me set the pace, take what I needed, even though I could feel his erection pressing against my belly, his hands fisted in the sheets to stop himself from grabbing at me and taking over. I could practically taste his yearning for completion.
When I finally tackled his soft sleeping trousers, I heard him mutter praise to the Maker as he scrambled to help me get him naked. I gave the length of him one long, languorous lick and a firm suck, and then I was crouched above him, lining him up with my needy channel, sinking down to take him in with a strangled groan. I was so wet, so desperate, that I took him to the hilt in one smooth slide, both of us crying out at the fulfillment of being joined.
I waited there for a moment, allowing my fluttering sheath to become accustomed to the intrusion, and finally he could take no more. He sat up, pressing his chest to my sensitive breasts, one hand immediately tangling into my curls as he dragged my face to his for a soul-shattering kiss, the other hand squeezing my hip hard enough that I knew he’d leave bruises – and then he started to move me.
I lifted my hips and slammed down onto him, matching the rhythm he demanded from me, rubbing my pebbled nipples against his chest as he plundered my mouth. I felt taken, possessed, but also so powerful, knowing I could bring this man to such heights of desperation. I had control, if I wanted it. Instead, I surrendered to him as he had to me, and we moved together instinctively, climbing toward our peaks together. I raked my nails across his back, sobbing as I felt the resulting surge of his hips under me, and then I was screaming and falling as my orgasm overtook me. I barely noticed when his rhythm suffered as he spilled inside me, as overwhelmed by white-hot pleasure as I was.
Sated, my overtaxed mind finally returning to me, I lay sprawled bonelessly across his chest, his softening length still inside me. I took a deep cleansing breath as he finally slipped out of me, rolling me to one side and wrapping his arms around me protectively.
“You’re real.” It wasn’t really a question; the hallucinations I’d had, while confusing, had lacked the scent, the feel of my husband, and the overwhelming warmth of the taint running through his veins. I’d been too disoriented to notice at first, but it was more than obvious once I had my brain engaged.
“Last I checked,” Alistair responded; I could hear the amusement in his voice. “I am a little bit disturbed by what we just did if you weren’t sure.” I giggled, and he chuckled softly. “So are you, for the record – real, I mean, though I wasn’t sure for a while either.”
His humour gave way to anxiety, and I finally lifted my head out of the comfortable spot it rested in to look at his beautiful face. “Did I disappear?”
He frowned. “You ... flickered. Briefly. Less than a minute, I’d say. Maker’s hairy arse, Sierra, what happened to you?” His tone sounded so frightened, so desperate, I wanted nothing but to hold him until the fear subsided.
I thought over my ordeal, wondering where to even start, when a few of the more horrific details I’d apparently been repressing made themselves known again. “Avanna,” I gasped, tears gathering in my eyes. “Faren!” The tears began to overflow, and I buried my face back in his neck.
“Avanna?” He sounded confused. “That soldier?”
“We have to find her. I swore to myself I’d find her, that I wouldn’t leave her like that. I won’t let them make her a broodmother. I won’t!”
“Sierra, Avanna’s safe. Faren ... well, he’s here. He’s unconscious, but he’s alive. We need to talk about that, but it’s going to be okay.”
I couldn’t even respond. Avanna, not a Broodmother? Faren, alive? I wriggled, trying to sink further into Alistair, flailing and grabbing at him until he wrapped me in a bone-creaking embrace, holding me close as I finally let loose and wailed, letting go of all the fear, the guilt, the mind-numbing exhaustion and defeat.
He just held me, allowing me to cling to him and use him as an anchor, my port in the storm. It took a few minutes for the tempest to abate, and when it did, my tears had mingled with the sweat of our recent exertion to leave me feeling distinctly sticky. I didn’t care, as long as Alistair held me and didn’t let go.
Finally cried out, I told him everything. The fight, Faren’s capture, the awkward deal I made with the Architect to keep Faren alive, our presumed rescue once Avanna reached Soldier’s Peak. Faren’s bloodletting, our dismay at being fed horse meat – and assuming our rescue was no longer likely. My hallucinations as I desperately tried to stay awake. And finally, I told him about the poison, about attempting to kill Faren in cold blood – at his request. The tears started again, but Alistair just held me – as though I wasn’t the total monster I felt like I was – and kissed the tears away one by one.
“It’s not your fault,” he kept repeating – which just made me angry, for some reason.
When I calmed down again, I finally got to hear his side of the story.
“Conrad had been patrolling and could feel a large group of darkspawn moving, but couldn’t seem to locate them. He sent us a messenger, and we were all out there, trying to track them down. Following them. We realised they must be underground, but couldn’t find a way in. We spent two days chasing them from above ground when we ran into Loghain and the others from the Peak. They’d sent us a message, but of course we were out and didn’t get it. They’d been looking for you once that soldier – your bodyguard? – told them you’d all been attacked.”
“How did she get away? They fed us her horse, or at least, I assume so.”
He shrugged. “I don’t know the details. We can ask – she’s here, somewhere. Anyway, they had found the ambush site, realised your bodies weren’t among the dead, and were following the trail the darkspawn left when they took you. Prince, of course, picked up your scent – and what I assume were your socks? – right away. We ended up fighting through dozens of darkspawn – some of them the talking variety – before finding that lair.”
“Did you kill the Architect?”
“He was gone when we got there – further into the Deep Roads, we think. There wasn’t any blood left behind either. Don’t know how he knew we were coming.”
“He could communicate with Utha without talking – I’m guessing he’s somehow connected to his sentient darkspawn. Like the Archdemon with his generals.”
“Lovely. Because telepathic communication is something the darkspawn clearly need to have!” He sighed. “When we found you, you stole Anders’ mana, and you obviously thought you were hallucinating – so Solona used a sleep spell on you. Anders tried to heal Faren – he stabilised but didn’t wake – and we took both of you and brought you here. We considered going to the Peak, but the Vigil was equally close and we have more access to help here.”
“How long have I been out?” I didn’t want to think about the frightening state I’d been in when they found me.
“It took us three days to get you back here on horseback, and it’s been another day since.”
“Four days!” I tried to jump up, distraught at how much time we’d lost. “He could have already made more sentient darkspawn. Or turned the Mother!”
Alistair held me, resisting my attempts to get up. “And we will deal with that, but there are things to deal with first.” He stroked my hair. “Relax, Sierra. We’ll get him.”
Too agitated to do anything like relaxing, I finally succeeded in pulling away, sitting up beside him. “I know where they’ll end up, more or less. We need to go, before the Mother has enough time to birth an army.” I ran a hand irritably through my now sweaty, greasy hair with a groan. I climbed to my feet, stretching out stiff muscles. No wonder I’m stiff – four days! “I didn’t even know sleep spells lasted for four days.” I started looking around for my armour.
He flushed slightly. “They don’t. She had to put you back under several times when you started to stir. We wanted to make sure you didn’t wake up disoriented or panicked, lashing out at us or the mages. So she put one final spell on you a few hours ago, and then Aedan sent all the mages out on patrol for a while.”
I looked at him despairingly. “Patrol! But we need to go.” When he just looked at me, shocked, I growled. “Alistair!!”
He climbed out of bed, approaching me with his hands up in a calming gesture. “We will, Sierra. But you’re still recovering, Faren’s still unconscious, and there were injuries during the fight. We couldn’t leave right away if we wanted to.” He reached out and put his hands on my shoulders, pulling me to him and kissing my forehead. I leaned into his warmth instinctively, unable to even identify the feelings coursing through me, never mind deal with them. “It’s going to be okay,” he asserted.
I pulled away suddenly, turning my back on him. “How is it going to be okay? Dozens of soldiers dead. The Architect in possession of the blood he needs to do untold harm. A Broodmother that could be, right this minute, breeding Children to attack us, or Amaranthine. Faren unconscious.” I reached for my nightgown, roughly trying to turn it right side in again, ripping it accidentally in my haste. “I tried to kill my friend! How is that ever going to be okay?”
I couldn’t figure out why I was so insanely angry. Alistair and Aedan couldn’t have known what was happening until I woke, and I hadn’t exactly been in my right mind the last time I’d been awake. They were right to be cautious and keep the mages away from me, had no reason to be gearing up for a battle. Alistair hadn’t done anything wrong.
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