Bound by Forever (True Immortality 3)

Or a month.

Fuck.

“Yeah, we probably should,” he agreed reluctantly.

She grinned as she took the seat beside him and lifted the cloche covering her breakfast. “Ooh, you went English on me.”

They’d been living off room service the whole time and while the food was good, he thought his Irish girl might be growing tired of rice and grilled fish for breakfast. He’d ordered the more substantial traditional English breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausages, blood pudding, mushrooms, tomatoes, and baked beans. “Thought you might like a change.”

Niamh fell on the plate like a woman starved, so he guessed he’d been right.

He smirked as he took a sip of coffee.

She raised an eyebrow. Swallowing a bite, Niamh waved her fork at him. “What’s that smug look on your face?”

“Nothing. You just seem to have worked up quite an appetite.”

“Don’t.” She pleaded, surprising. “Every time you look at me like that, I want to jump you. And I cannot spend the rest of my eternity in a sex bubble.”

“A sex bubble?” Laughter trembled on his lips.

“Don’t laugh! You laughing makes me want to jump you even more. And I have a mission. Correction: we have a mission. I’m blaming the orgasms for my lack of visions.”

Kiyo chuckled harder.

She threw a piece of toast at him and it landed in his coffee.

Niamh stared at it sheepishly but he could tell she was dying to laugh.

“I was enjoying that coffee.”

“It was unintentional.”

“That may be.” He pushed his chair back from the table. “But a punishment is still in order.”

“No.” She shook her head. “I’m enjoying my breakfast.”

“It’ll wait.” He covered her plate with the cloche before he rounded the table to haul her into his arms.

She wrapped herself around him like a monkey as he carried her into the bedroom. “I’ve just had a shower.”

“You can magically clean yourself afterward.” He threw her on the bed and reached to unbutton her jeans.

“Kiyo.” Dark desire flooded her expression. “Promise we will leave the hotel room after we have sex. Today.”

“Okay,” he grunted as he whipped off her jeans and underwear.

“You need to pr-promise,” she stuttered as he unzipped his own jeans and pushed them down just far enough to free him.

Dragging her down the bed to meet him, he gripped her hips in his hands, lust and love making his heart thunder in his chest. “I promise.” Then he thrust into her tight, wet heat, exulting in her cries of pleasure.* * *“I can’t believe we’re outside our room.”

Kiyo strolled at Niamh’s side as they moved with the crowds across Tokyo’s famous Shibuya crossing. They’d been to this part of the city before, but Niamh still took everything in like she was seeing it for the first time. Did she know what a gift her sense of wonder was? “You keep saying it like that, you might bruise my ego.”

“Oh, please.” Niamh threw him a wry look. “You know if it weren’t for the mission, I’d have tied you to the bed myself.” Worry darkened her eyes. She spoke in his mind now. It’s been days and days without a vision. And Astra is out there and probably now knows you’re immortal.

Niamh had since told him what Astra said in the garden. She’d known he and Niamh were true mates before they did. Had a vision about it. And she believed the only way to turn Niamh dark was to break the bond between her and Kiyo, i.e., kill him.

Grabbing hold of Niamh’s wrist, his thumb caressed her scar as he pulled her out of the crowd and guided her up against the wall of a shop. He braced his hands on the building, cocooning her. “Nothing is going to happen to me. It can’t.”

“I’ve told you before. No one on earth is impervious to death.”

Not wanting to argue when she was so certain, Kiyo shrugged. “Fine. Okay. Say something happened to me … I know you. You won’t turn dark.”

He felt a wave of shame emanate from her and his jaw tightened with anger.

Not at Niamh. At Astra, for planting thoughts in her head.

“She had a vision that I do,” Niamh reminded him.

“She said she had a vision. There’s no evidence she actually had a vision of you going to her side and opening the gate. You know what there is evidence of? Her trying to manipulate you. Or do you not remember she planted visions in your head?”

That feeling of shame he sensed disintegrated and an intense flood of tenderness hit him. “You’re so bloody wise,” she said and leaned up to brush her lips across his. “You always make me feel better, Kiyo-chan.”

He grinned at her endearment and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before pulling back. If he lingered any longer, they’d end up back at the hotel. They walked again, heading north toward Meiji Jingu. Niamh wanted to see the Shinto shrine and gardens, and without any current direction, Kiyo saw no reason they shouldn’t enjoy the city and each other’s company while they could.