The Darkness of God: Book Three of the Shadow Warrior Trilogy by Chris Bunch Read Free Book Online

maids.”
    She lay back, naked to the waist, legs curled, her eyes half-open, watching as he undressed.
    He touched the light sensor, and the room was dark except for a stream of light from the doorway.
    Joshua went to the bed and knelt over Kristin, one arm around her, the other sliding her dress up, cupping her buttocks, kneading them. She was not wearing a bodystocking, but had shaved her body smooth.
    She moaned, lifted her leg across the back of his thighs.
    “Yes,” she whispered. “Oh yes, my Dionysus.”
    • • •
    Kristin stifled a scream, writhed against him, then collapsed, her legs sagging back to the bed. Joshua stayed on his knees, lifted her legs about his waist, caressed her breasts slowly.
    “I’m back,” she said after a time.
    Joshua moved inside her, and she gasped.
    “Not yet,” she whispered. “Give me a moment.”
    “One and only one.”
    “Maybe,” she said, “there is
some
merit to chaos.”
    “In its place,” he agreed. “Logic doesn’t belong in the bedroom.”
    “I should be able to argue with you,” she said. “But I don’t think my brain is working right now.”
    Joshua lifted her buttocks, pulled her close against him. “Never interfere with success,” he said.
    “No … I mean yes,” she managed as he began moving slowly inside her. She rolled her head from side to side, wrapped her legs more tightly about him. “Oh yes. Send me away again.”
    • • •
    Joshua came out of the bedroom, robe wrapped around him. Lucian was scanning some papers.
    “I’ll have instructions for you in an hour,” Wolfe said. “Then nothing. We won’t go back out until tonight.”
    Lucian looked at Joshua with disapproval, said nothing, picked up a com and touched buttons.
    It was an hour after dawn.
    Joshua picked up the tray room service had just brought and took it back into the bedroom.
    Kristin was at the window, naked, leaning on the railing.
    Joshua put the tray down, dropped his robe, walked up behind her, and kissed her back.
    “Do you think anybody down there can see us?” she asked.
    “Probably,” he said cheerily. “And they’re getting ready to record every single lascivious move.”
    Kristin giggled.
    “That’s a nice sound,” he said.
    Kristin didn’t reply for a while, then:
    “This doesn’t change things.”
    “Sure it does,” Wolfe said. “It means you don’t have to sleep on the couch unless you want to. And you already said you had permission from Athelstan to be flouncing around like you are.”
    “You know what I meant.”
    “I know what you meant,” he agreed, hands sliding around her body, cupping her breasts, pulling her against him.
    “Joshua, I don’t think I can do it anymore. I’m sore.”
    “Umm-hmm.”
    “You’re not stopping.”
    “Ummm-umm.”
    “Oh. Oh. Oh GOD!”
    • • •
    “It’s time for work, people,” Wolfe said. “Here’s the order. Kristin, Max, I want you with me. Pick the best two of the gun-guards as backup. Get them into formais. Ten, no, fifteen more in the heavy lifter we’ve rented. If Kristin or I call for backup, bring the gunnies in ready for shooting. Lucian, I want you standing by our flit, pretending you’re the chauffeur. We may need to leave in a hurry and we want our back guarded.”
    “Negative, Wolfe,” the bearded man said. “My orders are to stay with you.”
    “For the love of — does it do any good for me to swear on — on
Critique of Pure Reason
that I don’t have any intention of double-crossing you? And there’s already two of the team on me like white on rice?”
    “Negative,” Lucian said firmly. “You may have subverted one of us,” and he gave a pointed look at Kristin, “but some of us know where our duty lies.”
    “That’s enough,” the woman snapped. “I still command, and I still speak for this gathering. You, Lucian. In the other room. Now!”
    The Chitet looked sullen, but he obeyed. Kristin followed, slamming the door hard behind her, and Wolfe heard