The darkness of the lower tunnels was not merely an absence of light. It was a physical substance, heavy and suffocating, pressing against the skin like wet velvet. The air here was different than in the upper shaft. It was thick with the scent of ancient minerals, damp earth, and a faint, sweet metallic tang that tasted like ozone and copper on the back of the tongue.
Raina took the lead, her tactical boots finding purchase on the slick, uneven stone floor. The beam of her SureFire flashlight cut a stark white cone through the gloom, illuminating dust motes that danced in the stagnant air. Behind her, the rhythmic crunch of boots told her that Marcus and Eira were close. Pearl trailed further back, her presence marked only by the soft, bare-footed patter of the Siren.
Raina adjusted her grip on the heavy flashlight. She had given her sidearm to Marcus, a decision born of tactical necessity but one that left her feeling strangely vulnerable. Her other hand rested near the laser sensors in her cargo pocket, her mind racing through atmospheric composition charts.
Nitrogen. Oxygen. Carbon dioxide. Perhaps trace amounts of methane.
She was trying to ground herself in science, but her brain was beginning to betray her.
It started as a hum. A low, vibrating frequency at the base of her skull. Then came the flash.
It was not a light she saw with her eyes. It was an image projected directly onto her visual cortex. For a split second, the darkness was replaced by the face of a man. He was breathtakingly handsome, with a jawline carved from marble, dark hair that fell perfectly over his brow, and eyes that held the golden warmth of a dying sun. He looked like a movie star from the golden age of cinema, perfect and impossible.
Raina shook her head violently, squeezing her eyes shut.
Hypoxia, she told herself firmly. Low oxygen levels. Or perhaps a high concentration of hallucinogenic mold spores.
She kept walking, forcing her breathing to remain steady. She was a trained operative. She knew how the mind could fragment in isolation tanks or deep-cover stress positions. This was just biology playing tricks on her.
"Hold up," Marcus's voice echoed from behind her. "The tunnel forks here."
Raina stopped. She swept her light across the split in the path. To the left, the tunnel narrowed and sloped downward. To the right, it widened into a chamber filled with precarious piles of fallen rock.
"We need to cover ground," Marcus said. "I'll take Eira and check the right. Raina, you take the left. But don't go past the bend. Just see if it opens up."
"Copy," Raina said. Her voice sounded steady, even to her own ears.
She stepped into the left tunnel. As she moved away from the group, the darkness seemed to rush in to fill the space between them. The air grew warmer, losing its subterranean chill. It caressed her cheek like a physical touch.
You are so beautiful.
The voice was a whisper, but it didn't come from behind her. It bloomed inside her ear, intimate and warm.
Raina spun around, swinging her light back toward the junction. Marcus was talking to Eira, his back to her. He hadn't spoken.
"Did you hear that?" Raina called out.
Marcus turned, his face a pale mask in the spill of Eira's light. "Hear what?"
"A whisper," Raina said. "Someone said..." She trailed off. It sounded ridiculous. Someone said I was beautiful. "Never mind. Acoustics down here are strange."
From the shadows near the back, a sound bubbled up. It was a giggle. High, melodic, and knowing. Pearl was laughing.
Raina narrowed her eyes at the Siren. Pearl was leaning against the rock wall, her arms wrapped around herself, shaking with silent mirth. She looked at Raina, her large eyes swimming with secrets, and winked.
"Stay put, Pearl," Marcus ordered, misinterpreting the giggle as mischief.
"I am a statue," Pearl chirped. "I am a stone."
Raina turned back to her tunnel. She was annoyed now. The damp air, the hallucinations, the giggling girl. It was unprofessional. She marched forward, determined to map the left fork and get back to the surface.
She rounded a sharp corner in the rock. The light from Marcus and the others vanished instantly, cut off by the angle of the stone. She was alone.
Raina raised her flashlight to scan the ceiling.
There was a face in the light.
It was inches from hers.
She gasped, stumbling back, her heart hammering against her ribs. But she didn't scream. The panic that should have flooded her system was instantly replaced by a wave of warm, golden euphoria.
It was him. The man from the vision.
Nix hung from the rock wall, clinging to the stone with an effortless grace. In the harsh glare of the tactical light, the Glimmuck was revealed not as a monster, but as a being of exquisite beauty. He was smaller than a human man, perhaps four feet tall, but his proportions were flawless. He wore a simple loincloth that highlighted the sculpted definition of his thighs and abdomen. His skin was smooth, glowing with a faint, iridescent sheen, and his face was that of a matinée idol—chiseled, rugged, and unbearably handsome.
He dropped from the wall, landing silently in front of her on a raised ledge of rock that brought him eye-level with her.
Raina stared at him. Her rational mind was screaming that this was the creature Marcus had described, the thief. But her body responded to him with a sudden, sharp jolt of desire that made her knees weak.
Nix smiled. It was a slow, devastating expression that crinkled the corners of his golden eyes.
He reached out.
His hand was not a claw. It was a human hand, proportionate to his size, but elegant and strong. His fingers were smooth, devoid of callouses, with manicured nails. It was a hand made for playing a piano, or for touching a lover.
He placed a finger gently over his own lips.
Shh.
Raina stood frozen. The flashlight trembled in her hand. Nix reached out with his other hand and touched her earlobe. His touch was electric. His skin was incredibly soft, softer than any man she had ever known, yet beneath that softness lay a tensile strength. He traced the line of her jaw, his fingers gliding over her skin like warm silk.
"Do not speak, flame-hair," Nix whispered. His voice was a baritone purr, vibrating with a resonance that bypassed her ears and went straight to her nervous system. "Words are for the surface. Down here, we feel."
Raina's mouth opened, but no sound came out. She felt a fog rolling over her mind, a pleasant, heavy mist that obscured her mission, her training, and her logic. She was being rewritten. The pheromones exuding from his skin were specifically calibrated to her biology, a chemical key turning a lock deep inside her brain.
He winked at her.
He turned and began to walk deeper into the tunnel. He looked back over his shoulder, beckoning her with a single, inviting wave of his hand.
Raina followed. She didn't decide to follow; her legs simply moved. She felt like she was floating, tethered to him by an invisible golden thread.
The tunnel narrowed. The air grew hot and humid, smelling of musk and exotic flowers. It was his scent. It was intoxicating, drawing her in like a moth to a flame. They walked for what felt like miles, though it could have been mere minutes. The passage twisted and turned, isolating them completely from the world above.
Finally, Nix stopped. He turned to face her. The flashlight beam was too harsh, too clinical for the mood. Raina, acting on an instinct she didn't know she possessed, lowered the light, covering the lens with her fingers so that only a soft, red glow filtered through her blood and skin. It cast the tunnel in a dim, crimson twilight.
Nix stepped closer. He moved next to her closely, almost touching, his presence overwhelming.
"You are wanted here," Nix whispered. He reached up, his hands sliding over her shoulders, kneading the tension from her muscles with expert precision. "I smelled you the moment you entered the air above. Your scent... it is like rain on parched earth."
"My scent?" Raina breathed. Her voice was thick, unrecognizable. "You don't know me."
"I know your heat," Nix murmured. He pressed his face into the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply, his nose brushing against her pulse point. "I know you are lonely in the light. You carry the weight of iron and duty. Here... you can put it down."
Raina's head fell back. A shudder ripped through her body. He was right. God, he was right. She was so tired of being strong.
"I will be yours," Nix said against her skin. "And you will be mine."
The words acted like a command. Raina dropped the flashlight. It clattered to the stone floor, the beam pointing at the wall, casting long, dancing shadows that looked like flickering flames.
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Nix's hands drifted down from her shoulders, his fingers hooking effortlessly under the straps of her tight black tank top. With a slow, deliberate movement, he peeled the fabric down, exposing her to the cool tunnel air and the warm red glow of the light.
He paused, his golden eyes widening in genuine reverence.
"Perfect," he breathed. "The mountains of the surface are not so proud."
He reached out. His palms were soft, impossibly smooth, and radiated a heat that seemed to match her own internal temperature exactly. When he cupped her breasts, Raina gasped, her back arching off the stone wall. It wasn't just a touch; it was a communion. His fingers didn't just press against her skin; they seemed to speak to the nerve endings beneath, knowing exactly how much pressure she craved before she even knew it herself.
He leaned in, his handsome face bathed in shadow, and captured her left nipple between his lips.
Raina's knees buckled. She had been with men before—soldiers, spies, lovers—but she had never felt this. Nix didn't just suck; he created a rhythmic, vibrating suction that sent shockwaves straight to her core. It was a sensation entirely alien to her experience, a harmonic resonance of pleasure that felt like he was drawing the very soul out of her body through her skin. His tongue flicked and swirled with a dexterity that was beyond human capability, teasing her to a peak of sensitivity that bordered on pain, then soothing it back down to pure, molten ecstasy.
He moved to the other breast, treating it with the same devout attention. Raina cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her head thrown back. She felt as though every nerve in her chest had been asleep her entire life, and only now, under the mouth of this smaller man, were they finally waking up.
"I didn't know," she sobbed softly, the pleasure overwhelming her logic. "I didn't know it could feel like this."
She reached for him.
She grabbed his upper arms. They were hard as rock, corded with muscle. She pulled him closer, her hands roaming over his chest, his back. He was perfect. Every inch of him was designed to be touched.
Nix groaned low in his throat. He hopped up, gripping her waist with his legs, locking himself against her. Raina stumbled back against the tunnel wall, the cold stone pressing against her spine, contrasting with the searing heat of his body against her front.
"Yes," Raina whispered. "Yes."
She didn't know why she wanted him. The logic of the situation.. it was all gone. All that remained was a primal, driving need. She needed to be consumed.
Nix kissed her. His lips were soft, tasting of sweet nectar. His tongue was agile, exploring her mouth with a hunger that matched her own. He wasn't aggressive; he was a gentleman, guiding her, worshipping her.
Her hands moved down. She needed to know. She needed to feel all of him.
She brushed against his hip, finding the edge of the loincloth. Her fingers slipped beneath the rough fabric. She gasped.
He was magnificent. Despite his stature, he was fully, impressively male. The proportions were staggering. He was hard, heavy, and pulsing with life.
"Oh," Raina moaned, her eyes rolling back. "Oh, god."
The shock of it only fueled the fire. She gripped him, her hand moving in a steady rhythm. Nix threw his head back, his hands tangling in her red hair, pulling her head down to his.
"You like the thief," Nix growled softly, his hips bucking against her hand. "You like what he stole for you."
"I like it," Raina confessed, breathless. She was lost. She was drowning in the sensation. "I want it."
She fumbled with the button of her cargo pants. Her fingers were clumsy, shaking with adrenaline and lust. Nix helped her. His hands—those soft, human, skillful hands—made short work of the heavy zipper.
He pushed the fabric down. His hands slid inside her underwear.
Raina cried out, a sharp intake of breath.
His touch was divine. His fingers were warm and incredibly smooth, gliding over her skin with a familiarity that shouldn't have been possible. He found her instantly.
She was soaking wet. The heat between her legs was a slick, aching void. She was dripping, her body preparing for him with an intensity she had never experienced before.
Nix hummed a low note of approval against her neck. His fingers worked their magic, sliding through the slickness, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves with unerring accuracy. He played her like an instrument. He knew the pressure she liked. He knew the rhythm. It was as if he had access to the blueprints of her pleasure.
"So wet," Nix whispered reverently. "You are flooding for me, Raina. You are an ocean."
"Please," Raina begged, her hips grinding against his hand. The sensation was overwhelming. She was teetering on the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Nix, please."
She lifted him slightly, positioning him. She was ready. She needed him inside her. The spell had stripped away her inhibitions, leaving only the woman and the need.
Nix aligned himself. He looked into her eyes, his golden gaze burning with a mixture of triumph and genuine adoration. He wasn't just taking her; he was offering himself to her.
"Mine," he whispered.
"Yours," Raina echoed.
She began to lower herself onto him. The tip of him brushed against her, sending a jolt of electricity straight up her spine that made her vision blur.
"Raina!"
The shout was distant, distorted by the tunnel walls, but it shattered the air like a gunshot.
"Raina! Sound off!"
It was Marcus.
Raina froze. The spell didn't break, but the intrusion of reality was like a bucket of ice water. She blinked, her breath hitching in her throat.
"Raina!"
Nix hissed softly. He looked toward the corner of the tunnel, his expression twisting from lover to protector. He tightened his grip on her, trying to keep her in the moment, his hands still caressing her hips.
"Ignore the Iron Man," Nix whispered urgently. "He is far away. We are here."
But the moment was fracturing. Raina looked down at herself—pants unbuttoned, pressed against the wall of a subterranean tunnel, wrapped around a man she had just met.
Then, another voice cut through the dark.
"I found something!" Eira bellowed. Her voice boomed, echoing with the force of a Valkyrie's war cry. "Marcus! The wall is hollow here! I found a chamber!"
The shouting was getting closer. They were coming toward the fork.
Raina shoved Nix back.
It took every ounce of willpower she possessed. Her body screamed in protest, aching with emptiness and the denied release. Nix landed on his feet, looking bereft but understanding. He didn't fight her. He was a gentleman to the end.
"We have to stop," Raina gasped. She scrambled to pull her pants up. Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely work the zipper. "They're coming."
Nix looked at her, his chest heaving. He adjusted his loincloth with a dignified grace. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from her sweaty forehead with his soft knuckles.
"Later," Nix promised. "The dark is patient. And so am I."
Raina grabbed her flashlight from the floor. She took a deep, ragged breath, trying to slow her heart rate. She wiped the sweat from her upper lip. She checked her reflection in the dark lens of the camera. She looked flushed, wild-eyed, and thoroughly ravaged.
"Raina?" Marcus called, his voice much closer now. "You okay down there?"
Raina cleared her throat. It sounded dry, husky.
"I'm here!" she shouted back. She winced at the desperation in her own voice. "Everything's fine! Just... checking structural density. Coming back now!"
She looked at Nix one last time. He blew her a kiss, his golden eyes twinkling with the promise of what was to come. Then, he stepped backward into a shadow and vanished, melting into the rock as if he had never been there.
Raina stood alone in the red gloom for a second, her body still humming, her blood still on fire. She buttoned her tactical belt. She smoothed her tank top. She forced the mask of the engineer back onto her face.
But she knew. And the heat lingering between her legs knew.
She turned and walked back toward the junction, carrying a secret that was heavier than the rock above her head.