Pleasure of a Dark Prince (Immortals After Dark #9)(7)
Author: Kresley Cole

With a sigh, she let sail another arrow. "Oh, dear, how foolish of me. You were saying?"

He continued closer. "When I set to kissing those pouting lips of yours – "

Another arrow sunk into his chest.

Now three wounds marred his gorgeous body, three trails of blood tracking over the rises and falls of rock-hard muscle. Gritting his teeth, he said, "This hurts like hell, lass, but it’s heartening."

"How do you figure?"

"At fifty times the distance, you dispatched that kobold with three arrows to the neck. I’ve earned a trio to the chest. Seems you slapped him while you’re tickling me. You doona want to kill me, which is a good sign. Maybe this is your way of flirting?"

She sobered once more, reality washing over her. "I’m not flirting – trust me, you’d know." Because disaster would be imminent. Damn it, he kept coming for her.

"If you’re truly a hunter, you will no’ leave a wolf to suffer. I’ll bet you usually shoot to kill – no’ merely to torment."

He had a point. It wasn’t in her nature to torture a being. Unless they had it coming. "Oh, very well. If I help you remove them, will you leave me alone?"

"Leave you alone? I’d rather bluidy wear them, Valkyrie."

With that, he slammed his fist against the end of the first arrow, sending the shaft jutting farther out his back. He reached behind him, now able to just snag the tip. Clenching his jaw, he threaded the arrow through his chest, the flights disappearing beneath the surface of his skin as he pulled it out from his back.

While she gaped at his resilience, he cast the bloody arrow aside, then started on the next, repeating the process. With each one, the muscles in his body went tense; once the arrow was freed, he groaned and relaxed – somewhat. Almost as if he’d taken sexual release but wasn’t sated.

A part of her was flattered that he’d rather go through this than receive her help. She could’ve snapped the ends, allowing him to pull them forward, but instead he withstood this pain – because he didn’t want to leave her alone?

His strength amazed her, his fortitude imposing. That awareness returned, and her skin pricked in the clammy night air.

When he began removing the last arrow, he advanced on her once more, tearing it free as he stalked closer, barely giving a wince, that determined mien never faltering.

She took a step back, debated using her one remaining arrow to put him down. She couldn’t kill him, but she could slow him with a shot between the eyes.

"I believe I’ve earned the right to stay – as well as a kiss from you."

She made a sound of frustration. "As if you’d be happy with a kiss? You expect to have sex with me and it simply will not happen – "

"But you want it to, do you no’?"

To have him take her here, hot and sweaty in the swamp? She swallowed. He was a Lykae – he’d want her on her hands and knees… Her heart sped up at the thought, but she shook her head stubbornly. "Of course not! Understand me, MacRieve, I’m a Valkyrie. I’m not bound by your… animalistic needs."

His voice a low rasp, he said, "After one night with me, Lousha, you will be."

 4

Adrenaline and need coursed through Garreth, muting the pain of his wounds, until all he could feel was the growing pressure in his shaft and an overwhelming lust for the creature before him.

A Valkyrie. Again, he marveled that Fate had given him a shield maiden for his mate. Now he didn’t know whether to laugh or howl. He’d likely have been damned happy about the fact if she’d stop resisting the fierce attraction between them.

Just earlier he’d wished for a more challenging female. Now he wondered why she was fighting this. She was aroused; the scent of his mate’s desire was mouthwatering, making him want to go to his knees in thanks – and to taste her. Her ni**les were so hard they had to be throbbing.

So why wouldn’t she surrender to him? Aye, he regretted his wish. He dimly wondered whether she would fall into bed with him if he told her he was a king.

Then he frowned as a thought surfaced. "Does another male… have a claim on you?" He might be needing to make a kill this very night.

"A male’s claim? On me? No one!"

Her heart had not been given. So it’s mine to win. He found his lips curling.

"Nor will they ever," she vowed.

"Uh-huh. That so?"

His amused tone must have flustered her. "A-again, not interested. You couldn’t find a more uninterested female."

"You forget I’m a Lykae. I can scent your interest." Gods, her scent was like a drug to him, her arousal so sweet.

Her face flushed, a light pink along high cheekbones. "Maybe I was interested in one of the other males on the field."

Jealousy seared him inside. Never had he felt its equal. He was upon her before she could raise her bow again, his callused palm wrapping around her delicate nape. "Take it back, female." He’d been able to rein in his aggression from the game. With more difficulty, he controlled the adrenaline pumping through his veins after finding her at last. But this jealousy was overwhelming.

"Or what?"

"Or I’ll kiss you till you canna remember another." He would seduce her, using everything he’d ever learned about women to coax his way inside her. "Kiss you deeply, thoroughly. Till you’re panting for more."

Lightning struck nearby, though she seemed not to notice. He could tell she wanted him to kiss her, was unconsciously rocking her hips to him, driving him wild. Why couldn’t she let go?

She stared at his lips as if she were trying to imagine it just then. But then she muttered, almost scornfully, "You win the timing award, Lykae. That’s for certain."

"Doona understand you, Valkyrie," MacRieve rasped. "When is it ever bad timing for a kiss?"

What would his be like? As if she had anything to compare with it. Playing a dangerous game here, Lucia.

He leaned in to nuzzle her hair, his breath hot against the pointed tip of her ear.

Not the ears! She was so sensitive there, and he grazed his lips right over the tip. That feels so good….

"Ah, my lass likes that?" he asked, nuzzling again. When she sagged into him, he took the opportunity to back her into an old oak.

He rested his hands against the tree on each side of her head, reminding her of his incredible strength. The Lykae were the most physically powerful beings in the Lore, could lift trains. He could have broken her like a doll, yet he’d been so gentle with her, even after the brutal contest earlier.

Even after I shot him.

He eased even closer, until their bodies were touching. When his gaze dipped to where her br**sts met his battered chest, she felt his penis pulse harder in a rush, and a last ounce of sanity told her, Stop this!