“Well done, Jade.” His blue eyes were keen on me. “Get up.”
I did but it was on unsteady legs. I gave him a wary look.
He watched me impassively.
I realized that his eyes were the clearest blue I’d ever seen. Like a sky on a cloudless summer day. But when he turned feral they glowed like the inside of a flame.
I tried to give him a look which would seem unafraid but knew that my eyes flitted like a scared doe.
He jumped into motion and I nearly screamed. He twisted and caught behind my knees and my shoulders. Lifting me and compressing me until I was in his arms in a bridal carry. Leaving behind him the smoky black tendrils that indicated he’d moved inhumanly fast again.
I need to remember what he is at all times.
Stay on my guard. I reminded myself.
My arm automatically slung over his muscled shoulders. The high bones of his shoulders moving as he carried me toward his bed.
I must’ve cried myself to sleep. Because I found myself slowly waking. Realizing it was pitch black outside beyond the shutters in the distance. Silvery moonlight searing down over the Training Gardens below.Where mages learn to kill wolves. I thought bitterly.Warlord’s mages.The room was so dark I could hardly see anything inside save where that moonlight seeped into to cast over the floor between the window and the table, he’d had all his herbs on before bringing me in here.I realized there was deep, masculine breathing next to me. Warm even breaths along my neck. And a heavy, hairy leg strung over my smoother ones. A large hand palmed one of my breasts and his body was steaming hot next to me. Warming me despite the open window.He’s too close.How’d I fall asleep with my biggest threat so near? I had no idea. I squinted to peer at him.I couldn’t see him a
His hard cock peeled through my soft lower lips and finding the tight heated channel beyond and stroking into me.I gasped behind his hand. My neck straining and my body lifting as I tried to retract from him. Trying to retreat from the hard rod piercing my tenderest flesh.“You’re not going anywhere, Jade.” He asserted in a harder voice. “You’re here with me. And I’m inside you. And soon I’ll take your maidenhead.”I shook my head beneath his hand. No. Don’t do that. Don’t ruin me.He nodded slowly in answer. Hard jerks of his head which told me he had no sympathy for me, and it was happening.As he sheathed into me and found that weak bit of skin deep within me, he paused.“It’s going to hurt, Jade. We’re going to get it over with. Brace yourself.” He leaned into the crook of my neck. Still holding a hand over my mouth. And I felt the graze of his
Warlord held it gingerly and looked back at the bird. Giving a series of pretty twittering whistles at it.The bird responded in kind and cheerfully took off. Black tipped red wings fluttering as it vanished as quickly as it’d come.“What’s that about?” I stared after the bird, fascinated.“Messages.”“From who?”“One of my sources.”Sources? I’d always heard he talked to no one. How’d he groom sources?And who were they?Who’d want to aid such a cold man?“Magus.” He explained absentmindedly.“One of the mages?”“He used to be.”“But he’s not now?”“I just helped him escape under the condition he would send me such word.” Warlord’s tone hardened slightly, and I could tell he wasn’t liking where this discussion wa
Warlord began stirring through things. Tugging out a small black bag and stuffing a few vials in it and a few clothes.“What are you doing?”“Preparing to go on a mission.”“So soon?”You’re leaving me? I was half afraid of being alone. Worried someone else might come up here and do to me what Warlord had this morning.He paused to look at me. “No one will get to you.”“How do you know?” My voice quaked.“I wouldn’t let them. You’re mine.” There was such confidence in his voice that I found it somehow reassuring.Even though it means he’s coming back.And he sees me as no more than a possession.He gave me another quick look but said nothing.***He slung the back over his shoulder. But he paused when he heard my question.“If you can’t leave, why doesn’t
“More than you can imagine. Get it off me.” He urged.He wants to wash away the killing? I wondered.He was acting as though the blood made him feel deeply dirty.Not just flesh deep.I finished his chest and lifted my hands. Using the corner of the bar to lather at a few spots. And scratching at the others with my fingernails, as gently as I could.I glanced at his eyes. Barely noticing that he was staring at me as if seeing into my soul. His gaze roving my face as if looking for something. His penetrating study made me feel exposed. Even more than I already am.As intimate as if he’s inside me again.“What?” I asked.“You’ve the most erotic thoughts.”I gasped.“You were staring at me before that!” I sputtered.“You’re right. I was.” He coldly admitted.“Why?”“
I couldn’t imagine anything King Detry could possess that’d make Warlord cave to his whims. I stared into his blue eyes and saw only resignation and pain.Who’d have thought he was capable of pain.“Why’d you save me?” I blurted. Reaching up to catch a handful of wet dark hair. Surprised at his thickness as I pushed it back behind his ear to better see him. Despite that he was now clothed, that dense mane still hung in heavy straight strands, dampening his shirt.A flick of his hand could dry it instantly.What am I doing touching him?The look on his face was nearly as startled as I was sure mine was.Why’d I move his hair? It was such an achingly intimate gesture.To try and read him. I could admit I’d been having a hard time with that since I’d gotten here. Nothing I’d seen so far matched the character that he projected. That ev
Warlord laced his fine cloak with the velvet lining around his neck and headed for the chamber door. Pausing just before it to turn and give me a look. “I have to go. I must rejoin the King’s guests for dinner.”His shoulders slumped as though this were something he dreaded.And why is he bothering to explain to me where he’s going and why? It seemed a bit odd.Then he turned and yanked the door closed behind him, but the corner of his cloak caught slightly, and the door creaked back open slowly.I held my breath and didn’t move. Hope surging through me. When he didn’t return and close it, I about died of shock.A way out.I grabbed my torn old dress, the nearest thing I had and threw it on, tying the laces up the front tight enough to hide where it was torn.I crept to the door and eased it open to peer down the stairs immediately outside of it. Catching sight of his black cloak w
“Killian!” The woman called after him. Appalled he was leaving the dinner table just as the meal was beginning. Abandoning her to sit alone.Surely the man to her other side will have no qualms about alleviating that disappointment. I saw her pretty face in my mind’s eye and recalled Killian-Warlord stating he didn’t want to continue their relationship.They’d had one prior?Why did that sicken me so badly?I was yanked from my thoughts as his boots thudded from the banquet hall and he took a hard left from the doorway. Ducking down a short, dark hallway.A servant’s hall. What is he doing back here?Curiosity thrummed through me, and I was nearly biting through my lip. I have to follow him. Where does he go when he’s upset? Who does he go to?I had so many unanswered questions. My curiosity overwhelmed me, and I found myself padding behind him. Watching the