Dreams of a Dark Warrior (Immortals After Dark, #10)

by Kresley Cole

In the old language, Natalya murmured, “He’s noticeably gazing away from you. Why do you think that is?”

Regin had expected him to stare at her in confusion, to demonstrate that he’d begun to feel some pull toward her. Instead, he acted as if she didn’t exist.

It felt bizarre to be ignored in general, much less by an embodiment of Aidan—who used to stare at her so hard that he’d run into trees.

“You wouldn’t have noticed, of course, since you’re busy checking out all of him, right down to his tightly muscled backside.” “You take that back, fairy.” “Ah, look at the magister’s hand. He just clenched and unclenched a fist. I wonder why.” “As if I care.” Finally a reaction!

Christ, I can feel her gaze boring into my back. Awareness of the Valkyrie made him . . . restless. He had difficulty concentrating on anything Dixon was saying.

the Valkyrie called out in English, “Yo, Dekko, who do I gotta blow around here to get a shower?” His shoulders stiffened, and he almost answered, “Fegley,” but somehow he stifled the retort and continued on—another victory for his iron will.

When he met Declan’s gaze, his jaw slackened and his green irises flickered, as though a flashlight shone behind them. Why does he look at me like he knows me? The second prisoner to do so. And more, this male seemed familiar to him.

“This is the berserker, Brandr.” “You don’t recognize me, do you?” the male asked.

“You think to take me as your hostage?” Shoulders back, the male said, “I think to take you as my kinsman.”

Still, Chase shouldn’t be winning that handily. He wasn’t merely subduing the wolf, he was beating the living hell out of him. Fighting like a berserker. A lean bear in winter. The way he moved . . .

His normally pale face was flushed, making his gray irises more vivid. His hair was finally shoved out of his eyes to better reveal those chiseled features. At that moment, he was handsome, powerful, and so much like Aidan that she gasped. Just as with Aidan, she was uncontrollably attracted to him. An invisible force. Like two magnets.

Instead of looking surprised by her lack of clothing, his gaze raked over her heatedly, taking in every part of her. A look both scorching and possessive. A look that made her pulse race.

As if unaware of what he was doing, he took two ste...

Her claws curled against the barrier between them, her breaths gone shallow. All else was forgotten. Declan Chase was forgotten. All she co...

In ancient Norse, the words tumbled out: “Take me with you, warrior.”

Take her with him? At that instant, Declan was tempted to do just that. Christ almighty, her body.

Casting her a look of scorn, he abruptly turned away. He strode to his quarters with his fists balled and his mind in turmoil. Because he was hard. God preserve me. For her.

He heard a groan, was shocked to realize the sound had come from him. His cock was now throbbing. It’d been so long since he’d been hard, longer still since he’d come. Enjoy it this once.

“What is your hesitation?” “I told you what he meant to me!” And earlier, all of her old feelings for him had resurfaced.

But actively plotting to kill Aidan? She recalled the way his eyes would crinkle when he grinned, could hear his laughter as if it were yesterday. Remember when I vowed I would love you . . . .

What if Webb agreed with him—and wanted to terminate the Valkyrie? So be it, he assured himself. Yet the idea sent a chill through him. And he didn’t know why!

For all his faults, Declan Chase had a kind of sinister, wretched attractiveness.

“You call this civilized?” She strained against her cuffs, leaning in to whisper, “Psst, Chase. The sexual tension between us is grueling.”

When his thumb hovered over the red button, she stared at him aghast. “You’re truly going to . . . torture me?”

“Why wouldn’t I torture you?” Because you used to love me, used to cherish me.

All Valkyrie consumed it—they were each connected through a grid of mystical energy—but Regin was the only one she knew of who could radiate it through her body. She’d inherited the talent from her birth mother.

Administering that poison had affected him nearly as much as her. Though he’d done the same to hundreds of other prisoners.

After Regin, Declan felt like he’d been tortured.

“I fuckin’ hate her.” Yet he still felt that pull toward her.

“I go with a peace offering. Check it”—Regin leered down at her own chest—“I’m braless.”

“it’s not my fault I came in here looking like Chesty LaRue. You caught me on laundry day, so I have no undergarments on. Though I will cop to a little extra spring in my step for your benefit.” He subtly adjusted his legs behind his desk. Hard-on. Zing! Regin one; Chase zero.

Those angry eyes were rapt on her bouncing breasts.

She stood, sauntering to one of the windows with that hip-swinging swagger that riveted his gaze and ratcheted up his pulse. Knowing she could hear his heartbeat, he tried to control it.

Protector. So they were lovers. Why did the idea make him want to beat the berserker into the ground? Brandr’s hands on her glowing skin. Declan couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted to kill this badly. His thoughts grew dim, primitive. —Mine by right! Meant only for me.—

I decided to give you a chance.” She smiled to herself, murmuring. “As well as my virginity.” He tensed, appalled to catch himself wondering what it would’ve been like to be her first lover.

He grew hard yet again. Earlier, one look at her braless breasts in that T-shirt had made him stiff as wood. Before encountering her, he’d gone ten years without so much as a twitch. And now this. Where was his control?

Instead of arguing, she rose and sauntered over to him, swinging those hips. A lesser man could grow enthralled with the movement.

With a yell, Chase lunged over her, pinning her bound wrists over her head, his hips forcing her thighs apart. She felt him harden in a rush, even after she’d battered his balls.

“Kiss you?” As he waited for revulsion to seize him, he found himself wondering how she would react. Would she moan into his mouth?

Bloody get off her, get away from her. But he needed to be above her like this, to master her, overpower her.

She twisted her hips beneath him, rubbing her sex along his length. He hissed in a breath, rocking against her in answer. Christ, it feels so good. “You’d let me fuck you right here, wouldn’t you? Take you on the floor like a common whore.”

Her nipples were still covered, but they’d puckered against the material. Want to see them. An involuntary thrust of his hips made her breasts bounce, uncovering more glowing skin. Almost to her nipples.

When he rocked it between her thighs, the pressure made him grit his teeth with both pleasure and pain. With another couple of thrusts, he’d come atop her; at that moment, he wanted to.

“Nothing can stop us from sleeping together. We’re like magnets pulled to each other.”

“You know I’m giving you good information. We could continue later, and I’d promise to behave for you. Or be your common whore. Gentleman’s choice.”

Now I was just rutting over a Valkyrie, desperate to see her breasts.

She’s a detrus—everything about her is foul, wrong. Yet still he was hard for her.

So he envisioned ripping her jeans down to her knees and shoving his cock into her tight little quim.

Not to mention that he was duty-bound to imprison and eventually execute her. His shaft didn’t seem to care about all that. He scowled down at it. If he did stroke off now, then she would win. He refused.

They would hurry back too if they had what he enjoyed. A golden goddess born from the heat of lightning.