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

by Kresley Cole

A few of his men teased him that he’d put Reginleit up on a pedestal. As if she belonged anywhere else?

’Twas as if she’d been created for him—a warrioress with a fierce heart, a sharp mind, and a fiery passion to match his own.

“Oh, then, and what do you know of suckling a man?” She gazed up at him, her ears twitching. “I know from the timbre of your voice ’tis very important to you.”

“I do not recall others before you,” he said honestly. “You’ve bewitched me.”

he’d had the most realistic dream he’d ever experienced—one about the Valkyrie and her berserker. One that had made Declan awaken in a rush, on the very verge of coming, with his hips rocking and his cockhead wetting the sheet.

His eyes were on her like a hawk’s, his gaze possessive and familiar. He was looking at her like a man who’d seen her naked—and liked the view.

“I’ll bet she fantasizes about you even more.” “Jealous?” She rolled her eyes at him. “Of course I’m jealous.” “I’m surprised you’d admit it.” “You were mine first. My dibs are ten centuries old.”

“Baby, I’m all woman.” She spread her legs suggestively, so he was sitting between them. “Uncuff me and let me show you what you’ve been missing all your life.”

Declan believed she’d do it. He could lay her back on that desk, strip off her clothes, and enter her right now. The most beautiful woman he’d ever encountered. And for a moment, everything within him was in perfect accord with the idea.

“Bullshite!” His accent slipped yet again.

“In all your lifetimes, you’ve never even had a relationship with another. I’ll bet you’ve never slept with the same woman twice.”

“You hate it with others. You feel sick afterward.” In a softer tone, she said, “Because you’re missing what we had and want to stay true.”

“Let’s talk in your room. Take me there.” “Why would I possibly do that?” “Because that’s where your bed is, and that’s where I belong.”

I want a bath almost as much as you need to watch me take one.

“You called out, ‘Lanbert, send down the black-cloaked woman as my war prize, and I will end my siege. We close this eve with peace between us.’ Everyone was floored. For Treves to quit a siege without a victory? You’d won dozens of castles—you never lost. Even more shocking was that you wanted a woman.”

“You’ve come to sacrifice yourself to me?” “Have you not seen me in battle, knight? I sacrifice nothing with this move.” “Woman, you became my prize as soon as you crossed from that keep.” She lifted her chin. “Or you became mine.”

think you want to leave all this behind to be with me. Chase, I’m only waiting on you.”

He removed one gauntlet to run the backs of his fingers over her high cheekbones, his lids growing heavy. Her skin was impossibly soft. With each touch he marveled that such a female was in his keeping. My prize, and an earned one.

him. I might have a price on my head already. No matter. As Treves gazed down at her, he knew she would be worth any consequence.

“Why do you seem so familiar?” And how could he feel half in love with her already? As if he’d fall on his sword should they be parted?

“Why do you think me him?” She had mistaken Treves for someone else. I cannot surrender her. I will not.

“You will not return to this land, Valkyrie,” he commanded, his voice rough from the thought of losing her. “Your place is with me.”

“I’ve never wanted anything more than you in my entire life.” You are my life. Somehow I know this . . . .

she lay back like a radiant offering. So stunningly beautiful, she took his breath away. The first woman to grace his bed. And the last.

“No one keeps me from you, Reginleit.”

Which meant that she belonged to him. “Mine. Woman, you are mine.”

“Nothing keeps me from you. Nothing!” He cupped her face, pulling her up to him. “Tell me that you belong to me.”

“Follow me!” she cried. “Wherever you lead.”

Declan woke with his back bowed, his hand on his cock, precisely two quick pumps away from spending. “Regin!” he bellowed when his seed erupted.

He’d masturbated to a dream about a detrus and had come so hard, his spend had nearly reached his chin. I hadn’t known I could come so hard.

I’ll break her. And that was the reason—the only one—that he still burned to see her.

Foolish! the Endgame admonished. If you don’t survive the Gilded One, then your female will be in jeopardy.

Lothaire’s nemesis Nïx might be the Ever-Knowing, but he was the Ever-Doing—forever collecting debts. Over the millennia, he had amassed an army’s worth of debtors.

Once they were inside Chase’s office, he clasped her around the waist and lifted her onto the back of his couch. Standing before her, he gazed down at her face. “You wanted us to kiss, Valkyrie?”

found he didn’t like her quiet, had grown accustomed to her informing him of what she was thinking at all times. The idea that she wouldn’t be receptive to his attentions had never occurred to him.

“I do want a bath. And you do want to watch me take one.” The most beautiful female he’d ever seen wanted to bathe in front of him. And he was just craven enough to stride to the concealed panel of his room and say, “Then follow me.”

She scooted over, about to hop up on the desk. Without taking his eyes off her face, he moved a neat stack of papers, absently clearing the space for her.

“You can either remove them or strip and bathe me yourself. Gentleman’s choice.”

He took a stutter step, hardening at once. Running a hand over his mouth, he turned and began to pace outside the door. Go watch her bathe. She’s naked but for her collar. In my keeping.

He distrusted this female, had the urge to throttle her at times, might even hate her. And still I’ve got to see her breasts—

If you do not free me, you will die in some ghastly way. I’m cursed. You understand about curses—you’re a Spaniard, for the gods’ sakes!” “A curse would be living without you by my side,” he said so smoothly.

She raised her hands from the water to display her little shell-pink claws. —Curling for her man.— He swallowed. “You’re gettin’ aroused right now.” “I don’t deny it.” “Then by all means, woman, keep talkin’.”

“I stay faithful to him, always have. But Chase would prepare me anyway, since he was quite large.” Her gaze fell on his erection, bulging against his pants. When her eyes went silvery, he found himself easing his knees open for her to better see it.

“Wait.” Eyes narrowed, he leaned forward as well until he could feel the electricity sparking off her. Addictive. When their faces were only a few inches apart, he rasped, “He didn’t kiss your pretty little ears or tongue those stiff nipples?” I would have. Wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.

He knows I love to climax when I’m being filled, but sometimes I orgasm too quickly.” Almighty. He had to cough into his fist before he could grate, “Do you, then?”

“And he knew he had plenty of time for that. He planned to have sex with me at least . . .” She trailed off once more. Gaze locked on hers, Declan told her, “He’d fuck you till you lost count.”

Chase groaned, rubbing his palm along his length, making her gasp. But when he realized what he’d done, his cheeks flooded with color, and he fisted his gloved hands beside his hips.

Now he nearly went to his knees at the sight. “You’re so beautiful, Valkyrie.” And I have no idea what I’m goin’ to do with you. He’d meant only to kiss her, but now he wanted . . . more. “I need to touch you.” He quaked with the need. Explore every golden inch of you.

He could stroke himself off right here, but this teasing her excited him like nothing ever had. In this, his will was her will. If he decided he’d keep her on the edge, then that was where she’d stay. The idea was erotic as hell.

She would touch herself? In front of him? He groaned, wanting to see her rubbing her sex, but that was for another night.