"Two words-h.e.l.l, yes."
Far from angering him, though, her words seemed to amuse him. "I like your wit, Shaye. I also like your courage. You please me, for you are a worthy mate. A worthy queen to my warriors."
Queen? Hardly. Look at the mess that her own life had become. Like she really needed to be in charge of other people.
And as for the other, well, she didn"t want Valerian to like her. Okay, she did. She just didn"t want to want him to like her. The more he liked her, the more determined he"d be to keep her, the harder he"d pursue her and the tougher it would be to resist him, to remember who and what he was-and the less she would want to escape.
"Come. I have tarried enough, yet I was unable to resist stealing a moment alone with you." He pushed to his feet and held out his hand, palm up, a silent command for her to take it. "They are awaiting us in the arena."
She studied his palm, powerless to turn away. She knew that if she intertwined her fingers with his, warmth would tingle up her arm. Such drugging warmth. Unwanted warmth. Dangerous warmth.
Her throat constricted. She stood, keeping her hands at her sides. "Lead the way."
He remained where he was, beckoning with a single wave of his fingers.
She crossed her arms over her chest.
His lips dipped into a disbelieving frown as he realized she was refusing him yet again. "I allowed you to refuse once. I will not allow you to do so now. I need your touch, Shaye. I need your strength. My victory depends upon it."
Ah, h.e.l.l. Way to stick a knife in her. Their gazes locked in challenge. The lush length of his black lashes cast decadent shadows over his cheeks. How did a man with blond hair have such dark eyelashes? They should have been pale, like hers.
"Sorry," she said. And she was. "You are stubborn," he said. "And you want to be cold."
She raised her chin. "I a.s.sure you, I am cold. I"m a b.i.t.c.h."
"Given time," he added smoothly, "I will heat you. I will make you burn."
The words were laced with promise, dripping with determination, and drifting beneath them was a challenge: every resistance will be met and conquered until you"ve soared over the sweet edge of surrender.
She gulped, but still didn"t allow herself to reach for him.
A muscle ticked in his jaw. "You have a choice. Take my hand or be carried in my arms."
"You didn"t mention my third choice. Leaving." She skidded around the chair and backed away, a single step.
"You? Leave?" He shook his head. "No, you are too brave. I will give you till the count of three to decide, then I will make the decision for you. One."
Another step backward.
"Two."
Yet another.
"Thr-"
She rushed forward and clamped onto his hand. At first contact, the warmth she "d feared speared her, spreading up, spreading out, overtaking her entire body. But if he had chased her and thrown her over his shoulder-and he would have-the sensations would have been so much worse. More potent.
She scowled up at him. Light banked his features, giving him a breathtaking radiance no one person should possess.
He grinned. "That was not so hard, was it?"
"Shut up. Just shut up."
He chuckled, but his laughter didn"t last long. His expression grew serious. "I have your scent in my nostrils, moon, and can find you wherever you are. Wherever you go. Do not think to try and escape from me during the battle." With that, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the dining hall, dragging her with him.
Hissing a breath between her teeth, she fought to keep up with him, flying forward at neck -breaking speed. "Slow down.
And what do you mean, you"ve got my smell in your nose?" She recalled yesterday, how obsessed he"d been with making her smell him.
"Just that your essence is branded into my every cell," he said, not bothering to face her. "As mine will soon be in yours."
"There will be no branding!"
"Actually, there will be no stopping the branding." Utter confidence cascaded from his voice.
Another promise.
Don"t engage him. Don"t encourage him. Her gaze snagged on the wall. White marble inlaid with silver stone, crumbled in bits and pieces. Scratch marks, as if someone had taken a tool to every inch. Changing the subject she said, "What happened here?" "Humans invaded, is my understanding."
Her gaze whipped to his back. Hard muscle and sinew strained under bronzed velvet. "Humans know about Atlantis?"
"Some do."
Wow. People actually knew about this place, yet they"d managed to keep it a secret. "Have you always lived in this castle?"
"No. My army claimed the palace only a short time ago."
Claimed. Aka "stole," she was sure. "Who did it belong to before you?"
"The dragons."
She skidded to a stop, forcing him to stop, as well, or drag her p.r.o.ne body. "Dragons? Did you say dragons used to own this property? And you stole it from them?" That explained the dragon murals, the dragon etchings, the dragon medallion he"d told her about.
Slowly he faced her, his expression confused. "This upsets you. Why?"
"Dragons spew fire and eat humans as tasty snacks. They"ll want their palace back."
"Yes."
Her eyes widened at his nonchalance. "And that doesn"t bother you? The thought of battling such fierce creatures?"
"No. Why should it?" His chest seemed to expand before her eyes. "I am fiercer. I am stronger."
G.o.d save her from male arrogance. "Sorry I don"t share your confidence," she said dryly.
He frowned. "If the thought of dragons scares you-"
"Terrifies me," she interjected.
"How will you react when I introduce you to the vampires?"
A strangled gasp wheezed from her throat, and she covered her mouth with a shaky hand. "I"m not meeting vampires."
"They are our friends."
He"d said our. He hadn"t said my. But our, as if they were already a couple. "You told me those creatures were in Atlantis, but I never thought you"d make me interact with them! Vampires drink blood, Valerian."
"They will not drink yours."
Grrr. There was no arguing with him. He had a response for everything. "That"s right, they won"t. I"m not meeting them, and I"m not staying here."
"Vampires are our allies. You have nothing to fear from them. You have nothing to fear from anyone in this land. I will always protect you. With my own body, if necessary." His voice dipped with s.e.xy, husky promise, once again flashing images of naked bodies, sweat-soaked skin and quivering pleasure through her mind. Grrr!
"You know, if you had any chance of convincing me to stay here-which you didn"t-you blew it with talk of dragons and vampires." He shook his head, his brow furrowed. "How you distract me, woman. Why are we discussing this now? I have a battle to win. A woman to claim," he said as he tugged her back into motion.
c.r.a.p. The battle. In the distance she could make out the sound of swords clanging together. Grunts. Male laughter.
Excitement.
"I"m going to say this one more time. I don"t want you to fight."
He lost his air of affection. He stopped, turned and took a menacing step toward her. Close enough that she felt the heat of his skin, the heady scent of it. Saw the flecks of blue and green in his eyes, brighter than the most precious jewels. He became utterly wrapped in malevolence.
"I warned you what would happen if you voiced such doubt in my ability again. I am powerful, a force to be feared, and I will have your faith."
If he expected her to apologize or back away, he did not get his wish. She stepped toward him, destroying even more of the open s.p.a.ce between them. Where she attained such bravado, she didn"t know. She only knew she could not let him in that ring.
"And I told you I didn"t give a s.h.i.t about your warning."
Sconces blazed from the walls, their glow flickering over the contours of his face. Shadows and light fought for dominance, playing over his cheeks. He suddenly appeared even more harsh than he had a moment ago.
Tendrils of desire, the same consuming desire she "d encountered when she"d first watched him stride from the ocean, glittered inside her.
"You will," he said, right before he tangled his fingers in her hair and jerked her to him. Instantly his lips slammed into hers with such force she gasped.
He used her open mouth to his advantage. His hot tongue pushed inside, past her teeth, past any thought of resistance. His big body engulfed her, set her on fire with ethereal flames. Flames that spread with dizzying speed. Wondrous speed. In mere seconds she went from cool, uncaring, untouchable Shaye to wild, aching, never-stop-touching Shaye. A woman who existed only for pleasure. For s.e.x and debauchery. For this man.
He consumed her. Dark need consumed her. And she discovered that she liked being consumed.
His tongue worked hers with expert precision, causing her nerve endings to leap to blissful life. Her nipples hardened, her thighs ached, her stomach quivered. His taste was pure s.e.xual heat, exotic, addictive. She shouldn"t want to, knew she should pull away, but she found herself winding her arms around his neck and accepting him fully, demanding more.
A feral growl of satisfaction escaped him, raw, as if he couldn"t hold it back.
"Do you want me?" he whispered fiercely.
As always the sound of his wine-rich voice excited her. More so than ever before. He"d been made for her, only her, his every action, every breath, existing simply to please her. The thought was intoxicating. Like the man himself. Heady and sultry and drugging.
"Do you want me?" he asked again.
"No," she forced out, then contradicted herself by licking the seam of his lips. Who was this wanton woman she"d become?
Valerian"s woman drifted across her mind.
His callused hands slid from her neck over each vertebra of her spine and settled softly on the curve of her hips. His fingers gradually scrunched up the hem of her shirt. "I want you," he said fiercely. Warm breath fanned her cheek.
There was a reason she should push him away. Yes, there was definitely a reason. A reason she should... drag his mouth back to hers. Taste him again. Feel the strength of his chest straining against her, feel the barely leashed power humming through his blood. Her nipples beaded tighter and hurt, actually hurt, for contact.
He released her shirt and reached under it, his fingers tickling her skin. She gasped in wonder.
"Your nipples ache for me, I know it." His hot gaze lingered on the area in question, making them pearl all the more.
"No, they don"t," she denied.
"It would be my pleasure to prove it to you. I could stand you in front of a mirror, slowly remove your top, baring your flesh inch by precious inch. I could cup your b.r.e.a.s.t.s in my hands, framing your nipples as they cry for me."
She should have been used to it, expected it even, but the picture he described tunneled into her mind. Valerian behind her, his arms reaching around her, kneading her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. One of his phantom hands began a slow, languid glide down her stomach, stopping at the pale curls between her legs.
"I hate that idea," she lied breathlessly. "Hate it." She brought her hands to his chest, her palms over his nipples. They were hard little points her tongue yearned to lick. To suck. As her fingertip curled in the steel loop anch.o.r.ed there, she wanted to lick and suck that, too.
He groaned. "I like the way you hate."
Oh, she did, too. Their breaths mingled together. Their gazes locked, a sultry clash of turquoise against brown, pa.s.sion against pa.s.sion.
"Hate me some more," he breathed.
She didn"t think to resist. She rose on her tiptoes-her body seemed to have a mind of its own-placing her lips just in front of his. His hands tightened on her waist, the grip needy, hard, commanding. Not allowing escape. He urged the lower half of her closer to him, so close, until she nestled against the long, hard length of his erection.
A hot, raspy gasp shuddered from her. Spears of pleasure arced through her, sp.a.w.ning other bursts of sensation. Needed sensation. Welcome sensation.
"I want to hate you, too," he told her in that same soft tone. "I want to hate you hard and fast, the first time. Slow and tender, the second."
"My king," someone called.
Shaye heard the voice distantly and despised the interruption. More kisses. She wanted more kisses.
As if Valerian didn"t notice the voice-or simply didn"t care-his gaze slid to her mouth. Wicked intent gleamed in his eyes.
So much desire blazed from him, she had trouble catching her breath. He was a man ready to give her as many kisses as she desired.
"My king," the voice said again, this time projecting equal measures of reverence, impatience and eagerness.
Valerian"s fingers clenched at her waist. "I don"t want to stop hating you," he said softly, a growl.
Saying "You must" almost killed her.
"Must hate you?" "Must stop."
He ran his tongue over his teeth. His nostrils flared, as if her taste lingered there. "For now," he allowed.