The Warlord Wants Forever Part 9

After Myst dried off, she dressed in an emerald-green, understated nightgown that said neither "do me" nor "don't do me." She lay back in his bed, realizing she was just so relaxed relaxed about everything. Strange, but she felt so at home here in this cold, bare mansion. about everything. Strange, but she felt so at home here in this cold, bare mansion.

Less than half an hour later he returned and showered. There'd been no threat? Probably his brother visiting just in time to see Wroth looking like she'd fought him for her life. He should see when she didn't didn't pull her punches. pull her punches.

When he joined her, she wondered if he was going to make love to her again. Their time in the field had only set a fire for her-lit a pilot light, so to speak, as it had never been lit before. She was sore, but if he commanded her not to hurt again ... yet he only clasped her into his arms so that her head rested on his chest. She saw he was hard, but he made no advance.

Finally, he curled a finger under her chin and raised her face to his. He drew her hair back to reveal his bites. He let her hair fall, then stared at the ceiling, rumbling the words, "I regret hurting you. The number of bites, the lack of care before ..." her hair fall, then stared at the ceiling, rumbling the words, "I regret hurting you. The number of bites, the lack of care before ..."

She knew what he meant by the latter-he regretted not taking time to prepare her body and ease into her. When she thought about how he'd learned to do this, or imagined the first time he'd ever realized that he would need to, she felt a flare of jealousy. jealousy.

"I can't believe I lost control like that. I am unused to being blooded. I am unused to being a husband. But I vow to you that things will be different-I will be gentler."

That statement was the first thing to truly threaten her lackadaisical mood since she'd returned here. She didn't want their s.e.x to be different. Their s.e.x. Their s.e.x. Great Freya, was she thinking about keeping him? She would get used to his size, and then she would demand that he be anything but Great Freya, was she thinking about keeping him? She would get used to his size, and then she would demand that he be anything but gentle. gentle. She couldn't have ordered up a better match for her in bed and she'd be d.a.m.ned if she let him hold back all that magnificent strength. She couldn't have ordered up a better match for her in bed and she'd be d.a.m.ned if she let him hold back all that magnificent strength.

He was everything she could ever dream of physically. His scars alone ... she stifled a moan but her claws were curling. He was a warrior, with a warrior's mentality, which she appreciated. None of her lovers before had been warriors. No, they'd been the warlock, an immortal sultan and an architect. Perhaps that was why she was so attracted to Wroth.

She and Wroth were kindred.

"Speak to me," he commanded, then immediately amended, "Will you not speak to me?"

"I want my chain back. I want to choose." If he gave it to her, she would stay awhile. Her sisters had already seen her s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g a vampire-she might as well enjoy the pleasure for a time.

He moved to his side, pressing her to hers as well. There they lay, gazes locked. Dawn was nearing and she didn't want this to end for some reason. He put his hand on her shoulder and stroked her. His palm was rough from hardships and the grip of his sword, and she relished the feel of it. "I can't lose you. The very thought makes me crazed. I can't even allow myself to imagine you leaving me." His hand squeezed her now.

"Are you so certain I would?"

"Yes. I am," he rasped. His tone wasn't blaming, but more like he was explaining something regrettable but inevitable.

She didn't deny it, because he was probably right. He called himself her husband, but she didn't recognize him as such. She didn't recognize him as the one whose arms she would forever run to get within. She might stay for a time, but in the end she would always go.

CHAPTER TEN

The harsh light of day. Or night, Myst mused. The harsh light of waking was upon her.

Instead of the shame and disgust she should be feeling, she was treated to big, warm hands ma.s.saging her back until she was a boneless heap of bliss. She moaned, her mind dimly registering that vampire lovers might be vastly misunderstood. Perhaps she she was in the know and enjoying earlyadapter status. was in the know and enjoying earlyadapter status.

"I have to go meet with my brother for a couple of hours," Wroth told her. "Can you content yourself here?"

"Uh-huh," she mumbled. "Don't leave."

Huh? She wasn't going anywhere. She was too at home and relaxed here.

He bent down to murmur in her ear. "I've left clothes laid out. Will you dress for me, milaya?" milaya?" And then he disappeared. And then he disappeared.

Strangely lazy, it took her another hour before she finally got up. She raised an eyebrow at what he'd set out for her- a stiff satin bustier fringed with transparent lace that just covered her nipples, intricate garters, fishnet hose and thong-all in jet black. She shivered. General Wroth had a wicked streak. a stiff satin bustier fringed with transparent lace that just covered her nipples, intricate garters, fishnet hose and thong-all in jet black. She shivered. General Wroth had a wicked streak.

He wanted her to dress for him, and she didn't have a problem with that-she was pleased that someone would finally enjoy her fabulous silks and lace. And it made a huge difference that he'd asked when he could have commanded. But as she soaked in a bath, she mused that she was still in a position where she had to depend depend that he would continue to show the same consideration. Which was intolerable for a creature like her. that he would continue to show the same consideration. Which was intolerable for a creature like her.

She'd half-expected her sisters to have arrived already-Nx often could find her-but if they hadn't come by now, then Myst would likely have to win her freedom from Wroth with her own tools and talents. He'd said he would return the chain when he was confident she would never leave. How hard would it be to act as though she wanted to stay forever?

After drying off, she tilted her head at the lingerie laid out. Why not use seduction to let him think she desired him above all others? Play at love and act at surrender. As she smoothed the hose up her legs, she wondered if deception had ever sounded so delicious.

She began trembling as she donned the bustier, and the material at the top skimmed over her hard nipples so sweetly. She was already wet with antic.i.p.ation.

Once dressed, she lay on the bed, fantasizing about him inside of her as his big hands palmed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Would he drink her? She pictured him driving into her from behind, the length of his body stretched over hers to take her neck as well. length of his body stretched over hers to take her neck as well.

Her fingers found their way down her belly and into her panties. He was supposed to be back soon, but did she really care if he caught her? She'd already done it for his pleasure. And what would he do if he found her like this and didn't like it-break up with her?

A stroke on her c.l.i.toris made her eyes slide closed. Had she ever been so wet? No, not until she'd impatiently waited in a vampire's lair in tight black satin to seduce a warlord.

Her legs fell wide as she ran her finger lower. When she opened her eyes, half-lidded, she found Wroth staring at her from the foot of the bed.

"Couldn't wait, then?"

Nikolai had known his Myst was a pagan, but she'd never truly looked it until he found her pleasuring herself in his bed in black hose, garters, and satin, legs spread with abandon. Her glorious red hair haloed out along the pillow and her hand was in her panties delicately stroking her s.e.x.

She hadn't stopped at his arrival.

"I couldn't have dreamed you'd be like this, Myst. I believe I'm dreaming now."

She arched her back.

"Were you thinking of me?" Say yes... Say yes... He didn't think he'd ever wanted to hear anything so badly. He didn't think he'd ever wanted to hear anything so badly.

"Yes, Wroth."

He groaned. "What were you thinking of?"

"Of you drinking me while you were inside me," she said, moaning the last words.

Craving his bite too? "A dream."

She licked her lips. "In your dream do you make me wait for you much longer?" Her whiskey voice was as s.e.xy as her body.

"You want this freely?" He reached to unbuckle his belt, surprised to find how difficult it had become. Finally, he just tore it apart. Her hips rolled in reaction.

"Yes."

"No games?"

"No," she panted, "just need you inside me."

"Your body wants to be f.u.c.ked?"

She gasped, her fingers teasing quicker. "Yes."

"By me?"

"Yes," she moaned. she moaned.

He'd antic.i.p.ated it would take months of planning to wear her down, until she truly wanted him, and they wouldn't have to play at commands and power.

Yet here she was stroking herself in his bed as she awaited his return. In his bed, waiting. In his bed, waiting. It was too impossible, and he grew suspicious. "Convince me." It was too impossible, and he grew suspicious. "Convince me."

Her gaze flickered over his face, her eyelids heavy as she slowly, sensuously drew her fingers away from herself. She rose, sauntered to the wall, then tugged aside the flimsy string of her wisp of underwear.

Without a word, she simply spread her legs and leaned forward until her forearms rested against the wall. When the position raised her a.s.s and bared her lush s.e.x, he rasped, "You make a compelling argument." He was overwhelmed by the sight of her flesh waiting to be filled and by the fact that position raised her a.s.s and bared her lush s.e.x, he rasped, "You make a compelling argument." He was overwhelmed by the sight of her flesh waiting to be filled and by the fact that she she began this, had m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed to thoughts of him f.u.c.king her... began this, had m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed to thoughts of him f.u.c.king her...

He kicked his boots off, ripping his clothing away, then stood behind her. He slipped his thumb into her tightness, briefly closing his eyes to find her so luscious and slick. Her entire body was trembling, which affected him so much. With a groan he replaced his thumb with one, then two fingers. "In my dream I do f.u.c.k you. But I start slowly, feeding my c.o.c.k into you inch by inch. When you're dripping wet and ready, I f.u.c.k you with all the strength in my body."

With a little cry, she bent down more, raising her a.s.s up higher. "What do I do?" she breathed.

"You come again and again from no command, just from pleasure."

He spread her, grasped himself, then fought not to plunge into her when the head touched her dewy heat. He shuddered violently from the battle, but wouldn't reward this gift from her by hurting her tight little sheath.

Yet the head was barely inside her when lightning exploded outside-because she was already coming, clawing furrows into the wall, gasping, "Wroth, "Wroth, now ... please!" now ... please!"

"I am ..." he groaned, clutching her hips, straining his every muscle to enter her slowly, to make this good for her- he groaned, clutching her hips, straining his every muscle to enter her slowly, to make this good for her- His eyes widened when her claws sank into his a.s.s to yank him into her.

"Hard," she growled in a throaty voice. she growled in a throaty voice.

"Don't hurt," he choked out, then with an answering growl, he thrust into her, forcing his c.o.c.k through the squeezing spasms of her o.r.g.a.s.m as though through a tightened fist. Even when he was seated deeply, she continued to climax around him. He could have stilled and let her body milk him. he choked out, then with an answering growl, he thrust into her, forcing his c.o.c.k through the squeezing spasms of her o.r.g.a.s.m as though through a tightened fist. Even when he was seated deeply, she continued to climax around him. He could have stilled and let her body milk him.

But he wanted to f.u.c.k f.u.c.k her. To take her so fiercely she would forget other men. To brand her as his own. He clenched her hips, withdrew, then rocked into her, hitting the end of her s.e.x. her. To take her so fiercely she would forget other men. To brand her as his own. He clenched her hips, withdrew, then rocked into her, hitting the end of her s.e.x.

"Yes!" she cried. she cried.

"Can you know what this does to me?" he rasped, grinding his hips, stirring her. She moaned, hanging on to the wall. "To see you finger yourself to thoughts of me?" He withdrew completely then fell into her with another brutal thrust.

"Ah, Wroth ... yes!" She came again suddenly, the manor shaking from the lightning. "Drink," "Drink," she sobbed to his disbelief. "Please, please she sobbed to his disbelief. "Please, please drink from me." drink from me."

He ripped the lace to bare her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, then covered them with his hands, fingers pinching and tugging her nipples as he pulled her to his chest.

"You want my bite?"

"Yes," she moaned. she moaned.

"As much as you want my c.o.c.k?" He lowered his head to her neck.

"Yes! Wroth, put everything in me, everything in me, yes, yes, yes," she repeated, panting between her words, shoving and circling her hips back into him. His fangs pierced her skin just as he thrust. yes, yes, yes," she repeated, panting between her words, shoving and circling her hips back into him. His fangs pierced her skin just as he thrust.

She cupped his head to her neck hard so he wouldn't stop-then came again, moaning his name so that he felt her words as he bit her. He didn't stop, just snarled into her skin as he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, mindlessly grinding against her, hands squeezing her heavy b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her blood scorched him inside as he pumped his come into her in wave after wave.

Afterward, when thought returned, he caught her up to his chest because she was unsteady, but then so was he. He withdrew slowly, then scooped her into his arms, crossing to the bed.

When he gazed down at her, he saw her eyes were silver and her lips were curling into a smile.

He stared, still disbelieving. "Like that, did you?"

She nodded.

"Want more?" he asked as he tossed her on the bed.

In answer, she went to her knees, pulled aside her hair and offered him the unbitten side of her neck.

His voice was ragged with l.u.s.t. "That wasn't quite what I meant, but we can work something out..."

They spent the hours toward dawn exchanging mind-boggling pleasure-licking, f.u.c.king, and both of them biting, while he marveled that his Bride was happily-no, aggressively-partaking.

And at the end of the night, he stared down at her in puzzlement. He didn't know which facet of her he liked better. The siren in black satin that made his c.o.c.k and fangs ache or this angel with her bright red hair spread across his pillow-who made his chest ache.

She brushed the backs of her fingers along his face.

"Wroth, I want this to grow naturally between us without the chain," she whispered up to him. "Vow you'll give it back in two weeks' time. Just give us a chance, give me a chance to want this freely." "Wroth, I want this to grow naturally between us without the chain," she whispered up to him. "Vow you'll give it back in two weeks' time. Just give us a chance, give me a chance to want this freely."

He wanted to believe in her-and in himself, that he could convince her to stay. He'd already wanted to command her to close her eyes and open her palms, and then see her face once he'd poured the chain into them.

Two weeks to win her. "Yes, milaya, milaya, I vow it." I vow it."

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Nothing in Nikolai's human life or his vampire existence had prepared him for living with a Valkyrie.

Myst had boundless energy, she was powerful, and she exuded an otherworldly sensuality that set his blood on fire. Each night he traced her to different locations to make love to her. He'd taken her against the foot of a pyramid, gazed in awe as she rode him on a moonlit beach in Greece, licked her s.e.x beneath a redwood until she begged for mercy...

Throughout those nights, once he and Myst had worked the edge off their need, they talked for hours as he learned more about her and her kind. He'd given her the cross she'd admired at Oblak, but when the jewels glinted in their room's gaslight, she'd seemed to go into a trance. Finally, he'd covered it, and once she'd shaken herself, she'd admitted, "We all inherited Freya's acquisitiveness. Shining things, jewels and gems ... We can't tear our gaze away without training for years and sudden glittering is sometimes irresistible."

Nikolai had inwardly cursed that she had this vulnerability. He'd thought the Valkyrie were an almost perfect creature-no need to eat, immortal, strengthening with age-but he'd since learned that they were one of the few species of the Lore that could die of sorrow. And if one was weakened, then the others suffered since they were all connected with a "collective" power.

He couldn't always be there to protect her. Though he'd tried to use the chain as little as possible, he'd whispered to her as she slept that she would no longer have these weaknesses.

Nikolai would have been content to hear only about her, but she'd been surprisingly curious about his past. He found himself revealing things he never had to anyone, yet feeling unburdened from it.