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of utter bliss mirrored my own. Damn, the man was good.
“You belong to me now,” he said smugly.
I scowled. “No. I don’t.”
“The link has been forged, and nothing you do can break it.”
Crap. The mating bond shimmered brightly in my head. We were locked together for all eternity. Which sucked big-time. “The battle isn’t over.”
“My fierce little warrior, your defeat is inevitable.”
“God, you’re such a prick.” I drew my fist back.
Jaylan laughed, grabbed my hands, and pinned them over my head. “Taming you is proving to be most enjoyable.”
“You have to sleep sometime,” I said, smiling sweetly.
He bent his head until his mouth just brushed my lips. “Warlords do love a challenge.”
“Bite me.”
“I thought you would never ask.” Jaylan’s fangs sank into the tender flesh of my left breast, and he fed from me.
Me and my big mouth. There was a brief second of pain, and wowzers. The slow draw of my blood only increased my clawing need for Jaylan’s possession. Fuck! He had turned me into a nymphomaniac.
Jaylan bit his wrist and held it to my mouth. “Drink.”
I looked at the badly bleeding wound in horror. “No. No, and hell no. Taking your blood speeds up my conversion.”
“Blood exchanges are a necessary part of our mating,” he replied calmly.
“You must think I’m an idiot.”
Jaylan smiled down at me. One of those truly scary smiles. “Either you do as I command, or your father suffers.”
I reluctantly took his arm. “Zarek blabbed, didn’t he?”
“He did. Drink.”
With a grimace of distaste, I drank some of his warm, coppery blood. Yuck!
“More.”
“I’ll hurl.”
“You won’t.”
I lapped at the dripping blood. The things I did for Pops. Huh? Jaylan’s blood was starting to taste pretty damned good. How fucked-up was that?
Chapter Six
Fireflies danced frantically in my head, yanking me out of a deep sleep. I groggily scanned the area around me. Whew! No Tai-Kok or Rodan. I frowned. God, it felt like I had been rode hard and put away wet. I ached everywhere. I rubbed my cheek against the warm muscles beneath me and smiled. Mine. Huh? Oh my God. Had I gotten drunk and brought someone home with me? Pops would fucking kill me.
My Siren senses shrieked louder. What? There was something wrong with the ship? Wait a minute, what ship? My eyes popped open, and I looked around in confusion at the old, rickety shuttle. Where the hell was I? Memory came rushing back, and I groaned. How could I forget the warlord and his relentless tongue? There wasn’t an inch of my skin he hadn’t tasted.
After a four-hour marathon of sex, I was sprawled across Jaylan’s chest like a war trophy. His massive arms were wrapped around me, holding me close. Did he think I was gonna make a run for it? And go where? I’d be lucky if I could walk.
The smell of burning rubber penetrated my dazed senses. That couldn’t be good. I tried to wriggle free.
His grip tightened.
I pinched Jaylan’s neck. “Honey bunny, we’ve got a problem. Get up.”
He patted my rump sleepily. “You are insatiable.”
Me? Jaylan was like that Energizer bunny. He kept going and going and going.
Smoke drifted from the vents.
“Wake up!” I shouted into his right ear. “I think the shuttle’s on fire.”
Jaylan bolted to his feet, dragging me up with him. “Fire?”
“See?” I pointed at the vent.
His alert gaze swept over the shuttle and fixed on the control console. “Get dressed.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” My gentle lover had been replaced by the merciless warlord.
A klaxon blared loudly.
“Oh shit!” Grabbing my clothes, I quickly dressed and slid into the copilot’s chair. Dozens of warning lights filled the console. “Zarek said this piece of crap would get us to Baylon.”
“He was wrong.” Jaylan busily punched icons and watched a stream of information scroll across the monitor.
A mechanical voice suddenly declared, “Warning! Pressure breach in the aft
“You belong to me now,” he said smugly.
I scowled. “No. I don’t.”
“The link has been forged, and nothing you do can break it.”
Crap. The mating bond shimmered brightly in my head. We were locked together for all eternity. Which sucked big-time. “The battle isn’t over.”
“My fierce little warrior, your defeat is inevitable.”
“God, you’re such a prick.” I drew my fist back.
Jaylan laughed, grabbed my hands, and pinned them over my head. “Taming you is proving to be most enjoyable.”
“You have to sleep sometime,” I said, smiling sweetly.
He bent his head until his mouth just brushed my lips. “Warlords do love a challenge.”
“Bite me.”
“I thought you would never ask.” Jaylan’s fangs sank into the tender flesh of my left breast, and he fed from me.
Me and my big mouth. There was a brief second of pain, and wowzers. The slow draw of my blood only increased my clawing need for Jaylan’s possession. Fuck! He had turned me into a nymphomaniac.
Jaylan bit his wrist and held it to my mouth. “Drink.”
I looked at the badly bleeding wound in horror. “No. No, and hell no. Taking your blood speeds up my conversion.”
“Blood exchanges are a necessary part of our mating,” he replied calmly.
“You must think I’m an idiot.”
Jaylan smiled down at me. One of those truly scary smiles. “Either you do as I command, or your father suffers.”
I reluctantly took his arm. “Zarek blabbed, didn’t he?”
“He did. Drink.”
With a grimace of distaste, I drank some of his warm, coppery blood. Yuck!
“More.”
“I’ll hurl.”
“You won’t.”
I lapped at the dripping blood. The things I did for Pops. Huh? Jaylan’s blood was starting to taste pretty damned good. How fucked-up was that?
Chapter Six
Fireflies danced frantically in my head, yanking me out of a deep sleep. I groggily scanned the area around me. Whew! No Tai-Kok or Rodan. I frowned. God, it felt like I had been rode hard and put away wet. I ached everywhere. I rubbed my cheek against the warm muscles beneath me and smiled. Mine. Huh? Oh my God. Had I gotten drunk and brought someone home with me? Pops would fucking kill me.
My Siren senses shrieked louder. What? There was something wrong with the ship? Wait a minute, what ship? My eyes popped open, and I looked around in confusion at the old, rickety shuttle. Where the hell was I? Memory came rushing back, and I groaned. How could I forget the warlord and his relentless tongue? There wasn’t an inch of my skin he hadn’t tasted.
After a four-hour marathon of sex, I was sprawled across Jaylan’s chest like a war trophy. His massive arms were wrapped around me, holding me close. Did he think I was gonna make a run for it? And go where? I’d be lucky if I could walk.
The smell of burning rubber penetrated my dazed senses. That couldn’t be good. I tried to wriggle free.
His grip tightened.
I pinched Jaylan’s neck. “Honey bunny, we’ve got a problem. Get up.”
He patted my rump sleepily. “You are insatiable.”
Me? Jaylan was like that Energizer bunny. He kept going and going and going.
Smoke drifted from the vents.
“Wake up!” I shouted into his right ear. “I think the shuttle’s on fire.”
Jaylan bolted to his feet, dragging me up with him. “Fire?”
“See?” I pointed at the vent.
His alert gaze swept over the shuttle and fixed on the control console. “Get dressed.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” My gentle lover had been replaced by the merciless warlord.
A klaxon blared loudly.
“Oh shit!” Grabbing my clothes, I quickly dressed and slid into the copilot’s chair. Dozens of warning lights filled the console. “Zarek said this piece of crap would get us to Baylon.”
“He was wrong.” Jaylan busily punched icons and watched a stream of information scroll across the monitor.
A mechanical voice suddenly declared, “Warning! Pressure breach in the aft
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