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Authors: Kresley Cole
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very akin to fury was threading through her veins right now. “Very clever, Bowen. Yet your tricks won’t work with me.” But damn if they almost hadn’t. Shake it off. Don’t hand this weakness to him.
When he grinned with satisfaction, she resisted the urge to glare and made her expression blank before she turned to find the vampire again. Two of the nymphs were trailing him.
“These tricks work with other Valkyrie,” Bowen said. “Do they no’?”
Without glancing away from Sebastian, she said, “Try it with Regin or Myst. Then let me know how that works out for you.”
Could those nymph tramps stand any closer to Sebastian? Kaderin had never understood Myst’s particular dislike of them. Now Kaderin knew Myst was right—they were a bunch of little hookers.
From behind Sebastian, one said, “I’d wear his corsage to an orgy any day,” giving him the long look.
He turned, finding the nymphs in their gauzy, transparent clothing. The two didn’t bother hiding their lust, and to his credit, Sebastian didn’t drop his jaw the way a human male would have.
Kaderin didn’t believe that, as a whole, the nymphs were more beautiful than the Valkyrie, but everything about them screamed, Easy lay! When you don’t want to work for it! And curiously, many males found that more appealing than the Valkyrie’s Do it and die, simian .
“Mmm, hmm, mmm,” said the smaller of the two nymphs. “As good from the front as he is from the—”
“No... ” The first paled and whispered, “He’s not a demon. He’s a vampire.”
The other shook her head. “His eyes are clear. And he doesn’t smell like one.”
Kaderin saw Sebastian’s brows draw together; no doubt he was wondering, What do vampires smell like?
The first screamed, “Vampire!”
When the two blended into the temple’s oaks, Sebastian looked as though he’d just prevented himself from taking a step back. All around him, beings became aware of him and scattered. Most turned humans would be delirious after this show. If anything, Sebastian stood straighter and looked even more arrogant than when he’d first appeared. With narrowed eyes, he scanned the area.
She could imagine his thoughts. Yes, this situation was confounding, but he was here for a reason.
To find his Bride. Because vampires who’d found their Brides didn’t tolerate losing them.
Sebastian glanced up, and found Kaderin perched on the balcony railing above.
She was here. By Christ, he’d succeeded.
He’d traced to her.
He almost exhaled heavily in relief, but he stifled the urge, keenly aware that all around him were beings—from nightmare and fantasy—and every eye was on him. When his relief turned to smug satisfaction over his feat, he hid his smirk.
Then he realized what she was wearing. Clad in a sinfully short skirt, a leather jacket, and sleek half-boots, she sat with one bared leg hanging down, the other stretched out in front of her. Infuriated by the display, Sebastian glowered at the males in the motley assembly.
He’d never been a jealous man before. He had never found anything he wanted solely as his own. Now jealousy ate at him, made his fangs sharpen, and made him want to bare them. She was his. And he didn’t want to share the merest glimpse of her body.
She turned away, ignoring Sebastian, to talk to a large male with a wild cast to his eyes—who was standing much too close to her.
Sebastian had known he would be the pursuer in this relationship, the one with the most to gain. But after the morning they’d had, he’d at least expected an acknowledgment when she saw him once more. Or even a reaction? Perhaps her lips had parted, and maybe a tinge of pink flushed along her high cheekbones.
What was she doing here with all these other beings? If he even let himself think about what he was seeing all around him, he might go mad. Again. So he tried to ignore them, and any additional appurtenances—horns, wings, multiple arms—they might
When he grinned with satisfaction, she resisted the urge to glare and made her expression blank before she turned to find the vampire again. Two of the nymphs were trailing him.
“These tricks work with other Valkyrie,” Bowen said. “Do they no’?”
Without glancing away from Sebastian, she said, “Try it with Regin or Myst. Then let me know how that works out for you.”
Could those nymph tramps stand any closer to Sebastian? Kaderin had never understood Myst’s particular dislike of them. Now Kaderin knew Myst was right—they were a bunch of little hookers.
From behind Sebastian, one said, “I’d wear his corsage to an orgy any day,” giving him the long look.
He turned, finding the nymphs in their gauzy, transparent clothing. The two didn’t bother hiding their lust, and to his credit, Sebastian didn’t drop his jaw the way a human male would have.
Kaderin didn’t believe that, as a whole, the nymphs were more beautiful than the Valkyrie, but everything about them screamed, Easy lay! When you don’t want to work for it! And curiously, many males found that more appealing than the Valkyrie’s Do it and die, simian .
“Mmm, hmm, mmm,” said the smaller of the two nymphs. “As good from the front as he is from the—”
“No... ” The first paled and whispered, “He’s not a demon. He’s a vampire.”
The other shook her head. “His eyes are clear. And he doesn’t smell like one.”
Kaderin saw Sebastian’s brows draw together; no doubt he was wondering, What do vampires smell like?
The first screamed, “Vampire!”
When the two blended into the temple’s oaks, Sebastian looked as though he’d just prevented himself from taking a step back. All around him, beings became aware of him and scattered. Most turned humans would be delirious after this show. If anything, Sebastian stood straighter and looked even more arrogant than when he’d first appeared. With narrowed eyes, he scanned the area.
She could imagine his thoughts. Yes, this situation was confounding, but he was here for a reason.
To find his Bride. Because vampires who’d found their Brides didn’t tolerate losing them.
Sebastian glanced up, and found Kaderin perched on the balcony railing above.
She was here. By Christ, he’d succeeded.
He’d traced to her.
He almost exhaled heavily in relief, but he stifled the urge, keenly aware that all around him were beings—from nightmare and fantasy—and every eye was on him. When his relief turned to smug satisfaction over his feat, he hid his smirk.
Then he realized what she was wearing. Clad in a sinfully short skirt, a leather jacket, and sleek half-boots, she sat with one bared leg hanging down, the other stretched out in front of her. Infuriated by the display, Sebastian glowered at the males in the motley assembly.
He’d never been a jealous man before. He had never found anything he wanted solely as his own. Now jealousy ate at him, made his fangs sharpen, and made him want to bare them. She was his. And he didn’t want to share the merest glimpse of her body.
She turned away, ignoring Sebastian, to talk to a large male with a wild cast to his eyes—who was standing much too close to her.
Sebastian had known he would be the pursuer in this relationship, the one with the most to gain. But after the morning they’d had, he’d at least expected an acknowledgment when she saw him once more. Or even a reaction? Perhaps her lips had parted, and maybe a tinge of pink flushed along her high cheekbones.
What was she doing here with all these other beings? If he even let himself think about what he was seeing all around him, he might go mad. Again. So he tried to ignore them, and any additional appurtenances—horns, wings, multiple arms—they might
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