weaving clasped into place. “No,” she
whispered. “You cannot if you’re dead.”
With a barely perceptible nod to her mate, she
went perfectly slack in Alrik’s arms, dropping her head below his chest before Roderick’s
sword arced toward his neck.
With unnatural force, she was thrown to the ground,
Alrik needing both arms free to deflect the lethal blow.
Evelyn winced. Her leg bled heavily now as she
scrambled out of the way of the dueling warriors. Weakness crept through her,
and she knew she didn’t have much time.
Alrik’s blue eyes had been overtaken by familiar
onyx as his beast burst forth to meet his foe. Moving at speeds she could
barely detect with her mortal eye, she could only watch helplessly as every so
often, they slowed with a particularly powerful collision of their swords.
Locked in epic battle, they didn’t see her tremble,
didn’t feel the chill that stole through her emptying veins. “Roderick,” she
whispered. “Please hurry…” She gaped at the puddle of blood forming beneath
her. Pressing on the wound with her soiled skirt, she moaned.
Her berserker was truly something to behold. The
speed and grace with which he moved was a stark contrast to the raw power in
his blows. The older, faster Alrik thought to be the aggressor, but was
thwarted at every attempt. An elemental command spurred Roderick forward, as
he hacked at the blue knight with such ferocity that his enemy stumbled
backward.
With one last enraged cry, Roderick delivered the
final blow that sent Alrik’s head sailing through the air. His body crumpled to
the ground, twitching with the last impulses of life.
Dropping his sword, Roderick was at her side in a
moment, lifting her to his lap. Panting moans of denial exploded from his
chest as she squinted up at him, hot tears tracking to her hair from the
corners of her eyes.
“ E, Eh, Ev, Evelyn!” He ground out, his
voice returned by the death of its possessor.
The darkness took her while she listened to the
foreign sounds of his beautiful voice muttering desperate words against her
forehead.
Chapter
Twelve
Where am I? Warmth cocooned her nude
body in between the sumptuous sheets of the massive bed upon which she lay.
“Kilrock Keep.” The thick brogue startled her. She’d
been unaware that she’d spoken aloud, or that she was not alone. “Yer new
home.”
“Roderick.” She breathed. Bolting upright, she
greedily took in the man standing before her clad in nothing but a heavy blue,
green, and black kilt.
Eyes glittering with pleasure, desire, and possession,
he slid the kilt down his lean hips and joined her on the bed.
“I can’t. My leg…”
What about yer leg?” He rumbled in her ear,
sliding his very large, very naked frame against her skin.
“What?” No gashes, no pain, only healthy pink
skin streaked with fine veins.
“Magic,” he whispered with hot lick at her lobe.
“Ye’ve made me quite powerful, my lady. My Mate.”
Shivers wracked her as his hot breath touched her
skin at his words, causing liquid warmth to pool between her thighs.
He breathed deeply and pressed his throbbing
length against her hip. “I’m afraid ye’ve accepted me, Evelyn. I canna let ye
go now. But I can love ye, ‘til the end of my days if ye’ll let me.”
She silently regarded him for a moment, turning to
face him, resting her head on her palm. He looked arrogant, aroused, vital
and… vulnerable.
“Which will be a long time, I’ll have ye know.”
Winding her fingers through his loose and silken
hair, she cupped the back of his head and drew him to her for a heady kiss. “I
suppose I’ll just have to love you in return.” She whispered and tightened the
hand in his hair, pulling it sharply.
With a pleasured growl his head snapped back and
his eyes closed. When next they opened, the burning darkness of the beast peered
out at
whispered. “You cannot if you’re dead.”
With a barely perceptible nod to her mate, she
went perfectly slack in Alrik’s arms, dropping her head below his chest before Roderick’s
sword arced toward his neck.
With unnatural force, she was thrown to the ground,
Alrik needing both arms free to deflect the lethal blow.
Evelyn winced. Her leg bled heavily now as she
scrambled out of the way of the dueling warriors. Weakness crept through her,
and she knew she didn’t have much time.
Alrik’s blue eyes had been overtaken by familiar
onyx as his beast burst forth to meet his foe. Moving at speeds she could
barely detect with her mortal eye, she could only watch helplessly as every so
often, they slowed with a particularly powerful collision of their swords.
Locked in epic battle, they didn’t see her tremble,
didn’t feel the chill that stole through her emptying veins. “Roderick,” she
whispered. “Please hurry…” She gaped at the puddle of blood forming beneath
her. Pressing on the wound with her soiled skirt, she moaned.
Her berserker was truly something to behold. The
speed and grace with which he moved was a stark contrast to the raw power in
his blows. The older, faster Alrik thought to be the aggressor, but was
thwarted at every attempt. An elemental command spurred Roderick forward, as
he hacked at the blue knight with such ferocity that his enemy stumbled
backward.
With one last enraged cry, Roderick delivered the
final blow that sent Alrik’s head sailing through the air. His body crumpled to
the ground, twitching with the last impulses of life.
Dropping his sword, Roderick was at her side in a
moment, lifting her to his lap. Panting moans of denial exploded from his
chest as she squinted up at him, hot tears tracking to her hair from the
corners of her eyes.
“ E, Eh, Ev, Evelyn!” He ground out, his
voice returned by the death of its possessor.
The darkness took her while she listened to the
foreign sounds of his beautiful voice muttering desperate words against her
forehead.
Chapter
Twelve
Where am I? Warmth cocooned her nude
body in between the sumptuous sheets of the massive bed upon which she lay.
“Kilrock Keep.” The thick brogue startled her. She’d
been unaware that she’d spoken aloud, or that she was not alone. “Yer new
home.”
“Roderick.” She breathed. Bolting upright, she
greedily took in the man standing before her clad in nothing but a heavy blue,
green, and black kilt.
Eyes glittering with pleasure, desire, and possession,
he slid the kilt down his lean hips and joined her on the bed.
“I can’t. My leg…”
What about yer leg?” He rumbled in her ear,
sliding his very large, very naked frame against her skin.
“What?” No gashes, no pain, only healthy pink
skin streaked with fine veins.
“Magic,” he whispered with hot lick at her lobe.
“Ye’ve made me quite powerful, my lady. My Mate.”
Shivers wracked her as his hot breath touched her
skin at his words, causing liquid warmth to pool between her thighs.
He breathed deeply and pressed his throbbing
length against her hip. “I’m afraid ye’ve accepted me, Evelyn. I canna let ye
go now. But I can love ye, ‘til the end of my days if ye’ll let me.”
She silently regarded him for a moment, turning to
face him, resting her head on her palm. He looked arrogant, aroused, vital
and… vulnerable.
“Which will be a long time, I’ll have ye know.”
Winding her fingers through his loose and silken
hair, she cupped the back of his head and drew him to her for a heady kiss. “I
suppose I’ll just have to love you in return.” She whispered and tightened the
hand in his hair, pulling it sharply.
With a pleasured growl his head snapped back and
his eyes closed. When next they opened, the burning darkness of the beast peered
out at
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