him.
My mate would rather live her life without me.
No. No! His sudden appearance had shocked her. She just needed time. With him. With his pheromone.
Time she would one day thank him for giving her.
“You’re not going to like what happens next,” Valerian told her. “I apologize for that.” He gently lifted her in his arms. The side of her body pressed against his chest, and everywhere their skin touched, he burned.
Unable to resist, he burrowed his nose in the hollow of her neck, breathing in her delectable fragrance while relishing the softness of her pale skin.
“Are you sniffing me?” she demanded.
“Yes. Would you like to sniff me in turn?”
“No!”
His shoulders slumped with disappointment.
“If you don’t put me down,” she said, each word sounding as if it were being forced from her throat, “I’m going to claw out your eyes and eat them in front of you.”
He chuckled, his disappointment forgotten. She had a sweet face and a bloodthirsty disposition. What a delicious contradiction.
“Why are you laughing? I’m not teasing, and I’m most certainly not accepting your invitation and going with you.”
He did stop laughing. “You alone have no choice. You are coming with me no matter what.”
A muscle ticked in her jaw.
When their gazes met, blue against golden brown, he inhaled sharply. Awareness sizzled inside him, stronger than before. Such beauty. His nostrils flared, and he knew his pupils dilated. His body hardened painfully.
She gulped, her already pale skin becoming pallid.
“You’re going to kidnap me?”
“Have you changed your mind about coming with me?”
“No!”
“Then yes. Yes, I am going to kidnap you.”
“YES, I AM going to kidnap you.”
To Shaye, the quiet determination in the warrior’s voice proved more frightening than a bellow because he wasn’t overcome by emotion, and he knew his mind wouldn’t be swayed.
She should be screaming for help. Instead, she only wanted to snuggle against her captor. Her freaking captor!
A delicious heat had woven through her blood. A heat that begged her to stop resisting and enjoy every stolen touch, every caress of the man’s warm, clean breath on her skin.
“This is wrong,” she grated. “This is not okay. This mantitlement will not stand!”
“Mantitlement?” He chuckled. “I vow to you here and now, I’ll never harm you. I will protect you with my life. I will cherish and pamper you. You’ll see.”
“Said every captor to every victim.” Her stomach roiled. “Why do you want us to live with you?” Maid service? Sex slaves?
Her stomach roiled harder.
Never mind that other women were petting the warriors as if they were innocent house cats.
He ignored Shaye’s question...kind of. “My name is Valerian, and I’m king of the nymphs. I intend to make you my queen.”
Wait, wait, wait. His queen? Was he talking marriage? After a two second introduction?
Can’t process...
In an effort to remain calm, she concentrated on the more trivial details. “Valerian, like the flower? And do you mean you’re king of the nymphos?”
The women were definitely meant to be sex slaves.
“No. We’re nymphs. The word rhymes with lymph.” A pause. “You humans have a flower named Valerian?”
Humans? “Yes, we humans do, and its root is lauded for helping people fall sleep.”
He laughed. “So this strong, mighty root gets women into bed? How appropriate. Your flower must have been named after me.”
Part of her wanted to laugh with him. The other part just wanted to whimper. Had there ever been a more sexual sound?
Her ovaries might have just exploded.
Give in to his desires. They match your own...
What? No! Panicked by her weakening will, Shaye launched into action, slamming her palm into Valerian’s nose.
His head whipped backward, and blood trickled onto his lip.
A shocked pause ensued.
Then, “Why did you do that?” he demanded.
“You’re as dumb as a box of rocks if you can’t figure out the answer on your own.” As she spoke, she bowed her back and kicked her legs. “Let me go!”
His grip on her loosened...as if he feared hurting her? She managed to squirm free and—
Thud. She crash-landed, only to jump to her feet and race away. Go! Go!
No, not without her mom. She switched direction, dragging her gaze over the masses. Her breath emerged in shallow, ragged pants.
Preston lay unconscious on the floor. When he’d aimed a gun at Valerian, another warrior had knocked him out. There was Conner, her new stepdad, frantically crawling away from a redheaded warrior. But there was no sign of Tamara.
Where was she? They might have a rocky relationship, but Shaye couldn’t—wouldn’t—abandon her to...this.
Arms seized her from behind, the grip gentle but firm. Valerian! He’d only touched her once, but she would have recognized the feel of him anytime, anywhere. A white-hot brand.
Her blood ran from blistering to frigid as different emotions flooded her. Relief, lust, anger, confusion and fear.
Choose your attitude. She focused on the anger, turned and kneed Valerian in the balls.
He released a strained wheeze as he hunched over. He might have said, “My precious!”
“Not so eager for me now, are you?”
“That...hurt,” he rasped.
“Of course it did, and there’s more where that came from if you grab me again.” Once again she darted away, still searching...searching...
There!
Conner
