into place. Ah, a woman of courage. One who would fight to the death. He grinned, desiring her all the more.
“What do you want with us?” she demanded, using the same language the other surface females had used.
He barely heard her words; he was too entranced by the way her soft-as-petals lips moved so sensuously. By the pink little tongue he’d glimpsed inside. His cock jerked in reaction.
A female suddenly brushed her fingertips over his arm. He tore his gaze from the moonbeam—surely one of the most difficult things he’d ever done—and glanced down. Not just one female, he noticed, but several surrounded him. They had already worked their way to him and his men and were running their hands over them, oohing and aahing, some even rubbing their breasts against them.
Valerian bit back a gasp of shock when he noticed one of the human males trying to kiss Dorian. Dorian wore an expression of utter horror and pushed the determined male away.
“Only the unmated ones?” Broderick asked, his eyes closing in surrender as a pretty brunette licked his collarbone.
“Only the unmated ones,” he confirmed. The nymphs would be able to smell another man on the women, and those women with permanent lovers would be left here. If the pale little moonbeam who held him so enraptured had already been mated, he would have taken her anyway. Without reservation. But he knew from her sweet, entrancing scent that she belonged to no man save himself.
Not needing any more encouragement, his men leaped into action, beckoning the unmated females to line up. Of course, these women obeyed without hesitation, their feminine instincts instructing them to obey a nymph’s every edict. The mated ones cried in distress because they weren’t chosen and tried to shove their way into the line, anyway. Even the male who desired Dorian tried to take a place in line.
When a human man protested the happenings, he was quickly subdued: a hard fist to the temple that swept him straight into slumber. Most were too frightened to do anything and remained hunched and shaking at the edges of the tent. What puny men, Valerian thought. Had they never engaged in battle before? He could not imagine acting in such a way.
He returned his attention to the moonbeam. “Do you know who I am?” he asked her.
“What do you want with us?” she demanded a second time, ignoring his question.
He grinned his most debauched grin. “What any man wants from you. Your body. You will belong to me. Now, come.”
Instead of obeying, she bared her teeth in a scowl, revealing a white row of perfection. Why wasn’t she entranced by him? Why wasn’t she begging for his touch? The mystery intrigued him.
“You can’t do this,” she spat. “Get out of here before the police arrive and you’re arrested.”
Police? Arrested? Valerian frowned. “You will change your mind about my possession of you, this I swear.” He maneuvered around the women still vying for his attention and closed the distance between himself and the moonbeam. Her dark eyes widened with his every step. The closer he came, the more her delectable fragrance drew him like an invisible chain. Except…
One of his warriors reached her first, his strong arms wrapping around her from behind and swooping her into his arms. She screamed and kicked, fighting like an enraged vampire famished for blood.
A feral growl rose in Valerian’s throat, and he bit back a wave of utter fury. Fury over her torment; fury over his intense sense of possessiveness. Mine. She belongs to me. He’d never experienced a moment’s jealousy in his life. He and his men shared women all the time. But the sight of another man holding his little moonbeam nearly undid him.
“Mine,” he barked. Even though he wanted to rip the warrior’s arms away from her, he remained still. “She’s mine.”
Shivawn paused, the beads in his hair clanging together. The moonbeam continued to fight in his arms, pounding her fists into his face, making him bleed and grimace.
If he dropped her and hurt her, Valerian seethed, he would die.
“But, my king, you said you didn’t want any of these surface women. You said they were for us.”
He had, Valerian realized. The reminder sent another wave of dark fury pounding through him. He’d never broken his word to his warriors before; they would expect him to keep his promise today, and rightly so. Which meant one of his men would expect to claim this woman, his mate, for his own, stripping her, pleasuring her, watching her climax.
He couldn’t allow that.
Every instinct he possessed demanded he do something, anything, to prevent it from happening. Yet there was nothing he could do now and he knew it. Eyes narrowing and hands clenching at his sides, he said, “I will carry her,” an edge of steel to the words.
Shivawn regarded him silently for a protracted moment, then shrugged, handing her over. “She’s a wild one. Be careful of her legs, for she’ll try to kick your manhood.” The moment his hands were free, Shivawn grasped another woman, a dark-haired beauty who looked less than pleased by the happenings around her.
Hmm. Very odd. Another unhappy one. What was wrong with these surface females?
Valerian forgot about her, however, as he gently clasped the moonbeam in his arms. She stilled, delicious little bumps breaking out over her skin. She kept her face away from him and wrapped her hands over her stomach. Unable to resist, he burrowed his nose into her neck, breathing in her fragrance of…snow and wild flowers—yes, that’s what her scent was—relishing the softness of her pale skin.
“Do you smell my scent?” he asked her.
“N-no. Should I?”
His shoulders slumped with disappointment.
“If you don’t put me down,” she said stiffly, as if each word were forced from her throat, “I’m going to claw out your eyes and eat them in front of you.”
He chuckled, disappointment forgotten. She had a sweet face and a bloodthirsty nature. What a delicious contradiction. “Why are you not begging for me to pleasure you?”
“Are you kidding me?” she gasped out. “Someone needs to check into Egos Anonymous, I see. Now put me down!”
“You did not answer my question.”
“And I’m not going to. For God’s sake, put me down!”
“I want to hold you. Forever.”
A muscle ticked in her jaw, but this time she didn’t reply.
“I wish I could give you what you ask,” he said, “but too well do I like where you are.” The side of her body was pressed into his chest, and everywhere their skin touched, he burned. “Perhaps, though, I would be willing to bargain with you. Perhaps you could convince me to grant your request.”
Finally she cast her glance in his direction. When their gazes met, blue against golden brown, he sucked in a breath. Awareness sizzled inside him, stronger than before. Such beauty. His nostrils flared, and he knew his pupils dilated. His body hardened painfully.
She gulped, and her already pale skin became pallid. “No bargaining. Just put
