Читать книгу Forbidden Craving - Gena Showalter - Страница 15
Оглавление“VALERIAN,” SHAYE SAID, her voice shaky. As shaky as her limbs. “I’m unwilling. I don’t want him. If he tries to lead me away—”
“He won’t. I’ll take care of him. Worry not.” All at once, Valerian was infuriated that someone would dare try to take Shaye from him, overjoyed that she felt safest with him and frightened that he might actually lose her.
And to his cousin, no less. The man would break her beautiful spirit.
He and Joachim had never enjoyed an easy camaraderie. Through no fault of his own. Over the years, Joachim’s thirst for power had transformed him into a rebellious fool. He’d become far too wild to control.
How Valerian would change his mind, he didn’t yet know.
The only question that mattered, he supposed, was how far was he willing to go.
Easy. To the death.
“There are two other females in line. They want you. This one doesn’t.”
Joachim never once glanced at the others. “Don’t care. I’ve already chosen the pale one.”
“Well, I haven’t chosen you.” Shaye pressed her soft body more firmly against Valerian. Her frosty scent enveloped him, fueling his determination.
“Challenge me.” Valerian pinned his cousin with a hard stare. “I’ll accept.”
“And turn me into a prize?” she gasped. “No. Absolutely not.”
Valerian ignored her. He had to. He knew the way of the nymphs; she didn’t.
Joachim had issued challenges in the past. He longed to prove his strength. Valerian had always turned him down. Not because he’d feared losing. On the contrary. He’d known beyond any doubt that he would win, and his cousin would die.
Despite their acrimony, he had no desire to kill the male.
For a moment, an all-too-short flash of time, Joachim considered the offer. He even began to nod. Then he stopped himself. “Unacceptable. You had sex yesterday. You’re strong. I’ve been neglected for weeks. We aren’t on equal ground.”
A muscle jumped in Valerian’s jaw. Did his cousin hope for a night with Shaye, then a fight with the king? “I’ll bargain with you as I bargained with Shivawn. If one of the humans in my chamber desires you, you may spend the night with her and rebuild your strength. On the morrow, we will fight for Shaye.”
Shaye...who uttered another round of protests.
Joachim’s black brows arched, and something—an unreadable emotion—brightened his blue eyes. “You said you wouldn’t claim another surface woman, yet there you stand, attempting to do just that.”
“Do you accept my offer or not?”
Lips curling in a cold smile, Joachim pointed to Shaye. “I do not. I want that one. As is my right.”
“You have zero right to me.” Shaye shook a fist in his direction. “Cart me away. Go ahead. I dare you. While you sleep, I’ll cut off your balls and use them for earrings.”
Inventive. At least she’d only wanted to cut out Valerian’s eyes.
“Females are precious to us, necessary for our survival,” he told his cousin. “We do them no harm. Ever. You would have to hurt her to have her.”
Joachim swallowed. “I’ll woo her.”
So confident—for no reason!
Am I this foolish, thinking I can win the moonbeam?
“Joachim—” he began.
“No!” the male shouted. “I’ll take what’s owed to me.”
“So you’ll accept your ball-less life, then?” Shaye asked, her tone casual. “Because that is all you’re owed from me.”
Valerian admired her spirit even as frustration and fury flooded him. His cousin wouldn’t relent, and Valerian wouldn’t go back on his word.
Would he? For Shaye...
He’d taken over the army as a young lad, after his father had died in battle. Over and over again, he’d had to prove himself worthy of the honor.
Esteem your men, and they’ll esteem you. His father’s dying words.
If Valerian took Shaye, no one would naysay him—but no one would respect him, either.
And how could he expect her to fall in love with such a dishonorable man?
“I said I wouldn’t claim the female, and I won’t.” The announcement pained him. “Yet.”
Shaye closed her hands over his arms—arms still wrapped around her—and dug her fingernails into his skin to hold him in place or punish him, he wasn’t sure.
He switched to his native tongue and added, “Not without reaching amicable terms. Allow me to buy her from you.”
Once more, Joachim shook his head. “No.”
“What can I do, cousin? The woman—” he stopped, pressed his lips together “—she is my mate.”
Joachim’s grin returned, colder than before. “She doesn’t agree. She clearly hasn’t accepted you as such.”
“She will.” Believing otherwise would destroy him. “If you take her, she’ll hate you.” They both knew the ways of nymphs and their mates. The bond was inescapable. “You might seduce her, but you’ll never win her. She’ll wish she were with me. Can your pride withstand such a horror?”
His cousin clenched and unclenched his fists.
“What did you say to him?” Shaye looked between them. “Tell me.”
Joachim’s gaze remained narrowed on Valerian. “I must think on what you’ve said. Let us both stay away from her this night and discuss her ownership in the morning.”
Since he’d spoken in the surface language, Shaye understood. “Ownership?” she said between gritted teeth.
Stay away from her for an entire night? Valerian’s body recoiled in horror. Need her in my arms, now and always!
No other way. “I’m in...agreement.”
“Well, I’m not in agreement.” Shaye stomped her foot, determined to be acknowledged. “Let me save you both a lot of trouble. I don’t want either of you. Now, I’m a reasonable—”
Valerian snorted.
“—woman,” she finished, glaring at him over her shoulder. “And I’m willing to forget this entire episode of The Male Whores of Atlantis ever happened. All you have to do is take me home.”
Ignoring her, Joachim crossed his arms over his chest. “Where will she stay tonight?”
Where she will stay every night. “My chamber,” he answered in their language. “We’ll both guard the door.”
His cousin paused for a moment, running the idea through his mind. Finally he nodded. “Very well.”
Valerian released Shaye from his embrace and instantly mourned the loss of her softness and heat. She must have felt the same sense of loss, whether she would admit it or not, because she laced her arms over her middle and shivered.
“I love being disregarded, I really do.” She drummed her fingers against her sides. “So who’s taking me home?”
“I am,” Valerian answered before Joachim could respond. “When the ceremony concludes, I’m taking you home.”
With a startled gasp, she faced him. “Really? Seriously? Today’s ceremony, not some ceremony a few years from now?”
He drank her in, struck anew by the beauty of her. How could one woman make him ache so intensely? Make him forget everyone who’d come before her until only she existed?
“Yes.” Reaching out, he offered her a callused hand.
Suspicion suddenly darkened her features, but not even that detracted from her beauty. “Is this a trick?”
He knew she’d misunderstood his intentions; this was her new home. But he said nothing. Not yet.
“What makes you think I have a sense of humor?” he asked.
A smile bloomed, stealing the breath from his lungs.
Want to see that smile everyday—every hour!
“Thank you.” Tentative, she placed her palm against his.
Joachim offered his hand to her.
Seconds ticked by, every muscle in Valerian’s body knotting. If she took Joachim’s hand, simply to punish Valerian, she would encourage his cousin’s attentions and disprove the validity of Valerian’s declaration.
One heartbeat passed. Then another.
She kept her free hand at her side.
Triumph flared deep in his chest.
Valerian called to one of the remaining men. “You’re next.”
That man selected his prize quickly, leaving a single female in line.
Valerian called another name. The nymph cheered, taking the hand of the remaining female, while the other nymphs hissed with disappointment.
“Aeson,” Valerian said to one of the disappointed. “Prepare my chamber for Shaye.” Hopefully the loyal man would know what he truly desired—the removal of all traces of the human women he’d pleasured last eve.
The warrior nodded and rushed to obey.
“The rest of you are dismissed for the night,” he said. “Sneak into town, if you wish, but stay aware. Trust no one at your back.”
Off they went.
“This way.” He led Shaye out of the dining hall.
A few of the warriors, he noticed, hadn’t made it to their rooms. Couples were having sex right there in the hallways, leaning against the walls.
Moans, purrs and groans of delight echoed.
“My eyes,” Shaye gasped out. “My poor eyes.”
In a nymph household, such a sight was common. But he kept that fact to himself.
With her close on his heels, and Joachim close on hers, he ushered her past the kitchens, the training arena and the warriors’ barracks—where more moans and purrs abounded.
“Do they ever stop?” She’d probably hoped to sound exasperated. Instead she’d sounded breathless.
Primal excitement brewed within him. If she were his, he would have explored the reasons for her reaction. Namely—did she want Valerian to take her against a wall?
Soon, he vowed. Very soon.
His personal suite occupied the opposite end of the palace. An area he’d chosen for the large bathing pool and panoramic wall of windows that offered a breathtaking view of the Outer City below.
What would Shaye think of the luxuries?
Did she like antiques or modern furnishings? Bright colors or pastels? Did she prefer warmth to cold?
She was right; he didn’t know her well. But he wanted so badly to learn.
“Thank you for agreeing to take me back,” Shaye said. “I know you don’t want to, and I’m truly grateful.”
He’d never heard such a gentle, tender tone from her. She even wore an expression of gratitude, the sweetness of it softening her features and gifting her with bright radiance.
He couldn’t allow her to entertain the false assumption any longer. “I’m not taking you back to your world, Moon. I’m taking you to your new home.”
She jolted, her nails digging into his flesh. “You knew what I thought but didn’t correct me.”
“I did correct you. Now.”
“Yes, you’re practically a Boy Scout. If this is how you think to win my affections, well, good luck,” she spit at him. “You and Joachim should consider dating. You’re perfect for each other.”
“Does she always speak this way?” Joachim asked, expressing his first doubt about his selection.
“Always,” Valerian and Shaye snapped in unison.
“By the way. I’m not staying anywhere near your room,” she informed Valerian. “I’d rather return to the sea and drown.”
“That isn’t an option for you.” He had to drag her—gently, of course—the rest of the way.
Joachim watched the interaction with an unreadable countenance.
Finally they reached the outskirts of Valerian’s suite.
Aeson exited the main doorway, his face flushed with pleasure.
Having caught his scent, the three humans chased after him. Soon, they trapped him in a circle.
“Be with me.”
“No, me.”
“I neeeed you.”
Then, “Valerian! You came back for me.”
All three swung around to beckon him over.
Mated nymphs didn’t usually attract females with the same potency and fervor as unmated ones. Still. He pulled Shaye in front of him, using her as a shield.
“Take one and go, Aeson.”
“You’re taking me.” The black beauty stepped forward and clasped Aeson’s hand.
He gazed at her with adoration as he led her from the room.
The other two females pouted.
Shaye humphed. “So. You’re a pimp as well as king.”
He ignored her and waved in his cousin’s direction. “Joachim is in need of a lover. Any interest?”
Both women sashayed to him without question.
“You’re so big,” the darker skin woman cooed.
“And strong,” added the delightfully plump redhead.
Joachim backed away, determined to resist. “I’ve already made my choice?” he said, the words a question rather than a statement. “The...the pale one is to be mine, and I must guard her door this night. For that reason, you...cannot...touch...me. Touch me.” The last was an unrestrained moan of helpless capitulation.
They’d reached him, their hands already stroking him.
Valerian almost grinned. “Shaye won’t mind if you forgo standing guard at her door this night. A man has needs, and she understands.” Or rather, he prayed she understood.
“Needs,” the lost-in-a-passion-haze warrior repeated.
“I need your naked skin sliding against mine,” the redhead said, breathless.
“I need you, hot in my mouth.”
Joachim audibly swallowed. “Valerian,” he began, a tremor in his tone.
Shouldn’t smile. “Go. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“The pale one—”
“Will remain untouched.” Tonight. Only tonight. “I’ve given you my word, and I’ll keep it.” Even if Shaye begged him for more.
The thought caused him to harden painfully. He wanted her to beg.
The redhead shoved her friend and jumped into Joachim’s arms. “I’ll make you forget her.”
“I trust you, cousin.” Joachim strode away then, and the woman clung to him.
“Wait,” Valerian called. “Take the other to Shivawn. If you’d like a man of your own?” he asked her.
She brightened. “Yes, please.”
Joachim held out his hand, and the other woman eagerly rushed over to claim it.
The trio disappeared beyond the corner.
Valerian allowed his grin to peek through. He had Shaye to himself, Joachim otherwise occupied.
“Unbelievable,” Shaye muttered.
He gripped her shoulders to twist her around. “Just what do you find so unbelievable?”
“The amount of communal sex to be had, of course. Haven’t you people heard of STDs?” Her pique painted her cheeks a soft shade of rose. As if the moon would soon vanish in place of the sun.
Lust boiled in his blood. He’d touched the softness of her skin today, but he had yet to taste her. He’d held her, but he had yet to make love to her. He wanted to strip her. To sink deep inside her. To pound, hard and fast, pleasuring her with long, demanding strokes.
She looked at him, as if she herself had just realized they were finally alone, and her nostrils flared. With desire?
He fisted his hands at his sides to keep himself from reaching out again.
“Listen to me very closely.” The words were nothing more than a growl of barely restrained need. “I want you, but I can’t have you. If you don’t lock yourself inside the suite right now, I’m going to forget my vow to leave you untouched and use every weapon in my sensual arsenal to tempt you.”
Her eyes widened, the rich velvet-brown flicking with sparks of arousal. Her breath caught, and she inched away from him.
“If you exit the suite,” he added, “I’ll view it as an invitation to begin your seduction.”
She spun on her heel and sprinted past the door. Click.
For a long while, Valerian stood in place, desperate to follow her, willing the door to open.
When his blood cooled, he scrubbed his face with a shaky hand. Having a mate was going to be murder on his body, it seemed, for he foresaw a long, painful night ahead—with no real end in sight.
