If that cock comes within an inch of me, I’ll neuter him, she told herself.
The other side of the bed sank as he sat down, the bedroom going dark as he turned off the light. Lying tensely, she waited for his next move, slightly disappointed when nothing happened. Blinking back tears, she was angry at herself for being disappointed even though she would have left the room if he had tried anything.
She was becoming more and more frustrated being near him, her body wanting him. The weeks they had shared together in her mother’s castle where he had taken her had been hard without him caring for her, but she’d at least been able to pretend he had cared for her a little when they’d had sex. Now, she had nothing; neither his body nor his love.
She almost weakened and turned to him, and only Athena’s face and words as she had told her about the nights she had spent with Rhys at Odin’s castle prevented her from reaching out. A girl had to have some pride, didn’t she? As lonely as she was, she clung to that thought as she fell asleep.
At some point in the night, a warm mouth at her breast woke her. The feel of his hand between her thighs had her arching her hips to put his teasing fingers where she needed them. A firm finger found her clit, rubbing it until she bit back the groan threatening to tell him she was awake. She wanted to pretend a moment longer before she had to make her mind up if she was going to let him finish what the sneaky bastard had started.
“I know you’re awake.”
Damn! She was about to come, why couldn’t he have just kept his mouth shut?The conqueror in him wants his victory, that’s why.
Sighing, Broni couldn’t bring herself to give in to him. Rolling away, she sat upon her knees, staring at his face in the dark room.
“Go to sleep, Rhys.”
He reached out, cupping her breast, and she stiffened as he talked to her in a foreign language. Broni knew all the languages learned through the centuries, however; so she understood him perfectly.
“Come here, Broni. I need you as I’ve never needed another. You wanted me to love you, watched me century after century; why turn away from me now when you have me begging for you?”
Broni almost melted into a puddle at hearing those words she had waited to hear. Instead, she scrambled from the bed, going to the dresser to find clothes to put on. She escaped while her traitorous body wanted him to fuck her as he whispered words in that same seductive language.
Before she could shut the door to the bathroom, a hard arm circled her stomach, his large hand splayed across her trembling belly.“Don’t leave me, Broni.” His cock pressed against her ass while his other hand on her hip pressed her back against him. “I let you pleasure me night after night. Let me spend the night pleasuring you.” His hand slid down between her thighs.
Broni caught his wrist in a tight grip, not letting his hand go further. “Tell me, Rhys, what language did you whisper in Athena’s ear when you fucked her? You made sure you sampled all the women at Odin’s castle while I slept in the dirt in the forest without even caring I was gone. I have nothing to offer you any more, not my body and certainly not my heart.” She jerked away from his touch, not caring if she had to leave the room with nothing on but her nightgown.
She didn’t make it one step before she found herself thrown over his shoulder. Broni gasped as she felt them disappearing. “What are you doing…?”
As Broni felt herself thrown on a bed of furs, he stared down at her with his hands on his hips. She looked around the room, recognizing the time period they were in. Her eyes narrowed on him.
“Your mother told me you used to sneak off and watch me. Did you only watch me during the battles?”
Broni blushed. With his powers, he could easily find out if she lied.
“No.” She turned her eyes away; the sight of his body had always made her want him.
Broni felt the heat rise in her cheeks. Jumping from the bed, she stood uncertainly. She noticed the room was decadent with candles lighting the interior of the tent, luxurious furs on the bed and floor.
Her toes unconsciously dug into the soft fur.
“Is he still there?”
“Who?” The warrior strode across the tent, taking a goblet and filling it with dark wine from the pitcher on a table loaded with food. He lifted the goblet to his lips, taking a drink while keeping his gaze on her.
“Rhys?”
“Yes, among others,” he answered as he moved closer to her.
“Take me back.” Broni felt her will slipping. He was clearly trying to seduce her. The sad fact was, she was easy, and she always had been where he was concerned.
She placed a hand against his chest, staring up into his face wistfully. “I can’t. I swore to myself I wouldn’t.”
His hand slid to the nape of her neck, lifting the goblet of wine to her lips. Broni took a sip then he moved the goblet away and set it down beside the bed.Broni licked the taste of wine from her lips then his mouth lowered to hers, his tongue sliding intimately against her own.
He lifted her up, placing her back on the bed. “Tonight… let’s pretend that it’s the first time we met. That I found you in a village and captured you, bringing you back here to claim as mine.” He lifted the goblet to her lips again and Broni took another sip of the strong wine.
How many women through the centuries had she watched him claim while she remained in the shadows, leaving him behind to return home empty and aching? She could take this night; enjoy the novelty of him seducing her. She could hold her heart back this time, she knew she could.She would take what he was offering and then forget about it afterward. It was what he had done to her.