pleasure you. Pleasure you so fiercely you'll never forget what happened in this cave, never forget the woman responsible. And most of all you'll wish, desperately, for more.' The more she spoke, the more determination dripped from her tone.
'The nymph army will search for me. They'll find us and you'll be killed for this.'
A cold smile hovered at the edges of her lush mouth. She shook her head, hair dancing. 'They'll assume we disappeared like the others.'
His stomach tightened with dread. She was right. 'This isn't going to make me love you, Alyssa. This is going to make me hate you.'
Her gaze lowered, and she traced circles around each of his nipples. 'I know,' she admitted softly.
'Then free me. Now.'
'It seems I've wanted you forever,' she said as if he had not spoken. 'I know I've dreamed of us together, over and over again. And the one pure, perfect memory I had, you ruined.'
He could not, would not soften toward his captor. When he gained his freedom, and he would, he would ensure she was unable to harm another warrior. 'I told you that was not my intention, but you wanted the truth, so I gave it to you.'
'I was not finished,' she said, jaw firmed. 'You left me and you were unsatisfied.'
He could not deny it, so did not reply.
'As I said before,' she rasped, long lashes rising. Her eyes glittered dangerously, filled with a determination so complete he'd never seen its equal. Stronger, even, than her tone. 'You will be completely sated when I'm through with you. You'll think of me constantly, recall the bliss I gave you, and you'll want more the way I have wanted more all these years. But I will never give it to you. After this, we will be on equal ground. And I will be done with you.'
Dark rage seethed through him. He was a warrior. Being captured like this—and by a woman—was humiliating. What's more, he was a nymph. He should be able to charm her into doing anything he wanted. More, he should want this, should merely consider it play.
Not desiring a woman was almost…sacrilegious. 'That will be rape,' he found himself saying, and could not believe the words had sprung from his mouth. No other nymph would have uttered them. Ever. They would have reveled in any pleasure this woman gave them.
A strangled cry left Alyssa, and she jerked her hand away from him.
He used the reprieve to think. Why had he stopped her? Nymphs needed sex to survive. Without it, they grew weak. Might even die. With it, though, they grew impossibly strong. He should let her ride him, restoring all of his strength, and then he should break these chains and strangle her with them.
Yes, that was a sound plan. He would grit his teeth and bear it. He only hoped he could fool her and actually respond to her touch.
He popped his jaw—calm, stay calm—and forced his expression to soften. 'I'm sorry. That was cruel of me to say.' And difficult to apologize when he did not mean a word of it. 'You want me, and I want you.'
The woman was going to suffer for bringing him to this point.
She blinked in surprise, then suspicion. 'What game do you play?'
'No game. I simply wish to bed you.'
Unconvinced, she shook her head. 'You suddenly want me before I have even begun? Just like that?' She snapped her fingers. 'Only a moment ago it would have been rape.'
'Yes. Just like that.' He'd had to swallow his fury to choke out the words.
'Liar.' But her hands returned to his chest, as if she wanted to believe him despite her doubts. She dipped a fingertip into his navel, leaned down and kissed him there, gaze never leaving his.
He inhaled sharply, then had to grit his teeth as he'd supposed, his father's screams suddenly exploding in his head. His ears rang, and the scent of death filled his nose. Every muscle in his body tensed. This was what happened every time Alyssa neared him. Regaining his strength was not worth this. 'You…you…I can't stand the smell of you,' he ground out, not knowing what else to say to make her leave. 'You have to back away from me.'
Alyssa uttered an embarrassed yelp and stood. 'You're a cruel man,' she rasped out, 'yet I convinced myself otherwise, lapping up every scrap you tossed my way. Enough! No longer will I do so. You want me to bathe? I will. I want nothing to diminish your enjoyment. And you will enjoy. Not that you deserve it.
'You never noticed, but I've been unable to drink another's blood since our joining. I was literally dying for your blood, damn you, but now I've had it. Now I'm strong. And soon we will be free of each other.' She stalked from the cave, leaving him alone.
His head fell against the rocks, those terrible memories fading from his mind in the wake of her heated accusations and departure. She hadn't drunk from another? She loved him that much? It was almost…humbling. But surely she had exaggerated. Surely she hadn't truly been dying because of his refusal.
Right?
He thought back to how pale she'd been lately, how sunken her cheeks and eyes had become. Now, after having his blood, she glowed. He was ashamed to admit it, but he hadn't noticed her decline.
He frowned, concern overshadowing every hint of his anger and freeing his mind from thoughts of revenge. How would he feel if she were to take her last breath? If he were never to see her again, as she'd vowed?
He'd come to expect her presence. She was Alyssa, the female who constantly sought him out, who watched him with lust in her eyes. Who did everything in her power to seduce him. The same as most females, were he honest. But she wanted more than sex. As many times as she'd invited him to bed, she'd asked for his aid in devising battle plans, beseeched him to join her for a stroll through the Outer City and sent him books she'd enjoyed so that they could one day discuss them. She wanted conversation, to know his thoughts and have him listen to hers. She wanted to know him as a man, not just a lover.
There wasn't a single spark of satisfaction at the thought of her demise, as he would have guessed. There wasn't even relief. The thought of being without her actually saddened him. Yes, saddened, he realized.
Despite what she made him feel when he looked at her, she was lovely. He even liked arguing with her. A few times, she'd even made him smile. She was smart, witty. Lusty. But somehow he'd come to equate her with the suffering of the past, and that had tainted his feelings toward her.
The first time he'd seen her, as a woman, no longer a little girl, he'd been consumed with lust for her. He'd wanted her more than he'd ever wanted another. But the moment he'd approached her, gazing into her eyes, that lust had turned to disgust, the screams of the past consuming him. That had never changed. Why had the past interfered? Did it matter? Escape should be his only concern right now.
For an eternity, he tried to fight his way free of the chains. All he did was cut his skin. What kind of warrior am I? he wondered.
Finally, she returned. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a different robe. A blue one, to match her eyes. Prettier than ever, he thought and closed his own eyes. Instant arousal, but he knew it was only a matter of time before it withered.
'I should now meet even your lofty standards,' she said.
Alyssa climbed on top of him, straddling him. She flattened her palms on his chest, the heat of her core, covered though it was by her robe, pressing against his cock. Where she touched, a small blaze kindled. Odd. That had never happened before. Not with her. Why had it now?
'There is much we need to discuss,' he said, mind still churning. She hadn't looked any different, and she certainly hadn't endeared herself to him. But for once, there was no flash of blood in his mind, no screams. She stroked his chest like a favored pet. There were calluses on her hands, calluses that evoked a delicious friction.
Suddenly he didn't want her to stop touching him.
'Alyssa,' he began, not really knowing what to say.
'Stop talking.' Her fingertips never ceased their determined movement, tracing the line of his jaw, his ears, the slope of his neck and collarbone.
His blood heated with a shocking amount of desire. 'You are…this is…' His frown deepened. How was she doing this? He opened his eyes to study her, heard a scream inside his head, lost his arousal and quickly closed his eyes again. Silence.
Her face, he realized. Something about it must send him back. But what?
