Free The Warlord Wants Forever by Kresley Cole

and slowly work him within her. Shivering at the delicious image, she struggled to keep from admitting her desire. “A-aroused,” she bit out.

    “Are you aroused now?”

    She felt herself blushing deeply. Myst never blushed. “Yes.”

    “Do you need to come?”

    Oh, God, no, how could he ask her this just when she was reliving last night? “Y-yes.” She turned from him, curling her knees to her chest. “But I won’t ask you.”

    “Even when I can give you what you need?”

    “The only thing I’l ask you for is to give me my chain back.”

    “You’l get it back when I am convinced you wil stay with me,” he said. “Explain to me what it is.” When she didn’t reply, he grated, “Answer me.”

    “It’s caled the Brisingamen.”

    “Why do you wear it?”

    “Punishment and to protect it.”

    “Punishment for what?”

    She placed a hand out to her side and turned back to him, her green eyes taunting. “When I was only seventeen, I was caught in a compromising position with a demigod of no importance or standing other than his mind-shattering talent at kissing. My family was unamused.”

    A muscle ticked in his jaw. Demigod? Wroth was a battle-scarred vampire who would never walk in the sun with her.

    She studied his expression. “Jealous, vampire? Or do you realize I’m out of your league?”

    He ignored her words. “So your family punished you with a vulnerability that gave men control of your body? How many have had it, commanding you to fuck them for your very life?” When she glared at him, he calmly said, “Answer. Fuly.”

    “There was no vulnerability. It has never been broken. I’ve been tossed by it, caught by it, even held above a pit of boiling tar by it. I’d tried to have it smelted from me in the olden days and then lasered recently. Nothing could touch the integrity of the chain before…”

    “Before I puled it free like a thread? So I’m the first.” This pleased him and he exhaled in relief, only to immediately frown. “You don’t think it’s more than coincidental that you were given to me over al other females in any time and place to be my Bride, just as I’ve freed you from something that no man has been able to before?”

    She clenched her jaw.

    “How do you find those facts? Answer honestly. Now.”

    “I find them…. They might be…. It might be fated,” she bit out.

    “We might be fated.” He’d already known this without doubt. He couldn’t believe his heart would beat for a woman that could never love him back. Of course, she’d said there’d been others she’d blooded—then kiled.

    “Yes, but just because we’ve been set up by a fate with a sick sense of humor doesn’t mean my feelings about you wil change. Are you going to keep me prisoner for eternity?”

    “Before I let you go philander with your demigods? Yes.”

    Her slim shoulders stiffened and she stood.

    He lay back, proudly ogling his Bride’s ass as she sauntered around the room, studying her new surroundings. Myst couldn’t merely walk, he’d discovered—her every movement was the stuff of fantasy, her every touch as wel. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to claim her last night because he’d been so enthraled with her wet kiss, but he was hard yet again and would remedy that soon.

    “So what miraculous feat of engineering brought modern plumbing to this schwag place?”

    Schwag? He frowned at her question, watching as she ran her hand along an old papered wal. She opened a rusted shutter and gazed out the window into the night, seeing, he knew, tangled gardens blighted with neglect. He had a sudden urge to make an excuse as to why his home was in this condition.

    “You’re actualy going to keep me here? Your torture is fiendish and boundless, Wroth.”

    He clenched his jaw, then said, “As I told you, here is caled Blachmount and it used to be awing and wil be so again, but the estate’s been abandoned for many years.
    While I searched for you, I