Free Desire After Dark: Lords of Pleasure by Jo Carlisle Page B

Immediately he put her on the defensive, driving her back with powerful blows, taking noprisoners. She blocked them, countered his thrusts, and then leaped backward, putting some distance between them to recover.
    Taryn’s swordsmanship had come a long way. For a brief time, he had her on the run and knew it. He moved in for the kill, increasing the frequency of his strikes, his arm a flurry of movement, his expression more feral than she’d ever seen, filled with battle lust.
    To her astonishment, she tripped and almost fell. She fumbled her sword but managed to recover just in time to lunge, sweeping Taryn’s legs from underneath him. He planted on his ass in the dirt, and she held him at sword point, the tip about an inch from his throat.
    “Do you yield?”
    “Yes.” Taryn laughed and took the hand up that she offered. “But you almost dropped your weapon! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so distracted. Does your vampire have anything to do with it?”
    “None of your business.” She gave him the evil eye as he brushed the sand off his rear, but he wasn’t deterred.
    “His feeding went well, did it?” he teased.
    Standing, she pushed his hand away and brushed off her rear. “You have to ask? You’re the one who picked out the most tempting servants the palace had to offer.”
    “At your request.”
    “Maybe next time you shouldn’t do your job so well!”
    “Wow, he
did
get to you.” Stepping close, he lowered his voice seductively but didn’t touch her. “Do you need me, mistress? You have only to ask.”
    “Must I? As long as you’ve known me and have become accustomed to my moods?”
    “Of course not. Forgive me,” he murmured, reaching out to smooth her hair from her face. “Where?”
    “Right here.”
    “Exhibitionist.” His affectionate tone said how much he loved that about her.
    “As if you can cast stones.”
    “I’ve never been innocent, nor would I want to be.” His lips curved. “As someone once said, sinners have more fun.”
    “That was Adam, I think.”
    “Hmm,” he said, pulling her close. “No, I’m sure it was Eve.”
    “Actually, it was the devil’s idea.”
    “Always a man’s fault.” He sighed, rolling his eyes playfully.
    “Who else? When the first evil male tempted the innocent female, how was she to know better?”
    “Which explains why innocence was lost long before you and I were born.”
    She smirked. “Lucky for us.”
    Done talking, Taryn brought his mouth to the curve of her shoulder and proceeded to nibble the delicate skin. He bit gently, causing a minishock of pain, then soothed the tiny hurt with lips and tongue. The need that had been simmering since she watched Luc with the faery ignited, stoking a fire in her sex. She wanted, now.
    Her hands skimmed down his bare torso, feeling the cut ridges of his abdomen. Her fingers worked at the button on his pants, popped it free, and then attacked his zipper, freeing his erection. He was already hard for her, his shaft reddened and leaking. Closing her hand around him, she pumped, knowing he was ready to pounce.
    Then Taryn made a move he rarely dared, in spite of herearlier words about his taking the initiative—he pushed Kass to her knees.
    She would have admonished him, but an image of Luc came to her—of him standing over her just this way, strong and self-assured. But the scene with Luc would be different somehow, and she didn’t want to think of that.
    Pushing the picture away, she focused on enjoying her slave and licked the crown of Taryn’s cock. She swirled around it and trailed down the underside, along the heavy vein all the way to his balls. She laved and nuzzled them, then took as much of each one in her mouth as possible, getting them nice and wet. Her goal was to drive him wild, and by the time she moved back and gave one simple swipe along the ridge of sensitive flesh behind his balls, she’d succeeded.
    “Gods!” Pulling Kass to her feet, he led her to a bench on the