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His gaze lowered to her breasts, and his lips stretched taut over his teeth. After you straddle me. Blood rushed through her veins at an alarming rate. So tempting. And probably meant to cow her.

Clearly that someone was not Nicolai. Really, what kind of question was that? I saw the way you looked at my cock. You can be. Are you wet? I sooo know.

She wanted to introduce herself to that hardness properly. Meaning, a nice, firm handshake. Jane, I crave. So, logically, Jane had to believe he was as attracted to her as she was to him.

Yeah, logically. And not just because she was trembling and desperately wanted it to be true. He could simply be trying to soften her up. Oh, great.

The upsetting thought poked its way from an ugly place inside her. A place that never wanted her to be happy. Today, she might not. I know you are. What if you bite me? Or do that marking thing? You have my word. Giving and taking. Give and take pleasure while we talk. Because deep inside, at the core of her femininity, she wanted to be with him. Or bespelled. The desire was somehow as familiar as his scent.

Or my panties. We just met. That would be, uh, tacky. Just want to feel you. Her robe hiked up, revealing the length of her thighs. Just as slowly, she lowered her body until her female core brushed his erection.

She gasped at the contact. He moaned. This was better than her fantasy. He was hot, so hot. Hard, so hard. He arched up, pressing more firmly against her. They moaned in unison, his heart drumming as erratically as hers. She liked that. A moment passed.

His gaze settled on her neck. Her pulse fluttered, as though happy to have gained his notice. How moronic she sounded. Yes this, and yes that. She was on top of him, poised over his cock. And she ached. Ached like a drug addict in need of a fix. Why else would she have practically thrown herself at a vampire? He waited. When she said no more, he arched his hips again. An accident, she told herself, and just once, but enough to leave her sweating. About why you summoned me to free you?

Or a well-endowed man. The blond giant and the brunette toddler. Need drove her. Yes, keep doing that. But gods, you smell divine. So very, very good…uh, interesting. Getting answers had never been this wonderfully agonizing in class. Her heart hammered against her ribs with so much force, she feared the bones would crack.

She needed to slow down, or she would explode before the conversation ended. My power…they did something to me. Bound my abilities in some way, as surely as they bound my body. So sharp, so deadly. Do I please you? Kiss me. She wanted to kiss him. Yet she knew that if she leaned down, if she kissed the breath out of his lungs as she wanted him to do to her, they would have sex.

Look how close she was to begging for it already! They were strangers. Oh, God. Talk about a mood killer. No one. Although he might wonder why she knew more about his physiology than she should. Like the fact that he was alive, and not dead, with the same basic organ alignment as a human.

Besides, she would return home at some point. More than that, they were in danger and under a time crunch. She needed answers from him, not pleasure. Not kisses. Reluctantly she crawled off him and stood beside the bed. Her knees almost buckled. Amazing that she was able to maintain her balance, since her muscles had the consistency of Jell-O. She would cave. He was just so damn beautiful, those eyes so hungry. For her. Plain Jane, as the kids at school had once called her. Already she was tempted to fling herself back on top of him, rubbing her way to ecstasy.

The scent of him clung to her. Every time she inhaled, she smelled him, weakening her resolve. And sex. He uttered a low growl. I would rather have part of you than none of you.

A born seducer, this one. Nicolai knew just how to lure, how to tempt. Against her better judgment, she sat. Her fingers brushed his ribs, and the heat of him had her shivering all over again. But do not go around asking for such a thing. You do not want the witches here knowing what was done to you. What happens if they discover the truth? Her heartbeat increased in speed. Still no need to panic. Not yet. No one will be stronger than me. One half of her trembled in pleasure, the other half shuddered in fear.

The vampires in the lab had fed from bags of plasma. Had never wanted to be bitten. If anyone could make her enjoy something like that, it was this man. If you can make anyone look like the princess, why did you summon me specifically? A silent command—and an unrelinquishing demand—for contact. She had to remain on equal footing with him, and even though he was chained, he kept leaping to the next level without her. She blinked. His navel? Damn it!

Her willpower sucked. A mistake. Liquid silver eyes, smoldering with passion. Languid expression masking a sea of desires. No reason to discover if what he thought they could be doing meshed with her own desires, and every reason not to.

She stuffed her hands under her butt, her weight pinning them in place. Her bones melted. Climbing on top of him a second time might actually be a good idea, she mused. Yeah, yeah, because she was having trouble hearing him and… Damn it, she thought again. You knew better than to look at him! Back on track. I do not know. Do you have a man waiting for you?

Fidelity is important. Wake up at six-thirty in the morning and jog five miles. Take a shower, dress, fix breakfast. Read for a few hours, usually something on macroparticles, sometimes a romance, fix lunch. Read for a few hours more, shop online for anything she needed, walk the treadmill to release the knots in her muscles.

Bathe, fix dinner. Watch TV, sleep. Her family. A second chance. A vow. A lot. All that ferocity… He would protect what was his, and fight for what he wanted. Anyone who tormented him or those he loved would suffer. And with him, a woman would never have to worry about anything.

Well, except her panties. Those might be ripped a few times. Nicolai might plan to kill everyone, but he was only one man. Or vampire, whatever. There would be survivors. Survivors looking to punish the person who had unleashed the big bad vamp. She knew nothing about this land.

This magical land, where spells could be cast, memories erased and powerful vampires enslaved. He opened his mouth, closed it. Then he relaxed, his body sagging against the mattress. His expression softened, heated. Her hand itched to reach out, the urge to touch him springing to new life. She wanted to rediscover the warmth of his body.

Was already reaching toward him… She jumped back to her feet and backed away from him. Sitting next to him had been a mistake. Have I answered your questions? You said yes. Now summon the healer. Chains first. Healer second. Big time. If you go back on your word, I never will again. Once out of my trust circle, always out of my trust circle. Sure enough, a long, thin key rested atop a bed of crimson velvet. So simple. Gasping, Jane spun. A short, obese woman with ruddy cheeks huffed and puffed in the now open entryway.

She wore a navy-blue-and-gold robe, the material far too tight for her rotund frame. She had jet-black hair peppered with silver, the strands slicked back and greased. The city without time had managed to take its toll. Danger, danger, danger, her mind shouted, and it was not the succulent kind Nicolai offered.

If this world was anything like her own had once been, this woman, this queen, had absolute power over every one and thing in her kingdom. Including Jane.

His expression was now blank, his features smoothed out. He practically vibrated. As stealthily as possible, she tossed the key at him. You, my successor, the one my people look to as an example, have made me appear the fool. Let go! One that promised pain. Lots and lots of pain. No one but Jane seemed to notice. The guards snagged her by the arms and began dragging her out of the bedroom. Behind her, she heard Nicolai jerking against his chains. But no worries, my pet. I will remind you—and ensure you never forget again.

Now, he felt fury. So much fury, and every bit of it was leveled on the guards. They had dragged Jane along the opulent corridor filled with portraits of the queen and her daughters, down the winding stairs with dark velvet carpeting, and to the extravagant banqueting hall.

Though she was no longer in the bedroom, Nicolai saw her still. As if their minds were somehow connected. She struggled the entire way. Only when they bent her over the dining table, her face pressed into the polished wood, only when they stripped away the back of her gown, had she settled.

Panting, she twisted her head to gaze over at the queen. The Queen of Hearts, a woman known to dine on the still beating organ during the spells and incantations used in her never-ending quest for youth. Nicolai would never know. Already she bore scars. More than he could possibly count. They twined from her spine to her rib cage, red and angry, badges of pain. What the hell had been done to her?

His guilt sprang back to instant, shattering life, and he was unable to destroy it this time. He had placed her in this situation. This delicate, haunted woman with the tantalizing scent, who had offered him the only glimpse of sunlight in a darkened void. She had come to save him, had trusted him enough to straddle him while talking to him.

To rub against him, ratcheting his desire to unequaled heights, even without climax. Still did. Wanted her to know his bite, his kiss. His possession. Perhaps she was merely a challenge he had to triumph above. Quite simply, she was his. That was not in question. Mine, his cells continued to scream. All mine. He could not allow her to be whipped. Nicolai looked at the key resting at his side. Jane had tossed it at him, and it had landed on the mattress.

A brave gesture on her part, but useless. He could not bend enough to reach it with his mouth. He could not angle his hands to grab it. He could not do anything with it. He would escape. However necessary. He would save her. Never before had he been left on his own outside of his cell, with no guards within sight or hearing distance. He jerked at his cuffs. The metal links scraped his already cut skin, digging deeper, deeper.

Now, he felt the pain. Just as before, the latches held, both to him and to the bed. He gritted his teeth. His hate for Laila, her mother and even Delfina grew exponentially. Destroy… He closed his eyes, concentrating on the power still swirling inside him.

There it was, dark, so dark, churning, an untapped storm just waiting, desperate to be unleashed; and all he had to do was break through the glass cage that had been erected within him. A glass cage with thin, riverlike cracks running through the center. He banged against the mental glass, over and over again. He clawed at it. Still nothing. To Jane and their connection. Somehow, enough of his magic had escaped to allow him to continue watching her despite the distance between them.

Leather whistled through air. The first blow landed. Jane squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her lips together. She grimaced, but not a sound did she make. They had done it. They had whipped her. Just like that, something inside of Nicolai broke.

Not the glass cage, but something far more dangerous, roaring like a wild animal pushed beyond its limits. From the first moment Nicolai had spotted Jane, his body had reacted to her. He had experienced lust, guilt and possessiveness in varying degrees. Now, the possessiveness simply took over.

Mine, he thought again. This time, the word sprung from deep inside him, as unstoppable as an avalanche.

He did not understand the fierceness accompanying the thought, and refused to ponder it now. He would ponder later. Right now, more than before, he knew only that she was his—his savior, his woman—and nothing else mattered. The guards had touched her, hurt her. They would die. By the time he finished with them they would probably thank him for killing them. All he had to do was free himself.

And he would. Nothing would stop him. Not now, not anymore. Being a magical vampire, as Jane had called him, was not going to aid him; he admitted that now. Still his determination intensified, blending with the hate, the burn of that possessiveness.

He would reach her by grit alone; he would save her. No matter what he had to do. His gaze strayed to the wrist cuffs and narrowed.

Without his thumbs, his hands would slide right through. Goodbye, thumbs. Biting his tongue against the pain he knew was to come, he slammed his hands, thumbs out, into the headboard. The bones broke with that very first punch. He sucked in a breath, but, like Jane, he did not utter a sound.

Punch, punch, punch. Each new blow caused even more damage, ripping tendon, tearing muscle, flattening bone. By the time he finished, he was sweating, bleeding, his hands limp. But his top half was free. With a growl, he jolted upright. Heard the whistle of leather through air, a soft inhalation of breath. Skin he wanted to caress. His hands were too mutilated to grab the key. In fact, his efforts sent the little piece of metal sliding to the floor with a clink.

Through narrowed eyes, he peered down at his feet. At a different angle, those feet would glide straight through the metal rings. And all he had to do to achieve that different angle was break every bone that ran from his ankle to his toes. Nicolai started kicking the footboard. Surgery after surgery to pin her bones in their proper places.

Then, of course, the rehabilitation. So, this whipping? Not even a blip on her agony radar. And for what?

For failing to speak with a fat, ugly woman when summoned? Poor Odette. Always fearing the next punishment? And poor Nicolai. Jane could not blame him for doing everything within his power to save himself. She would have done the same. In fact, she could blame only herself for this. Well, he would have been. He would have left her behind. And he still might, she thought. During their talk, she had not garnered a promise from him.

Not to keep her with him, not to protect her. And now, it was too late. Not for any reason. She would free him the moment she was physically able, then take off on her own.

Dumb on her part, maybe. Okay, definitely. Allowing herself to be separated from the one person who knew who and what she was, the one person who could get her home…so damn foolish. And, wow. Jane Parker, considered a dummy. That was a first. She laughed without humor. A novelty in the face of pain. Jane refused to acknowledge her. There was a squeak of outrage. Your arms are stronger, as I can well attest. A pause, then the whip continued to descend.

Harder, so much harder. Over and over again, minutes ticking by. Still Jane did not utter a sound. She wanted to go home. Back to her boring life, where she was in control. The whip stopped falling. Finally, a reprieve. Did these people believe in hell, or even know what it was?

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Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Average rating 4. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Aug 16, Peep Pop! It's short and cute with a little drama mixed in. We even get to spend time with Olivia, one of my favorite girls from the series. I liked when he had to eat the food in order to stake claim on it. He gagged because he was so used to eating fruit, nuts, and veggies.

Bianka wanted good food like fries but he couldn't stomach it. She ate everything, well except the broccoli. I loved the part where Paris has to wrestle Lysander — in oil.

Yes, it was ridiculous and over the top but it still was pretty funny. I shouldn't have liked it, but I found myself smirking so obviously I enjoyed it.

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Aug 05, Robbin rated it it was ok. It was okay I was a little disappointed though. I've just been spoiled by Gena Showalter because of her Lords of the Underworld books and now I exspect all of her books to blow me away just like that and its so stupid that I'm so disappointed whenever they aren't. Authors can't get it perfect everytime I guess thats what loyal fans are for right?

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