Pleasure of a Dark Prince (Immortals After Dark #9)

Ach, woman! He raked his fingers through his hair. "You want me as much as I want you."
"Assuming that's true -"
"It's true."
"- I can't. Not now."
"It's no' your time of the month. I know that."
"Ew." Valkyrie didn't have periods. "You're the only one here with a monthly cycle, werewolf."
- Lucia and Garreth MacRieve

And what about the piranhas?”
“I doubt the fishies’ll snack on anything critical.” He leaned in to murmur at her ear, “They only go for small prey.

As Damiano strolled to the back platform, he returned her smile, white teeth against bronzed skin, then he dropped into the water. The man was sex on a stick.
MacRieve stepped in front of her, clasping her nape, jealousy ablaze in his expression. "Eyes on the prize, woman. It's a werewolf you'll have, or none at all.

At fifty times the distance, you dispatched that ko-bold with three arrows to the neck. I’ve earned a trio to the chest. Seems you slapped him while you’re tickling me. You doona want to kill me, which is a good sign. Maybe this is your way of flirting?

Bluidy hell. Charlie’s seen my woman naked,” he said in a surly tone. “I almost liked him better when I thought he was a machete murderer.

Damiãno is hot,” Lucia murmured, then realized she’d spoken aloud. “And by that, I mean, I respect his mind.

Fate has a way of getting what she wants, no matter how we try to avoid it.

Have you ever fought an opponent you had no defense against? Like a fire breather or an acid spitter?"
"Once I faced a female with diamond skin," Nix said breathlessly. "I was transfixed - even as she was choking the life out of me."
"Really?"
"No, I saw that character on X-Men. I just wanted to commiserate. Alas, I have no weaknesses.

I’d bet the leeches are looking for me. Because I glow and I’m wicked smart. They probably want to breed with me.” (Regin)

If I have to scour the entire earth, I'll hunt her down. I will no' falter. One day I will bring my female back to my home - back to my bed...She was born to be found by me.
-Garreth MacRieve, King of all Lykae

I hope they're in town. I want to face them! Reign stood and brandished one of the two swords that she usually wore in sheaths crisscrossed on her back-in addition to the dagger sheath she customarily wore on her forearm. "I'll lunch on their balls!"



That was Reign's new threat: to lunch on enemies' balls. "Reege, when you threaten males with that, I don't think it has the result you intend. They think less Lunchables, more tea bag.

I’ll do this to you till there’s something to take the place of your vows—until you see the two of us together as your religion.” (Garreth)

I need you to scry for Lousha," he said. "You told me once that you could."

"Yeah, I can get you in her vicinity."

Garreth had taken Lucia's scent into him and could find her from miles away.

"That'll work."

Witches could come in handy, he supposed.

"But I don't do gratis."

Garreth bluidy hated witches! "Charge me what you will! Just give me the fucking coordinates."

In the background, he heard Bowen say, "Mari, never let it be said that I doona support your extortion--"

"Entrepreneurial-ness," she corrected.

"But a family discount, love, would no' be amiss."

"The whole family? Fine," she said. "I'm scrying." While Garreth waited, she groused about how extended the "MacRieve pack" was.

"Nix, I know you're faking the static." She could picture her sister blowing into her fist directly at the receiver. The static abruptly stopped. "Why?"

"It seamed less rude than the alternative."

"What's that?"

Click.

MacRieve had been roaring in his cage in the basement for hours now, […]
"Let me the bluidy hell out of here!" sounded up from below.
Regin glared at Lucia, as if this were her fault. "He is harshing my buzz, and I am" – Regin turned to yell over her shoulder – "not interested!"
"Open this fucking cage, you glowing bluidy freak!" Gods, he was fierce.

Nothing good ever came easy.” (Garreth)

Once I faced a female with diamond skin," Nix said breathlessly. "I was transfixed - even as she was choking the life out of me."
"Really?"
" No, I saw that character on X men. I just wanted to commiserate. Alas, I have no weaknesses."
"Except your insanity," Lucia pointed out.
sigh. "Well played, Archer. then carry on...

Please put your penises away, gentlemen. Dinner is procured. By a woman.

Schecter turned to MacRieve. “And what is your field, Dr…?”
Despite the fact that he was a prince, he answered, “Mr. MacRieve. I’m here in a security capacity for my wife. She’s the beauty and brains—I’m the brawn.”
She stiffened again at his calling her his wife. MacRieve had no idea how much that word bothered her.
Schecter asked, “Why exactly would anyone need security?”
“Are you jesting?” MacRieve asked. “You doona know?” He flashed an aggravated look at Travis, then said simply, “Because we’re in the bluidy Amazon.

She’d been born for him. And I was born to find her…

She took me to a mall yesterday"' Lachlain sounded as if he'd just stifled a shudder. "And she pointed to a boy and said, 'I think I want one.' So naturally, I start thinking, Where can I get a wee mortal? But she meant a bairn—our bairn.

Ship, lady. This here’s a ship,” he said defensively, as if she’d told him, “Your penis: I find it minuscule.

So El Dorado is no’ a man.”
In a soft tone, Lucia said, “She’s La Dorada, the Gilded Woman. History had it wrong.
Really wrong.”
“Makes sense.”
“What do you mean?”
“Say you were a conquistador, hunting for the Gilded One’s gold, yet the native was clever enough to keep a tomb full of it hidden. A native—a woman native— somehow outwits you?” He shook his head. “Back in the day, I met a few gold-hungry conquistadors, and let’s put it this way—the fragility of conquistador ego canna be overstated.

Take it out, then.

This is what it's all been about with you," he said in an even tone. "All the fear, all
the running. The nightmares." When she nodded, he said, "You called him the devil."
"He is." What are you thinking, Scot?
"But you... married him?"
MacRieve's disgusted with me. "Basically? Yes."
"Ceremony and everything?"
She swallowed. "He tricked me into it. I-I was only sixteen."
A muscle ticked in his cheek and his irises grew pale. "Then know this..."
She stopped breathing.
"Lass, I'm about to make you a widow--

Well maybe we need to Cesar Millan their asses and show them who's boss. Tsst, tsst!

What are you trying to prove?" Lucia demanded.

Between strikes, he bellowed, "That you should no' have left me!"

"You were going to do it to me--don't bother denying it!" When he didn't, she said, "Then why are you different?" Another volley of arrows. "What gives you the right to risk yourself?"

He snapped, "Because you could move on if something happened to me.

Wolfy, is it? And what do you know about my turning?"
"I asked around when I figured out I was your... mate."
He stood, crossing to her. "Well, let's hear it."
"Basically, you'll lose your mind, turning animalistic, hunting me down until you claim me repeatedly, biting my neck and marking me as your possession. Nothing will stop you- no cage can hold you. Did I miss anything?
"Aye, Lousha." His gaze raked over her and his voice deepened. "The fact that you're going to like it.

You doona want to kill me, which is a good sign. Maybe this is your way of flirting?” (Garreth)

You've maddened me for you...have changed everything. So, I'm going to f*ck you long and hard, beauty, because if I'm to be enslaved by you-I want to be your master as well.