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During the ring changeover, Bettina had spied Raum escorting two pretty nymphs backstage.
Which left her all alone at the table. Winners could have come and visited her after their bouts, but they always left, never joining her at banquet. Each one intended to marry her in mere days; none of them made an effort to get to know her better.
Well, except for one. A vampire with the most sublime body shed ever imagined-whod provided her with the most erotic vision shed ever witnessed.
When Cas had shown up today at sundown, shed barely been able to look him in the eye.
Hed gone home alone the night before, trying to make it work between them, while shed been moaning into Dacianos mouth.
But she wouldnt be seduced again. Tonight, she and Cas had started over. . . .
She waved for a refill, glancing over her shoulder at the other banqueters. Again the grandstand was divided between armored demons and gold-clad Sorceri.
On the demon side, the table was laden with platters of suckling pig, rack of lamb, wild boar, venison. Tankards of demon brew abounded.
Most Sorceri, however, were strict vegetarians. On their side, fruits and vegetables were arranged in elaborate platters and towers, and sweet wine flowed from crystal decanters.
Bettina definitely preferred their table. When she was young, shed tried to eat like a demon, to have one thing in common with her subjects. Shed been as successful in that as shed been in growing horns, getting strong, or learning to trace.
Hey, at least I can be summoned!
Different as the two groups were, both sides were sauced. The demons openly pawed the serving girls. The Sorceri flirted with their coy looks that could say a thousand things.
Most of the latter had remained to enjoy the wine, but also to watch their new favorite-the Prince of Shadow.
He was responsible for a good part of Bettinas exhaustion, for her fitful sleep over the course of the day. When shed first drifted off, shed suffered her usual nightmare; yet then the subject-and the nature-of her dreams had changed.
In reverie, her mind had replayed the night with him. Shed relived endless kisses and slippery hot flesh. Shed eagerly revisited that image of him standing before her clad only in firelight.
Over and over, shed awakened on the verge of orgasm.
A day of sensual torture. Yet shed been unable to do anything about it, because of the last shocking favor Daciano had asked of her.
Dont touch yourself.
Shed been flabbergasted. "Pardon?"
"Over the day, if you feel need, dont act on it. Thats the favor I want from you. Then youll owe me only two boons. "
"Why would you want this?"
"So you will crave me as I do you. "
"More plots, more plans?"
"When the prize is so dear . . . "
Sensual. Torture.
Hed kissed her, aroused her to the brink of release, then forbidden any relief. She didnt know how she was going to face him tonight.
Maybe I should pull for the troll.
Trehan wanted to begin his match-so he could end it. At last it neared, next after Gourlavs.
He was keen to see his Bride once more, to determine whether shed kept her end of their final bargain last night.
Hed caught only a glimpse of her as the tournament had begun. Shed narrowed her eyes at him, seeming particularly irritable-not the demeanor of a sexually satisfied female.
Yet Trehan hadnt been able to talk to her, compelled by his contract to join the other competitors in these dank catacombs.
Water seeped from slimy stones. Kobolds hissed and scurried in the distance. Crude benches had been carved into the walls. Male voices echoed throughout this labyrinth, voices tinged with fear or bravado.
Trehan said nothing to his opponents, instead reliving the day hed spent-a day of need and denial.
He hadnt accessed her memories yet, because he hadnt slept. Uneasy away from her, hed returned to her room, just for a glimpse of her sleeping to tide him over until sunset. Hed found her in a fitful sleep, her brows drawn as a nightmare tormented her.
Wrapping her in mist, hed secretly lain beside her in the darkness of her curtained bed. Her silken locks had haloed out over silken sheets, her lips parted so temptingly.
As hed stared at her face, hed been overwhelmed with feeling, as if centuries of yearning had risen in a single moment:
I want her draped in mist, under my protection. I want her in my bed, gazing up at me with those glittering eyes as I enter her. I want her pleasured cries in my ear and her blood upon my tongue. . . .
Yet then her dreams had grown sensual. Shed raised her slim arms over her head, spreading her legs, her hips rocking, rocking . . . until shed awakened in the dark with a gasp, on the verge, having no idea he was less than a foot away.
His fangs had shot as hard as his shaft, just as uncontrollable. Hed wanted both buried inside her.
In the past, hed observed Horde vampires blood-taking in deranged attacks. Needless to say, the victims hadnt enjoyed it. But what if Trehan took Bettinas leisurely, painstakingly?
There were females rumored to find pleasure from a males bite. Hed wondered, Could my female? It would be a perfect exchange. Shed give me blood, and Id make her come. . . .
At that thought, itd taken every ounce of his control not to reach for her. But she was already angered with him. Finding him in her bed would only add to her pique. So hed clenched his fists and suffered with her, telling himself she would be sorely in need this eve, and he could use that to his advantage.
When shed drifted back to sleep, the same thing had happened again and again.
He couldnt plant dreams-he was no dream demon-but apparently the mist had brought him to mind.
Trehan hoped. If he even supposed that those hungry little moans had been for Caspion . . .
Once shed awakened for good, hed forced himself to leave, wondering if she could possibly refrain from caressing her trembling body. From masturbating her sex during her bath.
Delicate pale fingers against rosy flesh.
When he began to grow hard-even in this foul place-he shook his head. Focus, Trehan! Concentrate on the task at hand. Study your opponents.
He peered across the dingy corridor, gaze landing on the troll. Armed with a massive club, the creature was large but lumbering, with foot-long bristles dotting his body. Not exactly threatening. Yet Trehan had noticed in the melee that weapons had shattered against those bristles. They must be as strong as titanium-and dozens of them sprouted from its throat.
Trehan thought he spied a sliver of space between them. Basically hed have to slice his sword perfectly-through an opening the width of his flat blade.
If he missed and his sword broke, he didnt know how he could relieve the trolls body of its head.
One shot.
With a mental shrug, Trehan turned his attention to Gourlav, hoping to spy some weakness. Yet the demon merely leaned back against a wall, eyes closed, breathing deep and even.
Trehan could glean little, other than the fact that the pre-demons body had been made for war. A rippled plate of bone covered its heart; those tusks hung down from its chin, protecting its neck like a shield. Three pairs of horns only added more protection. Even its green eyelids were thick, doubled over with many scaly folds. All vulnerabilities defended.
How to deliver an immortal death blow-without spilling a single drop of blood?
There had to be a solution. Every conundrum had one. What I wouldnt give to research this in my library. He rubbed his palm over his nape, feeling anothers gaze.
Ah, Caspion studies me. Though incredibly young-not much older than Bettina-the demon wasnt without skill. Trehan suspected he would advance far in the tournament.
Trying to uncover my weaknesses, whelp?
In times past, Trehan had few. If the sun threatened to burn his skin, hed always been able to turn to mist. Now he had
to keep that talent hidden. Fortunately, he also possessed the ability to half-trace: manifesting himself just enough to be visible-and poised to attack-yet still insubstantial enough for the suns rays to pass through him.
No, Trehans greatest weakness was one brand-new to him: any threat to his Bride.
Caspion chose that moment to trace in front of him. "You often take advantage of innocent young females, old man? Stealing into their bedrooms?"
"Not one in an eternity. " Trehan viewed him as he might an annoying insect. "You feel misplaced anger toward me. Ive done nothing to you. Yet. "
"You sneaked into the room of my best friend and future wife, compromising her. "
"Future wife?" Control your anger, Trehan, lest it control you. "And how would your fated demon mate feel about your marriage to another?"
"Youre a prick, Daciano. No wonder Bettina hates you. "
Hates me? "So you know shes not yours. She indicated to me that you hadnt planned to enter-did you change your mind to avoid my sword for mere days?"
"I entered for her. And we wont know if shes mine until I bed her for the first time. "
The idea of them together enraged Trehan. His fangs went sharp as he imagined her saying those words to Caspion: You can do anything to me.
Calm! Control! "You and I both know you wont get out of this tournament alive, boy. I had to save your forsaken life in the first godsdamned round. I could have ended you then. "
"I had that under control!" His horns straightened with aggression. "And the only reason you helped me is because you want to kill me yourself. "
Trehan had helped solely for an advantage with Bettina. Considering last night, Id do it again. "Right now I very much wish to kill you myself. "
"If you do that, youll devastate Bettina. "
"Which is regrettable. Luckily, as you pointed out, shes young. Ill make sure she recovers. " Why am I baiting him?
"She loves me. She always will. She might be your Bride, but shell never be your wife. "
Trehan clutched his sword hilt, fury burning inside him. Control your anger. Control your instinct.
His rational mind knew Caspion had no fated claim on Bettina. After this conversation, Trehan also knew that the demon didnt feel love for her-at least, not romantic love.
But his heated instincts still demanded satisfaction, a swift death as punishment. Since encountering Bettina, Trehan had been inundated with a ferocity unlike any hed ever known.
Control . . . control. Inhale. Exhale.
The horn blared then. Ignoring Caspion, Trehan turned his attention to Gourlav, due to fight the young animus demon this round.
Gourlav eased his massive body to his feet. Had he been slow to move initially? Had his primordial joints creaked?
Or was he feigning weakness?
Instead of tracing, Gourlav stomped from the sanctum to the ring, his horns scraping the top of the twelve-foot-high entryway, gouging the rock. His horns were unmarked.
The animus demon followed with leaden feet. Sweat covered the males pallid face. When the iron gate closed behind them, he lost control of his bladder.
Trehan traced to the gate to watch the bout. Caspion made a frustrated sound and followed.
Just outside the ring, a cadre of Runes soldiers had gathered, readying to fight Child Terrors, should any arise from Gourlavs blood. They neednt have bothered.
As the match began, so would it end-abruptly.
With one blow, Gourlav sliced his opponent from balls to scalp. Another sword strike took both halves of his victims head.
Gourlav gave a monstrous roar to the sky then disappeared, likely returning to whatever hell dimension he ruled.
Trehan glanced at Caspion, finding the young males eyes narrowed, his expression determined. Trehan imagined them both sharing a singular thought: I will do anything to keep that creature from Bettina.
The vampires match was next.
Chapter 24
Once Runes guards had cleaned up the remains of Gourlavs opponent-whod been halved like ripe fruit-Daciano and the troll entered the ring.
The vampire was dressed all in black, again in tailored pieces of obvious expense. Bettina alone knew what he concealed beneath those garments.
His unique sword was at his side. His one cold weapon.
The troll was at least a dozen feet tall, wearing what looked like the largest-and rattiest-toga Bettina had ever seen. It thumped its spiked tail aggressively, but Daciano ignored his opponent, instead gazing up at her, alone at her table.
His lips were thinned with intent; she now knew how sensual they could be.
Bettina wasnt even surprised when that electric thrill coursed through her body. So she pointedly ignored him, hiding her face behind the rim of her oversize goblet.
As soon as the gate clanged shut, the troll raised his club in the vampires direction, spitting the words: "Im going to gut you and feed on your entrails! Ill take your head and suck on it like a sweet!"
The horn sounded. At once, the troll swung; Daciano feinted left and dodged the blow.
"And then Ill slurp from your gullet!"
Daciano moved right and struck so fast, she couldnt see the flash of his sword.
Blood began to seep around the trolls bristly neck like a crimson scarf. The creatures expression was one of shock as its body and its head crashed to the ground with all the grace of a demolished building.
The crowd went silent. She saw others around her blinking, as if they hadnt seen the fight correctly. Daciano had dispatched his opponent with one blow, and not a drop of blood on his immaculate clothing.
After a stunned moment, the Sorceri cheered.
Again, the vampire gave Bettina a formal bow, acknowledging the prize.
She scowled. She didnt like the effect he had on her, didnt like how out-of-control her body felt, while he appeared completely self-possessed.
He wiped his sword on the trolls toga, sheathed it, then traced to Bettina. When he took the seat beside her, Sorceri on the grandstand cheered again. It seemed to take him a moment to realize their fanfare was for him.
The muscles in his neck tensed, his unease noticeable.
The secret assassin whod been naught but death was quickly becoming a celebrity. How odd that must be for him. Over his shoulder, Bettina spied other Sorceri females gazing at him with blatant attraction.
Which irritated her. For no reason!
He took her hand, pressing a gentle kiss to the palm, making her gasp. At her ear, he murmured, "You worked off a boon over the day. Good girl. "