Dreams of a Dark Warrior

her.
In time, he
could
fix this between them.
    “You’re delicious.” Between licks, he groaned,
“Hot … wet … heaven.”
    At his words, she gave a strangled cry, and her legs fell open in total surrender.
In invitation.
He traced her glistening core with the pad of one finger.
    “Inside,” she moaned. When he eagerly slipped it into her tight sheath, her head thrashed. “Don’t stop
that,
just don’t stop. …”
    “You need these fillin’ you, don’t you, lass?” With a hungry flick of his tongue, he wedged another finger inside. “I’ll get them nice and deep.”
    “Chase, I’m close!”
    “Regin, come for me!” He bore down on her with his mouth, his fingers thrusting in time.
“That’s it, baby.”
    Her back bowed. A bolt of her lightning struck so close he felt the heat of it. “Chase!” she screamed as she began to orgasm.
    When she clamped his head to draw him closer, he almost spilled on the ground. As he licked in bliss, his spine tingled, his heavy ballocks tightening. He commanded himself not to come as he wrung every shiver from her, every last cry.
    He broke away only when she pushed against his forehead. When he rasped his stubbled cheeks against her thighs, she trembled anew.
    For long moments, she stared up at the sky. Then she propped herself up on her elbows, meeting his gaze, her expression utterly inscrutable.
    “Regin? Say something. I do no’ like it when you’re quiet.”
    Chase had pulled a fast one on her.
Zing!
This had all been a carefully crafted and executed plan.
Get the volatile Valkyrie so pissed, she loses control.
    And according to plan, she was now naked, on a bed of grass, with Declan Chase between her thighs.
    The playah got played
. She’d been … predictable. Everything had burned out of control.
    And was threatening to again. When his gaze dropped from her face back between her legs and hetightened his arms around her thighs, she said, “Don’t even think about it.”
    With a darkening expression, he rose up on his knees, looking as if she’d just taken away his new favorite toy. His body was taut as a bowstring, his muscles rippling, his shaft jutting with need.
    “What the hell, Chase? What was this?” He’d used her own personality against her, and she’d fallen right into his trap. She should throw
him
a curveball. She should tease him, get him within a heartbeat of coming, then strut off, leaving him with a view of her sweet ass.
    I’m going to femme fatale him!
Like her sisters would. Oh, yeah, the playah’s back in the house—
    “Should be obvious what this was, no? If you’re still confused, I can draw you a diagram.”
    Her eyes went wide, her hand fisting in the mud beside her bed of grass.
    “Hint: slot B is delicious—”
    Splat.
Without thought, she’d thrown mud all over his face.
So much for femme fatale.
    He sputtered in disbelief, then roared,
“What the ever-livin’ feck—”
    Splat, splat.
Muck covered his torso. And gods help her, his reaction almost had her cackling.
    “That’s how you want to play?” He snagged her ankle, dragging her closer to smear a handful of mud across her thighs. Though she scrambled to get away, he coated her belly with a generous swipe, then tossed a glob over her breasts.
    “Dick!” She beaned one of his legs with another salvo, bringing the heat.
    He released her to scoop up mounds of ammunition in both hands. In an ominous tone, he said, “Regin, there’re two ways we can do this—”
    Splat.
Tagged his other thigh. Which left only one place that she hadn’t hit. A big target.
    He followed her gaze down. “Do no’ even think of it. You do it, and you’ll be cleanin’ me up.”
    Splat.

FORTY-FIVE

    D eclan gazed down at his mud-coated groin. “Little witch.” He dropped his handfuls, then lunged for her, scooping her against his chest to head for the stream.
    He swung her up and tossed her in, following right behind her. She gasped, swiping hair out of her eyes as he dunked under and scrubbed the mud off his face.
    “I warned you.” He snagged her wrist and brought her palm to his chest, wiping away the streaks. “You made this mess, you clean it up.”
    She narrowed her eyes, no doubt to curse him, but his other hand on her breast silenced her. “I’ll be doin’ the same.” He brushed his thumb over her nipple, and her lids went heavy. When he released her wrist and cupped both breasts, she sucked in a breath.
    A heartbeat passed, and another … “Damn