Immortals After Dark 01 - The Warlord Wants Forever

nightgowns that made his blood pound. She had a drawer for nothing but garters. It would take him months to bite all of these off her body.

    He frowned. Women wore clothes like this for a lover. How many did she currently have? When he imagined them relishing her beauty, the gold chain slapping against her body as she writhed on them, he crumpled the iron post end of her bed.

    Now she smirked at him, reading him so clearly. “Nikolai, if you can’t control your jealousy, we’re heading straight for divorce.” She tapped her finger on her chin and added, “Make a note now that I’ll expect the house, the kids and the hellhound. Actually, you can keep the schwag house.”

    He scowled before turning away, examining her belongings for more insight. Her film collection was copious. He was unfamiliar with them, as he was with most things that had to do with leisure time. “Which of these do you prefer?”

    She clearly hated having to answer his questions and struggled against it each time. “I like romance and horror.”

    “A bit disparate.”

    She eyed him. “Funny, I used to think so.”

    He ignored that and tossed a few DVDs in the bag.

    She put the inside of her forearm behind dozens of bottles of fingernail polish, pushing them over her dresser into the bag. The look she gave him dared him to say something. Nail polish was out of his realm of understanding, and he merely shrugged at her.

    He crossed to her bathroom, searching the cabinets and drawers. “There are no medicines. No things…females need.”

    “I don’t get ill and I don’t have those types of functions. Just like you, vampire.”

    “None at all?” He wondered if she could get pregnant. Perhaps he didn’t have to be as careful with that as he’d planned.

    “None. Why, you can force me to have sex with you nonstop all month!”

    “Why would I force you when I can barely keep your hands—and mouth—off me now?”

    “Wroth, darling,” she purred, smiling so sweetly. “I can’t wait for the next time I get to put my mouth on you.” In an instant the smile faded and she snapped her teeth and yanked her head back as if she was chewing something free.

    He didn’t even have time to cringe because she wriggled from his shirt then. At the sight of her naked body, his cock shot hard as steel. She sensually dragged her underwear up her legs and then bent over in only the thong to step into a skirt. Just as he was fighting the overwhelming urge to take her hips and feed himself into her, shrieks erupted from downstairs.

    On edge in this place, he moved to peer over the landing outside her room and found ten or more Valkyrie downstairs. Some were lounging in front of a TV, bowls of popcorn in front of them—that they didn’t eat. One was up and sparring with what looked like a ghost or a phantom. When the pair crossed in front of the television, the others screeched and threw popcorn at them.

    A small Valkyrie stalked in the door. She was covered in blood.

    “Cara!” they shouted in greeting, completely unsurprised by her appearance.

    “What’d you get into tonight?” one asked from her perch on the mantle.

    Cara pulled her sword sheath from her back. “My human unknowingly went into a demon bar. A demoness thought to make her lover jealous using my charge.” She shook her head. “It was everything I could do to keep the demon from ripping Michael’s throat out with his teeth.”

    “How’d you do it?”

    Without blinking an eye, she said, “I ripped the demon’s throat out with my teeth.”

    When they all laughed, Wroth raised an eyebrow, vowing that Myst would never see these malicious creatures again. Never. Without their influence, she would be kinder, gentler.

    She sure as hell couldn’t get worse.

    “Have Myst or Daniela returned?” Cara asked.

    “No. I’d expect this from Myst—”

    Because she often ran off with men?

    “—but certainly not from Daniela. She never returned from the Quarter.”

    “Well, the hits keep coming—I just saw Ivo the Cruel in the Quarter.”

    When they laughed again, she said, “You should know by now that I do not jest about vampires unless they’re dead.”

    They sobered and one asked, “Has he returned for Myst? Somebody needs to warn her.”

    Wroth quickly turned back to her room—but Myst was gone.

    He traced to the opened window, then to the end of the field below when he caught sight of her sprinting away. He yelled for her to stop and