Immortals After Dark 07 - Kiss of a Demon King

unusual-with light amber irises surrounded by a ring as dark as coffee. He couldn't seem to look away from them. "You've brought me back to Tornin, so I assume you're working with Omort."
    "That's correct." Her voice was a purr.
    I'm in my own dungeon, a prisoner of my worst enemy. Between gritted teeth he said, "And when will I1 get to
    face him?"
    "You will not. You need not. All you need is me."
    "Explain to me exactly what you plan," he demanded, cursing his reaction to her. He'd never responded so strongly to any woman before her. He'd been kissing her, lost in pleasure, actually thinking, She might be my queen.
    Rydstrom had worried what such a beauty would think about his scar, about how much larger he was than she. For her, he'd tried to gentle his touch and kiss. All the while she'd been luring him into a trap.
    "I plan," she began matter-of-factly, "to become pregnant with your heir."
    His lips parted. Her very words made his shaft shoot hard as steel as every primal demon instinct inside him seemed to stir to life. This female with her plump breasts and sweet lips desired his seed, wanted to mate
    with him.
    She's spellbinding me. She must be.
    He'd studied Omort's family, had read about hundreds of his half siblings. Omort had murdered most of them after stealing their powers. But a few he kept close.
    What have I read about this sorceress7. She was aptly called the Queen of Illusions. Rydstrom had just fallen prey to one of remarkable detail. Though she looked to be in her early twenties, she would have to be centuries old.
    She was reputed to be even more diabolical than Omort.
    Grappling for patience, he grated, "Sabine, let's discuss this like rational beings." Rational was the last thing he felt. "What do you hope to gain ?"
    "With me in control of your heir, the last of the rage demon rebellions will be quelled."
    The idea that the rebels amounted to even a thorn in Omort's side was heartening. Rydstrom had thought that the sorcerer's sadistic regime had broken any true momentum. "There are two flaws to your plan."
    "Enlighten me, demon."
    "First, my body won't . . . give up seed." A rage demon could take release in sex, but could never spill his seed until he'd claimed his female, and the seal was finally broken. "Not for any but my fated one-"
    "I am yours." Her eyes held his, and he realized that she, at least, believed what she'd said.
    Omort had ora-cles, basically his own Nix at his beck and call.
    Sabine could know more than I do. . . .
    Rydstrom shook his head hard, even as his mouth went dry. In fifteen hundred years, he'd never felt so attracted to another female. What if she were his? To find his queen after waiting so long? To find her as Omort's sister? "No, fate isn't that cruel."
    She quirked a brow at that. "Fate is indifferent."
    "What are the odds that my woman is related to my worst enemy?"
    "Omort's sire lived for millennia and begot hundreds of daughters." She sidled around him.
    "Five centuries ago, a soothsayer told Omort that his own half sister, the Queen of Illusions, would be your fated mate, and that she would bear your heir in a time of war. After the foretelling, Omort searched for me specifically because of what I am to you. And then I merely waited here at Tornin for the right time."

    "Why now? Why do this now?"
    She tilted her head. "I was going to seduce you slowly. But we learned of a plot between you and Groot. I had to prevent you from joining forces with your brother, Cadeon the Kingmaker."
    Did Sabine know the specifics of their plans? Tonight, Rydstrom had told his brother that should Omort learn of his quest to get the sword, he would stop at nothing to thwart them.
    Rydstrom hadn't known his enemy had a sorceress like this aiding him.
    "What do you know about a plot?"
    "More than you think," she replied. "I always know more than men think."
    Did she know that there was at last a weapon to kill Omort? That Rydstrom had been intent on speeding to meet Cadeon so they could go barter with the psychotic Groot for the weapon?
    She must.
    Cadeon would be at their meeting place right now, wondering where in the hell his older brother was. The brother who was never late, who never missed a meeting.
    "Even if you are fated to be mine, Sabine, I'll never
    have you."
    "Oh, you'll have me." Her lips curled in a knowing, sexual grin that made his heart pound.
    "Again and again until this deed is done."
    Again and again. Taking her soft body, learning that perfect pale