Immortals After Dark 07 - Kiss of a Demon King

his hand to refasten his pants, then set her on her feet.
    As she blinked up at him in bewilderment, he ripped the bottom of his tunic to wipe his seed from her.
    "What are you doing?"
    "I'm finished." Don't push me . . . don't enrage me, "You've three nights you owe me. Three nights where you'll know what I went through. Then we'll have parity between us."

    When he swiped her skin, she bucked against him. "I'll kill you for this!"
    In the moonlight, he could see her ass was bright red. How hard did I slap her?
    "Very hard, you oaf!" she answered.
    ""Stay out of my goddamned head, Sabine!" He tossed the cloth away, then yanked up her scrap of underwear with so much force she rocked up on her toes.
    "Or what? You'll spank me? Do you often strike women?"
    "Never." Not once in fifteen centuries.
    "Ah, that's right, you're King Rydstrom the Good. You don't seem so good now."
    "You wouldn't recognize a good thing if it was spanking your ass." He wrenched down her skirt so hard, the material ripped.
    "Am I turning you bad, demon? Shattering that upstanding facade?"
    "That could've been much worse." He took her arm, propelling her forward as they journeyed on. "It didn't have to be like this. You started us on this path. Do you remember the time I asked you to release me? Do you recall my pain as I lay in that fucking bed, with my chest ripped open wide and my spine severed? Day after day, I was trapped in that goddamned dungeon- because of you!"
    As if she'd heard none of that, she squinted up at his horns. "Hey, are you going to be like this for long?"
    He released her, confounded by this female. Gods, she's got me twisted inside. He resumed walking, not turning back as he spoke into the night, "You'll follow me now. If you don't, you'll be eaten alive out here."
    "Where are you taking me?" she asked, trailing after him. "What are you going to do to me?
    Besides taking out your fetish on me?"
    He stopped and rounded on her, making her crane her head up at him. "Woman, why would you possibly push me?" His eyes narrowed. "You're taunting me because you like it when I lose control."
    She gazed away for a split second, then said, "Not likely. How else should I act with someone who's taken me prisoner? Pleasant?"
    "If you had any sense, you'd avoid provoking me." Done with this exchange, he turned to resume their trek. The harsh sun would soon be rising, and the terrain was only going to become more grueling....
    With each mile, she badgered him about where they were going and how long they'd be gone.
    She'd complained about the heat of the sun, the furious pace, and his rationing of their dwindling water
    supply.
    Other than to feed her sips from the canteen, Ryd-strom ignored her, his thoughts in turmoil.
    Part of him felt triumphant. He was free, and had Sabine as his captive. He'd already begun his revenge and had been greatly rewarded, coming so hard his legs had been weak afterward.
    Another part of him felt guilt for his treatment of her. Anytime that guilt arose, he would remind himself of all she'd done to him. The humiliation of those men bathing him... . The memory of that alone had him turning to her with his lips drawn back from his fangs.
    Because of her behavior, he would feel free to do with her whatever he wanted.
    But how long could he go without claiming her? If he hadn't done it already, he didn't want to impregnate her. Yes, he wanted his son, but not yet, not when there was so much danger. Not when he knew Sabine would run back to Omort at the earliest opportunity.
    When they trudged up a steep incline, she tripped and fell forward onto her front. Spitting out sand, she snapped, "I've put up with this long enough! You've got to free me, else I can't keep up.
    At least free one of my hands. I need both to work illusions. Rydstrom, I can't keep going like this."
    He clutched the front of her metal top and yanked her up with it.
    "Omort will come for me! You'll never get away with this."
    "Another word, and I'll gag you."
    Against his warning, she said, "And Lothaire will be burned to ash ..." She trailed off when he tore another length of cloth from the bottom of his shirt. "Rydstrom! I'll be quiet-"
    He wrapped the cloth around her head, tying it tight like a bit to gag her. "I know. . .."
    For another hour, he left her like that, gagged as they covered more ground. He could feel her glare on his back, but he didn't want to hear any more of her complaints or demands.
    He finally glanced back at her. She'd