Immortals After Dark 09 - Pleasure of a Dark Prince

She had to be a Valkyrie, one among a species of women both notoriously beautiful… and notoriously fierce.
    Her features were stunning—high, bold cheekbones, plump lips, and a slim, pixie nose—but her coloring made her beyond compare. Her skin was golden and smooth, her eyes the color of Scots whiskey.
    She was of middling height and curvy, wearing a wet white T-shirt that hugged
generous
breasts. Khaki shorts fitted tightly over her pert arse and displayed shapely legs. Her hair was long—a dark mane, heavy with rain.
    On her right hand, she wore a leather shooting glove. A long leather forearm guard stretched from her left wrist to her elbow.
Who knew archery gear could be so sexy?
    His female would wear her leathers when he took her curvy wee body tonight. At the thought, his shaft hardened in his damp jeans, and he almost growled.
    Instead, he silently followed her, watching as she closed in on the prey he’d already scented in the burrows beneath them.
    If she was in fact a Valkyrie, she’d possess superhuman senses like his own—keen hearing and the ability to see in the dark or over long distances. Yet her sense of smell wouldn’t be nearly as developed as his own. She’d need to track the creature by sight and sound—and she was doing so expertly.
    But all the while she would freeze, jerking her head back in his direction, her pointed ears twitching.
    Without warning, she leapt up into a waterlogged oak, crouching there as she resumed her shooting stance, nocking another arrow. From a distance, her short bow was unassuming, a recurve bow with the ends arching away from her and a thickened grip in the middle. Typical, if old fashioned. But as he neared he could see there were etched gold markings in the polished black wood.
    Her weapon was as fine and proud as its owner obviously was….
    She went motionless, aiming directly for the spot where he’d scented her prey. Did she plan to hit it through the earth?
    Aye, because in a reaper’s voice, she whispered,
“Underground won’t save you.”

THREE

    I
can hear its breath, muffled now.
Lucia knew the ko-bold had gone underground, scurrying for its life. She’d trailed it here, easily reading the signs that all prey left behind.
    From this angle in the tree, she could shoot into the ground, piercing her arrow straight into the tunnel beneath. Her
special
arrow—it’d go in sleek and aerodynamic until contact, then it would release three razor-sharp barbs.
    Soon she’d report two confirmed kills back to Nucking Futs Nïx. Just as Lucia always did. And then what?
Then I’ll repeat days like this, over and over, until the Accession.
    When the nightmares came.
    For now, kill the kobold, go home.
    Yet for some reason, instead of focusing on her target, she recalled broad shoulders and lean cheeks, remembering how the Lykae had looked at her just before he’d been tackled. He’d stared, heaving breaths with that barrel chest, sweat trickling down his muscled torso. Until he’d gotten flattened by some of the biggest demons she’d ever seen.
    His interest had disconcerted her. In fact, all eyeshad been on her—something that didn’t often happen since Lucia usually had the brazen, showstopping Regin the Radiant to distract notice from her.
    But if anyone, including that male—who surely hadn’t been reaching for
her
with that grubby paw—had gotten curious and actually followed her, she’d taken care to cover her tracks.
    Lucia shook her head hard, refocusing, inhaling a breath. Once she exhaled, she held herself motionless, sighting down the arrow’s length. The ancient inscriptions on her bow seemed to glow….
    She released the string. With a
thunk
, the arrow punctured the ground, boring deep, all the way to the kobold burrowed below. A muffled shriek sounded.
    Target hit.
Even underground, she’d nailed it. Not surprising—she hadn’t missed a shot in centuries. Skathi’s essence literally worked like a charm.
    Lucia swung her bow back across her body, then leapt down to finish off her immortal prey with a swift beheading.
It’s hard being this good
, she thought as she sauntered to the spot of contact.
It’s harder to act modest.
She sighed.
My cross to bear.
    Three tenets comprised the Skathian code: honesty, chastity, and humility. She managed honesty— mostly—and chastity totally. But she couldn’t grasp the reasoning behind humility.
    When she neared, the creature scurried in the tunnel beneath her feet, making the