The Warlord by Gena Showalter (free ebook reader for pc .txt) 📕

reached for her, she punted him in the throat. He stumbled a single step, and she jolted upright, punching him in the same spot she’d last kicked him. Her knuckles cracked with the first blow and shattered with the second, his trachea like steel. She didn’t care; she swung again.

He flashed before the next blow landed, disappearing. Heat behind her! Taliyah rolled back and punted her legs. Contact! He grunted, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

“You’ve had your fun. Now I’ll have mine.” He dived for her.

Just before he landed, she rotated. He crashed on the mattress, but launched up with purpose.

She rolled and kicked. He latched on to her ankle and tugged. They grappled on the bed, the floor, knocking into furniture and shattering knickknacks. She fought dirty, her entire body engaged in the battle. Wings fluttering, fists like hammers. If an opportunity presented itself, she took it, poking at his eyes, crushing his throat and bruising his balls.

The only skill she didn’t utilize: misting. Maybe he’d consider it an illusion, maybe he wouldn’t. The reward didn’t outweigh the risks. Misting required energy, and Taliyah had yet to feed. She was already tiring, weakness invading her limbs.

Gah! How much more could she dish?

To her astonishment, he didn’t throw a single punch. He merely defended himself.

She panted and wheezed as she shouted the many ways she hoped to kill him. All the while, he used his superior strength to herd her back to the bed. The beginning of the end for her, and they both knew it.

In minutes, he managed to pin her to the mattress. With her wings smashed, her strength dwindled faster.

“Concede, harpy. I’ve won.” He hovered over her, damp with sweat. A vein bulged in the center of his forehead.

Some of her animosity drained. His tension... She might have lost this battle, but she’d won something else. “Why don’t you look victorious, warlord? Because you want me more than ever?” A massive erection had popped the button of his leathers, rising from the waistband, the head slick with arousal.

Silent, he held her down and slid the belt up her legs nice and slow. He couldn’t mask his tremors as he anchored the belt in place, his fingers lingering on her skin.

The big, bad Astra trembles for me?

Ignore your wonder. “You like tit for tat, yes? Guess I’ll have to make you insane with unrequited desire before I kill you.”

He didn’t back down. A single twist of his wrist bolted the belt in place.

The ominous click and the cold bite of metal should have infuriated her. Lying there with a two-hundred-plus-pound enforcer between her legs, she felt...vulnerable. And she liked it.

Something was seriously wrong with her. A General should never enjoy a foe’s victory.

“Do you see now, harpy?” Satisfaction oozed from him. “You can’t beat me.”

Determined to lord something over him, Taliyah snapped, “All I see is a man without a concubine who just lost fingering privileges with his wife.”

9

A mess of conflicting emotions, Roc flashed to the master suite next door. He needed to escape Taliyah’s addictive chill...titillating scent...defiant gaze...wanton mouth...the excitement and thrill she roused with her very presence.

As he’d peered down at her in the belt, he’d felt invincible. A heady sensation. He’d only craved more.

Fighting with her was exhilarating. She possessed incredible skill, speed and a cruel streak. His balls ached from repeated contact with her knee. Yet undeniable pleasure had consumed him every time he’d touched her. Her lush femininity had beguiled him.

When he’d pinned her, ribbons of silver-white hair had spilled over the pillows. Beneath the dress, her nipples had puckered, the ridge of the piercing daring him to pinch and suck hard. As his body had burned a flush into her skin, his resistance had crumbled.

The temptress made him crave more, more, more.

He’d yearned to kiss her a second time. Had longed to thrust his fingers deep and bring her to a swift climax. Just one. Her last. As her husband, he owned that climax.

Possessive again? He cursed. Already she worked her wiles on him. The true danger of a snakeshifter. They schemed and maneuvered and lured. You never realized you’d crossed your own boundaries until it was too late.

Had Solar felt torn apart like this?

Roc stomped to the closet—non-dramatically—to armor up. No more thoughts of Taliyah. Tonight, he guarded the wall. Phantoms usually showed up the day after his wedding.

As he selected the night’s arsenal, he blasted a command to all of his men.

—Report.—

Halo spoke first, his right as second-in-command. —I have returned to the wall. No sign of phantoms.—He paused. —This bride is...feisty. Is that the word for lightning in a body?—

Roux’s rumbly voice filled his head next. —The harpies revolted when they heard your battle with your bride. I reminded them you won’t be murdering her for thirty days, but my reassurances failed to calm them. I’m assuming mass execution remains off the table?—

Silver told him, —I have the armies split into groups, dispersed throughout the realm and in formation, ready for anything.—

Excellent.

—I’ve resumed palace fortifications,—Ian said. —Oh, and I should probably inform you the soldiers are gossiping like old ladies. Word about your humiliating interaction with the harpy has spread. Thanks to me. Jokes are being crafted. You’re going to love to hate them.—

Roc flicked his tongue over an incisor as he reached for a three-blade. —Laugh it up. I look forward to the day I return the favor.—

As he exited the closet, he glanced at the door dividing his and Taliyah’s bedrooms. Was she inside, attempting to remove the belt?

Still hard, he cursed. He cursed again as he marched to the exit. Before he clasped the knob, searing heat blistered his nape. The exact spot Chaos had branded a symbol into his flesh.

An official summons.

Roc didn’t resist as an unseen hand reached out to yank him through different realms. He might be a Commander used to complete control, but he served Chaos by choice.

Around him, scenery blurred, walls replaced by trees...water...buildings. Faster and