I stare at the apparition in the mirror. It's not a monster really, it's me in my Warrior form. My eyes are the same, but nothing else is identifiable. My snout is the most unattractive thing I've ever seen. I smile into the mirror and almost back away when my teeth gleam with saliva. Lifting my arms, I place my fingers over my breasts. They're no longer hanging, they're part of chest bone, hard, almost like they're metal-plated. The short hairs covering my face and chest could be slightly more revolting, I guess. I take a few steps back to examine the entire picture.I'm Marinah the Warrior, and for the first time in my life, this body feels... perfect."Okay, Ms. Beast," I say reluctantly. "It's time for you to go back inside and stay there until you're needed again."Nothing. The ugly beast continues to stare back."This is serious business. I like you, but I don't have proper clothes for you. I'll get that taken care of and then you can come out and play again," I promise in a
I take three thick black volumes of Shadow Warrior history back to my bedroom. The leather is old and supple, the smell that of antique books, which stirs warm fuzzies in my belly.King gave me a short tour of his home after we left the underground section and also showed me my room. He hasn't kissed me since we arrived and he's given me a separate room. I'm trying not to feel disappointed, but it's a lie. I want to be in King's bed no matter how wrong it is. Technically he's still an enemy of the Federation. And technically, I don't care. He obviously needs time to decide if we should sleep together and I wouldn't appreciate being rushed, so there's no way I'll rush him. I also won't beg.I pick up one of the worn volumes and open it.In the beginning, there were two.In the beginning, one male, one female.In the beginning, no war, no famine.In the beginning, love.Within a short time, I'm enthralled. It's like reading a science fiction novel even though I know these events h
What the heck did Boot teach her? Half a second later I find out. She rolls on top of me and wraps her legs around my waist. This should be good. She raises her hands and leans in. She can't hurt me in this position, but I want to see what she tries.Slamming her palms against my ears is not what I expected and the pain momentarily stuns me. She gains her feet while I'm trying not to die and beckons again with that same little wave I gave her. "Need more, baby?" I ignore the silence around us knowing she's showing me up. If I could claim her right here and now, I would. The men might not know she's Warrior, but word has spread that she's my mate. None will interfere.I gain my feet. "Bring it," I challenge.She strikes with her left hand and swings her right foot in a side kick. I don't back off, I move in closer so the strike is ineffective. She continues her forward momentum and punches with her left fist. I turn my head at the last minute, avoiding the blow. Grabbing her arm, I j
King's blow knocks me against the wall, rattling my brain. I land on my feet and spring back using my frustration to power the left hook I throw at his head. I don't connect, but it was a setup for the right uppercut that hits his jaw.We're both bloody. And the sexual frustration I'm dealing with takes me past the point of caring about a little blood. Each morning, noon, and night, King kisses me like I'm the air he breathes and then the jerk walks away seemingly satisfied. I've done everything except flat out ask him to have sex with me. And this has been our game for six frustrating weeks. Living together and not giving into the things we want has been a lesson in patience. Even bloody, I'd take him right here, right now.Mate."Yes, mate," I tell Ms. Beast. The beast inside me isn't a separate entity. She just acts like one and King was right-it's far easier to keep her in line when I think of her as a different person inside me. Ms. Beast talks, complains, and causes pain when
The tell-tale signs of King's beast darken his eyes. "I touch you every day," he says stubbornly.I must make him understand. "You kiss me, you hold my hand, you beat the shit out of me. I'm talking about sex. Are male Warriors deformed or something?"His lips quirk with humor. I saw him naked once and I know there is absolutely nothing wrong downstairs. "I was waiting for you to beg," he tosses out to irritate me.A few seconds pass before I realize he's joking. I'm done with jokes, evasion, and living a celibate life. "King. Make love to me." It's a demand that I could never have made before I discovered my power as a Warrior. I can't take having him around me another minute without a deeper connection. And I mean that to include ever bad pun imaginable. He takes a few seconds to contemplate my words before answering. "Now?" he asks calmly. "Or would you prefer to be wined and dined first?"I may need to kill him. "Now," I grind out to the most stubborn, sexy man on the planet.
Marinah is in my arms, in my bed, and asleep with one leg thrown over mine and a pillow covering her head. The small fingers of her right hand lay possessively on my chest and it's been like this for hours. When I move, she uses me like a pillow and realigns herself for maximum comfort.It's late, sometime around three in the morning."Marinah," I whisper. Her answering grumble makes me smile. "I want to go hunting."Her lax body instantly goes rigid. "For hellhounds?" she asks huskily from beneath the pillow.I pull it away and her mass of hair is covering half her face. Pushing the strands back, I kiss her nose. "For hellhounds."She flies out of bed and shifts seamlessly before I remind her she should put her pants on first to avoid ripping her legs up with her claws that she's still a little clumsy with."Damn claws," she growls and I laugh before getting out of bed and helping her dress.I'm wise enough to get my pants and gear on and help her with hers before I shift. She'
He proved it three times-once before the shower and twice afterward. We slept until almost noon and only Beck's pounding on the door got us out of bed.The thing about Beck is I'm not even sure if he likes me. Oh, he gives me a cursory hello each day. He isn't rude, he just doesn't speak to me and I ignore him the same way. The situation just feels awkward whenever he's here. King leads Beck to the table in the next room and I prepare a meal.Famished isn't quite the word I'm looking for when my stomach growls and lets me know I've been too long without food. Hungry, ravenous, and starving don't do the trick either. My large intestine is eating my small intestine and there should be a word for that. Food on the island is one of my favorite things about my new home. Needing meat like a second leg and never gaining weight helps too."Marinah," King says from behind me as I lift a large pan to the stovetop. I glance his way. "Would you sit with me and Beck so he can explain a few thing
We return to the citadel the next morning, much earlier than I wanted to. The only bright moment is the sound of small feet running through the cavernous hallways before Che barrels into me. I give him a huge hug after twirling around.He giggles and smiles proudly. "My brother should be born soon. Axel says within three days." He holds up three small fingers and my grin widens.I wipe tears from my eyes and squat down to his level. His cheeks are rosy red, his eyes sparkling as he looks at me. My heart tightens. "You will make the best brother." I slide my fingers over a slight hair-lick at the top of his head."Che?" his mother calls from the hallway he just ran from."Mom, it's Marinah. She came to play."Maylin, with her stomach looking large and uncomfortable, enters the foyer. I smile, but her eyes are on King. She runs like a waddling duck and launches herself at him, tears immediately falling.I might have felt sorry for her. I might have taken a few moments to understand