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Shape-shifting Lemurian warrior Saar comes face-to-face with his enemy—the female who haunts his dreams. He shouldn’t long to kiss her delectable lips, but he does. When he rescues her from certain death, his desire for her forces him to make a choice…loyalty to his king or his heart.
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“Fight, damn you!” Kaelyn hurled the words at him.
“Tell me your name.”
She swung at him again and missed. Not possible. She was an excellent warrior, one of the best in her Tribe.
Maybe he was just that good. I hope so.
Her breath caught in her throat at her errant thought. He was the enemy. He needed to die.
She whipped her mace over her head. He held her fixated, his blue eyes swirling with bits of amber. So beautiful…
He thrust his sword, catching the chain in her mace.
Her weapon flew from her grasp.
Faster than she would’ve thought possible, he yanked her arm behind her and pinned her to him back to front. The tip of his blade lay against her throat, his arm resting between her breasts.
“Tell me your name.” His breath cascaded over her throat, warm and demanding.
She squirmed in his embrace, but all she did was rub against the hard planes of his chest and abdomen. The bare skin on her arms prickled from the friction.
He tugged her closer against him. His scent of pepper and lime infiltrated her senses, sending a heady rush of desire through her. She quivered in his arms.
“I’m not going to harm you.” His voice was low, controlled.
That he thought she shivered from fear sent a new round of anger into her bloodstream. She renewed her efforts to free herself. Elongating her claws, she tried to scratch him, but he had her pinned, and her claws scraped the thin air between them. Any closer and she’d snag his balls.
Her mind wandered to places it shouldn’t go, like what it would feel like to cup him in her palms.
She cried out in frustration.
“This is the third and last time I’m going to ask you this. Don’t make me ask again. What is your name?” Despite his threat, his tight grip was warm and comforting. He could kill her in a heartbeat, yet, he hadn’t.
The question burned in her mind. “My name is Kaelyn. Why haven’t you killed me?”
“Kaelyn, Kaelyn.” Her name rolled off his tongue, deep and sensual.
She wanted to hear him say it again. Irritation beat in her chest, fluttering like a trapped bird. “Let me go.”
He removed the tip of the blade from her throat and spun her to face him. “Craya. What do you—”
She slapped her open palm against his cheek. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the space between them.
He narrowed his gaze. His cheek reddened, and her attention drew to his scar. “Take a good long look.” The set of his jaw was dark, predatory.
She refused to look away. Instead, she raised her chin. “I’m not afraid of you.”
Amber flecks swirled in his eyes intermixing with the blue. “You should be.”