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puddles, centaurs frolicked through thick, dewy grass. Vampires, dragons, griffins, cyclops, gorgons, harpies  they were all
present.
These monstrosities were the gods first attempt at creating Man. But they had grown more powerful than intended. A few
of the gods had panicked and had cursed them to live under the sea. To Poseidon, they d been abominations, ugly, but not a threat.
Perhaps Poseidon and his immortal brothers and sisters should have destroyed the lot of them a millennium ago, but they d thought
to use the creatures for... what? Sex? Some of the women of Atlantis were pretty. Why had he not known that? For warring? The
warriors were strong.
He couldn t recall the right answer, though, and didn t really care anymore.
How to punish the nymphs, how to punish the nymphs... Waving his trident, he whisked himself to the palace where
Valerian, King of the Nymphs, now resided, maintaining invisibility. Within seconds he found himself in a room occupied by three
very human women. They were discussing the various positions in which they  d been taken, the various positions in which they
wanted to be taken, and how sad they were that Valerian now had a mate and paid them no attention.
Slowly Poseidon allowed his form to appear, though he took the appearance of a nymph warrior. Dark-haired, vivid blue
eyes. Muscled. Tanned. When the women spotted him, they smiled, jumped to their feet and rushed to him.
 Did you come to make love to us?
 You are the most beautiful man I ve ever seen! More beautiful than Valerian, even.
 Silence, he said, the sound booming. Now was not the time for pleasure. Later, though...  Sit down. He motioned to the
mound of pillows behind them.
They sat without question, without comment, eyeing him as if he were a delicious platter of chocolate. He settled beside them
and allowed them to drape themselves over his legs, stroking him like a prized pet. Hmm, nice. Very nice.
Nymphs needed sex to survive. That was probably why they d stolen the women. Still, their reasons didn t matter. The law
had been created, the law must be obeyed. For Atlanteans to enter the surface world was to destroy it, or so prophecy claimed.
 First you will tell me exactly how you came to be here, he said. He would hear the damning truth firsthand.  Then you will
tell me all you know about the nymphs.
One of the women kissed his thigh. Another kissed his shoulder. He closed his eyes, a blissful moan slipping from him.
Answers, smanswers.
He cleared his throat.  You may tell me later, he said, and began to kiss them back. Already his venture into Atlantis was
doing more for his boredom than a thousand tropical storms.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
 I AM DONE WAITING, Shaye.
Shaye jumped to her feet and backed away from Valerian as if he were poison. He still sat on the pillows, watching her, a
smile curling the edges of his mouth. He didn  t want to talk about his first time anymore he wanted to give her a first time.
Languidly, her mind added. Deliciously. Quickly. Roughly. Softly.
Panic? Yes. Anticipation? Absolutely. The gleam in his eyes... the husky richness of his voice...
 I need to rebandage your arm. Blood is, uh, seeping from it.
 After, he said, a heady entreaty. He stood inch by agonizing inch, unfolding his big, strong body. He never removed his
gaze from her. His pants were tight over his muscled legs, but even tighter over his large erection.
Her eyes widened as he stepped closer. She d wanted him many times since meeting him. Now, faced with the inevitability
of it, she was panicky. More so than usual.  Stay where you are, okay. I need time to think about this.
 Thinking about it has gotten us nowhere. Stalking forward, he waved a hand toward the wall.  You will notice that I
removed all the weapons.
Her wide gaze scanned the room. Sure enough, all the blades were missing.  Valerian, she said warningly.
 You simply fear what you do not know, Shaye. I realize that now.
 Stop! She squared her shoulders, refusing to retreat yet again.
 You are my woman, yet you issue orders and expect them to be obeyed. Perhaps I should train and treat you as a warrior,
then.
She forced out a laugh, but the sound was completely devoid of humor.  I m not your woman. Yet.  And I m not one of
your warriors. What, are you going to fight me?
 Oh, no. I m going to give you a command and you re going to obey. If you fail to heed the command, I will punish you.
Her nostrils flared.  Don t you dare threaten me.
 Threaten? No, I merely promise. His eyelids dipped to half-mast, giving him a slumberous, I-need-a-bed cast.
 Didn t we discuss this the very first day? I will not accept punishment, and I will not obey you.
 Yes, you will. And you will enjoy it, I assure you.
She stomped her foot because she knew, knew, she was about to lose this battle. And a part of her was glad.  If you think
I ll sit quietly while you spank me or something, you re wrong.
 What a naughty little mind you have, moon. I meant only to lash you with my tongue. If you prefer I spank you, I will do so.
You know how I love to please you.
Evil, evil man. She shivered.  Is that how you punish your warriors? By licking them?
 You saw how I punish my warriors. As I refuse to hurt you, special consideration must be taken. Another step.
Her stomach twisted. She wanted to run to him, to take what he offered. True. But too much did she dread what would
happen afterward. Would he dismiss her? Would he turn his attentions to another? Would she crave more of him? Fall in love, lose
herself? Make a fool of herself for him? Would he ultimately hurt her, as everyone else in her life had?
 I need time, Valerian.
The words dripped between them along with all of her fear, all of her desires. He paused, looking tortured. Then he gave a [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]