you will touch her.” Dane’s hushed voice defied either man to take ownership of her.
A strange relief passed over Ketera. Dane did care. He would get her out of this jam. At the same time, part of her chafed at the idea she hadn’t thought of a way to escape this mess herself.
Rayder turned to Dane, his casualness cut in half by that red eye glow. “Fight me for her.”
Oh my Magon.
Dane glared at Rayder, body tight, muscle tension obvious. To Ketera’s amazed eyes, they took their attention off Bantu.
“Are you insane?” Dane asked his so-called friend.
Low laughter echoed from Rayder’s throat. “Some say so.”
“Bloody well get on with it,” Bantu said.
With a swiftness that made her mind spin, Dane and Rayder broke into battle. Swords clashed, the harsh clang ringing in her ears. Bantu’s laughter echoed. She flinched, squirming as she twisted in her bonds. The knife at her throat scratched her, and she cried out at the slight pain. Bantu drew the knife back from her neck, intent on the battle. The rope around her left ankle loosened. Yes! Perhaps if she just worked at it harder…
The Daryk Ones twisted, moved with a speed she’d noted while watching Dane kill the dragon back at Grimnald Castle. She’d never seen a man move so quickly on Magonia and wondered what magic worked upon these warriors.
Sweat beaded on their foreheads, muscles bulging as they shifted on their feet. Fear rose so high in her she thought she might strangle. She glanced at Bantu. He wasn’t paying the least attention to her, an eager smile on his face. An erection pressed against his trousers. Her stomach roiled.
Anger made her wrench at her ties and suddenly her feet were free. Bantu jumped and pinned her to the bed. She screamed, the sound more a yell of defiance than fear. She kicked out, caught him straight in the balls with her foot. Bantu screamed, fell off the bed and writhed. Satisfaction blended with her fear.
“Take that you…you—!” She didn’t know any really excellent curses, so she added one she’d used before. “Bastard!”
Dane and Rayder’s blades came together. A grunt came from the both of them as they surged toward the bed. Her eyes widened. Both men turned toward Bantu. Dane sprang forward, his motion a blur. A second later Bantu yelled as the sword found its mark into his chest. A growl issued from Dane’s throat.
“Bastard of a dillianas!” Dane stood over Bantu with a look so hateful that Ketera almost cringed.
“Dillianas?” Her voice rasped in her own ears.
“Never mind.” Dane turned toward her, the red in his eyes increasing. “It’s a creature we eat on Dragonia.”
She glanced at both Daryk Ones and realized something that startled her to the core. They had erections. Their cocks pushed hard and full against their breeches. Her mouth opened as she stared at Rayder’s long length. Startled, she had no words.
Rayder chuckled. “Charger, I take it you haven’t explained to Ketera what happens to Daryk Ones after a fight or battle?”
Dane glanced at Rayder. “She’s heard of battle lust.”
Rayder grunted. “Perhaps she doesn’t understand what it means exactly.”
Dane sent a glare toward the slave trader. “Shut up.”
Rayder only laughed. “A fine shot, my lady.” Rayder smiled at her, and the charm in that grin completely took her off guard. “I think even if Dane hadn’t insisted on rescuing you, you would have killed him yourself.”
“Never,” she said with defiance, trying not to glance at his cock. “Murder is a sin.”
“I never murder anyone. Anyone I kill deserves it,” Rayder said as he reached for her hand and kissed the back of it.
A rush of heat filled her face. No matter that she found Dane beyond attractive. Rayder was too. And that worried her. After all, if he was a slave trader, he was scum.
Dane threw a glare at Rayder. “Release her.”
Rayder let her go and smiled. “As you wish, old friend.”
Ketera looked down at
A strange relief passed over Ketera. Dane did care. He would get her out of this jam. At the same time, part of her chafed at the idea she hadn’t thought of a way to escape this mess herself.
Rayder turned to Dane, his casualness cut in half by that red eye glow. “Fight me for her.”
Oh my Magon.
Dane glared at Rayder, body tight, muscle tension obvious. To Ketera’s amazed eyes, they took their attention off Bantu.
“Are you insane?” Dane asked his so-called friend.
Low laughter echoed from Rayder’s throat. “Some say so.”
“Bloody well get on with it,” Bantu said.
With a swiftness that made her mind spin, Dane and Rayder broke into battle. Swords clashed, the harsh clang ringing in her ears. Bantu’s laughter echoed. She flinched, squirming as she twisted in her bonds. The knife at her throat scratched her, and she cried out at the slight pain. Bantu drew the knife back from her neck, intent on the battle. The rope around her left ankle loosened. Yes! Perhaps if she just worked at it harder…
The Daryk Ones twisted, moved with a speed she’d noted while watching Dane kill the dragon back at Grimnald Castle. She’d never seen a man move so quickly on Magonia and wondered what magic worked upon these warriors.
Sweat beaded on their foreheads, muscles bulging as they shifted on their feet. Fear rose so high in her she thought she might strangle. She glanced at Bantu. He wasn’t paying the least attention to her, an eager smile on his face. An erection pressed against his trousers. Her stomach roiled.
Anger made her wrench at her ties and suddenly her feet were free. Bantu jumped and pinned her to the bed. She screamed, the sound more a yell of defiance than fear. She kicked out, caught him straight in the balls with her foot. Bantu screamed, fell off the bed and writhed. Satisfaction blended with her fear.
“Take that you…you—!” She didn’t know any really excellent curses, so she added one she’d used before. “Bastard!”
Dane and Rayder’s blades came together. A grunt came from the both of them as they surged toward the bed. Her eyes widened. Both men turned toward Bantu. Dane sprang forward, his motion a blur. A second later Bantu yelled as the sword found its mark into his chest. A growl issued from Dane’s throat.
“Bastard of a dillianas!” Dane stood over Bantu with a look so hateful that Ketera almost cringed.
“Dillianas?” Her voice rasped in her own ears.
“Never mind.” Dane turned toward her, the red in his eyes increasing. “It’s a creature we eat on Dragonia.”
She glanced at both Daryk Ones and realized something that startled her to the core. They had erections. Their cocks pushed hard and full against their breeches. Her mouth opened as she stared at Rayder’s long length. Startled, she had no words.
Rayder chuckled. “Charger, I take it you haven’t explained to Ketera what happens to Daryk Ones after a fight or battle?”
Dane glanced at Rayder. “She’s heard of battle lust.”
Rayder grunted. “Perhaps she doesn’t understand what it means exactly.”
Dane sent a glare toward the slave trader. “Shut up.”
Rayder only laughed. “A fine shot, my lady.” Rayder smiled at her, and the charm in that grin completely took her off guard. “I think even if Dane hadn’t insisted on rescuing you, you would have killed him yourself.”
“Never,” she said with defiance, trying not to glance at his cock. “Murder is a sin.”
“I never murder anyone. Anyone I kill deserves it,” Rayder said as he reached for her hand and kissed the back of it.
A rush of heat filled her face. No matter that she found Dane beyond attractive. Rayder was too. And that worried her. After all, if he was a slave trader, he was scum.
Dane threw a glare at Rayder. “Release her.”
Rayder let her go and smiled. “As you wish, old friend.”
Ketera looked down at
Similar Books
