HeroUnleased by Anna Alexander Page B

frustrated breath and stroked his jaw.
“It’s nothing really. Kristos didn’t like how Brett’s job put her in danger. He
tried to keep her out of harm’s way and wore the armor while he was doing it. A
while ago she was trapped underground during a rescue and he saved her,
spawning the Chameleon.”
    “And now you wear the mantle?”
    “Not all the time. Kristos and I take turns to throw off
suspicion. And the Chameleon only appears when there is a desperate need.”
    “Like earlier.” She took one small step toward him, then
another, approaching as one would an easily frightened animal. “You saved that
child, Lucian. And who knows how many more by keeping that fire from
spreading.”
    “I felt that child’s pain from ten miles away. I had to do
something.”
    “You’re a hero, Lucian.” She paused, mere millimeters away
from his bare chest. “If I was that boy’s mother, I would drop to my knees and
offer you anything you wanted.”
    “A—” He cleared his throat. “Thank you is sufficient
enough.”
    “Tell me about your last lover.”
    He blinked, clearly confused by the change in subject as the
furrow in his brow deepened. “What?”
    “Your last lover. Rumor has it you’ve gone a long time
without female companionship, even though you weren’t lacking for willing
participants.” She trailed her finger along the edge of her low-cut blouse. Her
nipples tightened when his gaze followed the movement. “Why?”
    “Your Highness,” he began but she stopped him with a hand
across his mouth.
    “No lies. Why?” She moved her palm to lay it against his
jaw.
    He licked at his lips. “I’m a warrior. A battle strategist.
I don’t know how to woo a woman. And human women are so…fragile.”
    “Physically or emotionally?”
    A light flashed in his eyes and a tingle of awareness hummed
in the air between them. “Both.”
    “I guess it’s a good thing I’m not human or fragile.”
    “But you are. You’ll deny it with your last breath, but I’ve
hurt you when all I want to do is care for you.”
    “You do?”
    “Of course.”
    He lifted his hand and barely grazed his finger along her
jaw before dropping it at his side and making a fist.
    “Touch me, Lucian.”
    “I can’t. I shouldn’t.”
    But he wanted to. Gods did he want to. Never before had she
felt such a sense of want than she did looking up into his tortured eyes. His
craving was bittersweet, like a fine Belgian chocolate sitting on the flat of
your tongue. The flavor melting ever-so-slowly as you were forced to hold still
when all you wanted was to chomp the decadent treat to bits and gobble it
whole.
    The promise of experiencing the full force of Lucian’s
passion made her stomach clench and her pussy gush. She leaned forward and
scraped her teeth over his puckered nipple then used the tip of her tongue to
follow a rivulet of water down his torso.
    “I know you, Lucian. I know who you are. You don’t need to
hide from me. Never from me.” Under her lips, his stomach quivered as tiny
goose bumps erupted against her tongue.
    “We shouldn’t.”
    “No.” She nipped at the taut skin around his navel and sank
to her knees. “No.”
    A gentle tug of her fingers brought the towel to floor,
freeing his engorged cock. She eagerly wrapped both hands around the shaft and
licked the purple head. Now was not the time to think. If she allowed a moment
of hesitation, he would run from her and the heat generating between them. A
tragedy she’d never allow.
    As she took the throbbing length into her mouth, a fiery
bolt of desire raced from Lucian to explode across her senses as if she
swallowed a mouthful of Pop Rocks.
    Now this trait of the Skandavian male she missed dearly. The
men of her homeland were all blessed with impressive cocks. A feature she had
been fascinated by when she watched the troops during their wrestling drills.
The heat of battle created a rush of adrenaline that resulted in erections that
tented their thin