PG EXCERPT M/M
What sick game are you playing with her?
to Ylianor, Duncan caught a flash of sadness and regret in the
startling green eyes. With her face going pale, he checked around for
Chris again. And there he was, entering the room with a couple of
adoring young and handsome men trailing at his heels.
No time to lose, Duncan spun to Isabella and Jeff. “Would you excuse me?”
Without waiting for a reply, he moved off. And you, Princess, don’t you dare move.
Puzzled, she tried catching his gaze. But—
I’ll be right back. Shutting her out, Prince Caldwell reached Chris in one stride.
“Excuse me for intruding, gentlemen.” He bent his head slightly as a way of an apology.
“Of course, Leader.” Their deferential expressions and their hesitant
tones left no doubt how much in awe the two men were of him. “We were
just talking anyway.”
“I have something to ask you, Angel.”
his attention was all for his blond phase mate.
“Now?” Chris looked annoyed or something to that effect.
Something the prince could not quite determine.
“Yes, now.” His tone did not admit for any postponements.
“Sure.” So Chris went all defiant and raised a challenging gaze. “What’s on your mind?”
“Not here.” The matter was too personal to discuss in front of just
anyone. “Somewhere private.” He just hoped the two would forgive his
manners. “But I won’t keep him long.”
Wrenching Chris by an arm, Duncan led him to a small and quite empty
room, pinning him to the wall as soon as he closed the door. “What sick
game are you playing with her?”
“Game?” The glue-gray eyes blazed. “I—”
“Be very careful of what you’re about to say, Angel,” he threatened softly. “If I find out you’ve hurt her in any way—”
“I did more than that.” The blue-gray eyes now shone in open dare. “But she loved it. That’s for sure.”
“I don’t believe you.” Not after what he had seen on her beautiful face.
“Then ask her.” Chris, instead, seemed to have no doubts. “I believe it’s no problem for you to find out right now.”
What if he’s right?
Taken aback, the prince released him, hesitating on his next move. Had
the concern for his princess’s strained expression gotten the better of
For sure, it was driving him into something he had vowed he would never
do, interfere in the private matters of the two closest to him.
“Yes, I played that game.” Somehow, the sneaky angel understood it all
and took immediate advantage of it. “Though the gods know how you
sensed it since she obviously didn’t tell you.”
“She didn’t have to.” Relaxing his stance, Prince Caldwell regarded Chris coldly.
For whatever the reasons that had driven them to repeat a bloody game
that had no business existing in his peaceful world, he could not
approve of it. Not as a person born and raised in a place that knew no
adult violence, in fact abhorred it. Not as a leader of that same world.
“I read it on her face that something wasn’t right.” Still, whatever
was eating her could have nothing to do with the game itself, however
abject he found it to be.
For he had noticed how all of Chris’s carving the first time around had
not turned her off like he would have expected. What made him sick to
his stomach and iced his blood with revulsion had sparked quite a
different reaction in her. An excitement that should have been out of
place yet had fueled Ylianor like nothing before or after.
So she had wanted to try it again. And since she had not suffered any
physical harm, something else had obviously upset her. Something that
had probably to do with the angel himself, considering how on edge
Chris was now. Had the experience been more intense than either she or
Chris had imagined?
“And pray, do tell.” Chris returned his icy stare. “Why did you think I had anything to do with it?”
“‘Cause this evening, you dared her to try you. And she did.” The
prince frowned, trying to piece together the sensations she had given
off. “So what went wrong?”
“Nothing did.” Evidently unable to stand the pressure, the angel
lowered his gaze. “All right, so something did.” Save to raise it again
in outright provocation. “But I don’t think this is either the time or
the place to talk about it.” On the attack again, he pressed his weight
against the prince. “Listen, lover. I didn’t mean to hurt her, just
wanted to find my way to her like you’ve been telling me to do. And
like I’ll have to, if I’ll have to pledge to her,” he whispered
His husky tone tickling Duncan’s ear, his tongue flickered on it, tracing its edges.
“After all, you’ve been talking about nothing else since you returned.”
Pulling back slightly, Chris adjusted his jacket. “To tell you the
truth, this pledge thing is a bit sudden for me. I mean, you as a
leader and an eventual council seat I might handle. But having her on
top of everything else…” The arresting blue-gray eyes misted. “Well,
it’s a step too far for me right now.” He shook his head in
frustration. “Anyway, since it seems I’ve little choice in the matter—”
“Angel, you have all the choice in the world.” His heart going out to his blond lover, Duncan folded him in his arms.
Not a menacing way anymore, he could have kicked himself for going on the offensive without first analyzing things through.
“Sure I do.” As though resigned, Chris buried his face in Duncan’s
chest. “Tell that to my father,” he sneered. “Not that a pledge would
be any problem.” Drawing back, he shrugged as though it meant nothing
to him. “It would be a real piece of cake,” he snarled maliciously.
“Too bad I have no other woman even remotely interesting or that can
even come close to being a decent mate. No one I could ask the damn
question without hating her for the rest of my life.” He raked his
thick hair nervously. “So you see, I’m in deep shit.” He tried his lips
on a smile that came out twisted. “And I’ve got you to thank for it
“Me?” Holding him at arm’s length, the prince scrutinized the handsome face. “Why me?”
“‘Cause you played an excellent game.” There was a definite note of
admiration, however accusing Chris’s tone sounded. “Making me like her
before it became necessary for me to do so.”
“I had no idea it would come down to this.” And that was the goddamn truth!
“That’s the only reason I excuse you.” Suddenly standing down, Chris
eased the tension. “But you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t play it
your way from now on. And if mine is through pain, rather than
pleasure…” He lifted a shoulder as though indifferent to her fate.
“Well, she doesn’t seem to mind, so why should you?”
Yeah, why should I? “All
right, Angel. I choose to believe you.” Which did not mean he would be
foolish enough to ignore how dangerous and unpredictable his phase mate
could become. “Explore your pain angle with her all you like.” Taking a
step forward, he flattened Chris to the wall again. “But if you ever
seriously hurt her, I swear I’ll have your hide.”
“Relax, lover. How could I seriously hurt the only woman I’m eventually
going to pledge?” Chris grinned. “It would be against my interest,
wouldn’t it?” Reaching up, his lips attacked the prince’s in a
ferocious kiss that took Duncan’s breath away. “And now, if you’ll
excuse me, I’ll return to those hot lays just dying to get a hold of my
Slipping elegantly from Duncan’s grasp, the angel went for the door and stepped out of the room.