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The prince dismissed the male again. This time, he obeyed and left. Olivia waited until he had closed the wooden door before she moved her attention back to the prince and relaxed a fraction. The man in the room with her had bitten and kidnapped her, but had said he wouldnâ€™t hurt her. If she had to choose between him and the one he had called Bleu, who had looked at her as if she were a pest to be eradicated, she would choose her blood-drinking captor over the homicidal maniac.
â€œContinue,â€ he said and she half expected him to use that regal wave on her. If he tried it, she might be inclined to relocate his testicles after all. She might be human, but she wasnâ€™t going to let anyone order her around, not even a powerful immortal prince. She had enough of that from her superiors. â€œWhat condition did you find me in?â€
â€œYouâ€™d taken one hell of a beating… donâ€™t you remember fighting?â€ she said and he shook his head and sat on the edge of his bed. Rumpled purple covers. Barely dressed male. She could do the math. He had woken and come to take her shortly afterwards, because he couldnâ€™t recall the fight and how he had ended up at Archangel. He looked like the sort of man who liked to be in control and hated weakness, and not remembering the events that had seen him dumped unconscious at a demon-hunting organisation were probably driving him mad. â€œIt must have been epic.â€
The light in his eyes faded and he looked off to his right, staring at the foot of the row of wardrobes.
â€œMy battles with this particular enemy always are.â€ Something drifted in his rich purple eyes, a shadow of remorse that left her feeling he would rather not fight this enemy.
He cursed again, pushed to his feet and paced, taking long agitated strides up and down the room.
Olivia leaned back against the wall and studied him in silence, giving him time to think and beginning to relax.
He was beautiful, his tall lean figure shifting sensually with each stride, working his muscles like a symphony. Every so often, the markings she had followed with her fingers would flash into existence and he would growl, seemingly irritated by them, and glare at her, as if she were to blame.
Olivia lost track of time, her fear melting away and her guard dropping with it. What was he thinking? He looked melancholy at times, pained, but angry at others. Feelings flitted across his handsome face, rapidly changing his expression, drawing her to him all the more.
He seemed sad for some reason, a terrible sorrow that shone in his eyes, fathomless and painful. Mixed in with that sadness was a sense of lethalness though, the danger she had originally felt in his presence, a feeling he exuded like an aura. It should have warned her away from him. Instead, she found herself moving away from the wall and towards him, lured by an inexplicable need to comfort him and ease the pain she swore she could feel in him.
â€œAre you okay?â€
He stopped dead and looked across at her, his expression open and blank, as though her question had caught him off guard. His look hardened again a second later and he pivoted on his heel and crossed the room to her. He halted inches from her, towering over her, making her feel nervous and unsure of herself. The longer he stood there studying her with those intense purple eyes without saying anything, the more on edge she felt, until her insides had twisted into tight knots and she couldnâ€™t bear it anymore.
â€œHave you finished questioning me now?â€ she blurted out.
â€œI can go home?â€
â€œI am sorry but I cannot allow that to happen.â€ He looked beyond her left shoulder, towards the blue curtains and the doors. â€œMy enemy has made you a target, a well played move on his part and one I did not predict or even consider.â€
Her anger came back to a rolling boil and she opened her mouth to give him hell, but he stole her voice. His eyes came back to meet hers and he lifted his hand, slowly reached towards her and brushed aside the collar of her white coat. He caressed the marks on the left side of her throat, sending a hot achy shiver through her.
â€œI have made you a target.â€ Those words sent a different sort of shiver through her. This one not at all pleasant.
She raised her hand to touch her throat and ended up covering his hand instead. His skin was cool beneath hers. His nostrils flared, his eyes brightened and the pointed tips of his ears extended and sharpened. He bared his fangs at her and shifted back, pulling his hand away from her touch.
Oliviaâ€™s heart leaped into overdrive, thundering against her ribs, and her hand shook, fear freezing her feet in place.
The prince looked ill but, at the same time, there was an unmistakable spark of desire in his eyes.
It might have flattered her if she hadnâ€™t been clinging to what he had said, repeating it in her head and growing increasingly angry with each cycle. She was a target for a maniac who had beaten this immortal male close to death?
â€œWhat the hell is going on here?â€ she snapped and advanced on him, surprised when he actually retreated, as if he feared her. No way a powerful male like him would fear a little woman like her. He hadnâ€™t liked it when she had touched him. He had reacted strongly to it. Maybe he feared she would touch him again if he let her get close enough. She wanted to touch him alright. She wanted to crack his nose with her fist. â€œI want to know whatâ€™s happening because I have the feeling my life is on the line and I didnâ€™t sign up for this shit. You bit me… I damned well didnâ€™t ask you to violate me… and I want to know how your abuse of my body and my rights has made me a target.â€
The prince held his hands up and she halted, breathing hard to settle her volatile feelings. Getting angry with him probably wouldnâ€™t solve anything. If she was in danger, she was probably going to need his help. He had dragged her into this. He could damn well get her out of it unscathed.
â€œThe reason your comrades found me so close to your facility is because my enemy left me there… it is a twisted game… he could have killed me but I would not have suffered.â€ He sounded too damn calm and he looked it too.
Olivia couldnâ€™t see how he could be so relaxed about all of this. Some psychopath had beaten him close to death and dropped him on her doorstep, and it was all a game? That wasnâ€™t a game. That was sick.
â€œAnd he wants you to suffer… why?â€ She couldnâ€™t hold the angry note from her voice. He had wanted answers and had brought her here. Well, now she wanted some damn answers of her own.
â€œIt is not for you to know,â€ he said quietly.
It damned well was. â€œWhy did he dump you with us? Did he think Archangel would torture you?â€
He shook his head, the solemn look returning to his eyes. â€œNo. He knew you would torture me.â€
Olivia frowned. â€œI donâ€™t get it. What do you mean? I said did he think we would torture you and you said no, and then you said he knew we would… that doesnâ€™t make sense. I warn you, I am liable to relocate your testicles if I donâ€™t start getting some straight answers.â€
He took a step back. â€œIt was a straight answer. Not we… you… he knew you would torture me.â€
â€œMe?â€ Her eyes shot wide and indignation joined the ranks of her feelings. â€œIâ€™m a doctor. I know I work for a demon-hunting group, but that doesnâ€™t mean I would torture one.â€
He glanced down at his boots and then back at her, his expression troubled. He growled, exposing his fangs, and shoved his fingers through his black hair.
â€œHe knew what you were when he dropped me there and he knew what I would do,â€ he barked the words at her, his expression wild and desperate, the look of a man firmly on the edge. He stepped towards her and reached for her, and then let his hands fall to his sides and cursed.
â€œWhat… bite me?â€ She touched the marks on her neck, feeling the pronounced bumps where his fangs had punctured her. What had he done by biting her?
The prince closed the distance between them and she tipped her head back, holding his gaze. He frowned and she gasped as his fingers settled against her jaw. He slid his hand along it to cup her cheek, his eyes locked on hers, drawing her into their purple depths until she felt lost.
â€œBind you to me.â€
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Kissed by a Dark Prince
Olivia thinks itâ€™s her lucky night when a dangerously handsome unconscious fae ends up on her inspection table. Heâ€™s her chance to redeem herself with her employer, the demon-hunting organisation, Archangel. But when the tall, dark and deadly immortal warrior awakes, she gets much more than she bargained forâ€¦
Attacked by his enemy in the elf kingdom, the last thing Prince Loren expects when he comes around is a beautiful angel watching over him and medical technology of the mortal realm. Hazy from his injuries, all he can focus on is the pulse ticking in her throat and the sweet allure of her blood.
One single bite reveals she is his eternal mate, triggering a bond between them that will leave him weakened until it is completedâ€¦ or broken, and pulling Olivia into the crossfire of his ancient feud.
To protect his people and his mate from the machinations of a madman, Loren must risk everything by working with Olivia at Archangel to find a way to break the bond blossoming between them.
But will Loren be strong enough to place duty before desire and give up the one thing he has waited millennia for and craves above all othersâ€”his eternal mate? And will Olivia be able to resist the incredible heat that burns between them and the temptation of her dark princeâ€™s kiss?
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