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  “If I’m not real then you won’t mind if I do this, will you?” He trailed his lips over her jawline and up to her ear. He rasped his tongue over the whorl of her ear, making her shiver. Goose bumps trailed down her arms and over her legs, and she clenched her thighs together over the growing ache. Pure need shot through her. Dream or real, she wanted this man.

  “You are so beautiful.” He whispered the words, his breath warm against her ear, and then captured her lobe between his teeth and carefully nipped. She dug her fingernails into his skin, an erotic punishment. He groaned and shifted so she was flat on her back with him on his side looming over her.

  She should have been scared to death. After all, she was completely at the mercy of a man she didn’t even know. She would have been terrified if this was real. But it wasn’t. Nothing made sense, but she felt totally safe in his arms, absolutely free to give herself to him.

  Araminta tunneled her fingers into his amazing hair, wishing she could see what color it was. It fell around his shoulders like a silky cloud and each strand was an erotic caress between her fingers. It was as soft as she remembered.

  He groaned and tilted his head so she could reach more of it. The movement reminded her of Percy. Her cat did like getting his head scratched and so, it seemed, did Leander.

  She couldn’t see the color of his eyes, but she could make out most of his features now that her eyes had adjusted to the light. His face was strong lines and angles, more rugged than handsome. His nose was flat and broad, his jaw sturdy. His was the epitome of masculinity.

  Something hard and thick pressed against her side and she knew he was aroused. Instead of worrying her, it made her feel powerful, feminine. This incredible man wanted her. Maybe he wasn’t real, but so what? The dream seemed real enough and there was nothing wrong with taking what she wanted if it was all in her mind.

  Her imagination had always been vivid, but she could hardly believe she’d conjured up a man as incredibly appealing as Leander. There was something about him that tugged on her emotions. Made her feel as though she knew him even though they’d never met before.

  He propped his head up on one hand and stared down at her. Even through the faint light from the window, she could make out the intensity of his gaze. He traced his fingers over her lips and she opened her mouth, touching the tips with her tongue. His cock flexed against her side and her pussy spasmed.

  He sucked in a breath, his chest expanding. He continued to study her face, running his fingers over her cheekbones, down her nose and across her forehead. She should have felt self-conscious, but for some reason didn’t. Leander seemed utterly enthralled with her and, if that wasn’t a turn-on, she didn’t know what was.

  He reached for the sheet that was still between them and slowly pulled it down, exposing her breasts to his view. A low rumbling sound, much like a purr, came from deep in his chest. “You are exquisite.”

  Beneath his gaze, she felt exquisite. It was a totally new experience for her. She usually tried to downplay her overlarge breasts. For the first time in her life, she was happy to have them.

  He cupped one of the mounds and ran his thumb around her nipple, not quite touching it. The nub puckered into a hard peak. She made a sound of need, of arousal, practically whimpering. She wanted him to touch her.

  “Let me have you?”

  The sexy low rumble of his voice was like a caress against her skin and Araminta knew there was only one answer she could give him. “Yes.”

  He smiled at her and she lost her ability to speak. He leaned down and took her mouth in a torrid kiss and she lost her ability to think. All she could do was give herself over to the sensual sensations flooding her body.

  Chapter Five

  Power exploded through her veins and flooded her body briefly before she quickly contained it. The Lady of the Beasts knew another one of her warriors had been released from captivity. She paused in her treacherous climb, closed her eyes and said a silent prayer of thanks. Then she wiped the sweat from her forehead, shoved her fingers into the tiny crevices in the rock wall and once again began to scale the steep, jagged cliff. Her feet and hands were bloody from trying to find purchase among the deadly rocks and every inch of her body ached. She didn’t dare draw on the reserves of her power lest she draw Hades’ attention.

  She was so close she could almost taste freedom.

  Hades’ gaze was currently directed elsewhere and his demons would do little without his order. And the God of the Underworld would not give such an order. He knew if she were killed an enormous amount of power would be released, which would bring the other gods to investigate. And that was the last thing Hades wanted. It was the reason he’d kept her imprisoned all these long years rather than attempt to kill her. He might think her weak, but she was still a goddess, still a force to be reckoned with.

  A light breeze hit her face, carrying with it a hint of spring and the promise of summer. The Lady allowed no hint of her excitement to show, none of her power to leak from her control. She did not want to draw any attention her way. Not when she was so close to achieving her goal.

  Voices chanted in the distance. The climb seemed endless, but she ignored her growing exhaustion and kept moving steadily toward the sweet sound.

  Leander couldn’t believe he was free after the long centuries of captivity. The sensory overload was almost too much to handle as he struggled to take everything in. The smell of lavender drifted from a room nearby. There was the slightest hint of it on Araminta and was probably her soap. A harsh smell of cleaning chemicals overlay that. But above all of them was the sweet perfume of aroused woman. Araminta’s scent was sweet with a hint of spice and he couldn’t wait to taste her.

  Her mouth was sexy with a wider bottom lip and thinner top one. He traced it with his tongue, drawing a low moan from deep inside her. He knew he should get out of the bed, knew they had to move, knew danger was all around them. The Lord of the Underworld would not wait for Leander to get his fill of the woman in his arms.

  But it had been so very long since he’d felt the touch of a woman warm against his skin, felt her sweet breath on his face or heard her soft moans of pleasure.

  He stroked his hand over her silky skin. It was so incredibly smooth and supple and the sounds she made when he cupped her breast made his cock swell to the point of almost bursting.

  He was alive.

  He pulled his mouth from hers and stared down at the face of the woman who’d answered his fervent prayers after so many years. He knew she couldn’t see him very well, but with his enhanced vision he could see every inch of her delectable body and exquisite face. Her tawny brown hair spilled over the pillows like a waterfall. Her eyes were like the mist on a foggy day, gray and mysterious. Her body was full and curvy, her breasts a handful. And he had very large hands.

  But it was more than her beauty that captivated him. This woman had released him from his prison. After more than five thousand years in prison, Araminta had set him free. He owed her everything, including his life. He would not fail to protect her from harm.

  The lion within him roared in agreement.

  She blinked at him, so innocent and trusting, like a lamb waiting to be led to the slaughter. The image turned his stomach sour and brought a bad taste to his mouth. What would happen to her if Hades had his way?

  “Is anything wrong?” He could hear the insecurity in her voice and it made him want to roar with fury. A woman this incredible should never feel inadequate in any way. He’d learned much by watching his fellow warriors be set free and knew that the women who released them were special, each of them a ray of light in the darkness, a beacon of hope against despair.

  He gently combed his fingers through her hair. “No, my beauty, there is nothing wrong.”

  Her cheeks turned the most delicate shade of pink and he smiled. She was shy, his Araminta. The possessiveness of his thoughts gave him pause, but he shrugged. She belonged to him now and he would not fight it.

  He
knew his brethren had probably felt the same about the women who freed them, and most of them had probably fought it, thinking it would make them weaker to become attached to a fragile human woman. But Leander was more pragmatic. If she could release him from the curse she was destined to be his. If he had something more to lose, he would fight harder.

  His eyes narrowed and fury filled him. If Hades thought he could take her from him then the god was sorely mistaken. He would kill any demons, immortals, gods or humans who tried to take her away from him. He would protect her with his life.

  “Leander?”

  He shook his head to help clear away the bad thoughts. He was here with her now and that was all that mattered. He leaned down to kiss her again, wanting to sample her lush lips before moving lower to uncover all her secrets.

  A harsh ringing interrupted them. Leander leapt out of bed in one motion, landing on his feet in a crouched position, ready to defend them both. The ringing sounded again and he whirled toward it. Before he could destroy the offensive object, his mind caught up with the rest of him and information flooded through him. A phone. It was a telephone.

  Araminta reached out and grabbed her cell phone from the bedside table. “Hello.”

  Even though he was a few feet away, with his enhanced abilities he could easily hear both sides of the conversation. “Hi, it’s Mary Jo. I didn’t mean to call you so late.”

  Araminta sat up in bed. “What’s wrong? Is it Percy?”

  Leander’s hackles rose and a low growl escaped him. Who was this Percy and why was she so concerned about him?

  “No, he’s fine. But someone broke into your house. The cops are here now. You need to come home.”

  “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Thanks, Mary Jo.” Araminta carefully set the phone back on the bedside table and stared at him.

  The lamp on the bedside table clicked on and he blinked to allow his eyes to adjust. She stared up at him, her gray eyes wide and frightened. “This isn’t a dream, is it?’

  Leander shook his head. “No, it’s not.” He stepped toward the bed, but halted when she pulled back. Anger speared through him, quickly followed by dismay. Did she not know he would never hurt her?

  She swallowed, making the long, slender column of her neck ripple. She clutched the sheet to her breasts, but he could still see their outline beneath the thin fabric. “Who are you?”

  He sighed and raked his fingers through his thick mane of hair. “I am Leander and I am a warrior of the Lady of the Beasts.”

  She frowned and curled her legs protectively in front of her. “Who put you up to this? Luna? Or are you a friend of Rick?”

  He shook his head. “I do not know these people you speak of.”

  “I don’t know who you are, but I think it’s time you left. I have to go home.” She inched toward the opposite side of the bed. Her eyes weren’t on his face but his body, and he realized he was still very painfully aroused. He could smell her fear. It permeated her pores and made him want to roar in fury. She’d gone from arousal to fear in the blink of an eye.

  He supposed it was a lot to ask of her to accept his story at face value, but she’d freed him from the curse. He thought she, more than any other, would believe. He turned and prowled toward the window and stared out into the night sky. So many buildings and lights. So many people. The world was a far different place than it had been when he’d last walked upon it.

  Araminta gasped and he swung around, his senses flaring, searching for any danger. There was none. There was only the two of them in the room. “What is it?” His tone was gruffer now, but it was impossible for him to hide his disappointment and anger.

  She pointed, her eyes wide as she stared at him. “Your back.”

  He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded. “It is the tattoo of the lion, king of the beasts. He lives within me. I am he and he is me. We are one.”

  Leander had a thought then and stalked around the side of the bed. “Why do you fear me now?”

  She clenched the covers so hard that her fingers turned white. “Because I don’t know you.” She paused and cleared her throat. “I thought you were a dream.” A delicate pink color stained her cheeks.

  Leander paused as a vague memory flitted through him, a dream of a woman, this woman. Had he had one? Memories of his time in captivity were vague at best, although her scent and the feel of her body were familiar.

  It did not matter. He was here now and that was all he needed to worry about.

  “I mean you no harm, but I must protect you. Hades and his minions will be after both of us.”

  Araminta frowned and eased out of the bed, pulling the sheet with her and wrapping it around her body. “Enough. Please stop. I know this is some kind of prank.”

  He tilted his head to one side and studied her. There was no mistaking the genuine hurt in her voice. “Why do you say that? Why can I not simply want you?”

  She laughed, but it was a sad sound rather than a happy one. It made him want to go to her, pull her into his arms and offer comfort. He’d never done anything like that before. Hadn’t wanted to. Already she was changing him.

  “Because everything you’re saying is from my book. Well, almost everything. The animal is different. I’ve only written about the tiger and the bear yet, but only the book about the tiger has been released.”

  Pure possessiveness streaked through him, quickly followed by jealousy. He didn’t know how to handle the volatile emotions. She belonged to him, not to Roric or Marko. “You do not need the tiger or the bear. They are not for you.”

  She frowned and shook her head. “That’s what I’m saying. They’re figments of my imagination. I wrote about them in my books. The lion was actually the next one in the series. I had a dream. I’ve already made notes…” Her voice trailed off and she seemed to gather herself. “Look, if you go I won’t make any trouble. I won’t complain to the hotel or anything.”

  Leander shook his head. “I cannot leave you. Not with Hades out there somewhere, watching and waiting. You are in danger.”

  Araminta needed to get dressed, pack her bags and get the heck out of here. Home beckoned, and even that sanctuary had been invaded. She’d never been the victim of a break-in before. Hillsboro was a quiet town with little crime. Someone must have seen her leave on Friday. Or perhaps they’d simply chosen her at random. Either way, she needed to get home and sort things out.

  She hoped nothing valuable had been stolen. Not that she had much that would bring a thief any money, except a set of pearls her grandmother had left her. They could take her television for all she cared—it was twenty years old and clunky. Or her stereo, which she’d owned for at least a decade. Her work was the only thing of value and she had her laptop with her, so that was safe.

  And she was avoiding the issue at hand—a very large, naked issue. Leander kept insisting he was a warrior of the Lady of the Beasts. Just her luck to end up with the sexiest guy she’d ever set her eyes on and he was either in on a very mean practical joke or was a sandwich short of a picnic. Either way, she needed to get him out of her room.

  With the bedside light on, she could see him clearly, and she wondered how she could have ever thought him to be nothing more than a dream. He was much too substantial, too masculine, too everything not to be real.

  He dwarfed her with his height. He had to be at least a foot taller than her five-four. His hair was even more spectacular than she’d imagined. It was a unique combination of blond, orange, reddish brown and gold that somehow seemed natural on him. His eyes were slightly slanted and golden. His face was unusual with its broad forehead and slightly flattened nose.

  But it was the rest of him she couldn’t keep her eyes off of. He stood with his hands on his hips and his legs planted slightly apart, which emphasized the thick muscles in his calves and thighs. His shoulders were as broad as a doorway and his biceps bulged. She’d only seen abs like his on the covers of men’s health magazines. He was totally impressive.


  He was also massively aroused. His cock jutted out in front of him, long and thick. The head was broader than the shaft and it was a dark shade of reddish purple, engorged and ready to get down to business.

  Araminta swallowed hard at the thought of having that impressive cock buried inside her. Was it even possible? He was much larger than either of her previous lovers. Might take some work, but it would be worth it.

  And what the heck was she thinking? He was a stranger.

  Problem was he didn’t feel like one.

  She pulled the sheet tighter around her and prayed he couldn’t see her nipples pebbled against the material. Her pussy was swollen and damp and ready to take him. She’d never been so aroused in her life.

  She needed to get him out of here before she did something stupid, like jump him. “You have to go.”

  Sadness emanated from him and she found herself almost feeling sorry for him.

  “I cannot leave you. I must stay with you for twenty-four hours.”

  Just like from her book. “Until the curse is broken.”

  “Yes.”

  He really believed what he was saying. She didn’t know if that made him dangerous or simply a man who needed medical help. He turned slightly away from her again and she caught another glimpse of the tattoo on his back. The lion was majestic, his jaw open to expose deadly fangs, his claws sharp and ready to defend himself. He really was beautiful.

  “Where did you get it? The tattoo?”

  He raked his hand through his hair again and she tried not to notice the way the muscles in his biceps and chest rippled. “I have always had it. As I have said, the lion is me and I am the lion.” His gold eyes narrowed on her face and she took a step back. “I will show you.”

  Leander crouched down in front of her until his hands touched the floor. His gaze never left hers as he threw back his head and growled. The feral sound made her take a step back. It sounded just like a real lion. Which simply meant he was a good mimic, nothing more.