Kellsie jumped to her feet as anger bubbled up inside her. This was obviously the actor playing the warrior in the film. He was probably some kind of crazy method actor who wanted to get into character. She didn’t mind how other actors got into a role. What she didn’t like was being dragged into his little fantasy without her permission.
“Look, bud. I don’t care how you prepare for a movie. What I don’t like is being drugged and dragged into the damn wilderness. You need to be out here to prepare, that’s your business. I want to go back to my trailer and get a good night’s sleep before filming starts tomorrow.” Just think about the money, she reminded herself. She’d worked with crazy and difficult people before. She could do this.
She spun on her heel and stomped to the cave opening. The moon was practically a spotlight, which was good considering she didn’t have a flashlight. The lights from the movie set sparkled in the distance. It was probably a mile hike. Maybe more. Distance was deceptive out here with no known landmarks to guide her. How the hell had Marko gotten her here? And that was the character’s name, not his.
There was no sound behind her, no warning, but his arm suddenly banded around her midsection and he pulled her back against his much larger body. For a big man he moved soundlessly.
She tilted her head back and immediately wished she hadn’t. Damn, he was even bigger than she thought. He must be at least six and a half feet, if not a bit taller. And broad. His wide shoulders blocked the entire entrance of the cave and it was more than three feet across.
But it was his face that left her momentarily speechless. His cheekbones were chiseled, his jaw broad and firm. His eyes were dark. Black or brown? It was impossible to tell in this light, but she was voting for brown. Dark hair hung loose around his shoulders. It was dark in some spots, lighter in others. His lips were firm and enticing. His features were rough, but when all put together the way they were, they were handsome if you liked that kind of look.
Which apparently she did if her body’s reaction was anything to go by. Her nipples were tightly puckered and her sex clenched. Oh yeah. He hit her hottie meter in all the right places. She’d never gone for the pretty-boy type, except for Jon, and look where that had gotten her.
Still, this was no time to give in to her libido. Just because her sex drive had decided to wake up didn’t mean she couldn’t ignore it. It wasn’t easy, but she managed to ignore the not-so-subtle message her body was broadcasting—jump him.
The longer she studied him the more familiar he seemed. Had she seen some of his previous work? She certainly hadn’t met him before. He wasn’t a man a woman would forget. She couldn’t place him but knew she would eventually. She had a good memory for faces. And if it didn’t come to her, she could always check him out online. His acting credits would be there.
“You do not believe me.” His voice jerked her back to reality. He sounded disappointed again and it was starting to make her feel guilty. Which wasn’t fair. She wasn’t the crazy one here. He was.
“What’s to believe? You’re really an immortal warrior, and a shapeshifting one at that. So what are you? No, let me guess. A bear.” It was obvious now that she thought about it. There was a bear on the carousel, if she’d really seen the thing and hadn’t just dreamed it. Now she was confusing herself.
“Yes.”
He left it at that one word as if he expected her to believe him, take him at his word. Did he think she was as nuts as he was?
“Dude. You need help.” It probably wasn’t smart to bait him, but Kellsie was at the end of her rope. “There is no such thing as demons and curses and gods and goddesses. It’s all a myth. Make believe. That’s why we’re making a movie. We’re actors.”
He tilted his head as if processing her words. She was getting a crick in her neck from looking up at him, so she turned. He loosened his grip enough for her to face him but not enough for her to get away.
“That is how Hades has done it this time,” he sounded thoughtful, not angry. “You think you’re making a movie, but this is reality.” He stroked her hair away from her face, his gentle touch such a contrast to his huge, strong hands. “You are the one woman in the history of time who could release me from the curse and help me fight Hades and his minions. I need to help the others and discover what has become of my Lady.”
Kellsie ignored the pang of envy and disappointment that shot through her when he spoke of his lady. Pure love and devotion shone through his words. Not that she wanted him. Not really. It was simply a physical reaction to his body. Nothing more. The guy was obviously a sandwich short of a picnic.
But still, it would be nice to have a man who talked about her that way. Not that she ever expected such a thing to happen. Hell would freeze over first.
She pushed against his chest. It was time to get away and start the long trek back to camp. “You do that. Meanwhile, I’m going to make my way back to my nice cozy trailer and catch a few hours’ sleep.” She squinted at her watch. Damn, it was already two o’clock. How long had she been out?
“I cannot let you go.”
For the first time since immediately after awakening, real fear began to seep into her bones. She was totally alone in the middle of an isolated forest with this guy. He was big and strong and determined. Even if she screamed for help, it would echo through the woods. Someone might hear her, but they wouldn’t be able to find her. She was well and truly screwed.
Maybe she could reason with him. “Look. You really can’t keep me here. People will be searching for me. You’ll get fired from the movie. You might never work again.” That was the biggest fear most actors had. Let him chew on that for a few minutes. “If you let me go now,” she continued, “I won’t tell anyone about this. It will be our little secret.”
“You are wrong.” He swept her into his arms and carried her back inside the cave. He stopped just inside so there was still a small amount of light. “I can keep you. At least for one day.”
Chapter Seven
He’d prayed for this day for more years than he could actually remember. Marko was still trying to process the fact that he was free after more than five thousand years of captivity. It was a heady feeling to breathe in the night air, to stretch his arms and legs, to feel a woman’s soft flesh against his body.
The last was the most disconcerting of all. For the first time in over fifty centuries, he was holding a woman. His cock was full and hard, begging for attention. At least he knew that part of himself still worked.
What he didn’t know was how much of his power had returned. Not all, for certain. But he could clothe himself as he could before. He hadn’t tried to manifest weapons yet. That should have been the first thing he’d tried, but with Kellsie lying next to him he’d forgotten everything else.
His brain was still trying to process everything he’d been through. The memories blurred together after a certain point. They had to for sanity’s sake.
He knew about the modern world. He and the others picked up information from the world around them. Assimilating and understanding all of that knowledge was something else altogether. The world had changed so much in the time he’d been imprisoned. People no longer believed in the old ways. Science and technology were their new gods.
Marko was grateful to have landed in the woods. This was his domain. Here he was on familiar ground. Of course, Hades would want a secluded place. Having demons running around a major city would certainly attract attention—from humans and gods alike.
Kellsie was light in his arms. She was slender and warm and…frightened. He could smell her fear seeping from her skin. He was sorry for that, but he had to protect her, make her believe him.
He released her legs, letting her flow over his body until her feet touched the ground. He barely stifled a groan of pleasure as her lithe form rubbed against his much harder one.
She shoved at his chest and he released her. Watching. Waiting for her to run.
She crossed her arms over her chest, the pose de
fensive. “You’re crazy, you know that.” Her voice was sharp, but beneath it he heard the quaver of fear.
“No, I’m not. I almost wish I was.” At many points during his incarceration he had feared his sanity was slowly slipping away, but he’d hung on. They all had.
Kellsie darted a quick glance at the entrance. She was going to make a run for it. He could not allow that to happen. Almost casually, he edged toward the opening.
“You can’t keep me here,” she protested. “You’ll never work again after this stunt.” She began to pace. Back and forth. Back and forth. It was almost hypnotizing to watch her fluid movements.
Her body was strong yet curved in all the right places. His eyes were drawn to her breasts. They were soft and full and bounced slightly as she walked.
She tripped on some loose rocks and fell. He winced as her hands and knees hit the ground. Before he could assist her, she was back on her feet, pacing again.
“Are you hurt?” She’d freed him. He owed her more than he could ever repay. The last thing he wanted was for her to be harmed in any way. Which was a stupid sentiment considering Hades would have his minions out looking for them. Demons didn’t play fair.
“What do you think?” she countered.
He almost smiled. She was prickly, his Kellsie. He stilled and frowned. She wasn’t his Kellsie. She wasn’t his anything. His only duty to her was to protect her. Beyond that, he had to stay alive and hopefully figure out a way to rescue his friends.
Mordecai, Phoenix and Stavros had all been released years ago. There had been quite a few years between their releases. Phoenix hadn’t even tried to fight, but had disappeared with the young woman who’d freed him in a flash of smoke and fire. Stavros had disappeared with the woman who’d freed him, never to be heard from again.
Mordecai had been the first. Freed more than forty years earlier. Marko had thought him dead. They all had. Then he’d turned up when Roric had been freed weeks earlier. Mordecai was on Hades side. Turned.
Marko growled low in his chest. The traitor. He would rip him limb from limb for betraying their Lady and fellow warriors. Their honor was everything. Without it, they were no better than Hades and his demons.
He didn’t know what had become of Roric. He, and the female who’d released him, had briefly returned to the carnival before Hades had swept it away in a whirlwind. He prayed his friend had gotten free of Hades’ clutches.
A faint noise caught his attention. While he’d been lost in thought, Kellsie had been maneuvering herself closer to the cave opening. He turned to stop her and she flung out her hand. A shower of dirt and pebbles hit him in the face, momentarily blinding him. He let out a roar of frustration as she took off, quick as a jackrabbit.
He swiped at his face, swearing at himself for getting distracted. He wouldn’t be able to let down his guard around her. Not for one second. He needed to get her to believe him so he could focus all his attention on the task at hand. The past didn’t matter and the future wasn’t assured. Not until the next twenty-four hours had passed. If they survived that, they were home free. Hades and his minions couldn’t touch them.
Hades hadn’t fully realized what he was agreeing to when he’d freed the Lady of the Beasts from her confinement in Hell. But agree, he had. That meant if the warriors survived the turn of a day they, and the women who released them from captivity, were free forever from Hades. Even gods were bound to rules, and once they gave their word it was law. If Hades reneged on his promise, it would backlash on him and almost certainly destroy him.
Marko took off through the woods after Kellsie, setting a fast pace. He could easily hear her crashing through the bushes. She was going for speed, not stealth. He increased his pace, worried that she might fall and injure herself in the darkness. Her night vision would not be nearly as good as his.
Concentrating, he willed a weapon to appear. His fingers tingled and then his broadsword appeared. He almost gave a yell of pleasure at the feel of the hilt in his hand. He gripped it tighter as he raced after Kellsie.
The wind whistled past him, drying the sweat on his body as fast as it appeared. He didn’t feel the chill, but he knew she would. Damn it, she would make herself ill doing this.
Not that he blamed her. She was a fitting mate for any warrior—strong and smart and brave. He realized now that she’d fallen on purpose while she was pacing. It was then she’d scooped up the stones and dirt from the floor.
A reluctant grin crossed his face as he picked up speed. His muscles were flexing and stretching. It felt so good to be in motion after years of being stationary. People thought of bears as slow, lumbering creatures, but they were capable of great speed when necessary. He leapt over a downed log and put on a push to get around to her front.
She was panting so hard she probably couldn’t even hear him passing her off to her left. His heart pounded from a combination of exertion and excitement. The animal part of his nature thrilled in the chase.
A low growl escaped him as he stepped into her path. Legs spread, he planted himself in her way.
She didn’t see him. At least not right away. She was coming fast and hard. Like a runaway locomotive, she was out of control, unable to stop. He knew the moment she finally saw him. Her breathing hitched and she emitted a small whimper of fear. But she didn’t give up. She veered off to the right and kept going.
It was time to end this before she got seriously hurt. Marko sent his sword back into the other realm and pounced, stretching his large body to the max as he leapt at her. He grabbed her around the waist and yanked her into his arms. He turned his body, taking the brunt of the impact as they hit the ground. He cradled her head against his chest for protection.
Marko grunted and bounced once before coming to a complete stop. They’d dug up quite a furrow of dirt with their landing. The smell of thick, rich loam teased his nostrils. His blood pounded in his ears but he could still hear Kellsie gasping for air. He loosened his arms but didn’t release her.
Her heart was racing. It beat in time with his. The night sky was alight with stars and he lay there on the ground totally at peace with Kellsie in his arms. He knew it wouldn’t last.
She began squirming and swearing at him. He raised one eyebrow as she got particularly inventive with her curse words. He reached down and pressed one finger over her lips. “Enough.”
She continued to struggle, her legs kicking his. He was holding her arms by her sides and knew that was the only reason she wasn’t punching him. She reared back suddenly and her head came forward. He jerked back just in time to keep from being head butted.
“Enough,” he said again. He rolled with her in his arms until she was on the bottom with him looming over her. Her legs widened as she tried to push away. He slid easily into the gap, letting her pelvis cradle his. She stilled the second she felt his erection rub against her mound.
Marko was sweating again, but it had nothing to do with exertion. Other needs were pressing down on him now. It had been so very long since he’d had a woman. Not that he would have been attracted to just any woman. He’d always been selective. It was his nature, both as a man and in his animal form.
But Kellsie was special and appealed to him on many levels. Physically, there was no denying her allure. Her hair was like spun sunshine, her eyes as blue as a summer’s sky. Her body was soft in all the right places, made to cradle a man during the long, cold nights of winter and every other night of the year.
She was mentally tough. She hadn’t cried or slunk away from him. No, she’d tried to reason with him. When that hadn’t worked she’d yelled. Then she’d tried to escape. She was stubborn and smart and that was exactly what she’d need to be if they were going to survive the next twenty-four hours.
They were getting a slight reprieve at the moment, and Marko didn’t know why. It could end at any moment, which is why he had to convince Kellsie he was telling her the truth.
She softened beneath him and he sank farther into the curve of her
body. He propped himself on his elbows, taking most of his weight off her. “You must listen to me,” he pleaded urgently. “Time is short.”
“Mmm,” she hummed as she dragged a hand over his chest.
Marko lost his train of thought as her fingers tangled in his chest hair. He groaned when her thumb traced his nipple, making it hard.
“You’re so strong,” she crooned.
His mind whirled. He knew something was wrong, but couldn’t quite figure out what. She slid her hand lower, snaking down his abdomen and skimming his cock, which was rock hard and ready.
It was instinct that saved him. Her fingers grazed his balls and suddenly he knew what she was about to do. No way did she go from running from him to seducing him. Not unless it was a decoy.
He grabbed her wrist and squeezed just as her fingers tightened around his sac. He tightened his grip, desperately trying not to hurt her, but exerting enough pressure to make her release him.
Their gazes locked. Hers, frustrated and fearful. His, determined. She would give first.
Sweat beaded on her forehead and her lips compressed into a hard line. Pain and fear filled her gaze, causing regret to flash through him, but he didn’t release her. He couldn’t.
Finally, she gave a ragged cry and let go of his balls. He yanked her hand up and loosened his grip, hoping he hadn’t left a mark on her soft skin.
“I only wish you truly wanted to touch me.” Her eyes widened as he spoke and then half closed when he kissed her wrist. He was afraid she was going to have bruises. “Did I hurt you?”
“What does it matter?” She turned her head away from him. He felt it like a blow to his heart.
He levered himself off her but kept a grip on her, not willing to release her. He pulled her into his arms, needing her close. “Why won’t you believe me?”
She snorted. “Why would I? You really expect me to believe you’re some kind of ancient warrior. An immortal. Who was trapped on the carousel for thousands of years.”
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