EmbracedbyaWarrior

Marisa Chenery

Book one in the Warrior Hunger
series.

As a warrior of Anubis, Darius
always believed he was destined to be alone. Never to come into contact with others
like him, or experience passion in the arms of a woman for more than just one
night. After eight hundred years alone, he begins to question what he’s always
known when he finds a woman who stirs not only his desire, but his heart as
well.

Brisa’s not blind, so she’s very
much aware of the hot man who frequents the bar where she works. But he’s
always been aloof. Throwing caution to the wind, she approaches the sexy
stranger and finds herself completely swept away. But a shocking secret and an
unsavory demon stand between them. Brisa must decide if she can love a man like
Darius…for eternity.

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Embraced by a Warrior

ISBN 9781419939525

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Embraced by a Warrior Copyright 2012 Marisa Chenery

Edited by Grace Bradley

Cover design by Syneca

Photography: Les Byerley

Electronic book publication February 2012

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To help battle the evil that lurked in the mortal realm,
Anubis created his warriors. Each one was taken from a battlefield, near death,
crying out for another chance at life. Only the pure of heart did the Egyptian
god of the underworld choose. Men who would serve him, and would help him bring
the mortals who would harm others of their world before Anubis for judgment.
With their last dying breaths, the warriors would pledge themselves to Anubis,
bound for all eternity. In return, the god of the underworld granted them
immortality and the means to defeat the ones who preyed upon others. Marked as
one of Anubis’ own, the warriors were sent out into the world, never to meet
another of their kind, always alone.

Darius headed in the direction of the bar he inevitably
arrived at once his night was just about over. This habit of getting a drink
before he returned to his home had started six months before. Out of the last
five years he’d lived in Miami, not once had he’d been drawn to a place as he
was to the White Sands Bar.

He knew exactly why he went there night after night. It had
nothing to do with the bar’s atmosphere. To be honest, Darius really didn’t pay
much attention to the mortals who sat around him. No, the other patrons would
never hold his interest as one mortal in particular would. The image of the
woman bartender rose in his mind.

Before Darius let his thoughts wander down a path they
shouldn’t, he felt a familiar pull on his senses. It was something he couldn’t
ignore. Something that had him out walking Miami’s streets once the sun went
down each night.

Changing direction, he followed the invisible trail that
tugged him closer to its source. His nose picked up the scent of evil,
something only he could smell because of what he was. Ducking down a dark
alley, Darius prepared himself for what would play out when he arrived. Even
though he’d been through it thousands of times, it still wasn’t pleasant to
experience.

He reached the end of the alley and turned the corner into a
shorter one that dead-ended. And there was the source of the pull. A man had a
woman up against the brick wall, a knife held to her throat while he groped
her, tearing at her clothes. The woman’s whimpers of fear reached Darius’ ears.

He walked closer, the man oblivious to Darius’ presence. As
he did so, Darius felt the change start to take him over. His eyesight was
keener, heralding the shift. It happened quickly, but it didn’t mean it was any
less painful. He growled as his bones realigned themselves, growing larger. He
grew taller to stand at almost seven feet. His body shifted to his half-human
and half-jackal form, his muscles becoming bigger. Black fur sprouted from his
skin until he was completely covered from head to toe. Gold armbands appeared
around each of his thick biceps, and last, a snow-white Egyptian-styled kilt
formed around his hips to fall to the middle of his thighs.

Having finally caught sight of him, the woman let out a
scream. Darius’ pointed ears on top of his head twitched, but he ignored her
and focused his sights on the man assaulting her. The scent of evil seemed to
ooze out of every one of the man’s pores. He was Darius’ prey. The man didn’t
know it yet, but he was about to finally get his comeuppance for every evil
deed he’d ever done.

Darius grabbed the man by the back of his shirt collar with
one furred hand and threw him. A loud growl rumbled out of him as the man
sailed across the narrow alley and slammed into the opposite wall before he
slumped to the ground. Darius only took the few seconds needed to snag the
frightened woman’s gaze and wipe her memory of him before he sent her on her
way.

He turned to the man to find him slowly regaining his feet.
Darius moved in to subdue him. His prey slashed out with the knife he still
held. Darius blocked it with a sweep of his arm and knocked it from the man’s
hand. With a snarl, he took hold of his prey by his throat and lifted him off
the ground with one hand, the man’s feet dangling in the air.

“What the fuck are you?” the man gasped as he struggled for
breath.

“The one who sends you to be judged,” Darius said, his voice
deeper and gruffer in this form.

He pushed into the man’s mind, not caring the pain he
caused. Scenes of each crime and assault his prey had ever committed flashed
through Darius’ head. The screams of the man’s victims echoed inside it. Darius
lived each one as if he’d been the one on the receiving end. He felt their
pain, their terror.

Seeing all he could, Darius definitely knew this one was for
Anubis. He willed a gold dagger into his hand. The blade had hieroglyphs carved
on it—the spell Anubis had infused into it to send evildoers to the underworld.
All it took was one cut to do its job. Darius sliced it across the man’s chest,
cutting through his shirt to his skin. His prey gasped some more, clawing at
Darius’ hand.

But it was already too late. The dagger had already done its
magic. The man’s body lost its solidity, then he was gone. Sent on his way to
face the god of the underworld. There, Anubis would weigh the man’s heart on
the Scales of Justice. If he was evil, his heart would be fed to Ammit to be
consumed.

Lowering his arm, Darius willed the dagger away. The shift
took hold of him. He growled as the familiar pain tore through him once again.
After it was over, he stood in human form, wearing his black jeans and t-shirt.
He’d become one of Anubis’ warriors back in 1218, as a dying German soldier
lying on the banks of the river Nile, having fought in the fifth crusade to
Egypt. Only Anubis had answered his call, not the god Darius had worshipped.

He pushed the thoughts of that fateful day aside. His work
done, he headed out of the alley. Once he hit the sidewalk he backtracked to
where he’d been. This time he reached the bar with no interruptions.

Inside, Darius scanned the place with his gaze as he “felt”
it out. If there happened to be prey there, he’d have no choice but to act
quickly to get that individual outside before Darius shifted. As long as the
person wasn’t in the middle of an evil deed, the change could be held at bay
for a short period of time.

Not feeling a pull, Darius walked farther into the bar and
sat at a table at the back corner of the room. He’d learned long ago if he
wanted to be around mortals without being set off, he had to choose places
where evil did not go. The White Sands Bar was such an establishment.

After a waitress took his order for a beer, he ignored the
mortals who sat nearby and focused his gaze across the room at the bar. She was
there, working. Darius followed her movements, able to see her face clearly
even from this distance with his sharper-than-normal eyesight. His gaze touched
on her long black hair, which hung to the middle of her back. He watched her
hazel eyes crinkle as she smiled at his waitress when she came up to the bar to
place his drink order.

Darius could stare at her beautiful face all day. And her
slim, curvy body heated his blood, making his cock hard with thoughts of how
good she’d feel under him as he took her. Even now he was getting an erection.
He let out a deep breath, sighing silently. He wanted her, but wouldn’t approach
her. She wasn’t the type of woman he’d be able to have a one-night stand with
and just walk away. He’d become too obsessed with her. One taste and he’d crave
more, which wasn’t something he could do. What he was, what he did, left no
room for a woman in his life. Besides, he doubted one would be able to accept
his being a warrior of Anubis, and what it entailed. No, he was better off
alone, only finding a willing woman to slake his lust when his need became too
great, then leaving her behind.

Brisa took the cap off the bottle of beer she held, knowing
it would go to him. She snuck a quick look across the room at the large man who
sat at the back corner of it, alone. He was always alone.

When he’d first started coming to the bar, she’d noticed him
right away. What hot-blooded woman wouldn’t? The man was sinfully gorgeous.
Besides being at least six-foot-five and having a build of a bodybuilder, he
had the sexiest longish, light-brown hair with blond highlights. It was the
type she wanted to run her fingers through. Having never gotten close enough to
see his eyes, she’d found out from the waitresses who had served him that they
were a piercing blue. And his face, god, the man would make any woman wet just
from looking at him.

“Are you done staring so I can go give him his beer?” Janey,
her friend and waitress, asked.

Brisa knew exactly which “him” Janey referred to. They’d
talked about him enough. “Hey, you were staring at him as he came in.”

“Yeah, true. But I’m not the one who practically has her
tongue hanging out of her mouth.”

She tore her gaze off the hottie and scowled at her friend.
“I am not that bad.”

Janey shook her head. “Oh yes, you are. I’m surprised you
haven’t set the bar on fire with your erotic thoughts, the ones starring him.”

Brisa lifted a brow. “And how exactly would you know I’m
having erotic thoughts, hmm? Are you a mind reader now?”

Her friend laughed. “No, but I know you have your mind in
the gutter as much as I do.”

She chuckled. “So true. We do have sex on the brain.”

“Yeah, but at least I have a boyfriend to get me some. You,
on the other hand, do not.”

“So I’m not seeing anyone right now. It’s not the end of the
world, you know. I’ve just decided I need to be pickier in my choice of men.”

“I have to agree with you on that. The last one was a loser
with a capital L. He wanted you to be his mother more than a girlfriend. I
don’t know how you stuck it out for a month.”

Brisa groaned. “Don’t remind me. I’d hoped he’d get over it.
He wasn’t that bad of a guy.”

Janey gave her a look that said who was Brisa kidding.
“Maybe, but he wasn’t that good, either.” She glanced over her shoulder, then
turned back to Brisa. “I think the hunk over there would be perfect for you.
Why don’t you go over and talk to him?”

“No way.” Brisa shook her head. “I’m waiting to see if he’ll
talk to me first. I’ve caught him watching me a few times.”

“Brisa, you’ll be waiting a long time if you leave it up to
him. He’s been coming in here for six months and hasn’t even said hello to you.
There is nothing wrong with a woman making the first move.”

She nibbled her bottom lip. “I know. I just can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Well, look at him. I’m sure he has women throwing
themselves at him all the time. I doubt he’d appreciate it if I were to do the
same thing.”

Janey rolled her eyes. “I’m not suggesting you jump his
bones or anything. Just go up to him and start off by saying hi and introducing
yourself.”

“I don’t know. I have to be at the bar,” Brisa hedged.

She’d love nothing more than to go talk to the hottie, but
every time she thought about it, she found herself not getting up enough nerve.
Brisa had a sick feeling she’d make an ass of herself in front of him by saying
something really stupid. As she’d said to Janey, he was so good-looking he
probably had women going after him all the time. Brisa felt she’d have to make
a good impression if she wanted to stand out in the crowd. And coming across as
an airhead wouldn’t cut it.

“Stop thinking up excuses,” Janey said. “And that’s what it
is. I’ve seen you handle guys who have tried to hit on you here with no
problem. This should be much easier than warding off those dumbasses.”

“Maybe, but—”

“But nothing. Tonight’s your night. I’ll watch the bar while
you go and serve the hunk his beer. I’ll even let you keep the tip.”

Brisa shook her head. “You’re not going to let up, are you?”

“Nope.”

“All right. You win. I’ll go take him his beer, but I’m
giving you the tip.”

She walked out from around the bar and went to where Janey
stood. After picking up the beer bottle, Brisa turned and headed for the
hottie’s table. As she came closer, his gaze landed on her and stayed. Her body
instantly stood at attention. Her nipples grew taut beneath her white cotton
blouse. With each step she felt more nervous. The hand holding the beer shook
ever so slightly.
Get a grip
, she berated herself. She was a mature
woman of twenty-nine. She’d talked with enough men she shouldn’t be feeling
this way. Finally reaching the table, her mouth suddenly went dry when she
looked into his blue, blue eyes. With his tanned skin, they seemed to pop.

Brisa quietly cleared her throat. “Here’s your beer,” she
said as she placed the bottle in front of him. “I’m Brisa, the bartender, by
the way.”

Now didn’t she sound real intelligent with that one? Duh, he
had to already know she was the bartender. Any idiot would know that,
considering that’s where she spent all of her time when working her shift.

His gaze met hers. “I’m Darius.”

His deep, slightly accented voice washed over Brisa. A
shiver of delight shot through her. God, she could have an orgasm just from
listening to him talk. As if her pussy agreed wholeheartedly, an ache built
inside it and she grew wet.

Darius’ chest rose as he took a deep breath. And for a
second there, Brisa swore she saw hunger lurking in the blueness of his eyes.
She became tongue-tied, only able to stare back at him, wishing she could strip
him out of the black t-shirt that seemed molded to his broad shoulders and wide
chest. Better yet, she wished she could plop down on his lap, take a good grip
of his hair and have her way with his mouth.

He shifted, reaching into the front pocket of his jeans, and
Brisa snapped her thoughts back to reality. She watched him take out some bills
to pay for his beer, then reached for them when he held them out. As their fingers
touched, and she took the money, his hand wrapped around hers before she could
pull away. His was warm and seemed to envelop all of hers. At the simple
contact her heart beat faster, her breath speeding up as well. It wouldn’t take
much to have her melt into a pile of goo at his feet.

“Keep the change,” he said. Still holding her hand, he
continued. “Have a drink with me, Brisa.”

“Ah, I can’t. I’m not allowed to drink while I’m working.”
From where their skin touched, a current of pleasure rode through her
bloodstream all the way to her pussy.

“Then once you’re finished your shift.”

“That’ll be closing time.”

“I’ll wait and walk you to your car.”

Brisa was about to tell him that he didn’t have to when
Janey breezed by, and said, “She’d love for you to walk her to her car.”