The Barbarian Prince (29 page)

"Sorry, Gus," she uttered, staring boldly at Ualan. "Take care of my apartment would you? Sell everything, but mail me my maid units--all of them."

"I got it," Gus said, not listening, "Star reporter falls for story."

Morrigan smiled, not really paying attention to the blustering man. Her eyes shone with love for her husband.

"No, wait," broke in Gus with his harsh voice, "Princess Reporter finds her Prince."

"Nope," she said, her eyes beginning to travel over Ualan’s firm body. He lifted a brow, moving to take off his shirt at the come-hither tilt of her head.

"Rigan, come on girl, you got to give me something!" Gus’s words were followed by the sound of a slamming fist.

"Sorry, Gus, no can do."

"What about a book deal?" he offered. "I’ll give you a huge advance!"

"Nope. I want to live life for awhile. I’m tired of watching it from the sidelines."

"What about the Princes?" he insisted. His words almost sounded like a whine. Morrigan’s eyes were busy devouring her stripping husband. She stood to join him, pulling at her own top and throwing it aside. "What can you give me on them?"

"There’s not much," she answered with a devilish wink.

Ualan’s brow rose high on his head in mock affront. He threw his shirt at her head. She caught it and tossed it away.

"They’re completely uninteresting," she persisted, pursing her lips with a mock sigh of boredom.

Ualan’s eyes turned to golden fire. Danger and excitement coursed through her at the look. She smiled with a beckoning heat. Ulan slid his pants from his waist, standing proud. Morrigan opened her mouth in mock surprise as she stared naughtily at his erection.

Wickedly, she uttered, "And they’re very, very…," her eyes got rounder with each word as she finished coyly, "... small."

Ualan growled, pouncing forward. He swept her into his arms and pressed his naked body to her.

"Rigan? Rigan?!" came Gus’s voice. They ignored him.

Ualan nuzzled her throat before bringing his eyes to bore into her. Morrigan grinned. His hands were traveling over her back to press under her pants to her warm buttocks.

Quietly, she drew her finger over the muscles of his chest. "The doctor was here earlier to check on me."

His eyes narrowed. Morrigan bit her lip, hesitantly moving his hand around to touch her stomach.

"What do you think?" she mouthed, almost shy.

"I think, no I know I’m in love with you," he whispered, realizing she told him she was pregnant.

Morrigan’s eyes shone brightly. "Really?"

He chuckled, leaning to kiss her deep and tender, his expression saying, Of course, silly woman.

"Oh," she breathed when he let her claim her breath. Weak kneed, her eyes dreamy with desire, she moaned, "I love you, too, Ualan. I could never leave you."

"Rigan," Ualan growled, crushing her with a deeper passion. Gus kept yelling but they ignored him. "I’ve loved you since that first moment. I’ve loved you and only you my entire life. I promise to make you happy. You’ll never regret choosing to be my Queen."

"You’ve already made me happy," she whispered, her heart in her eyes. Then, pulling back, she uttered with a grimace, "Queen?"

"Didn’t you know? I’m the oldest," he said, sighing, leaning to sprinkle kisses over nose and cheeks. "When my parents decide to step aside, you will be my Queen."

He tried to claim her mouth and she let him for a brief second. Then, pushing his arm, she asked, "Wait a minute. How old are you anyway, dragon?"

Ualan merely grinned. His hands found hold on her back as he lowered her over his arm in an embrace that stole her words and her heart. Their souls were forever joined. No more talk was necessary.

"Rigan, damn it, you got.…"

Ualan pulled back, chuckling, intent on having his way with his wife. By the look in her eyes, she was going to have her way too--for a very long time. Pulling her back up, his hand began working on her waistband, pushing her pants down to the floor.

"Rigan!"

Ualan grinned at her, devilishly eyeing her lips as he lifted his foot to the blaring communicator.

"Rig--!!"

Crunch.

THE END

A sneak peak at

THE DRAGON LORDS: THE PERFECT PRINCE

By Michelle M. Pillow

COMING SEPTEMBER 2004 FROM NCP!

"Are you pleased?" he asked unflinchingly when she didn’t move. Again, his smile was elegant and light. This was a man who laughed often.

Nadja blinked. To his delight, she colored even more. He took a step forward, moving as if to touch her. Her words stopped him.

"No," she uttered, her eyes narrowing in fright. Her breath deepened, as she ordered airily, "Just stay back a moment."

His head cocked to the side, waiting for her command.

Nadja took a deep breath, trying to control her undisciplined heartbeat.

"I don’t think there is a need to do any of…." She gulped looking around to the bath and then to the bed. Shivering, she took hold of her thoughts. She tried to lift her hand and grew frustrated by the binding straps. With a frown, she began tugging the belt off her arms, saying, "I mean to say, I know the tradition of this night is to prove yourself a worthy mate by a display of your…."

His brow lifted, she saw it shifting beneath his mask. He watched her free herself from the arm ties, liking the way her breast bounced with her jerking movements. She left the ties to hang at her waist.

Swallowing over her embarrassment, she croaked, "…prowess."

A grin spread wide over his amazeingly firm lips. Those lips weren’t fair. No man should look that delectably tasty. Nadja made a small sound of distress before continuing.

"I am telling you, there is no need for that. I am not concerned with…." Nadja felt like kicking herself. Her words sounded weak and trembly. Her voice was coming out in hot, breathless pants. What was he doing to her? She felt on fire, like she needed to take off her clothes. Her skin was flushed, starting to sweat. Absently, she fanned her face, trying to concentrate.

Olek watched his lovely bride carefully, enjoying the way her lips sucked in between her teeth, as she tried to get whatever it was she was trying to say out. Her eyes kept dipping to his fur loincloth, as if trying to see through it. Yet, her fingers threaded in front of her, as if ready to strike him if he were to try and pounce on her.

Forgetting where she had left off, she repeated, "I am not concerned with your prowess…ah!"

Olek whipped his loincloth boldly from his hips and dropped it to the fur-lined floor. He stood naked and proud before her. His feet parted. His arms fell to the side as he held still, inviting her to look her fill of him.

Nadja’s lungs inhaled a chestful of air, cutting off her words. Her blue eyes rounded into large spheres.

Nadja couldn’t look away. Her face paled to see that the size of his mild erection was very much into proportion to the rest of his oversized anatomy. Her fingers stretched, insanely eager to touch it, to have it touch her. The center of all her aching and wonder began to throb, getting scorchingly hot at the idea. She’d dreamt of such things, on those lonely nights far away from any space port.

To her mortification, an extremely playful grin spread over his mouth when she did not turn away. His hand found hold on his naked hips, his fingers tapping lightly against his flesh.

Nadja gasped, panted, gasped again. His hand lifted and she thought he would touch himself. She waited to see what would happen when he did. She had read once that men could harden themselves at will. She was disappointed for he only scratched his stomach and lowered his finger back to his hip to wait.

Olek couldn’t help himself. He let loose a very arrogant, low masculine chuckle. Her round blue eyes were staring at him as if he were a striking serpent coming for her. He didn’t move, letting her eyes look their fill. And she was looking. In fact, she was doing nothing else. If he wasn’t careful, this flushing innocent in front of him would faint dead away. Already he could see she had stopped breathing altogether.

Nadja stared. The muscles moved up his hair-roughened legs to form rock hard thighs and hips. Nestled beneath a treasure trail of hair, which climbed down from his flat navel, his blatant arousal began to slowly grow in size and strength.

"Are you pleased?" he asked, a deep growl forming in the tone. The words held much more meaning than before. They were a testament to his mounting desire. If she kept looking at him so intently, sucking at her bottom lip with such concentration, he would defy all the Gods and take her right here and now.

Nadja snapped her mouth shut and spun away. Her body swam in dizzying waves and she had to catch herself to keep from falling. Olek looked nothing like the men on her father’s operating table. They had been floppy. He was like solid, massive … oh. Keeping her rounded eyes from looking at him again, she flung her hand frantically behind her. Feebly, she commanded him, "Get dressed. I told you I don’t have any interest in … that … thing."

"You are not pleased?" he answered.

Nadja didn’t see his spreading grin and didn’t know that he was teasing her. A sound of distress left her throat and she had to close her eyes to keep her world from spinning. Hugging her arms to her chest, she bit her fist.

"Do I not please you?" he insisted when she did not answer right away.

Thinking she had hurt her future husband’s feelings somehow and knowing it wasn’t a great way to start off their possible life together, she said, "No, you’re built fine … ah, finely built, Olek, really you are. It’s just … I don’t put much stock in these things. I think we have more important ... oh!"

Olek couldn’t stop himself. He moved to nuzzle her delectably slender throat with his parted lips, licking at her sensitive flesh, trying to nibble her ear. He was determined to prove her shy words wrong.