Page 4 of Warrior Unraveled

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Nightmare? More like a wet dream.

Wesley couldn’t stop his imagination from taking him on a wild ride. Virginia was everything he’d ever dreamed of in a woman.

Long legs, strong and toned. A slim waist, flaring hips, firm boobs. Just the right curves everywhere. Hazel eyes with flecks of green, luscious plump lips. And then that hair. Flaming red. Like the smoldering embers of a fire.

And every time she lashed an insult at him, her voice sent a not unpleasant shiver down his spine. Not unpleasant at all.

Did she realize that her commanding nature was a huge turn-on? Or was she oblivious to the fact that he was about five seconds away from jumping her bones?

Virginia wouldn’t be an easy conquest, that was certain. She would be a challenge, but he didn’t mind. She was worth it. Worth the extra effort to get her into bed. Or on any flat surface. Horizontal or vertical. He didn’t care.

As long as he was inside her and she was panting in ecstasy.

Because one thing was certain: he was in lust!

“What are you grinning at?”

Another spear of heat raced from his neck to his tailbone faster than a vampire could extend his fangs.

Fuck! Didn’t this siren have any idea what her voice did to him? She might as well tie him up, strip him bare, and have her way with him.

“I asked you a question!”

He met her hard gaze. “Nothing. I always look like that.”

“Hmm.” She whipped her head to the other Stealth Guardians. “I’m locking him up until the council is convened and ready to interrogate him. I’ll transport him to the council compound myself when it’s time.”

“That isn’t necessary,” Aiden dared to say.

She shot him down with one look. “I’ll decide what’s necessary. You and your comrades have shown poor judgment. He’s my prisoner now. He’ll be locked in a lead cell.”

Aiden’s expression turned to stone. He motioned to the door in mock-polite fashion. “Would you like me to show you the way?”

“I don’t need directions,” she hissed and spun around, grabbing Wesley’s bicep.

Despite her firm grip, he didn’t mind the touch. “Well, it’s just you and me then, I guess.”

She shoved him in the direction of the door, emphasizing her command by lifting her chin.

“I’d say, ladies first, but I suppose you’d rather I walk ahead of you?” He pivoted toward the door, without waiting for an answer. He opened the door, then glanced over his shoulder. “Oh, and guys, I’ll have coffee and pancakes for breakfast. Black, no sugar. Appreciate it.”

“Move it, witch,” Virginia interrupted and marched toward him.

“Your wish is my command, Ms. Robson,” he answered and stepped into the corridor, Virginia right behind him. The door slammed a second later, and her heels clickety-clacked on the stone floor. They were alone, which suited him just fine. He slowed his walk so she was only a step or two behind him.

“So what are you planning to do with me?” he asked casually.

For a moment he thought she wouldn’t answer, but then she said, “Are you deaf? You’ll be brought before the council and interrogated.”

He glanced over his shoulder, slowing even more so she was only a foot behind him. “What if I’d rather be interrogated by you?”

“You have no choice in the matter!” She nudged him not too gently. “Keep moving. The cell is in the basement.”

“I’m well acquainted with it.” Though he had no intention of spending the night there. Nevertheless, he picked up the pace and started heading down the first staircase. When he reached the landing, he stopped and turned.

“Listen, why don’t you interrogate me now, and get it over with? You’ll see very quickly that I’m no threat whatsoever. I’ll even let you tie me up.” He ran his eyes over her, contemplating the endless possibilities a little bondage session presented. “If that’s what you’re into.”