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Eir had known men who preened like peacocks when they knew their looks appealed. Who stood cocksure, their arrogance and self-absorption wrapped around them like a physical cloak.
Kai was nothing like those men.
There was no arrogance in his demeanor, no boasting in his stance. He was who he was, and he was fully confident in his own skin. If women wanted him, he’d probably let them have him if he was in the mood. And if they didn’t, he’d no doubt shrug it off without a care. He was an untamed beast.
And she desperatelywantedhim.
Unable to help herself, she stepped closer, until her fully clothed body was mere inches away from his completely bared one.
“Is this your real form, dragon?” she asked quietly, suddenly curious.
She’d caught glimpses of his other forms in his past lives when he’d come and gone from her realm. She tried not to look too closely as she was tasked with “recruiting” him, shirking her duty. But he was simply too…
Noticeable.
While each form had been different—the coloring and features—they all shared commonalities as well. He was always extremelybig. Broad. Tall. Muscular. Scarred. And though he’d never been much of a talker, his presence had beenloud. Men and women, and her fellow Valkyries, always noticed him.
How could they not? He was the majestic, forbidding mountain amongst pleasant, rolling hills.
But this form…it fit him best somehow. Fully encapsulated the staggering scope of his aura and the untamed beauty of the man.
She raised one hand to hover over his chest and shoulders, though she didn’t quite touch his tantalizing skin.
“I wouldn’t know,” his gruff voice answered. “Only that the scars are mine.”
“Don’t you acquire a new body every time you are reborn?” she asked. “An unblemished one? Why do you keep the scars?”
She raised her eyes to look into his.
He looked back at her with that unreadable swirling gaze, but she knew when she heard his answer that he was telling the truth.
“The scars remind me of every incarnation. That I was alive and fought the good fight. Each one tells a story. They are my only memories.”
“You recall only the battles?” she asked, sliding her hand down his torso, hovering just over his skin, still not touching. She wanted to draw out the anticipation. And…
She feared what touching him would do to her rapidly fraying control.
The man was pure temptation.
“Aye.”
“No friends or companions?”
“None.”
“No lovers?”
He paused as if he didn’t quite understand the line of her questioning. Or perhaps it was the term “lover” that threw him off.
That made two of them.
Eir didn’t understand herself at the moment. She just wanted to somehowknowhim before she possessed him.
“Good fucks, aye,” he grunted. “Can’t recall their faces, never mind their names. All the same.”
An unholy, violent need overwhelmed her at that, making her entire body practically vibrate with it.
She’d make certain he would rememberher. Because she already knew without a doubt that she would always remember him. Gods! But she had never craved anything or anyone this badly. She was practically salivating.
