Dark Stranger Immortal (The Children of the Gods #3)(59)

DARK ENEMY TAKEN

Dalhu can't believe his luck when he stumbles upon the beautiful immortal professor. Presented with a once in a lifetime opportunity to grab an immortal female for himself, he kidnaps her and runs. If he ever gets caught, either by her people or his, his life is forfeit. But for a chance of a loving mate and a family of his own, Dalhu is prepared to do everything in his power to win Amanda's heart, and that includes leaving the Doom brotherhood and his old life behind.

Amanda soon discovers that there is more to the handsome Doomer than his dark past and a hulking, sexy body. But succumbing to her enemy's seduction, or worse, developing feelings for a ruthless killer is out of the question. No man is worth life on the run, not even the one and only immortal male she could claim as her own…

Her clan and her research must come first…





EXCERPT


As she heard Dalhu exhale a relieved breath from behind the bathroom door, Amanda smirked with satisfaction.

Dalhu’s surprised expression when he’d burst into the bathroom had been priceless. Seeing her in all her nude glory with her body boldly displayed in the bath’s clear water—not gasping or trying to cover herself as most women would—the guy had been rendered speechless.

But then she was nothing like what he was used to.

Not even close.

Amanda was the daughter of a goddess, for fate’s sake.

He hadn’t been the only one affected, though. As he’d devoured her with his hungry eyes, her body had responded, her nipples growing taut under his hooded gaze.

Ogling her, he’d wiped the drool off his mouth with the back of his dirty hand, looking just as awestruck as one of her students. But that was where the resemblance ended.

Dalhu was a magnificent specimen of manhood, and in comparison, all her former partners looked like mere boys. Shirtless and sweaty, he’d looked just as amazing as she’d imagined he would.

He was big; not even Yamanu was that tall, and Dalhu was more powerfully built. Nevertheless, his well-defined muscles were perfectly proportioned for his size with no excess bulk; he looked strong, but not pumped like someone who spent endless hours lifting weights at a gym.

Following the light smattering of dark hair trailing down the center of his chest to where it disappeared below the belt line of his jeans, she hadn’t been surprised to find that he was well proportioned everywhere. And as he kept staring at her, mesmerized, his jeans growing too tight to contain him, she’d held her breath in anticipation of her first glimpse of that magnificent length.

Oh, boy, am I in a shitload of trouble.

There was just no way she could resist all that yummy maleness. Amanda knew she was going to succumb to temptation.

She always had.

Except, this time, she would be stooping lower than ever. Because she could think of nothing that would scream SLUT louder than her going willingly into the arms of her clan’s mortal enemy…

Shit, damn, damn, shit… she cursed silently.

It had taken sheer willpower to kick him out. She so hadn’t wanted to…

But she would’ve never been able to look at herself in the mirror if she’d succumbed to the impulse and had dragged him down into that bathtub to have her wicked way with him.

Hopefully, he’d been too busy hiding his own reaction to have noticed hers.

What was it about him that affected her so? Yes, he was incredibly handsome, and she was a lustful hedonist… but, come on, she had been a hair away from jumping the guy…

Was she one of those women that got turned on by bad boys?

Yep, evidently I am.

How shameful…

Her hand sneaked down to the juncture of her thighs, and she let her finger slide over the slick wetness that had nothing to do with the water she was soaking in. But after a quick glance at the door that wouldn’t close, she gritted her teeth and pulled her fingers away from the seat of her pleasure.

She couldn’t let Dalhu know how he affected her if she hoped to have a chance of keeping him off her.

And herself off him…

Damn!

She had to keep telling herself over and over again, repeating it like a mantra until it sunk in, that there was nothing that would scream SLUT

louder than her going willingly into the arms of a Doomer.

Oh fates, I’m such a slut…

But wait… this was it…the solution to her predicament…

If there was one thing that was sure to shatter Dalhu’s romantic illusions, it was to find out that the woman he wanted for his mate had been with a shitload of others before him.

She was well acquainted with the Doomers’ opinions about women and their place in society. Someone like her would be probably stoned to death in the parts of the world they controlled. And though Dalhu seemed smarter and better informed than the average Doomer, he no doubt believed in the same old double standard. It was perfectly okay for him to fuck a different woman every night because his body demanded it. But it was not okay for her.

She was supposed to suffer the pain like a good little girl because decent women were not supposed to want or enjoy sex…

Well, she not only wanted it and enjoyed it but needed it to survive, just like any other near-immortal male or female.

But try explaining it to a Doomer…

Stupid. Blind. Deaf.

Members of the brotherhood of the “Devout Order Of Mortdh ” were brainwashed to hate women and believed them to be inferior and unworthy. It was sad, really, how easy it was for Navuh and his propaganda to affect not only his followers, and not only the male population of the regions under his control, but also the women living there. They succumbed to the same beliefs, accepting that they were inferior, that being abused was their due, and that that was what their God wanted for them.