Dark Rival. Brenda Joyce

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      She inhaled. “No, you are very much alive,” she cried. “And I thank the gods for it!”

      “Ye mistake,” he said grimly, “two very different men.”

      Allie backed up, shaking her head. “Why are you doing this?”

      “Why did ye follow me to my time?” he shot back.

      Allie tried to control the hurt roiling through her now. “You don’t want me here?”

      “Nay, I dinna.”

      His words were a blow. She could not begin to fathom what he meant, or why, and what this meant for her, for them. She had never suffered such cruelty before. “You’re not making sense,” she said thickly. “You told me you waited six hundred years for me! You are not acting like a man in love.”

      His eyes widened. “I am a soldier of God,” he said sharply. He nodded at the gatehouse, a gesture that was clearly a command for her to follow, and he whirled and strode that way.

      Allie didn’t move. The man striding away from her was not the man she was in love with. It had become painfully clear. What had she done, coming back to his time? And what should she do now?

      Allie wiped at some moisture on her face. Her world was spinning now. And the grief came back, hot, hurtful, fresh. With it, there was so much confusion.

      “I can please ye, lassie.”

      Allie tensed. She hadn’t paid any attention to his men. Several stood in a half circle around her now.

      The giant who had just spoken to her smiled, revealing mostly missing teeth. He was huge and unshaven, and blood stained his tunic. He had no mail and he wore a longsword, a dagger and carried a spiked club. He was dirty and reeked of body odor.

      Five other men stood with him, each as gross and primitive and dirty, and they were all leering.

      Alarm began.

      She was used to being admired. Men looked at her lush boobs all the time. Suddenly Allie wished she was not wearing a supersexy corset top a size too small, much less such a feminine skirt and high heels. For the first time in her life, she was not the center of admiration; she was the center of savage, primitive lust. She felt as if the men were rabid wolves about to fight over her carcass before ripping it apart while devouring it. And she felt a flicker of fear, when she was never afraid.

      Suddenly Royce was striding past her, his face livid.

      Allie was so relieved, although instinct made her jump out of his way. He didn’t stop to ask her if she was fine or look at her. Enraged, determined, he went to the first giant, who backed up quickly.

      Royce suddenly had a dagger in his hand—and he pressed it between the giant’s thighs, beneath his tunic.

      Allie clapped her hand over her mouth, not daring to cry out.

      “Take another look,” Royce taunted softly. “Dare.”

      The giant was white. “I be sorry, my lord. I’ll nay look again.”

      “Ye look at her one more time, ye ever speak to her again, ye’ll be looking at yer balls, hanging from my walls, drying in the sun.” He straightened, sheathing the dagger.

      The giant got on his knees. He bowed his head. “Aye, my lord.”

      “Lady Ailios is my guest, under my protection,” Royce said harshly. “Ye tell every man in the keep.” He turned and his heated gaze locked with Allie’s.

      Allie was frozen. He meant it. She was no stranger to evil, but she was a stranger to this kind of violence. Royce was a holy warrior, but she had not a doubt he would emasculate the man who had dared to look at her with lustful intent without thinking twice. And as gross as that man was, he wasn’t evil, he was just a savage.

      This was a primitive, savage world.

      And this man was not her twenty-first-century lover.

      There was nothing civilized about him. He was utterly ruthless, terribly chauvinistic, a barbarian. A product of his primitive, savage time.

       What had she done?

      His jaw flexed. An odd light came to his eyes. “T’is late for regrets.”

      She swallowed hard. “I have made a mistake.”

      His face hardened. He gestured for her to precede him through the gatehouse, even more displeased than before.

      Allie did.

      THERE HAD BEEN a huge battle with a rival clan, and his body was still hot and hard from the fight. Like most men, he always enjoyed fucking after fighting, and he had returned to Carrick intending to do just that. Instead he had discovered Ailios in his home, waiting for him, her eyes filled with love.

      He was furious! He had left her in the future for a clear purpose! He did not need such temptation now—or ever.

      There would be such a respite when buried in her warm, quivering flesh, from this life….

      She shined with that pure, holy, healing white light. He could bathe in it….

      He was so tired of the fight….

      He steeled himself against such weakness, against her. He stole a glance at her now. The light around her was stunning and bright, as if the air surrounding her was infused with moisture after a Highland rain. His pulse drummed harder and he looked away. Even with the entire hall separating them, he could almost taste her purity and power; he could almost feel its warmth seeping into his sore, aching flesh.

      Except he was hardly sore, anywhere, and he did not need healing. He had never beheld such power, and that must be the reason for his fascination. For he had never spent even an entire day, much less two weeks, thinking about a woman—not even Brigdhe in the days when he had just taken her as a bride and they were still exploring their passion. He was a Master. He dwelled on great matters of good and evil, life and death. Lust belonged in the bedchamber, the stables, or the wood on a quiet afternoon.

      But ever since he’d left her in modern times at Carrick, he had been restless, annoyed, short of temper and irascible. In general, everyone and everything had displeased him. He had thought about her frequently, in spite of his better intentions. His interest hadn’t waned—it had increased. He had thought about her even while in bed with other women. But this was worse, oh, yes, to find her here, in his home, in his time, a temptation that would lead him astray from the life he had so carefully forged.

      But Aidan had made the decision to bring her there because he had died in the future last night.

      His heart drummed hard. He would live for almost six more centuries, and he did not know whether to rejoice or despair. He strode across the hall to the long trestle table, his mind grappling with the fact of his future death. He did not know the details, although he soon would. All men had to die eventually, even Masters. But that left the gaping question of how to best protect Ailios now.

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