Devil's Bitch by Delena Silverfox
Erotic Historical Romance
Publisher: Naughty Nights Press
Release Date: July 24, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 70,000
Norelia, Imperial heir and zealous second-in-command of the Endless Army, is cornered by a wager against her father, the Emperor.
The stakes? To marry the winner of the next Summer Games in order to ensure the continuation of the Imperial line. Confident she will win, she is devastated when a mysterious contender named Reoth defeats her and claims not only the title of Champion, but claims Norelia as well. A misplaced note reveals Reoth and her father placed wagers on Reoth's ability to "tame" her, proving it was all a game after all.
When her father is killed in a surprise invasion, the Empire stands on the brink of war and Norelia is thrust into the center of it with Reoth, a man she'd sooner kill than trust. As Reoth admits knowledge regarding who is behind this invasion, can Norelia determine where his true allegiance lies before the Empire, and her heart, are destroyed forever?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes (including BDSM) and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
For the tenth time that afternoon, Norelia landed facedown in the dirt. She felt more than heard the guttural scream of frustration tear from her throat. “You want the impossible!”
Reoth just laughed. He always laughed at her. “The 'impossible' is what landed you on your pretty rump during our match at the Games. Do you wish to call it impossible, or do you wish to learn it and finally kill me?”
She spat sand out of her mouth, ignoring her skinned cheek and other numerous aches and stings. “I'll shove your mocking smile into the dirt.”
He laughed. “Then come get me, Princess.” He beckoned her with a mocking grin.
She came in low.
He dodged, smacking her rump as she flew past him. Squealing at the indignity, Norelia spun and hooked his foot with hers. He went face down. She caught one of his hands and feet, and trussed him with a move he'd shown her earlier.
“You begin to understand.”
The excitement and pride in his eyes was evident. Norelia found herself smiling back, and her hand lingered in his a moment longer as she helped him up.
For a moment it seemed he would use the physical contact to pull her close, and she felt the unmistakable power in the tension between wanting to pull away...and wanting to stay, wanting him to pull her close.
“So let's try this again.” All focused instructor once more, he turned away and Norelia felt her smile deflate. Sometimes he looked at her after a match and it did things to her. Something had happened in the last week to turn the shudder of revulsion in her middle into a quiver of...something else.
It pulled her, made her tremble, and there were times the nameless yearning made her physically ache inside. Three days now, she'd found herself asking for “just one more round.” Reoth's reply was always, “You may practice more with me, if that is what you want.”
She soon was giving almost as good as she got. A few of the bruises he sported were from her, she was proud to see. Sometimes when he pinned her, he would run his hand slowly up her shoulder to wrap around her throat. His hazel eyes held her immobile more than his holds did, which she now knew how to escape.
Knew how, but didn't.
When he let go of her, Norelia continued to lie where she was, staring up at him. “When your enemy is already defeated in their minds, it is a simple matter to make it come true. You can read it in their eyes, feel it in the passion of their fight. The harder they fight at the end, the more they are fighting their own fear of defeat.”
“And me?” she murmured. “Was I so easily defeated?”
Reoth looked down at her. His eyes traced the contours of her face. Finally, he shook his head. “No man could ever hope to truly defeat you.”
She allowed him this kind lie. “Then why did you come here?” Norelia trailed her fingertips down the sides of his face, across his brow, down his slightly crooked nose, across his lips. “I can't imagine you fearing anything.” It was a whisper.
He choked on a breath, then ripped her hands away from his face and pinned them back down above her head. His face was inches from hers. Time seemed to stretch into infinity. She no longer felt the hot, packed dirt beneath her, didn't hear the sounds of the stable yard in the distance, or the workers and servants and guards contributing to the ever-present din of the palace grounds. She didn't see the clouds above them, didn't notice the pain as Reoth held her wrists too tight in his hands. There was only his gaze, fighting something down within himself that struggled for release.
Again, something moved her. Unable to reach out to him, she lifted her face up to meet his. They touched noses, and he hissed a sharp intake of breath. Norelia could feel his breath, his lips so close to her own. All at once she was aware of just how big Reoth really was, how wide his shoulders compared to hers. How strong he was; so much stronger than she. He was an undeniable weight pinning her, pressing down atop her so she couldn't breathe. Every tight breath was filled with the scent of him and Norelia was soon intoxicated. Her bumps and scrapes and bruises from their fighting smarted, but she welcomed the pain. For some reason, every ache and throb made her even more aware of him.
He shifted his grip so he pinned her by the upper arms. His breath was hot against her ear and she gasped at the delicious chills that coursed through her. His arms felt like iron pinning her against him. Not that she was unwilling, strange as that was. She reached up just enough and ran her fingers along his forearms, feeling the hard strength of his muscles, so unyielding beneath soft fingertips.
“You're toying with me.” His voice was hard, coiled as taught as the rest of him. She could hear the slight strain in his voice, the strain that spoke of the primal male in him fighting to come to the fore. It was a familiar sound, but it took her completely by surprise to hear it in Reoth. From the way he'd been behaving toward her, she had believed he was unaffected by her and had taken it for granted he was like any other of her soldiers.
Wasn't he still her enemy? He wanted to possess her. They all did.
Reoth tightened his hold on her and she gasped. But not in fear, or surprise. This was excitement. By the gods, if only he could hold her against him like this! She closed her eyes and pressed into him, letting her head fall back.
What was wrong with her?
When she felt his lips softly brushing up and down her neck, her breath caught and she tilted her head to bare more skin for him. Her heart was slamming against her ribcage, and there was an ache deep inside her so strong it brought her close to whimpering.
So much for hard self-discipline.
“Is this what you wanted?” His sultry voice was a purr that melted her inside. He pressed himself against her, slowly rubbing until there was no denying his tension. The hard heat she felt was undeniable. Suddenly, violently, every part of her body from the palms of her hands to the place deep within ached to touch him. She pressed back against him, meeting the insistent pressure of his hips with insistence of her own. A throbbing heat polled in her groin, and it spread to the damp heat between her thighs.
Her heart was racing. No! No no no...
“Right here in the dirt, Princess? You never struck me as common.” His voice was tense, low.
Yet even as her body trembled with a sudden need against which she had believed herself immune, panic began to build in her chest. It was hard to breathe, and harder still with Reoth so close. He ground his hips into hers and the hardness of him made her groan. Dear gods, what had she done?
What was happening to her?
He clutched her at her, and she winced. His voice darkened. “This will be my only warning. Don't ever entice me with your lies unless you're willing to deal with the consequences. I know you still call me your enemy.” And just like that, he was gone, and it was over. She felt cold without his strength and heat, and she felt strangely vulnerable without him there.
What was happening?
About the Author
For as long as she can remember, Delena Silverfox has always loved writing more than anything. When she was three she taught herself how to read with alphabet magnets and her trusty Speak n' Spell, but it was when she realized she could use those same words to share what was in her imagination that the magic took hold.
She pursued an English/Creative Writing degree in college, but after seeing so many friends lose their passion in school, she changed her major to Psychology and pursued writing on her own. At 21, she moved to Portland, OR where she spent the next eleven years, and considers that the city where she truly "grew up," as it influenced so much of who she is today as a person and an author.
She discovered an affinity for erotic romance after getting to know the underground BDSM community and trying her hand at adding a few elements into her romance writing. What she encountered was, to her, overwhelming encouragement to seek publication. Without that support, she would still be writing serial installments on BDSM forums.
Delena lives in Indianapolis, IN with her daughter, husband, and a klutzy cat named Pícaro. When she's not writing, she's working on finishing up her Psych degree, cooking, making crafts with her daughter, or sewing and crocheting.
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