"Knight, Angela - (Magerverse 01) - Seduction's gift" - читать интересную книгу автора (Knight Angela)

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to fight." Grace went
after him again, hacking at his head, watching those powerful arms
lift his weapon to beat hers effortlessly away. She licked her
lips, admiring the sheen of torchlight on his oiled skin. "So
let's fight."

"Actually," he gritted, blocking another attack with a
ringing parry, "the operative word in my challenge was
`fuck.'"

Well, they might get around to that, too. Eventually. But all she
wanted right now was to burn off some of the rage roiling in her
belly, wipe out her galling helplessness with a good brawl. And
Lance could give it to her without getting hurt. She didn't have
to hold back. With a happy growl, she banged her blade into his,
enjoying the hard impact of steel on steel as he parried with no
particular effort.

Apparently realizing she needed to work off her anger before he
attempted the seduction he had in mind, Lance circled her, testing
her guard with flicks of his sword. Still, it was obvious what his
primary objective was, just from the hunger in those sherry eyes as
he watched her breasts bounce in the cups of her top. A smile of
sensual anticipation curled his lips. She knew she was no real
contest for him. He could end it in a dozen ways, either through
sheer vampire muscle or his overwhelming experience in gutter fights
spanning the sixteen centuries. And when he did....

Grace felt her nipples harden and rasp against the rough hide of her
bra.

Common sense told her she should throw down her sword and cry off
before he claimed his inevitable prize. Each time that big cock
pumped inside her brought her that much closer to the Gift.

But just as that shaft of sanity penetrated her reckless mood, she
saw Lance's gaze sharpen. Predator that he was, he had no
intention of letting her get away.

He began stalking her. It seemed his every move became a dance of
seduction, muscle rippling under gleaming, oiled skin. When she
inhaled, her lungs filled with the hot scent of leather and Magus.
And her Lineage body responded just as he intended, growing so wet
and ready she was tempted to drop the sword and surrender to
whatever he wanted to do to her.

Instead she lunged at him, refusing to yield, either to her hunger
or her common sense. Her sword slammed against his, skated down the
length of it until Grace was nose to nose with him. "You do know
what I'm going to do to you when I get tired of this?" He