Barbarian Prince by Kaitlyn O'Connor Read Free Book Online

shoulder, retrieved his sword where he’d dropped it in the dirt, threw a triumphant glance in Monica’s direction, and turned back toward his ship.

    Despite his reservations about the trip, Drak felt his pulse rate shoot upward as they cleared the cloud cover and spotted the village below them.
    Part of this, naturally enough, was relief that the ship had held together for the duration of the trip and anxiety about whether or not their pilot would be able to set the damned tooth rattling thing down on the ground in one piece.
    His hunting/mating instincts were also fully aroused, however, by the time the ship had settled with a hard jolt firmly on the ground. Grabbing their swords in case they met resistance in the form of rogue males or determined female warriors, they lowered the gangplank and Drak led the charge to claim a mate.
    Almost the moment he stepped into the opening, movement caught his eye. More specifically, this was the fragile pair of females fleeing past the ship and headed in a completely different direction than any of the other villagers.
    Because they clearly weren’t villagers.
    They did not, in point of fact, look like they belonged to any of the tribes he was familiar with. Beyond their coloring, which instantly leapt out at him, they were far too slight in stature to belong to any tribe he was familiar with.
    Despite their size, however, they were certainly adults not children.
    Because his gaze was immediately drawn to what was very definitely a generous pair of breasts churning frantically against the tops of their shifts twice as fast as their feet were churning up the dust.
    The one that immediately snagged his attention, though, had the hair of a flaxen and pale skin unlike any tribe he had ever known.
    He couldn’t see well enough to tell if she had a lovely face, but that was immaterial when he could see that she had a lovely body. And she was amazingly fleet of foot and agile! He was within inches of snagging a handful of the flapping shift she was wearing when she dove toward the ground to elude him and damned near succeeded in getting completely away since her impetus in conjunction with the incline of the hill was sufficient to send her into a swift glide! Loathe though he was to follow suit, he could see she was going to escape him if he didn’t and he finally dropped his sword—which he would never have done under any other circumstance—and launched himself at her, trying to catch her and still prevent his entire weight from landing on her.
    She very nearly slipped away from him because of that maneuver, but he did manage to halt her flight.
    Which was when her companion whirled and flew at him like a wild turant , pecking at his head and shoulders with her tiny fists until he had, perforce, to shove her off before she could inflict some actual damage besides giving him a pounding headache.
    Then, when he got up and lifted his ‘prize’ from the dirt, the tiny woman he’d captured stunned him by calling him every foul name she could lay tongue to and launching herself at him as if she actually stood a chance of taking him down!
    Apparently, she thought she was a warrior, despite the fact that she didn’t have either the stature to take on an experienced warrior like himself or the skills.
    Clearly, he needed to subdue her before she could harm herself trying to pound him into the dirt and piss him off at the same time.
    He thought, given the fact that she was, beyond any doubt, not a member of any tribe he had ever encountered, he was probably as surprised as she was that the mating enchantment actually worked.
    Actually, it worked far better than he was accustomed to and that was nearly as stunning as her counterattack. It went well beyond merely subduing her—which was the most effect it had ever had before in his experience.
    When he had caught her at the scruff of her neck and dragged her close enough to capture her lips beneath his, she went so limp he had to hold her