Valiant Heart by Angela Addams Read Free Book Online Page B

pump slowly. My thoughts returned to how he’d thrust into me, stretching me with his impressive cock.
    If I could have him without strings…
    I moaned at the thought, circling my clit once again, alternating from one nipple to the next as I pictured him with me, hands all over, dick embedded, rocking me hard and fast, unyielding to my cries. I came with a low groan, my orgasm rolling out in one long wave that went on forever.
    God, what had that man done to me? Why was he so damn addictive?
    The door of the room opened softly, light from the hall streaming in for a brief moment. I breathed in the familiar scent, smiled and pulled my fingers out of my panties. Moments later, the weight on the bed shifted and the covers pulled away from me, to be replaced by a warm soft body.
    â€œYou’re not participating in the festivities?” I murmured with a smile as I turned to my side.
    â€œI got my fill. No need to linger,” Greer whispered as she lifted her arms to cradle her head. “So, you almost got bonded, huh?”
    â€œAlmost.” I sighed, my heart hammering at the memory. “Following your orders. You used Talia’s powers on me, Greer. It was unfair.”
    Greer chuckled as she propped herself up on her elbow. Her eyes were in line with mine, sparkling with mischievous delight as they always did. “I didn’t mean to do that. You know how it is when I siphon powers like that. Takes me a bit to figure out how they work. Either way though—” she tapped my nose with her finger “—you might want to consider it.”
    I jolted at her words, blinking hard as I shifted away from her slightly. “What? You can’t be serious!”
    Her lips curled into a devilish smile. “You would gain the ability to command Huntresses, an asset that the Queen would prize. You’d be the leader you’ve always craved to be.”
    And the allure of that was something I so desperately wanted to taste. I burned for leadership. I wanted to command my own teams of powerful warriors. But… “I would lose myself to him, Greer.” My voice was husky, pent up emotion there, anger at the suggestion, revolt, embarrassment at the admission. He weakened me. My body was still vibrating from my orgasm…a release achieved on a fantasy of him.
    â€œYou don’t belong to anyone, Ariana. To thy own self be true. I have never doubted your loyalty to the tribe. No bond will put that asunder.”
    I shuddered at her words, a mockery of the ones in the vow. I doubted her wisdom in this. Maybe she didn’t remember what it felt like to be bonded. Her wounds were so old she must not recall the power of the bond.
    â€œI don’t think…”
    Greer sighed as she rolled to her back, arms once again up to cradle her head. “It’s just a suggestion. You do what you need to do.”
    â€œThe pull I feel toward him, it’s dangerous. I fear what the bond will do.”
    â€œIt’s only as powerful as you let it be, sister. Trust me. I’ve had centuries to think on it.”
    Greer was right. Her experience trumped anything I felt. Her immortality had held despite the fact that both her Hunter and her wolf were dead. She was hundreds of years old, and powerful beyond anything I’d ever experience in another Huntress—besides, of course, the Queen herself.
    Greer was a hardened warrior who had been one of the founding Huntresses, establishing Amazon North with Queen Valentina when the chaos had settled and the witch burnings had ceased. They shared a gruesome story of betrayal, Greer and our Queen, one which made them both enemies to their Hunters and vice versa.
    She had had a reason to sever the bond—had been justified in killing her torturer, her Hunter. I did not. Lance was an innocent man who believed so wholly in the bond that my best path would have to be avoidance. Despite the lure of power and leadership, there was no way I