Alejandro's Sorceress(24)

Alaric nodded. “There is magic in the world even older than Atlantis. The magic that infuses a guardian who has survived trial by fire and blood. This is what burns inside you, Alejandro.”
Alejandro sighed, his shoulders slumping, and Rose wanted nothing more than to hold him, right at that moment. Maybe forever.
“I’m tired of the darkness, my friend,” Alejandro said. “I find myself wishing for sunshine and peace.”
“I think you have found her, as I found my own Quinn, although I wonder what she would say if she heard me refer to her as sunshine,” Alaric said, a smile slowly curving his lips.
Rose had to admit the high priest was totally gorgeous, in a “scary, hot guy you meet in your nightmares” kind of way, when he wasn’t being an arrogant ass. All three of the Atlanteans had been hunky males of the supreme alpha variety, just like Alejandro.
She glanced at her P-Ops agent and amended the thought. Well, not nearly as beautiful as Alejandro.
“Thank you again--”
“He’s gone,” Alejandro said. “He doesn’t like long goodbyes. Or, actually, any goodbyes.”
Rose nodded. “I--”
He yanked her to him and swallowed whatever she’d been about to say with his mouth, taking hers in a long, hard, almost brutal kiss. She was helplessly clutching his shoulders by the time he raised his head.
“If you ever look at another man that way, I might have to shoot him,” he warned, his dark eyes heating up. “And as you just heard, I never miss.”
Rose was, for maybe the first time in forever, speechless. “You—I—you—You are a complete ass,” she finally sputtered.
He shrugged, and in that moment he was every inch the arrogant male predator that she’d avoided all her life. She didn’t understand why it seared a bolt of red-hot desire straight through her, but it did. Oh, yeah. It certainly did.
He leaned in close, and she had to clamp her lips shut to keep from kissing him again.
“Maybe,” he said. “But I’m tired of fighting it. I’ve never felt like this about anybody in my entire life. So, yeah, I’m a complete ass. But I’m your complete ass. Deal with it.”#p#分页标题#e#
She did the rational, adult thing. She was Rational Rose, right?
She bolted.
    







 
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CHAPTER 14
When she turned and ran, Alejandro thought about surrendering. Hadn't the world gone to hell enough in the past eleven years, now that vampires, shape-shifters, and witches were all real? Maybe Rose Cardinal was too much for him, and he should simply raise the white flag, lie down, and surrender.
Except, he wasn't the surrendering kind.
He took a moment to enjoy the fierce rush of anticipation, and then he exploded out of his casual stance into a flat-out run, never slowing for a second as he caught up to Rose just around the side of the house, lifted her up, and threw her over his shoulder. Then he kept running, ignoring her shouts and the feel of her fists pounding on his back.
“Now,” he said grimly. “We are going to have a little talk.”
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Rose couldn't believe it. The overbearing, arrogant, possessive, absolutely too . . . too . . . male man had thrown her over his shoulder. As if he were a primitive warrior claiming his captured princess.
Well, this princess was a witch, and it was about time he learned that in a much more up-close-and-personal manner. She narrowed her eyes as he turned left, into the entrance of the park near her house, and she cast a little spell. The tiniest of spells, really.
She made his pants disappear.
He stumbled to a halt, swearing a blistering streak of words in a string of English, Spanish, and maybe even something else, and dumped her none-too-gently on her butt on the grass. This meant that her view, front and center, was of the bountiful goodness that the goddess had graced him with, and she hadn't even planned it that way.
And from this angle, she could tell that at least part of him was definitely happy to see her. Luckily, the park was officially closed until ten, and her neighbors were rule followers, so the slight worry that a child would get the shock of a lifetime was fleeting.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she tried to ignore the thudding of her heart. Yes, he was incredibly hot, damn him. All broad shoulders, amazing rippling muscles, and dark, dangerous eyes. She tried to be mature and keep her eyes off the hard curves of his massive thigh muscles--and what stood so proudly between them--but she was having a very hard time of it.