I don’t need any fucking reminders! Go trust Lord Templeton and his fiery temper! The Leader Virtus Saga BDSM excerpt

When Prince Duncan Caldwell becomes Leader of the High Council, he expects his two lovers to be at his side as the newly appointed council members. But if one returns to him after a winter spent with his family at Fair Haven, the other lies helpless and trapped inside Virtus’s bloody nightmares. And there’s no way to wake her, no way even the most powerful healer, Lord Christopher Templeton, can reach her. Still, the leader needs her. Not just because she’s the key to unraveling the mystery of Virtus and of a world where all violence becomes sex. Because Ylianor Meyer is his and Chris’s slave, so she belongs to them like no other person ever will. That’s why Prince Duncan Caldwell will do everything in his power to keep her and will never allow anything or anyone to take her away from him!

That’s just the beginning of Book 4 of the Virtus Saga, where nothing is as it seems, not since soul mates Prince Duncan Caldwell and Lord Christopher Templeton share a love that is unrivaled until a fateful knock on Ylianor Meyer’s dilapidated shack changes everything forever. This book picks up right where Book 3, The Festival, Book 2, The Game, and Book 1, The Sex, leave off and escalates it all—the love and the responsibilities, but also the threat and the commitments. Mostly the unique connection laced with a jealousy and violence that are unknown to their world. Because this isn’t just another erotic dark fantasy series. This is the making of a trio. Of three remarkable characters that have to overcome their uncontrollable lust to face the truth about themselves and their planet, in order to defeat the darkness about to devour them. To be as one whilst three! That’s their real challenge. Because, if they can’t learn to share power and love in equal measures, how will they be able to ensure their world’s survival?

“Yes, darling, don’t worry,” Ylianor cooed softly in Jeff’s direction as she went off behind Chris. “It’s just a dance.”

“All right.” Evidently realizing he was unable to stop her, Macy nodded dejectedly. “I’ll see you later.”

“Darling?” Leading Ylianor away, Chris’s tone sounded mocking. “What was that all about?”

“Don’t ask.” Nervously, she brushed a loose strand of hair from her face. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“You looked like you needed it.” His lips curved in a sarcastic twist. “And my…gentleman conscience wouldn’t let me ignore it.”

“Too gracious, Lord Templeton.” Making a show of it, she bowed deeply. “I’m forever in your debt.”

“For far more than you’ll ever imagine, Lady Caldwell,” he continued the tease as they reached the door.

Having passed the dance floor on her way in, she headed to the opposite side.

“Hey!” Quick to grab her, Chris jerked her back. “Where are you going?” Then he shoved her in the right direction. “The dance floor is that way.”

“I thought it was just an excuse to get me away from Jeff, not that…” You’d actually want to dance with me.

“So what if I did? Dance with you I mean?” He scoffed, “Unlike your darling Jeff, I like to be unpredictable.” With a firm hold, he guided her toward the dance floor. “What was he so anxious to tell you anyway?”

“That he wants to pledge to me.” She made it sound like the most fantastic thing ever happened to her.

“So you’ve hardly become a Caldwell, you’ve already received two proposals.” Pretend as he tried to look busy finding his way around the intricate maze, she caught the jealous note in his voice. “Pray do tell and forgive my curiosity.” This time he stopped to send her a fiery glance, very interested blue-gray eyes searching her face. “Will this proposal receive better consideration than the poor fool who asked you first?” Then as though it did not matter, he resumed his careful tread from room to room. “I sincerely hope so, ‘cause it’s about time you get the heck out of my life and his.”

“Sorry, won’t happen any time soon,” she retorted hotly to his malicious tone. “He happens to want me—”

“Shut up!” Turning around in one elegant swirl, the demon smashed her to a wall, his weight holding her in place. “I don’t need any fucking reminders.” He thrust harder to hurt her on purpose. “Not when I haven’t made up my mind whether I’d rather fuck your brains out or slice you into a million pieces.” Shifting moods, now in between anger and arousal, his tongue circled her ear. “But I’d still give anything to have you gone from my life and his, if I could just stop wanting you so fucking much.” Yanking her hair, she had no choice besides tilting her face closer to his. “And it’s driving me crazy…” His lips were so very near, almost brushing hers as the stirring bulge dug in her stomach. “But I won’t fall for it.” His fury returned as hot as before, if not more. “And since it must be a damn enchantment, it’s not going to get you anywhere except out of our bed.” He breathed the words slowly, threateningly. “Just remember, if you want to play the witch, I have a few tricks of my own.” Then, instead of releasing her as she expected, he dragged her to the dance floor, a very secluded corner of it, and trapped her tightly between his arms.

So his indifference is just an act. Her heart reeled in triumph. I touch him far deeper than he ever leads on.

“No use gloating.” The blue-gray eyes blazed in retaliation. “Whatever your spells, I don’t want you.”

“But—”

“What’s the part of I don’t want you that you can’t understand?” Snatching back her hair, he jerked it until her face snapped upward. “You’ll just have to live with it.” He snarled softly. “And I sorely advise you start right now, if you don’t want to get me angrier than I already am about this…” In a dance-like sway, he cornered his back to the wall, so had a full view of the large chamber. “Charade,” he spat revolted. “All these people drooling over him, the great leader, and most have no idea who he is—”

“But they’ll know what a despicable bastard you are.” She sneered, struggling to get free without much success.

“Not from your lips they won’t.” Bending, he bit her neck with deliberate cruelty. “Or have you forgotten you’re in sore need of friends at the Hall?”

“Better alone than with the likes of you!”

“Sleeping beauty…sleeping beauty…” He shook his head in mock despair, keeping his tone deceptively smooth. “When will you ever learn to show some respect?” This time retaliation was more brutal as he pressed her back in the corner and sank a knife in her side before she realized he had actually taken it out. “As the leader’s phase mate, I’ll be the most sought after man of the entire Hall, and that means real power.”

“Was that why you gave your ass to Arthur so often?” Ylianor scoffed maliciously. “For the power? Or was it to forget he dumped you without any regrets—”

“As I said, you never learn.” Hidden from prying eyes, the incision hurt more this time, the sharp metal penetrating deeper as it ran down her thigh. “That he regretted it is quite obvious by his turn-around. As for Arthur, unlike you, dearie, I can let someone fill my ass without having any feelings for him.”

“I don’t—”

“Sure, say that to your precious David or to poor Jeff, sulking over there in the corner, still thinking he’s earned your love only because you were his slave for an hour during the Game.”

Damn! How does he always manage to bait me so that it hurts the most? “I don’t care about either,” she lied.

“You’ve never been a good liar.” Twisting around to shove her back against the wall again, he covered the knife from view to make it work on her neck. “And you certainly haven’t started now.”

“I don’t see why I should bother telling you the truth.”

“Because you are a slave—”

“Certainly not yours!”

“Really?” Switching hand, he ran the blade on her other side. “Funny, because at Brickstone I heard otherwise.”

And he had, damn him again.

“Glad we agree at least on one thing.” The slow smile of satisfaction spreading on his lips made her wish she could scratch it off. “And don’t worry. I can’t stand you either. All I crave right now is my lover’s hard cock ramming my ass and mouth, until I forget everything about this freak show.” Chris tightened his hold. “And no, you’re not invited.”

“Ha, as if I’d care to join you—”

“Of course, you do, which makes it more delicious you won’t.” From the sadistic twist of the lip, she knew he was enjoying it immensely. “Now call him—”

“But the celebration is still in full swing—”

“I want him now.” The pointed tip dipped dangerously, reminding Ylianor she was in no position to argue. “And fast, too, or I might end this intriguing game and turn it into a real thing.” The curve on his lips deepened into an ugly snarl. “Then simply forget to
heal you.”

Frightening enough, there was no trace of rage, none of fury, only a calmness that immediately told her the demon was not joking, not at all. In fact, the bloody knife pressing under her chin, too close for comfort, reminded her of the first time he had cut her up and not because of any game. If she added this to David’s mix up at the Nephis Valley, there was no doubt in her mind he would do it. So she stiffened, swallowed hard. And faced him suppressing even the slightest trace of challenge. Then she summoned her beloved prince.