learn the basics, it was going to be a long time until he’d mastered fighting against all the weapons in her arsenal. He’d been grudgingly impressed when she’d shown him her stock. Every type of weapon from every era and country on Earth. Throwing stars, maces, staffs. Hell, she even had a rifle with a bayonet.
He almost lost his balance when her sword nicked his cheek.
“Pay. Attention.”
Biting his lip to keep from smiling, he swung his sword in an upward arch, which she easily blocked. He’d worried about using real weapons at first. Had pulled his punches, so to speak. Until he realized she was hitting him full blast, and that she could easily block anything he threw her way.
He’d often wondered those first couple weeks whether she was trying to kill him. But the few times he’d let his guard slip, she stopped faster than he would have believed possible, inches from gutting him or slicing his throat. Her control awed him and scared him at the same time. Would she ever believe he could hold his own?
Not for a while. Years, maybe. The thought should have depressed him. Made him despair. Oddly enough, he wasn’t unhappy at all. In fact, for the first time in his life, he felt…right.
It had taken him a while to figure out why. This woman…harpy…whatever, had not only given him a chance to prove himself, but in training him, she’d given him a purpose. A noble one at that. It had been a long time since he’d had a purpose worth fighting for. Maybe never. Learning how to protect the shard, the duty he’d neglected–fighting for the right to carry on with that burden–well, he could be proud of that.
That was the crux of it. Kalindra had given him pride in himself. The greatest gift he’d ever received. And he wasn’t sure he was ready to go out on his own. This place no longer seemed to be the prison he’d once thought it. Staying here no longer seemed as bad as it once had. He had a lot of training left to do.
And there were a lot worse people to spend his time with.
He blocked another couple attacks from Kalindra, admiring the strength and beauty in her movements. His heart sped up, and it had nothing to do with physical exertion.
She pulled at him. Exposed his protective instincts while at the same time, made him realize she could take care of herself. He admired her skills. Here was a capable woman, who needed no one. If anything, he needed her.
But even knowing all of that, he still felt the need to protect her. To be strong for her. To be the warrior she believed he could be.
Her breasts swayed as she lunged, drawing his gaze. He lifted his sword to block her attack, but not fast enough. At the last moment, Kali spun away, falling into him in an effort to not take his head off. Suddenly, his arms were full of supple female. Hard and soft at the same time. Her breast brushed the inside of his arm as she struggled with her balance, and Cameron had to bite his lip to keep from moaning out loud.
If he moved his hand just a little to the right… Ah, there it was. Her breast slipped into his palm.
Her nipple hardened under his touch. Now wasn’t that interesting? He slid his thumb over the peak, and felt her breath catch before she shoved away from him.
“Damn it. I could’ve killed you. You have to pay attention!” But the tension of her posture felt more sexual than angry.
“Oh, I’m paying attention.”
Awareness flashed in her eyes. Then she lunged. Her blows had more force than before. Fighting him? Or the attraction buzzing between them?
He wouldn’t let her back away from her feelings. Now, he knew the truth. Everything he’d felt the past month wasn’t as one-sided as she’d led him to believe.
Blocking another blow, he used the moment to spin her around, and pulled her back against his front.
“Close attention,” he whispered in her ear, letting her feel the size of his erection. She fit against him perfectly. Her pert ass cradling his length.
Her elbow made
He almost lost his balance when her sword nicked his cheek.
“Pay. Attention.”
Biting his lip to keep from smiling, he swung his sword in an upward arch, which she easily blocked. He’d worried about using real weapons at first. Had pulled his punches, so to speak. Until he realized she was hitting him full blast, and that she could easily block anything he threw her way.
He’d often wondered those first couple weeks whether she was trying to kill him. But the few times he’d let his guard slip, she stopped faster than he would have believed possible, inches from gutting him or slicing his throat. Her control awed him and scared him at the same time. Would she ever believe he could hold his own?
Not for a while. Years, maybe. The thought should have depressed him. Made him despair. Oddly enough, he wasn’t unhappy at all. In fact, for the first time in his life, he felt…right.
It had taken him a while to figure out why. This woman…harpy…whatever, had not only given him a chance to prove himself, but in training him, she’d given him a purpose. A noble one at that. It had been a long time since he’d had a purpose worth fighting for. Maybe never. Learning how to protect the shard, the duty he’d neglected–fighting for the right to carry on with that burden–well, he could be proud of that.
That was the crux of it. Kalindra had given him pride in himself. The greatest gift he’d ever received. And he wasn’t sure he was ready to go out on his own. This place no longer seemed to be the prison he’d once thought it. Staying here no longer seemed as bad as it once had. He had a lot of training left to do.
And there were a lot worse people to spend his time with.
He blocked another couple attacks from Kalindra, admiring the strength and beauty in her movements. His heart sped up, and it had nothing to do with physical exertion.
She pulled at him. Exposed his protective instincts while at the same time, made him realize she could take care of herself. He admired her skills. Here was a capable woman, who needed no one. If anything, he needed her.
But even knowing all of that, he still felt the need to protect her. To be strong for her. To be the warrior she believed he could be.
Her breasts swayed as she lunged, drawing his gaze. He lifted his sword to block her attack, but not fast enough. At the last moment, Kali spun away, falling into him in an effort to not take his head off. Suddenly, his arms were full of supple female. Hard and soft at the same time. Her breast brushed the inside of his arm as she struggled with her balance, and Cameron had to bite his lip to keep from moaning out loud.
If he moved his hand just a little to the right… Ah, there it was. Her breast slipped into his palm.
Her nipple hardened under his touch. Now wasn’t that interesting? He slid his thumb over the peak, and felt her breath catch before she shoved away from him.
“Damn it. I could’ve killed you. You have to pay attention!” But the tension of her posture felt more sexual than angry.
“Oh, I’m paying attention.”
Awareness flashed in her eyes. Then she lunged. Her blows had more force than before. Fighting him? Or the attraction buzzing between them?
He wouldn’t let her back away from her feelings. Now, he knew the truth. Everything he’d felt the past month wasn’t as one-sided as she’d led him to believe.
Blocking another blow, he used the moment to spin her around, and pulled her back against his front.
“Close attention,” he whispered in her ear, letting her feel the size of his erection. She fit against him perfectly. Her pert ass cradling his length.
Her elbow made
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