Pride of the Lion: Hades' Carnival, Book 3 (7 page)

She dug her fingers into his carved mane for support. There were no handles for her to hold, which was weird for a carnival ride. Maybe it had been modified to be more of a showpiece than an actual working carousel. That made more sense than to believe it had never had handles.

“How does it feel?” Luna asked.

Araminta glanced toward Luna, but could no longer see her. The direct spotlight was making it difficult to see more than a few feet into the darkness. “Wonderful.”

Now that was an understatement. She might be a writer, but at the moment, she was at a loss for words. Her thighs were wrapped tight around the lion’s flanks and her hands gripped his mane. He might be an inanimate object, carved from wood instead of a flesh and blood animal, but he felt alive beneath her in a way she couldn’t begin to explain.

She almost expected him to tilt back his huge head and roar, letting the world know that the king of the jungle was alive and well. She must be really tired to have such loopy thoughts. It was time for her to leave.

Araminta wished she could take the lion home with her and put him in the corner of her living room, but that wasn’t going to happen. He was such an incredible creature, surely his auction value had to be more than she could afford. Maybe she could sneak back down tomorrow morning with her camera and take a few photos before she left. Having them would certainly help with her next book.

“Thank you for the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Luna. I appreciate it.” She started to slide off the lion’s back but stopped when the carousel lurched and began to move. “What’s happening?” Araminta was shocked the ride still worked considering how neglected it appeared. She dug her heels into the lion and held on to his thick neck.

Music filled the space, starting low and getting louder with each passing second. The notes were wheezy and slow at first, but quickly picked up speed. The tune wasn’t one she knew, but was the generic carnival music that seemed to go with this kind of ride.

“This really isn’t safe. I should get off now.” She was starting to get dizzy. The ride seemed to be picking up speed as it went. Araminta was afraid to try to climb off the lion’s back while the carousel was moving. With the fitted skirt of her dress and high heels making it difficult to maneuver, she’d be sure to fall.

“It’s much too late for that.” Luna stepped closer to the whirling ride, her face a blur as Araminta went round and round. And Luna was no longer alone. Rick the bartender was standing beside her, as were all the event staff and many of the participants from the conference.

“I don’t understand,” Araminta cried. None of this made any sense. Why were they just standing there watching her? Her heart raced and her breathing came faster with each spin of the carousel, in spite of her efforts to remain calm. “Turn off the ride. Pull the plug,” she yelled above the din of the music.

Luna laughed and the shrill sound sent a shiver down Araminta’s spine. It was filled with malice and anger. “It’s not plugged in. The ride will only start for the right woman.”

Their faces were nothing more than a blur of light and color as the carousel spun faster and faster with each rotation. The lights flickered like a strobe. It was disorienting, and she leaned forward and wrapped her arms tight around the lion’s neck to keep from falling. At this speed, if she fell she would be seriously injured.

“Why are you doing this?” She couldn’t understand why this was happening, why they were standing there watching her.

“Why?” Luna moved closer and her appearance seemed changed. No, that wasn’t quite right. It was skewed, as though a mask she’d been wearing had slid off, leaving her real face exposed. Her skin was leathery, her hair stringy and lank. But it was her eyes that made Araminta’s stomach turn. Her eyes were glowing a fiery red, like the depths of Hell.

It had to be a trick of the lights and the speed at which she was revolving. Or maybe it was a dream. That’s what this was. Had to be. She’d already made it to her room and was asleep having a nightmare.

That should have comforted her, but it didn’t. Maybe it would when she finally woke up safe and sound in bed, but this felt all too real. Wind buffeted her body and face as the ride continued its mad spin. Luna and the others began chanting something, words she couldn’t understand. The lights began to flicker even more and she had to close her eyes against them. They were disorienting her and she was terrified of falling.

She clung to the lion, digging fingers into the carved wooden form, her thighs clenched tight around the animal’s flanks. She gasped when the wood beneath her gave way to solid muscle, sinew and bone. The beast was coming alive and she was riding him. She was so screwed.

Her fingers tangled in a thick mane and not inanimate wood. Her thighs gripped warm flesh and solid muscle. “Wake up. Wake up.” If she could wake herself up from this living nightmare she would be safe.

The lion tilted his head back and roared. The sound echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls. Luna laughed while the others continued to chant. Araminta screamed as the lion crouched on his haunches and suddenly sprang forward. She felt herself slipping.

Then everything went black.

Araminta opened her eyes and gasped. It was dark and she had no idea where she was. Her entire body was trembling with a combination of fear and cold. A bead of sweat rolled down her spine and her heart pounded at her ribcage as though it wanted out.

Where was she? And what had happened? She blinked and looked around. She wasn’t home. She could make out the shape of a television directly across from the bed and a small table and two chairs in the corner.

The hotel. Relief hit her with the force of a sledgehammer. She was still at the hotel in her room. And there was light coming in through the window. Not a lot, but enough from the streetlamps for her to see the shape of the furniture in the room.

“I’ve got you.” A sleepy male voice beside her gave her a jolt. Before she could move, a heavily muscled arm wrapped around her and pulled her down beside him. The fact she was on a bed registered in her racing mind. And she was with a man.

Was it Rick from the bar? Had she decided to meet him after all? Had he slipped something into her drink? She’d read about that kind of thing happening to women when they met strange men in bars.

He nuzzled the top of her head and soft hair stroked her bare shoulder. She sat upright so fast she smacked her head off the bottom of his chin. He gave an
oomph
and grabbed her before she could lunge off the bed.

“Where are you going?”

Her eyes widened as she stared at the large man sprawled out in her bed. He wasn’t Rick from the bar.

“I’m naked.” She was totally scandalized. How had this happened?

“I know,” came his satisfied reply.

She kept the sheet pulled over her and some space between them even as he managed to maneuver her back down beside him. He wasn’t hurting her, but his grip was like iron.

“Who are you?” God, had she ever been this embarrassed in her life? She was naked in bed with a complete stranger, which might be okay in a dream, but was definitely not okay in real life. That gave her pause. Maybe she was dreaming again. Maybe this was nothing more than a continuation of the carousel dream. It was too confusing to figure out.

“I am Leander. Who are you?”

His name sounded exotic and mysterious, much like the man. She couldn’t place his accent, but it was sexy as all get out. “Araminta Davidson.”

“Araminta.” He said her name slowly, as though he was savoring the sound. “A beautiful name. I like it.”

This was truly the most bizarre experience of her life. She was exchanging names with a man she was naked with. “Umm, how did we get here?” She had to remain calm and use her head. Whatever this situation was, she could get out of it with her dignity intact.

The light from the window was enough for her to see one broad shoulder shrug. “I’m not sure.” He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her toward him. His breath was warm on her lips. “But I do know that you set me free. Thank you.”

Before she could ask him what he was talking about, he leaned down and kissed her. And oh, what a kiss it was. His lips were warm and firm against hers. He took his time, caressing and nibbling his way across her lower and then her upper lip. He traced his tongue along the seam of her mouth and she parted it on a gasp. He took advantage and made several quick forays that left her wanting more.

Her tongue touched his and he groaned. Liquid fire shot through her entire body, leaving her breasts swollen and tender and her sex aching. He tilted her head to one side for a better angle and deepened the caress.

Araminta had only been kissed like this once before in her life—in her dream last night. It was all consuming and went on and on. Leander took his time, making her feel as though there was nothing he’d rather do but kiss her.

It was intoxicating and seductive.

She gripped his shoulders, anchoring herself to him. He didn’t need to be standing for her to know he was a big man. Muscular too.

It was her fantasy man, which meant he wasn’t real. Disappointment shot through her. She was dreaming again.

He eased back from their kiss. “What’s wrong?” He sprinkled soft kisses on her chin and across her cheeks.

The fact that he’d sensed the change in her was concrete proof that the guy wasn’t real. What man broke away from physical contact with a naked woman to ask her what was wrong? None that she’d ever met, that’s for sure.

“You’re not real. You’re nothing more than a figment of my imagination.” And that was a stupid thing to say, but she really wasn’t thinking clearly at the moment. Between the dizzying carousel ride and the mind-altering kiss, it was a wonder she could string two words together.

“If I’m not real then you won’t mind if I do this, will you?” He trailed his lips over her jawline and up to her ear. He rasped his tongue over the whorl of her ear, making her shiver. Goose bumps trailed down her arms and over her legs, and she clenched her thighs together over the growing ache. Pure need shot through her. Dream or real, she wanted this man.

“You are so beautiful.” He whispered the words, his breath warm against her ear, and then captured her lobe between his teeth and carefully nipped. She dug her fingernails into his skin, an erotic punishment. He groaned and shifted so she was flat on her back with him on his side looming over her.

She should have been scared to death. After all, she was completely at the mercy of a man she didn’t even know. She would have been terrified if this was real. But it wasn’t. Nothing made sense, but she felt totally safe in his arms, absolutely free to give herself to him.

Araminta tunneled her fingers into his amazing hair, wishing she could see what color it was. It fell around his shoulders like a silky cloud and each strand was an erotic caress between her fingers. It was as soft as she remembered.

He groaned and tilted his head so she could reach more of it. The movement reminded her of Percy. Her cat did like getting his head scratched and so, it seemed, did Leander.

She couldn’t see the color of his eyes, but she could make out most of his features now that her eyes had adjusted to the light. His face was strong lines and angles, more rugged than handsome. His nose was flat and broad, his jaw sturdy. His was the epitome of masculinity.

Something hard and thick pressed against her side and she knew he was aroused. Instead of worrying her, it made her feel powerful, feminine. This incredible man wanted her. Maybe he wasn’t real, but so what? The dream seemed real enough and there was nothing wrong with taking what she wanted if it was all in her mind.

Her imagination had always been vivid, but she could hardly believe she’d conjured up a man as incredibly appealing as Leander. There was something about him that tugged on her emotions. Made her feel as though she knew him even though they’d never met before.

He propped his head up on one hand and stared down at her. Even through the faint light from the window, she could make out the intensity of his gaze. He traced his fingers over her lips and she opened her mouth, touching the tips with her tongue. His cock flexed against her side and her pussy spasmed.

He sucked in a breath, his chest expanding. He continued to study her face, running his fingers over her cheekbones, down her nose and across her forehead. She should have felt self-conscious, but for some reason didn’t. Leander seemed utterly enthralled with her and, if that wasn’t a turn-on, she didn’t know what was.

He reached for the sheet that was still between them and slowly pulled it down, exposing her breasts to his view. A low rumbling sound, much like a purr, came from deep in his chest. “You are exquisite.”

Beneath his gaze, she felt exquisite. It was a totally new experience for her. She usually tried to downplay her overlarge breasts. For the first time in her life, she was happy to have them.

He cupped one of the mounds and ran his thumb around her nipple, not quite touching it. The nub puckered into a hard peak. She made a sound of need, of arousal, practically whimpering. She wanted him to touch her.

“Let me have you?”

The sexy low rumble of his voice was like a caress against her skin and Araminta knew there was only one answer she could give him. “Yes.”