The Savage King by Michelle M. Pillow

believe in. If Ulyssa was a spy, the Draig had definitely chosen her well.
    Kirill didn't know why it irritated him to think that she'd only slept with him out of deceit, but it did. He didn't wish to delve too deeply into the feeling. She was rare, that was all--a mystery, a diversion, a good bed partner.
    Well, if he was honest with himself, she was more than just good in bed. She'd been phenomenal. Just thinking of it made him run faster to find her.
    "You stupid hairball, get off me!"
    Kirill quickly suppressed his grin as he rounded the corner. Falke held Ulyssa tightly in his grasp from behind, as she continued to spout profanities at the great Commander. A dozen soldiers surrounded the pair, appearing confused.
    "What? Scared little kitty cat needs all these warriors to help him out? Can't take out a single girl on his own?" she taunted.
    Falke's eyes looked over Ulyssa's shoulder to his brother. She jerked up, kicking out at one of the staring guards. He took a step back rather than touch her. The men looked to the King for guidance. Kirill knew they didn't wish to lay a hand on his mistress without permission.
    Falke gave what Kirill knew to be the closest thing he had to a smile and nodded in approval. Kirill grimaced. Trust Falke to approve of a woman acting like a harpy.
    Ulyssa's wide blue eyes landed on him and he felt a spark of electricity shoot through his core. She again wore his clothes. He didn't like that she took them without permission, but damned if she didn't look sexy all the same. She shook with a renewed force. Falke tightened his grip. She yelped in pain and instantly stopped struggling.
    "Kir--" she began, only to correct herself. "My lord, would you mind telling this oaf of yours to get off me!"
    The guards gasped at her hard tone. Falke's breath caught behind her back. Kirill's brows furrowed together, as he looked at her in displeasure.
    Ulyssa's eyes darted around at the men. She visibly swallowed only to add, "Ah, please, your royal ... highness ... sir."
    Kirill sighed and affected a bored, unconcerned pose. His arms crossed over his chest and he looked down his nose at her. "You must forgive her. My little mistress likes to play games."
    The men looked at him expectantly. Ulyssa's mouth fell open and he rushed on to keep her from talking.
    "She so wanted to be hunted as my prey. I couldn't help but to indulge her whim." Kirill stepped forward to leisurely run the back of his knuckles over her cheek and down her throat. Her eyes narrowed in warning just as he was about to dip to a breast. He somehow knew she wouldn't take kindly to being groped in public. A part of him willed his hand to continue, but he was too wise to press his luck. She was being quiet. He wouldn't give her cause to start screaming.
    Kirill felt the jealous eyes of the guards on them. Ulyssa was a beautiful woman and bold enough to fire any Var's blood. But, the fact that she liked to tease the hunter said much about her wildness between the sheets and this excited them too. The ancient hunter in them, long suppressed by their societal codes, always drifted beneath the surface waiting for an excuse to play. It was part of the reason they drank nef, to calm the inner beast.
    "I should've warned her to stay within my section of the palace," he continued, not holding her gaze for long. He motioned his hand to the guards. "You may go. I'll reprimand her in private."
    Ulyssa's heart raced in her chest, more from seeing Kirill than being captured by his brother. She felt his nearness and wanted him again. His hair was handsomely disheveled about his shoulders, making him look wild and incredibly sexy. Her breasts were only too eager to remind her how the silken locks felt brushing against them. To her shame, her nipples puckered against her stolen top. She glanced down briefly and, when she looked back up, Kirill stared at the treacherous little buds.
    She quietly watched the guards bow and leave her alone with Falke and