ThirteenNights by Sabrina Garie Page A

sister and faced the music for saving Quicksilver,
alone.
    “Even more importantly,” Sylla continued, “Tai is a
game-changer. The decision will affect the future, which reverberates beyond
the warriors into the supernatural world. It will take me twenty-four hours to
pull it together.”
    They both nodded.
    “We have rooms and a full-service gym on the top floor. Make
yourself at home. Tomorrow’s going to make Hades look like a walk through the
park, but it does give you a chance.” She threw them a key. “Your warrior
regalia has already been brought to your rooms.”
    “Let’s get in our battle gear and hit the gym.” She heard
what he didn’t say. They needed to feel strong, powerful. A good, sweaty
workout was just the thing.
    Annie had to admit Tai looked sexy beyond her wildest
fantasies in the leather loincloth on his hips and the weapons that crossed his
chest. His clothing—if you could even call it that—exposed every muscle, every
scar, and the tattoo—a natural proclamation of potency and toughness. Her
outfit wasn’t much different. The chain mail armor covered her vital organs and
her sex and not much more. The links crisscrossed between her breasts, covered
her heart and ribs but left the mounds bare. Amazons designed their gear to be
functional—it used their barely contained sexuality as a weapon to distract
their enemies and provided easy access for the sexual release required after a
heavy battle.
    Tai’s eyes bugged out when he saw her dressed and he let out
a long wolf whistle. “Hell.”
    The gym had a running track that circled the exercise
equipment. They sprinted five miles. Tai pushed her to a grueling pace.
    Pumped up from the run, Annie headed to the chin-up bar.
When she reached to grab it, Tai positioned himself in front of her and circled
one tight nipple with his tongue, then the other, drawing a moan from the back
of her throat.
    “I’m going to watch you.” His body remained so close her
breasts slid against his chest and the leather of his weapons holster with each
up-and-down motion.
    When she was in the up position above the bar, her fiftieth
chin-up completed and lust firing through her bloodstream, Tai wrapped her
thighs around his neck. “Stay there until you come.” He licked her clit in
long, slow laps, circled it in an evil tease. “You taste good. I could do this
all day.” Then he drew lingering figure eights.
    “You’re just being cruel.” Her needy cries echoed through
the room. Her biceps began to cramp but she had no intention of moving.
    “You like it.” He nipped at her thigh then returned to lick,
suck and tease her wet, hungry sex. One hand reached up and massaged her
breast. When her arms began to shake, he suckled harder while pinching the
nipple. Her body splintered in an orgasm so violent she fell off the bar into
Tai’s arms. He held her through the waves of pleasure.
    “My turn,” Tai said, eyes all appetite as he put her down
and headed over to the bench press. While he lifted, Annie sauntered over,
reached under the leather loincloth and began to stroke. She loved the feel of
him hardening in her hand, the soft silk of his skin as she pumped him, the
beads of pre-cum that tickled her palm.
    On his last lift, the heavy weights held over his head, arms
locked, she inserted his cock inside her and began a slow, sweet ride. Her
hands glided up and down his chest with each thrust. Revenge. Tai’s eyes locked
on to hers, glinting with wickedness, daring her to do her worst. He’d never
accept less than what she was. How could she not love him? “You feel good, just
keep those arms up ’til we’re done here,” she taunted.
    Another one of his smiles.
    She rode him harder, but moved one hand to her breast and
the other to stroke her clit.
    “I want to be doing that.”
    “We have all day and all night. You can do what you want to
me. Anything you want. After we’re done here.”
    “I like that idea. Let’s start on the mat,