Marisa Chenery: Her Eternal Warrior

Tor grinned, more than pleased with Kenna’s offer. He enjoyed being with her, and given the fact she’d turned him on while eating her oysters, he couldn’t wait to get her alone and kiss her senseless. And he was pretty sure she’d known exactly what she’d done to him. He’d seen the hint of a knowing look on her face as she’d sucked back each one.

Now he sat with his napkin strategically placed over his lap to hide the raging hard-on he wasn’t sure he’d be able to tame before they got up to leave. So far everything he’d tried, picturing the most mundane of things, hadn’t brought his wayward cock under control. He couldn’t remember aching so badly for a woman as he did for Kenna.

Bringing his thoughts back to her question, he said, “Sure, I’d love to go to your place.”

She gave him a smile that was downright sexy. “Good. I have some beer in the fridge. I’m not much of a wine drinker so I don’t have any. I hope that’s okay.”

“Beer is fine. I prefer it.” In ancient Egyptian times, Tor had drunk a lot of beer. It was a big part of his culture. And he was pleased Kenna preferred it as well. Something they had in common.

After they finished eating, Tor caught their waiter’s attention and asked for the bill. He paid it, leaving a generous tip for their server, before he guided Kenna out of the restaurant. He walked them toward the hotel’s exit.

“You can follow me to my place,” Kenna said as they headed for the parking lot.

“All right.”

Once they arrived, Tor couldn’t help noticing how Kenna’s steps had slowed and that she seemed to keep searching the area as if she expected someone to jump out at her.

“Is anything wrong?” he asked, not sure he would like the answer. He hadn’t forgotten how he’d first seen Kenna here in this parking lot being accosted by an evildoer wielding a knife, trying to rob her. She shouldn’t remember anything from that night. He’d wiped it from her mind.

Kenna gave him a half smile. “I’m fine. For some reason the past three days, I’ve had a weird feeling wash over me when I come here. And the strange thing is it only happens when it’s at the end of my shift. I’m fine when I arrive in the morning. I haven’t a clue why I feel so freaked out.”

Tor wasn’t sure if that was normal or not. He hadn’t exactly sought out a mortal after he’d wiped their memory of him to find out if they had echoes of what he’d taken. He figured it could be possible, but it also could be just Kenna who experienced it. Could it be a sign she was his mate and that eventually she’d remember what he’d wiped from her mind? Until he knew for sure whether she was his or not, he’d have to watch her, though he wouldn’t be able to wipe her in this form. He could only do that while in his half-human and half-jackal one. And with no evildoer around, he wouldn’t be shifting any time soon.

“Hopefully it will pass,” he said as he walked with her down a row of cars.

“I hope so. I don’t like the feeling. I’m not usually the skittish type.” Kenna stopped at a silver sedan. “Here I am.”

“I’m just over there.” He pointed to his red sports car at the end of the row.

“Nice car. Makes mine look like a rust bucket,” Kenna said with a chuckle. “When we get to my apartment, you can park in the visitors parking, then get in my car. It will be easier if we both take the elevator from the garage.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Tor waited until Kenna had her car unlocked before he hurried over to his. Once they were on the road, he easily kept up with her. Since Kenna’s building was located close to the Strip, it didn’t take them very long to arrive at her place. As she’d instructed, he parked in the visitors parking, then got into the passenger side of her sedan for the ride down to the garage.

They took the elevator there up to Kenna’s floor. She led him to her apartment and unlocked the door before she stepped inside. Tor followed her in, pushing the door closed behind him. Her place was light and airy-looking. The flooring was white slate tiles and the walls had been painted cream. There was a matching black suede couch and loveseat with an LCD TV hanging on one wall.

“Make yourself at home,” Kenna said as she led him into the living room. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to get out of my work clothes and change into something more comfortable.”

Tor would have loved nothing more than to ask her if he could come with her and help her take off her clothes, maybe even suggest she just stay naked, which would definitely be more comfortable. But he said nothing of the sort. It was a little too soon for that. Maybe after they’d had a beer he could steer things in that direction.

“Go ahead,” he replied. “I’ll wait right here.” Tor took a seat on the couch.

As Kenna disappeared down the short hallway off the living room, she said, “You can watch some TV while you wait. The remote is on the coffee table.”

Tor reached for the remote and switched on the television. He needed the distraction. Knowing Kenna was in her bedroom undressing, he could almost picture what she’d look like under each article of clothing she took off. His cock, which had settled down enough back in the restaurant to not embarrass him, went rock hard once more. If he didn’t get to touch her soon, he was going to lose his mind. Her scent, the way she teased him, drove him crazy.

A few minutes later, Kenna came back wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a pink t-shirt. Her feet were bare. She went to the kitchen and took out two bottles of beer, then headed back to the living room.

Tor accepted the one she held out to him. “If you want a glass, I can get you one,” she said as she sat beside him. “I usually just drink mine out of the bottle.”

A woman after his own heart. “So do I.”

“So, what are you watching?” she asked, then took a sip of her beer.

He had no idea. He really hadn’t paid too much attention to what had come up on the screen. “I was just flipping through the channels.”

“I have The Movie Channel. Why don’t we see if something good is playing?”

Tor nodded and passed Kenna the remote. Their fingers met and a shot of awareness surged through him. He took a swallow of his beer, hoping it would calm him down a bit. Having her next to him, her scent filling his nose with each move she made, made him hunger for Kenna even more.

He forced himself to focus on the TV. Kenna turned it to an action flick, one he’d seen before. It was one he’d enjoyed. Tor actually watched a fair amount of television, mostly movies. Being alone with no others to associate with, there really weren’t a whole lot of things he could do to entertain himself. He could only work out so much, and the internet wasn’t really his thing.

“I think we just missed the beginning of the movie,” Kenna said. “Is that okay? Or do you want me to find one that’s just starting?”

“No, this is fine. I’ve seen this one before. It’s good.”

Kenna put the remote on the coffee table, then settled back on the couch. She sat so close she was right up against Tor. They silently drank their beer. All the while, Tor couldn’t ignore her presence. No longer able to take it, he lifted his arm and put it around Kenna’s shoulders. She shifted, snuggling closer to his side and rested the back of her head on his chest. She fit against him perfectly as if she’d been made for him.

Tor bent his head and smelled Kenna’s hair. The scent of some exotic-smelling fruit filled his nose. He closed his eyes and breathed deeper, dragging it farther into his lungs. She pressed closer and placed a hand on his thigh. His cock jerked when she used her fingers to draw circles on his leg. If he got any harder his shaft would bust the zipper on his jeans.