Distracts Einherjar

I finally shimmied my head out of the bottom of the shaft and into a wall of absolute lust.
Seriously. It was like suddenly being fifteen again, with my hormones exploding and me having no idea at all
of how to deal with them. My skin turned hypersensitive, and I was suddenly, acutely aware of the sensation of stone against my back and legs, and that I’d gotten covered in dirt and dust on the way down. The pains of my body came rushing back onto me: soreness of muscle that should have been severely limiting my mobility, old injuries pounding with a steady ache, and the more recent damage to my hands throbbing insistently, all of which were normally muted by the Winter mantle.
Evidently, when a powerful vampire of the White Court wants you to pay attention to how your body feels, you do it. Period.
I turned my head and found my muscles responding only slowly, sluggishly.
The shaft had come out into a dim hallway, with the only lighting coming from a lamp on a desk, placed across one side of the hallway next to a heavy plastic frame that looked like some kind of metal detector.
One of the Einherjaren was standing in front of the desk. The man was at least as tall as me, only built with seventy or eighty more pounds of muscle, with a short buzz of black hair and a bristling black beard. He was standing in front of the desk, holding a heavy rifle, one of those ARs modified for anti-matériel rounds, at his shoulder, aiming down the barrel.
But he didn’t matter.
The only thing that mattered was Lara Raith.
She stood maybe three feet from the Einherjar, balanced on her toes as one lovely leg slowly, slowly shifted, sliding forward. The motion made muscles stretch and bunch, and shadows rippled over her body in ways that should not have been possible, much less maddeningly arousing.
I forgot what I was doing on the floor of the castle.
That didn’t matter.
Lara mattered.
I found myself just staring at her, at the most vibrant, dangerous, glorious woman I’d ever seen, only a few feet away, naked and pulsing with erotic energy. I didn’t care about the smudges of dirt on that pale, perfect skin. I didn’t care that my own body was smudged with filth. I didn’t care about the mission, or the nightmare spider shaft I’d just slithered down, or the now-unfamiliar aches and pains, just so long as I didn’t have to stop looking at the most incredible sight any man could ever s—
I sneezed, out of nowhere, hard, five or six times.
Magic surged out of me, energy pouring out with each involuntary contraction.
Lara’s head whipped around toward me, her silver-blue eyes wide like a cat’s.
Black widow spiders with bodies the size of basketballs came boiling out of the shaft behind me—five or six of them.
The Einherjar’s glazed stare abruptly snapped into focus, and his cold grey eyes snapped from Lara to me to the spiders. His finger moved from ready position along the receiver to the trigger of the rifle.


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