Dark Prince's Desire

Dark Prince's Desire
Jessa Slade

Jackson Holloway is running out of time.To pay for his life of crime, he must find a pure soul to take his place in the Underworld before the clock strikes midnight.Medium Charlotte Simms seems like the perfect target – all he has to do is kiss her. But one kiss leads to a sensual encounter unlike anything Jack ever experienced in life.And now he must choose between love – and eternal damnation…

Once, tigress shifter Yelena Morozova wanted to change the world. Now she can’t even change herself. While searching for the reason behind her inability to shift, she stumbles through a magical portal—and into the arms of a dangerously sexy phae prince...

With the barrier between the phaedrealii court and the sunlit realm of the humans fading, Arazael must use all the strength he possesses to close the portals for good. If he doesn’t, no one on either side will survive the bloodbath. So when Yelena appears, Arazael can’t let her leave—not until he figures out how she got in. But the desire between them is impossible to deny, and soon he is tempted to keep her with him forever...

Dark Prince’s

Desire

Jessa Slade

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Dear Reader,

Every time I open the first blank page of a new story, it’s a thrill. Thrilling like a rollercoaster, soaring and nosediving, laughing and screaming. (Let’s just say there’s a reason so many writers write alone!) DARK PRINCE’S DESIRE is the fourth story in my Steel Born series of dark and sexy preternatural beings and still I feel every bit as excited now—and terrified—to put it in front of you as I felt with the first story. I guess that’s part of the adventure. Thank you so much for following along with me wherever this adventure takes us!

Happy reading!

Jessa

Dedication

To MomMom,

I hope you’re still watching out for me.

Love, Jessa

Contents

Chapter One (#u39954140-0f65-5250-9394-f9bf6bff1953)

Chapter Two (#ue69ded4c-b95b-5ddf-a9a0-6d32a1b3ab5b)

Chapter Three (#u396bb326-db48-5917-af07-102712d36caf)

Chapter Four (#ud644bdfc-330c-5eb4-9d6a-80154e50809d)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One

Arazael—known as Raze the Ruiner to the rightfully wary inhabitants of the phaedrealii, the court of the magical phae—braced his back against the cold marble wall, staring at the iron door in front of him.

“It is over at last,” he murmured. “After all the battles we survived together, I am done.” As he sank wearily to his haunches, the athame belted at his side clacked against the floor. The pristine white stone made the black iron even darker.

Raze was close enough that the cold-wrought metal bit at him, though he was not technically on the barricaded side and could have dragged his sorry ass down the corridor to escape the painful burn. In the sunlit realm, iron had given way to steel as the humans forgot the vicious wars that had decimated the phae. But here in the Queen’s dungeon, the torture of black iron was never forgotten.

He was the thrice-damned bastard who made sure of that.

A vein of darkness stained the white marble floor in a rough circle around the iron: the remnant of a ruined gateway that had once connected the phaedrealii to the human world. Two phae had escaped the court through that portal and now lived in the sunlight, their rebellion feeding a troubling restlessness in the court.

A rebellion that had to be crushed.

As if in answer to his thoughts, a crack appeared in the marble and traced the circular vestige of the portal, spreading in both directions, seeking an out. But the fissure found only itself as it reached the opposite side of the ring. Frost flowers bloomed in the wake. The delicate silvery tendrils of ice sparkled with poison salt.

“There is no out,” Raze said to the black iron. As if either of them needed the reminder.

The frost curdled, streaking the marble with improbable drops of crimson as it melted.

Averting his gaze from the iron and its caged fury, Raze drew his athame. The geas symbols carved into the steel refracted the flitting lights of the few will-o’-the-wisps who had followed him this far. He stripped off his gray gloves and pushed back his gray sleeve to bare his muscled forearm, revealing more geasa carved into his skin.

A few of the wounds were still raw. It had taken even longer than he’d feared and it was almost too late, but he’d finally marked every portal in the phaedrealii where the dangers of the sunlit realm might seep in—and where the even more dangerous phae might sneak out. His long-wrought spell needed only one last element: him.

“I’m sorry, my King. There was—there is no other way to save the phae.”

As the pool of blood and saltwater tears seeped toward him, he set the blade against the tangle of geasa scarred into his wrist.

* * *

Yelena Morozova counted the empty shot glasses in front of her. There were a lot. Or she was seeing double. Either was a bad sign since for all the best, fiery efforts of the high-powered home-distilled whiskey, she still felt the cold knot deep inside her. Maybe another shot. Or seven...

“Party’s over.” A hand reached over her shoulder to pluck up the bottle.

She whirled to set her back against the bar, her pulse pounding.

Beck straightened slowly, his palm held out in an appeasing gesture. “Sorry. Too fast.”

Behind him, Merrilee bustled past the pool table with a tub of rattling tall boys. “Silly Alpha, you should know better.”

Yelena let out a hitching breath. When she’d emailed Beck Villanova to see how he was recovering from his injuries, he’d talked about the peace he’d found back in his small Eastern Oregon hometown with his new girlfriend. He’d lured Yelena with the promise of long winter nights, much like her motherland, where she might find her idealistic dreams again. She’d gone, hoping he’d be right, knowing he wasn’t.