Warrior's Paradise: Mysk Warriors, #1

By Cara Carnes

Be careful what you wish for…

Shana Danson grew up fantasizing about a mystical place where one’s wildest fantasies could come true. It started off as a dream world of rich foods and delectables—like a warm shelter and loving parents—for her and her adopted sister as children, but morphed into a hedonistic place where anything could happen when they became adults.  Disenchanted with her life after yet another failed relationship, she throws caution to the wind and tries the incantation she and her sister were taught as children, and soon finds herself at the mercy of a powerful warrior determined to find out how she learned about Paradise. Realizing the world they were raised learning about was true, she will stop at nothing to protect her sister’s identity—and the fact she is one of the “chosen” mates they seek.

Lucian has spent his entire life protecting his world and its eight destined rulers—his cousins, the princes of Mysk. When a strange female arrives at the pleasure house Paradise shortly after an enemy attack, he’s tasked with discovering where she came from and what she knows about Mysk. Seducing the beautiful, tight-lipped woman should be simple, but years of loneliness as the Commander of the Mysk warriors leaves him yearning to uncover more than her secrets.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Heartscape Publishing, LLC
• Release date: May 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386711995

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Cara Carnes

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This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Warrior’s Paradise

Cara Carnes

This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Copyright © November 2017 by Cara Carnes

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Cover Artist: Syneca Featherstone

Prologue

So, Shana, what is your sexual fantasy?

A tall, dark, handsome man ties me up and takes me in every way possible.

Shana Danson heard her adopted sister Gitana sigh as she took a handful of popcorn and tossed it into her mouth. Friday movie night always ended with confession time. The tradition began when they were children. Now, years later, they held onto it to remind them of what they had overcome, and how they had done so by trusting one another.

Too young to have secrets and too poor to afford the movie or the popcorn, the sisters began the confession tradition by fantasizing about Paradise. Nana, the woman who’d raised them, had an imagination and frequently forced them to learn chants in a twisted language Shana couldn’t understand.

But they clung to Paradise, a place meant to fulfill your darkest desires. The girls spent long, harsh winters wrapped in a thin blanket together, sharing their wishes and dreams. Huddled on the musty mattress in the dilapidated tenement apartment, Shana let her imagination run wild and was carried away from the fear, hunger and loneliness.

Paradise had certainly changed over the years. When they were six, it was a Cinderella-style castle with servants and massive amounts of food. Twenty years later, Paradise had warped into a hedonistic establishment meant to satisfy sexual needs.

That would be a nice fantasy to live out. I hope the guy has flame-retardant restraints though.

Shana laughed and huddled under the blanket with her sister.

Shana resented the crazy old guardian for leaving them to fend for themselves for weeks at a time. But they lived their lives in fear they would be separated if anyone discovered Gitana’s secret. Okay, okay. But that is all you are getting from me tonight. You need to rest instead of plaguing me with senseless questions about Paradise. Nana was a useless provider and crazier than a loon. That medallion is a crock of shit, and you know it. Like you said, we’re almost thirty. We need to move past Paradise.

She wondered where Gitana came from originally. She possessed unnatural abilities girls used to fear. Over the years, Shana had watched Gitana hone her abilities, and offered whatever encouragement and emotional support she could. Her sister’s paleness worried Shana. They had spent hours in the country, with Gitana forcing herself to work on the powers she had the most problems with.

Gitana’s voice was weak. Nana was a bit nuts. She left us for weeks at a time, but for some reason, I honestly think she believed all that garbage about Paradise. If she was nuts, what does that make me since she was the only one that seemed to know anything about me?

Shana didn’t believe a word of it. The loon spent what little time she was around drilling stupid notions of another world into Gitana’s head. The lectures of language, customs, and traditions always turned into diatribes on everything the old woman had sacrificed for the future of some imaginary planet. Her sister was not an alien, even if she did have unusual abilities. She looked over at her sister and realized she had finally fallen asleep.

She hated how obsessed her sister had become with her abilities over the years. Gitana truly believed all the foolish ramblings of that crazy woman. Hell, even Shana had wanted to believe it when she was younger. But she grew out of the childish dream a long time ago. Paradise and the world that surrounded it was only a fantasy created by the overactive minds of two desperate little girls that saw no hope for a good future.

Shana had to find a way to bring her sister out of that fantasy once and for all before it consumed her entirely. She had to try the medallion and see if it worked. When it didn’t, she would have the proof she needed to get her sister to let go of the foolish notions. Perhaps Paradise was real after all. If she intended to test the medallion, a place to fulfill her every sexual desire was a perfect destination. She bit her lip, contemplating whether to try the medallion. What harm could it do?

Chapter One

"I’m here to demand my right to sexual gratification. I want to be dominated and used by a gorgeous warrior. Then I want him to show me the caring caresses I’ve never had."

Shana Danson wanted to kick herself for that out-of-character brazenness. Anger and curiosity had met her at the doors of Paradise, not the hunger and desire she had expected. She had been seized and restrained in the center of a large room.

That had been an hour ago. So far the intense questioning by Paradise’s keeper had merely given her a headache. Hands restrained beside her, she ignored the older man as he spoke, deciding instead to concentrate on her rapidly increasing heartbeat. She tugged on the odd restraints securing her to the large chair in the center of the room, trying hard to ignore the curious stares of the group of at least fifty people. The more they stared, the more she wanted to crawl under the floor and disappear. The room was fairly large, but the crush of people made it seem so small. She couldn’t see anything but people observing her.

She caught snippets of hushed whispers. An older man stepped forward from the crowd and spewed off to the keeper. Shana didn’t understand all of what was being said but recognized enough to know it was the language Gitana had learned. Communication was too difficult so she gave up. She should have learned to speak it rather than just comprehend it.

A loud thud echoed through the room; light poured in from a set of double-doors opposite her. She heard the shocked gasps of the onlookers before she saw the reason. She watched them all fall to their knees, the trembling visible from her seat.

She wanted to laugh, glad to see them experience the same fear they had found so amusing in her for the past hour. Then she saw him. His six-feet-six frame stood above most in the room, his confident stride placing him directly in front of her.

Sensuously long, black hair cascaded around the widest shoulders she had ever seen. His muscular body radiated sex from every pore, and reminded her of the kind of man she had fantasized exploring her darkest desires with.

Her gaze slid down his body. She saw his sinewy thighs and licked her lips. She had always admired a fit body, and his was certainly that. His soft laughter echoed through the room once she saw the bulge hidden behind soft leather pants.

He stepped closer.

He grasped her long hair and tilted her head upward so she stared into his rich black eyes. His full mouth formed the most sensuous smile. He stroked her lips; his gaze fell to her breasts.

His commanding voice held a note of curiosity in it when he spoke, his inquiry directed at the keeper that stood to her side. He spoke quickly; she was unable to decipher the words. He caressed her cheek. His eyes danced with amusement when the keeper repeated her statement in a monotone voice.

Shana’s pulse raced, wondering if he understood what her words meant. The huge warrior still held her hair possessively. He moved her head so all she could see was the bulge she had found so interesting before. Guilt fed her paranoia. The way he’d forced her to stare at his manhood made her believe he understood every word she had said.

God, she was so stupid.

Her eyes widened when he responded in thickly-accented English. I do love the truth spell on that portal. It brings the most sensuous delights at times. If the little one wants to play, I will happily oblige her. Take her to a private area. I believe the royal chamber would do nicely.

The keeper stepped to the warrior’s side, his gaze darting around the room nervously. Are you sure this is a good idea, Lucian? You have just come from battle, and your needs will be too great to be satisfied by a mere human. Let me send six of our best to the royal room for your use. You are the fiercest warrior we have. She could not possibly meet your needs.

Six women to satisfy his needs? She laughed. What harm could it do? Gitana was going to kill her anyway. Perhaps Nana wasn’t crazy after all.

I was sent to get information, and I have never failed on a mission. This will not be the exception. She wants to play, so we will play. But it will not be over until she has answered all my questions.

Trepidation filled her. What had she gotten herself into? The keeper nodded in response, and walked toward Shana. As you wish.

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Tell me how you know of this place, little one, and I will let you come so hard you’ll pass out. I promise this as your warrior. Tell me, and you will feel me buried inside of you.

Shana groaned as strong fingers stroked her, just out of reach of where she needed them most. She closed her eyes as he lightly caressed her wet slit. A loud groan of pure male satisfaction roared in her ear. She tugged against the soft leather restraints that held her in place, focusing on the fingers gently pinching her nipples.

God, you are wet, little one. Do you enjoy being at my mercy? Is this what you needed when you came here? The deep, masculine voice whispered so softly in her ear, she felt its effects bury deep between her legs. God, this man was good.

It would be so simple to tell the muscle-bound warrior behind her about the medallion she had borrowed from her sister. How long had she been here at his mercy? Three hours? Four?

Shana hadn’t known what Lucian intended when she’d been brought to the royal chamber. It was a large living quarters of some type with a bedroom setting in the corner. She hadn’t made it that far.

He had restrained her quickly in the center of the room, her hands above her head. He had taken what seemed like an hour to strip her clothes. Then had come the soft caresses she thought would drive her mad with need.

She couldn’t handle much more of his gentle teasing. Her knees were already weak.

The soft leather cuffs holding her hands above her head served as her primary support, along with the strong arm that frequently circled her waist, making her feel so small and delicate. Are you still with me, little one? I don’t like it when you don’t pay attention to me. I thought we had established that fact an hour ago, but perhaps we need to revisit it.

A hard pinch on both her nipples emitted a burst of pain which flashed through her, igniting a low moan. He licked and sucked her earlobe, trailing a path down her neck.

Let’s start over from the beginning.

Her anguished growl filled the room, rumbling laughter filled the room—a booming bass so deep and resonant it vibrated her entire body with awareness.

Oh, my little hell kitten isn’t too happy with that idea, I see. Perhaps if she would simply tell me her name, I could ease her need just a bit. I’d make her purr to hear her name once.

He stroked down her thighs, then upward to the soft folds of skin at her core. He spread her apart. Deft fingers teased her clit, flicking and taunting enough to make her aware of what he intended.

Endure and say nothing became her mantra, and she focused on anything but the powerful body so near her and the seductive voice. Once she began to speak, she’d give whatever information he wanted just to feel him buried inside of her. She had to protect Gitana.

Shana had been stupid to test the medallion, and even more foolish for doubting the existence of Paradise. It was real. She didn’t understand what connection her sister had to this place, but she refused to tell them. Nana had rambled on about murder and destruction, and that Gitana had been unsafe here.

But this man questioning her was equally determined to get an answer. He was dominant, yet tender. His caresses barely grazed her skin, just enough to emit a response. When he combined them with the pinching of her nipples and firm slaps to her ass, she found herself lost in the need for release. The stiff erection pressed against her was the only indication Shana had that his desire matched hers.

She had cried at his tenderness. She was surprised to find it at the hands of this warrior. All he wanted was to know how she got here, but she couldn’t tell him. It was the ultimate mental torture, and he didn’t even realize it. He said nothing as the tears had flowed. Then he had grinned, and started caressing her all over again.

Air left her lungs as she studied the mighty warrior. The massive bulge in his leather pants thrilled her. He wanted her. She sighed as he cupped her breasts, massaging them. He flicked and pinched her aching nipples. She hissed then thrust more of her breasts into his waiting hands. The devilish grin on his handsome face pushed heat to her core.

"A little tigress is itching to come out. It’s been a while since I’ve tamed a tigress. It may take all night, but I can and will make it happen, little one. Tell me