Prince's Fire: Mysk Warriors, #2

By Cara Carnes

Val has lived a lifetime thinking his destined mate died a horrible death at the hands of their enemies as a child. Now that he realizes she is alive, he’ll do anything to get her safe and where she belongs—with him. But the feisty fire spirit has lived her entire life answering to no one, forced to protect herself and her adopted sister with no help. The battle for her heart may prove harder than the one to keep her alive.

Gitana Danson She never expected to discover the world she grew up learning about was real. Her home. Her people. Her destiny. When a handsome prince arrives on Earth with information on her sister’s location, she’ll do anything to find her—including returning to Mysk, a world where she’s far more than a poor salesgirl pinching pennies to buy groceries.

Her return sends a shockwave through the Mysk planets. Enemies resurface, determined to stop the predestined return of all the mates of the Mysk princes, a destiny foretold by the oracles upon Gitana’s return.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Heartscape Publishing, LLC
• Release date: May 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386331070

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PRINCE’S FIRE

Table of Contents

Title Page

Prince's Fire (Mysk Warriors, #2)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Cara Carnes

Warning

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

Prince’s Fire

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 © May 2017 by Cara Carnes

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Printed in the United States of America

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Cover Artist: Syneca Featherstone

Chapter One

Gitana Danson chucked the box of cherry cordials into the basket and glared at the latest diet pill display. It followed her. Peering behind her at the chip and cookie aisle where she had just seen the same gaudy marketing device, she breathed a sigh of relief.

You’re a twin? She laughed and moved her cart, the wheels’ obnoxious squeaks grating on her nerves. Diets were the last thing on her mind.

Moments like these sucked for emotional eaters, but desperate times meant a raid of the nearest supermarket. A week had passed since her adopted sister Shana had vanished into thin air. The only clue left behind was that goddamned talisman their nana had given them.

Fear had raced through her when she had found it in the center of the attic floor. Dread still filled her as she turned the cart down the cereal aisle. Not even Lord Choco Crunch could scare away her tumultuous thoughts. This was her fault. And those damned stories Nana had told them growing up. Nana, protector, whatever. The old woman had been a fruitcake. Oh. Fruitcake. No, not even this was bad enough to stomach that vile concoction.

Gitana had always been a bit different. Well, okay, a lot different. She could do things that would terrify people. Even after practicing her powers for years, they still boggled her mind. Their existence had added merit to Nana’s crazy rants about another world with princes, chosen ones, and magic.

Shana had always laughed at the notion, but Gitana had clung to it. Their daily lives had been meager and bordered on dangerous. Warm shelter had been nonexistent, and food had been scarce most of the time. The far-fetched stories had been a balm of hope. Believing them had been easier than accepting she had no parents who loved her.

Gitana chucked an extra box of Lord Choco Crunch into the cart. It was Shana’s favorite too. She’d probably be hungry when she returned. Did her disappearance mean she had tried one of those chants they had been forced to learn as children? And had the talisman worked?

A cold shiver raced down her spine, and she paused in mid-step. For the past two days, she’d felt like something was watching her. Something evil. She could feel its hatred and deadly predilections. Nothing was there when she looked. As if it didn’t truly exist.

She had to find Shana.

Paranoia had begun to set in days ago. A missing person’s report had been filed, but she didn’t expect that to get her anywhere. This entire situation seemed to focus around that fucking world. Mysk.

Moving cautiously into the fruits, Gitana squeezed her fury into an unsuspecting orange, juice dribbling onto her fingers. Damn. She shouldn’t have gotten Shana so involved with her obsession. Just because she wanted to hone her powers didn’t mean her sister should have been there. Right beside her each day, becoming equally absorbed in the foolish nonsense.

Yeah, she could levitate and shoot fire. That didn’t mean Mysk really existed. Did it? But Shana had been worried, and she had been too self-absorbed to listen. She battled back the tears filling her eyes. If only she had taken Shana’s concerns seriously.

Shana had begged her to test the talisman. Instead, she had been obsessed with learning how to use her powers for longer periods of time.

Paradise had been the only thing her sister had ever been really fascinated in. None of the other stories had held Shana’s interest. And the chant for hedonistic delight had been the only one Gitana could remember her sister ever memorizing. If she had used the talisman, she’d used it to get to Paradise.

They had both lost their minds.

She looked down into her cart and grimaced at the amount of sugar. The rush would help keep her awake. That and the truckloads of coffee she intended to swallow. Finding Shana was her primary concern. The moment she got back home, she’d retrieve the talisman and utter the chant herself.

It shouldn’t have taken so long for her to put it together.

As she stood there in line trying to drown out the sound of the older gentlemen in front of her arguing with the cashier, Gitana smiled. She remembered her lustful fantasies of the mighty warriors Nana had so revered. Images of virile men vying for the right to sexually gratify her assailed her. Cursing, she glanced down and noticed the six inches of space between her sneakers and the ground. She always levitated when she became over-stimulated.

An inner strength gained through deep breathing and meditation cocooned her in serenity. In that environment, her powers remained neutral. She sighed in relief when her feet touched the ground. Turning around to ensure no one had seen, a wall of exposed muscular sun-kissed flesh startled her.

She had always found the male body a fascinating thing, but this one defied belief. Enjoying the rock hard abs and perfect pecs pressed against her chest was a natural response, especially when her gaze leveled with the most impressive shoulders she had ever seen. She backed up slightly.

She moistened her lips as she looked down to the corded thighs and the prominent bulge tucked away so nicely in a pair of jeans. She swallowed as she forced herself to bring her gaze back up to a respectful height.

Sandalwood and musk riddled her senses. His smell beckoned her to embrace him. It made her want to feast on his body. She’d lick, then slide her hands over the corded muscles. That would be the perfect way to forget about her problems.

She had to stop ogling him.

Thinking there was no way this stranger with the body of a god could possibly have a face to match, Gitana almost didn’t want to look. But she did, and quickly lost all ability to breathe. He had the most sensual eyes, flecks of light danced within them. Warm, inviting, captivating. Shoulder length jet-black hair only added to the mysterious aura surrounding this man. It masked his face, setting him apart from the average-looking person. He was different and didn’t care what anyone thought. Threatening, in a way. Yet she couldn’t stop wanting to touch him. His lush, full lips were curved in a barely contained grin. This man reminded her of the warriors in her fantasies of Mysk. Paradise.

She and Shana had shared their wild fantasies about Paradise, where you could make anything become reality. Men just like the one before her had fulfilled her deepest cravings. And he certainly reawakened her fantasies. He’d be a demanding lover. His body alone was sculpted to appease her darkest desires. Strong, dominant.

God, I could spend all night under you. I need someone like you to tire me out so I can forget my worries. Once wouldn’t be enough to quench my hunger. How would you feed my desires, warrior?

Soft male laughter tumbled in her head. I could think of nothing better than satisfying every hunger you could ever have.

She took a small step backward toward the other end of the register and gasped, her attention focused on his sparkling blue eyes.

That’ll be sixteen dollars and seventy three cents, ma’am.

Gitana fumbled through her purse, realizing the clerk was waiting for her to pay. She tossed a bill toward the cashier, keeping her eyes on the stranger.

It’s not polite to invade one’s private thoughts.

She watched his stance relax. You sent those thoughts to me. I was courteous and replied. You should perhaps be more careful. You never know when someone may actually hear you.

Are you lecturing me?

I could think of a million things I’d love to do to you, Gitana. Lecturing you isn’t anywhere on the list.

How the hell did he know her name? She grabbed her bag and moved toward the exit rapidly.

His deep laughter echoed in her thoughts. Chicken.

How do you know my name? She hated the fearful tone her words were laced with but couldn’t contain it. Something about this man compelled her, but the fact he knew her name and spoke telepathically concerned her even more.

You forgot the chocolate syrup. Shana said you always raided the grocery store for sweets when you were worried or stressed. But she was quite clear you always drowned them all in syrup.

He knew Shana.

Rage flared within her, the air sparked in response to her surging power. He had no idea who he was messing with. The automated doors opened and shut rapidly in response to the increasing power flaring from her. Heat poured off her in waves, combating the central air system of the store. Patrons walked past, fanning themselves as they exited.

We will continue discussing this matter in private. I do not care to spend my day altering human memories when I could spend it with your legs wrapped around me.

Now she was really pissed. No one told her what to do, especially in that tone. Who the hell did he think he was to presume he would get anywhere near her after mentioning Shana? She looked around at the cashiers and customers in the small grocery store and knew he made sense.

Altering human minds? Could he do that? If he could, it meant he wasn’t human. Most people wouldn’t consider the statement possible, but she knew differently. The powers she possessed, the things she could do defied conceivability. She was a freak, which was exactly why she could not only accept the man might not be entirely human, but recognize the fact he was a freak too. He exuded power. Control. The freak of nature needed to tell her what his intentions were. Now.

She backed out of the store. He followed her. She was relieved he kept a slight distance between them. Could he sense her powers building?

She made her way to the alleyway behind the store, intending to get some answers. An awkward pain coursed through her body. He cursed aloud. She glared at him.

"Take us to your secret place now!" He was angry. She fought him when he grabbed her arm and dragged her the rest of the way into the alley.

Get your hands off of me! Who the hell are you, and what did you do with Shana? She rubbed the back of her head, unable to ignore the stabbing pain that ran down her spine. Radiating from the center of her bones, it burned its way through her head until an intense throbbing began at her temples. Her vision blurred slightly. And what the hell are you trying to do to me?

That pain you are feeling is not my doing. I feel it as well. The demons have found us because of your power surge. Calm yourself. Envision your hideaway. I can’t take us there without your help. Show me exactly what it looks like and where it is. Fighting them here would endanger too many innocent people.

For your information, I can take us wherever the hell I want to.

You cannot take more than your body weight plus ten percent, Gitana. Trust me on that. You can prove the truth behind it at a later date. Now, think about your place. Your life depends upon it. Trust me.

She looked around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Dumpsters filled with broken-down cardboard boxes lined the alley, crates strewn in between. A loud rupturing sound at the end of the alley seized her attention. She whirled around in time to see four creatures walk through a vortex, like something from a sci-fi movie. Their slimy looking skin was partially covered in animal hair. Their eyes were small in proportion to their heads, and they