Wicked Games
Praise for Angela Knight and her novels
“If you like alpha heroes, wild rides, and pages that sizzle in your hand, you’re going to love [Angela Knight]!”
—J. R. Ward, #1 New York Times bestselling author
“Chills, thrills, and a super hero and heroine will have readers racing through this sexy tale. Take note, time-travel fans, the future belongs to Knight!”
—Emma Holly, USA Today bestselling author
“Sexy and unique.”
—Romance Reader at Heart
“A wonderful science fiction romantic suspense.”
—Genre Go Round Reviews
“The character chemistry is gorgeous; the sex is searing hot; the world fascinating and a joy to explore. All in all, a great book!”
—Errant Dreams Reviews
“Solid writing . . . sexy love scenes, and likable characters. I look forward to [Knight’s] next book.”
—All About Romance
“Nicely written, quickly paced, and definitely on the erotic side.”
—Library Journal
“The sex scenes were explosive and should have come with a warning for the reader to have a fire extinguisher handy during reading.”
—Euro-Reviews
“Delicious . . . Wonderfully crafted . . . Angela Knight brings such life to her characters.”
—Romance Reviews Today
Titles by Angela Knight
Mageverse Series
MASTER OF THE NIGHT
MASTER OF THE MOON
MASTER OF WOLVES
MASTER OF SWORDS
MASTER OF DRAGONS
MASTER OF FIRE
MASTER OF SMOKE
MASTER OF SHADOWS
MASTER OF DARKNESS
The Time Hunters Series
JANE’S WARLORD
WARRIOR
GUARDIAN
CAPTIVE DREAMS
(with Diane Whiteside)
MERCENARIES
WICKED GAMES
Specials
MOON DANCE
Anthologies
HOT BLOODED
(with Christine Feehan, Maggie Shayne, and Emma Holly)
BITE
(with Laurell K. Hamilton, Charlaine Harris, MaryJanice Davidson, and Vickie Taylor)
KICK ASS
(with Maggie Shayne, MaryJanice Davidson, and Jacey Ford)
OVER THE MOON
(with MaryJanice Davidson, Virginia Kantra, and Sunny)
BEYOND THE DARK
(with Emma Holly, Lora Leigh, and Diane Whiteside)
SHIFTER
(with Lora Leigh, Alyssa Day, and Virginia Kantra)
HOT FOR THE HOLIDAYS
(with Lora Leigh, Anya Bast, and Allyson James)
BURNING UP
(with Nalini Singh, Virginia Kantra, and Meljean Brook)
WICKED GAMES
Angela Knight
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eBook ISBN 978-0-698-14649-5
Knight, Angela.
[Short stories. Selections]
Wicked games / Angela Knight.
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ISBN 978-0-425-21565-4 (pbk.)
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PS3611.N557A6 2014
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Contents
Praise
Titles by Angela Knight
Title page
Copyright page
Acknowledgments
Foreword
THE ONCE AND FUTURE LOVER
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
AFTERWORD
BONDAGE, BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
A QUESTION OF PLEASURE
Excerpt from OATH OF SERVICE
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
This book is dedicated to the ladies who helped me make sure it doesn’t suck. Or if it does, it’s certainly not their fault.
One of those is my new writing goddess, Joey W. Hill, who writes the best erotic romance I have ever read—and I’ve read a lot of good erotic romance. Joey gave me a wonderful, detailed critique, analyzing everything from logic to sentence structure, and she made a lot of great suggestions about how to resolve the problems she saw.
Then, of course, the happy gang of writers and beta readers who have been helping me with my books for years now: Shelby Morgen, Kate Douglas, Diane Whiteside, Camille Anthony, and Marteeka Karland.
Last but not least is my Bookdragon, Virginia Ettel, who, with Diane, also moderates my Yahoo loop. They’re all dear friends.
And as always, I want to thank my editor, Cindy Hwang, her assistant, Kristine Swartz, and Berkley’s production team.
FOREWORD
Consider yourself warned: if you’re one of those people who thinks my Mageverse books are too sexy, put Wicked Games down and back slowly away.
It’s nasty.
Spankings. Bondage. Assorted sex toys, magical and otherwise. Blow jobs, cunnilingus, anal sex. And then they get down to bid’ness.
Like I said, nasty.
Before you think, “Okay, AK’s ripping off Fifty Shades of Pervy Billionaire,” nope. I wrote two of the stories in 1990, both to learn how to write and for my own kinky enjoyment. This was five years before I was published in erotic romance. (And possibly before some of you were born. If so, and you run into me somewhere, don’t tell me as much. Seriously. Just don’t.) I published them in 2001 as part of an e-book called Bodice Rippers, under the name Anastasia Day. The problem was, the two stories together weren’t long enough,
so I needed a novel-length story.
That ended up being the prequel of my Mageverse series, which, for those who don’t know, deals with the Knights of the Round Table. Only in my version, Arthur and his knights are vampires, while Queen Guinevere and her ladies are witches.
“The Once and Future Lover” is Gwen and Arthur’s book, the story of how Merlin gave them their powers. It also answers the question of what did happen with Lancelot anyway.
For those who aren’t familiar with my books but are familiar with Arthurian legend, I deviate considerably from the usual accounts. In my universe, Arthur didn’t become king by pulling the sword from the stone, and he wasn’t raised by Merlin. He was raised by his father, Uther Pendragon, until he became king when his father was assassinated. However, as was the custom during the Middle Ages, he spent several years during his childhood being fostered by Kay’s family. Merlin doesn’t appear until the events here.
I did this because historians believe most Arthurian legends are inventions by poets and troubadours. Little is known of the period, so I decided to model much of the setting in terms of architecture, armor, and clothing on ancient Rome. My reasoning was that though Arthur and his people were Celts, Rome occupied southern England for almost four hundred years, from the initial invasion in 43 CE to 409 CE. This story is set around 500 CE or so, so I felt that though there would have been changes, you’d still be able to see the Roman influences.
You’ll also note I never use the word “vampire” in this story. That’s because it’s not a word they’d be using in this period. Also note these folks don’t really speak English at this point; they’d be speaking Celtic British, which would have sounded a bit like Welsh. But since you probably don’t speak Welsh—and God knows I don’t—I provided us all with a translation.
Now, when I started work on “The Once and Future Lover,” I thought I knew those characters. After all, Arthur and Gwen have been in every one of the thirteen Mageverse novels and novellas.
I didn’t know jack.
I’ve always written Arthur as, well, a little bit goofy. Yeah, he’s an immortal vampire king who wields Excalibur, but he also loves Elvis and Monty Python and the Holy Grail. He may be gorgeous and heroic, but he’s still the kind of borderline nerd who’ll recite the Dead Parrot Sketch at the drop of a long sword.
Jack? Didn’t know it. Or him. Or whatever.
This book has taught me that Arthur is the scariest bastard I have ever written.
Still with me?
As I said, the other two stories, “Bondage, Beauty and the Beast” and “A Question of Pleasure” were first published as part of an e-book anthology, Bodice Rippers. At the end of the book, you’ll also find an excerpt from Morgana’s book, “Oath of Service.” You’ll find it in Love Bites, a forthcoming anthology of my vampire erotic romance fiction.
First, a little background. I started reading the genre with eighties romances, which were called bodice rippers because at some point during the story, the hero ripped the heroine’s bodice open and seduced her, not always with her consent.
Why the hell we thought rape was acceptable behavior in a hero is a good question. For years, the usual explanation has been that this was the early days of the sexual revolution. Back then, the only reason a Good Girl would have premarital sex was if somebody made her. And since the only other somebody around was the hero, well . . .
There’s an element of truth to that.
It’s also very true that rape is not heroic behavior. Any bastard who’d take a woman against her will needs to have a bullet put tenderly into his brain stem. I spent ten years as a reporter, and two-thirds of the murders I covered were committed by some creep who’d told his victim he loved her.
So why did so many of us adore bodice rippers?
I’d been thinking about that while writing “The Once and Future Lover.” I suspect there was an unconscious element of domination and submission going on, but of course, in real-life BDSM, nobody plays any game until everybody consents to whatever happens. I just know I found those books hot, even though I should have known better.
Another factor is something millions of readers already know: Alpha Males are sexy.
But why?
Well, before iPhones, before Fifth Avenue penthouses, before indoor plumbing—hell, before agriculture—men were men and women were women.
And women didn’t move real damned fast when nine months pregnant.
A girl needed somebody quick, strong, and ferociously protective to make sure she and the kiddies had enough for lunch without becoming lunch for some saber-toothed kitty cat. If you survived, there was a good chance it was because you were sleeping with an aggressive son of a bitch who was handy with a club.
A couple of hundred thousand years later, we’re still looking for aggressive—if loving—SOBs.
Sometimes this bites us on the ass. One can easily mistake mean as hell for heroic and dominant, especially in a bar. (Which is why the “loving” part is just as important as the dominant-SOB part.)
But still.
For some of us (Oooh! Me, me!), there’s something about being tied up and banged like a kettle drum by a guy who looks like The Rock. It makes our inner cave girl sit up and say, “Oi, what’s this, then?”
So if I haven’t managed to scare you off, I hope you enjoy my Wicked Games.
THE ONCE AND FUTURE LOVER
ONE
Gwen dreamed of death, of blood and terror and grief. She jolted awake. In her panic, she almost shot from the bed, but her husband’s brawny arm was wrapped around her waist. She stilled, his breath warming her nape.
Arthur Pendragon slept as he so often did, curled around her, surrounding her in his swordsman’s hard strength.
He’s not dead. It was only a nightmare. Going limp as a soaked rag in her relief, Gwen turned her head to press her cheek against his broad bare chest. His heart thudded in her ear, steady and strong and comforting. Like Arthur himself.
As her dream panic drained away, she heard the deep voices of the guards out on the balustrade murmur something to each other. They sounded unusually tense.
Reality hit Gwen like an armored fist. Today was the day Arthur would fight to the death.
Against Mordred. His son, heir, and enemy.
Her stomach curled into a sour knot. She had to pace, do something, or she was going to start screaming. What if this morning’s dream had been more than a nightmare? What if it had been a vision?
Slowly, carefully, she eased Arthur’s warm, muscled forearm from around her waist, swung her feet to the stone floor, and rose, trying not to wake him. They’d been up late last night, making love out of desperation as much as desire. Arthur needed to sleep every minute he could.
A cooling breeze poured through the open shutters of the chamber’s sole window, which overlooked the courtyard where he and Mordred would do battle in a few hours’ time. A shaft of blue dawn light spilled in, illuminating her husband as he sprawled in tanned, brawny nudity across their bed.
Arthur was not a tall man, though Gwen suspected he was actually more muscular at thirty-seven than the nineteen-year-old she’d married, back when they’d called him the Princeling King. He still drilled with his knights every morning, going full out with sword and shield. Whenever she pointed out the likelihood of being hurt in such practice, he’d snort. “I’ll not grow too soft to sit a horse.”
Her beautiful man. Her handsome king.
Responsibility more than age had salted Arthur’s hair with gray. More pewter threaded the beard that framed his lushly sensual mouth, and sprinkled the soft, dark thatch that covered his powerful chest. Still, the hair on his groin was as dark as ever, a sable ruff surrounding the long cock she’d always adored, the heavy balls she loved to cradle in her palm.
If he dies, I might as well crawl into the grave with him.
Gwen had seen too many battles over seventeen years as Arthur’s queen. She knew what happened when an older man fought a big
brute nineteen years younger, and it wasn’t pretty.
The wizard Merlin had promised power to the winner of today’s battle. Arthur wanted that power to better protect his people from the invading Saxons, not to mention a Celtic warlord named Varn who had been a thorn in his side for the past two years. Then there was the collection of former rulers whose kingdoms Arthur had conquered more than a decade before, any one of whom would love to topple the High King.
As for Mordred . . . Well, he just wanted an acceptable excuse to kill his father. Anything more was just gravy on the goose as far as he was concerned.
Arthur deserved better than a bastard son who hated him. Unfortunately, Gwen had been unable to give her king that successor—and God knew she’d tried.
Three pregnancies. Three miscarriages.
A familiar bitter sting gathered behind her eyelids, and she clenched her jaw, blinking hard, forcing her twisted features to smooth. You will not cry. You will show only smiling confidence. You will not make Arthur doubt himself.
Doubt can kill a man in a fight like this.
Mordred had enough advantages as it was. Gwen wasn’t going to hand him another arrow for his assassin’s quiver.
Wheeling, she paced naked across the chamber. All too soon, they’d have to walk out into the courtyard below to face the prince’s challenge. Gwen only hoped Mordred didn’t win. Not only would his victory be a catastrophe for her and Arthur, it would be a disaster for Britain.
Her mind flashed back to a night months before, when Mordred had tried to convince Arthur to declare war on the Saxons. The king had refused.
“War always sounds like a good idea to those who’ve never fought,” Arthur said. The knights, ladies, and courtiers seated at the Round Table fell silent over their trenchers, watching the interplay between their liege and his son. “Believe me, the enthusiasm dims when you’re knee-deep in mud, blood, and someone else’s intestines.”
“But isn’t conquest the right of the strong, Father,” Mordred argued, “Proof of God’s favor?”