"Wolf Warrior - 01 - The Lost Wolf Warrior" - читать интересную книгу автора (Monet Rae)

Roan noticed the soldiersТ eyes widen at her seductive, slightly-accented English. Her voice seemed to mesmerize them all.

"I wonder if you might pause from your current activity to assist me?"

Roan stood transfixed as the woman pushed her cloak away from her shoulders. She wore a tight fitting leather vest and a halter that outlined her tits. She undid a hook at the top of her vest, showcasing the swell of her creamy white breasts, while she fanned herself with her hand, making the action somehow look innocent. Taking a step forward, she showed them just a peek of her leather-encased leg under her all-encompassing cloak.

He groaned aloud. This woman was so much more than just sensual.

Breathtaking.

Mesmerizing.

Seductive.

Her expression left nothing to the imagination. It told them all she was ready for a bedding. Roan felt his cock rise against his own leggings, and he heard Ian whisper next to him, УMother of God!Ф He chastised himselfЧthis was no time to get aroused by a woman.

What is wrong with me? he wondered.

"I seem to have lost my way.Ф The woman's voice was a velvety, alluring whisper that made him throb.

She waved her petite hand as if at a total loss in which direction to travel. Her lips formed a luscious sulk. Trancelike, the men around them moved away toward the mysterious woman.

As the soldiers stepped back from them, Roan watched the woman. Her green gaze touched his, and suddenly he heard a message in his mind.

Move away from the rocks.

Pain flashed through his head. She hadn't spoken the words, but he knew the order had come from her. He reached out and pulled Ian away from the rock-walled prison they were pinned against.

At the same time the seductive goddess struck. Her gaze swung back to the English men, and her expression changed from alluring to fierce. It occurred as rapidly as a heartbeat and left Ian and Roan stumbling to a stop. When she threw off her cloak, he was stunned. She was dressed in leather armor; gold bands encircled her bare arms, a wide leather band was secured on her wrist, and she held a cross-bow. This woman was clearly no demure maiden. Roan immediately raised his weapon to assist her, but again he heard her voice in his mind.

Do not move.

The command stayed his advance. He didn't know why but he felt compelled to obey her, notwithstanding his need to dive into the battle. She raised the cross-bow, and with practiced efficiency, despite the size of the weapon, she disposed of the English men one by one.

Two shots from the bow, and the closest soldiers went down. She dropped the bow. A dagger appeared in each hand. With a graceful, fluid movement, she threw them before Roan could blink. Deadly heart shots, daggers buried to the hilt and two more men went down. The six left standing hadn't had time to raise their swords! Pulling smaller swords from behind her back she executed a swift, measured dance. Swirling around with a heated shout, she administered blows to the hearts of two more stunned men.

Roan was taken aback that the woman fought with multiple swords, an amazingly difficult task, even for a man. Four enraged men remained, fumbling to raise their weapons. Without hesitation, she leapt forward, sweeping her sword overhead, striking one of the remaining four.

Then she gave an almost cursory glance over her shoulder at the soldier readying to strike her down. She was in danger of being cleaved in half, but with a quickness that left him on edge, she pushed her sword back, plunging it into the man's throat. The remaining soldiers must have realized they had underestimated this woman's skill, but raised their swords anywayЧa foolhardy move as far as he was concerned. As the woman circled the men, Roan watched each step she took.

With Ian by his side, Roan was prepared to move forward to assist her, but one word stopped him.

Remain.

He wasn't sure if she actually voiced the word or if he heard it in his mind again, but he followed its order without hesitation and raised his arm to hold Ian back.

Ian, never questioning his judgment, froze.

"What is it, lad?"