Warriors of Poseidon 02 - Atlantis Awakening

place as if she owned it.
     
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    High-heeled leather boots worn under snug jeans, rounded hips he'd love to get his hands on, and a tight-fitting black leather jacket. Oh, yeah. She was exactly his type of woman.
     
    And he must have been dreaming, because she walked right past the lowlife scum who were drooling at the sight of her and stopped in front of him.
     
    Ven was used to the reactions of human women to him. Hell, after several centuries, he knew that they considered him attractive. Not a lot of six-foot, seven-inch muscled warrior types running around with human DNA these days.
     
    This one flicked her icy-blue gaze down, then up him, and curled her lips back a little.
    He'd looked at steaming piles of peacock shit on the palace grounds with more enthusiasm.
     
    "So," she drawled, disgust dripping from her voice. "You’re the pride of Atlantis?"
     
    She stalked around him and leaned back on the vacant barstool on his left, glanced his way again. Then she rolled her freaking eyes.
     
    Ven had seen and heard way more than enough. He rose to his full height, which gave him more than a foot on her, and stared down his nose. "You're late."
     
    Okay, that was lame. Sadly, it was all he could think of, considering his brain cells had gone south at the sight of the creamy cleavage nestled in the gap between the lapels of her jacket and some lacy thing she wore underneath it.
     
    For some reason, he wanted to lick it.
     
    And her.
     
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    "Oh, boy, you're just trouble with a capital—"
     
    "Make that a capital W, warrior," she said. "And you can sit down now and leave your Intimidation 101 tactics for somebody who is impressed with them."
     
    He sat down, feeling like a damn fool, gaping at her. "Capital W? How did you—"
     
    She smiled slowly, sensual lips curving over a gorgeous set of teeth. God, even her teeth turned him on. Suddenly he was a horny fucking dentist.
     
    He shifted on the stool, hoping she hadn't noticed the sudden tightness in his jeans.
     
    "Capital W is for witch, warrior," she said. "Welcome to the revolution."
     
    Erin Connors cast a very minor look-away spell, and the drunks in the room found the contents of their glasses more interesting than the two people seated on the barstools.
    She drew in a long, slow breath, trying to fill her suddenly empty lungs. Quinn had never told her that Atlantean warriors looked like Greek gods come to life and had the capacity to suck the oxygen right out of a room. Except had Greek gods looked like predators who ate witches for lunch? This one sure did. He was pure alpha male warrior, and every feminine instinct in her body was begging her to flee—or to climb into his lap.
     
    Alerted by the sudden heat encircling her fingers and the melodies whispering through her mind, she glanced down at the three rings of power she wore on each hand and saw them start to glow and pulse with heat and light.
     
    Not now, not now, she thought and focused all her concentration on locking down the magic. She was in enough trouble with the coven without allowing the Wilding magic to escape during her first meeting with the man. And she needed them both—the coven and the Atlanteans. She needed the mall.
     
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    After the gemstones in her rings subsided back to inert lumps of mineral and their singing faded, she finally dared to meet his gaze, pulling the cloak of toughness back around herself like a shield.
     
    She'd decided the only way to earn the respect of a warrior was to become a warrior herself. Tough to do when she was all alone, twenty-six years old, and the only Magickal in a three-state area who believed in her quest. She drew in a deep breath and prepared to channel somebody kickass. "So, do I call you Ven? Mr. Vengeance?
    Your Highness?"
     
    He raised one eyebrow, wincing a little at the unexpected echo of his earlier thoughts.
    "Your Highness? Quinn's been messing with you. I'm just Ven. Or you can start calling me sweetheart now and save time later."
     
    His teasing was double-edged, and she had a feeling the edge was honed steel. But the humor touched the Erin who'd once known how to laugh. All this Erin could summon was a nod. "Don't flatter yourself, Atlantean. Your charms aren't quite as impressive as you may have been led to believe. Or are the women