Kresley Cole enraptures again with this seductive tale of a fierce werewolf prince who will stop at nothing to protect the lovely archer he covets from afar.
A Dangerous Beauty
Lucia the Huntress: as mysterious as she is exquisite, she harbors secrets that threaten to destroy her—and those she loves.
An Uncontrolled Need
Garreth MacRieve, Prince of the Lykae: the brutal Highland warrior who burns to finally claim this maddeningly sensual creature as his own.
That lead to a pleasure so wicked...
From the shadows, Garreth has long watched over Lucia. Now, the only way to keep the proud huntress safe from harm is to convince her to accept him as her guardian. To do this, Garreth will ruthlessly exploit Lucia's greatest weakness—her wanton desire for him.
My Review:
You know you’re going to get a great read whenever Kresley Cole brings out her Lykae, and Pleasure of a Dark Prince, her ninth installment of her Immortals After Dark Series is no exception.
I can easily forgive this is a “catch-up” book where we get a recap of the series from the eight previous books in the first half of the book, and then we get the “story” starting at the mid point. My only gripe was that we had to wait for 7 books to FINALLY read Garreth and Lucia’s story.
So, at the middle of the book, we see that Lucia runs away, hoping to evade Garreth since her Valkyrie power – that of being an excellent huntress – will disappear if she loses her virginity. Being a master bowman is what defines Lucia, or so she thinks, and won’t lose that ability without a fight.
So she runs FOR. AN. ENTIRE. YEAR! LOL There are very funny anecdotes on the several traps and nasty tricks Lucia and her sister, Regin, play on Garreth that had me laughing as well as Nix’s antics which are always the best thing in the book. But all the jokes stop when Garreth finally catches up to his mate.
They “find” one another in the jungles of the Amazon where Lucia is tracking down a rare artifact that will allow her to rid the world of a god, Cruach, who tricked and raped her when she was very young.
Their trek takes them on a riverboat down an Amazon river where they meet a lot of different scientists and a crazy captain. It’s not until they reach the burial site of El Dorado, or actually El Dorada (female) where their trek ends and they obtain a magic arrow which will kill a god. The only thing they have to remember is not to wake up the sleeping El Dorada or that will signal an end-of-the-world crisis.
But just when victory is at hand for Lucia and Garreth, everything goes to shite when Lothaire shows up! You know what’s going to go down, and you KNOW who’s going to end up on top, right?
Also, towards the end of the book we find out several Lore creatures are being nabbed and Regin is one of the captured! And you’ll never guess who “they” take as well? I couldn’t believe it! I can’t wait to find out who/what’s behind this 
Pleasure of a Dark Prince is a great read I’m sure you’ll love! Plus, my favorite part is Garreth’s accent in pronouncing his mate’s name: Lousha *heart melts* Love it! 
Adrenaline and need coursed through Garreth, muting the pain of his wounds, until all he could feel was the growing pressure in his shaft and an overwhelming lust for the creature before him.
A Valkyrie. Again, he marveled that Fate had given him a shield maiden for his mate. Now he didn't know whether to laugh or howl. He'd likely have been damned happy about the fact if she'd stop resisting the fierce attraction between them. Just earlier he'd wished for a more challenging female. Now he wondered why she was fighting this. She was aroused; the scent of his mate's desire was mouthwatering, making him want to go to his knees in thanks--and to taste her. Her nipples were so hard they had to be throbbing.
So why wouldn't she surrender to him? Aye, he regretted his wish. He dimly wondered whether she would fall into bed with him if he told her he was a king. Then he frowned as a thought surfaced. "Does another male... have a claim on you?" He might be needing to make a kill this very night.
"A male's claim? On me? No one!"
Her heart had not been given. So it's mine to win. He found his lips curling.
"Nor will they ever," she vowed.
"Uh-huh. That so?"
His amused tone must have flustered her. "A-again, not interested. You couldn't find a more uninterested female."
"You forget I'm a Lykae. I can scent your interest." Gods, her scent was like a drug to him, her arousal so sweet.
Her face flushed, a light pink along high cheekbones. "Maybe I was interested in one of the other males on the field."
Jealousy seared him inside. Never had he felt its equal. He was upon her before she could raise her bow again, his callused palm wrapping around her delicate nape. "Take it back, female." He'd been able to rein in his aggression from the game. With more difficulty, he controlled the adrenaline pumping through his veins after finding her at last. But this jealousy was overwhelming.
"Or what?"
"Or I'll kiss you till you canna remember another." He would seduce her, using everything he'd ever learned about women to coax his way inside her. "Kiss you deeply, thoroughly. Till you're panting for more."
Lightning struck nearby, though she seemed not to notice. He could tell she wanted him to kiss her, was unconsciously rocking her hips to him, driving him wild. Why couldn't she let go?
She stared at his lips as if she were trying to imagine it just then. But then she muttered, almost scornfully, "You win the timing award, Lykae. That's for certain."
"Doona understand you, Valkyrie," MacRieve rasped. "When is it ever bad timing for a kiss?"
What would his be like? As if she had anything to compare with it. Playing a dangerous game here, Lucia. He leaned in to nuzzle her hair, his breath hot against the pointed tip of her ear. Not the ears! She was so sensitive
"Ah, my lass likes that?" he asked, nuzzling again. When she sagged into him, he took the opportunity to back her into an old oak. He rested his hands against the tree on each side of her head, reminding her of his incredible strength. The Lykae were the most physically powerful beings in the Lore, could lift trains. He could have broken her like a doll, yet he'd been so gentle with her, even after the brutal contest earlier.
Even after I shot him.
He eased even closer, until their bodies were touching. When his gaze dipped to where her breasts met his battered chest, she felt his penis pulse harder in a rush, and a last ounce of sanity told her, Stop this!
She needed to get away from this werewolf, but she couldn't outrun him all the way back to Val Hall. Besides, fleeing from an enemy was something Valkyrie tended never to do.
Have to shoot him between the eyes if I must. From close range. Otherwise, with his speed he could dodge the shot. And put her in agony. "MacRieve, I'm giving you one last—" there, and he grazed his lips right over the tip. That feels so good....
He silenced her with a sizzling kiss to her neck, his tongue flicking against her chilled skin. Shivering with pleasure and surprise, she gazed up at the tree limbs above her, biting her lip.
Yet when he pressed his erection against her, she cried, "Let me go now!" He didn't, so she gouged her thumb into one of his wounds.
His dark claws dug into the tree, but he didn't release her. "Woman, that bluidy hurts."
"Then stop kissing me!"
"Nothing hurts that bad." His mouth descended to her neck once more. He seemed to be not only kissing her but tasting her... gentling her.
"I can make it hurt that bad," she said inanely, striving to keep her eyes open as his tongue darted.
"I feel only one ache in my body." He drew back, and the corner of his lips curled. "And you're soon to ease it."
So earthy and sexy. Lucia couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this much excitement with a male.... Her thoughts trailed off.
No, I can remember the last time. Vividly. Lucia was still paying for it. She attempted to pull away, but he clutched her to him. And Freya help her, she wanted him to. No! No more pretending that she was a normal woman about to have a clandestine affair with the most sexually attractive male she'd ever seen. "Never, MacRieve."
She could be as vicious as any of her sisters. Just be cause a Valkyrie's innate ferocity wasn't her first impulse in a conflict didn't mean she couldn't draw on it when she needed to. "Kiss me again, Lykae, and I'll make you regret it."
He kissed her again. So she kicked him between his legs, ducking from him. As he dropped to his knees, she hastened away. But she heard him grunt, "Still doona regret it."
Rating: 4.5 Stars
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