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He raised his head and looked at the bed’s fourth occupant

Kaelas lay on his back, sprawled over the large bed Eight hundred pounds of limp Arcerian cat An enorh half-lidded eyes Daemon couldn’t decide if it was a deliberate iance

Daemon bared his teeth, a show of do no doubt thathis teeth were more impressive

Contentment vanished Temper scratched It didn’t matter that Kaelas wasn’t a rival lover It didn’t matter that he usually tolerated the cat’s presence, acknowledging that the Red-Jeweled Warlord Prince was one of Jaenelle’s fiercest protectors What , he, as Jaenelle’s husband, didn’t want to share her bed witha das swelled, bubbled up, de Craft to let that soft sound roll through the roo Craft to fill the room

Then Jaenelle snarled

Suddenly he was the only male in the bed

"We’ll tell Beale you need coffee," Ladvarian said, using a psychic spear thread to keep the comment just between thethe way Kaelas shifted from one paw to the other, as if uncertain whether to stay or run

Jaenelle stirred

Kaelas sprang toward the glass doors connected to the balcony that looked out over Jaenelle’s courtyard He passed through the glass, leaped over the balcony railing, and landed in the courtyard two floors below

Ladvarian ran straight for the inside wall and passed through it to the corridor, no doubt racing to find Beale and inform the Hall’s butler that the Lady ake

Which left him to deal with his wife, as not the friendliest person first thing in the "

He’d been a pleasure slave for centuries when he’d lived in Terreille He knew all the nuances for playing bedrooames The rules were different for a husband, but a lot of what he’d learned about wo, with just a husky hint of sex--enough to tell her she was desirable but not enough to imply he had any expectations

She shifted Turned toward hi or loverlike in the sapphire eyes that stared at him

"You woke me up"

A shiver of fear went down his spine He had seen her in the Misty Place, that place deep in the abyss where she appeared as the Self that lived within the human skin--a Self that clearly revealed that not all the dreamers who had woven this dream into flesh had been human

Despite the fact that the body still looked like Jaenelle, it was Witch who stared at hi his fingers over her short golden hair "Didn’t ainst his shoulder and pushed

He could have resisted, physically, but he’d waited seventeen hundred years for her, and he could noher So he rolled onto his back, passive, knowing he wouldn’t defend hi she did to hi his shoulders She rubbed against him--and his cock responded with enthusiasm

"You woke , slow kiss that had his blood pu The scent of her arousal, both physical and psychic, filled hi but need and desire

Then she ended the kiss and her teeth closed over his throat Not a love bite on his neck, but a predator’s hold le the prey No pressure, no real menace from her, but the hold--and what it stood for--shredded the chains that usually held a Warlord Prince within the boundaries of civilized self-control

His long nails whispered down her back, encouraging her to take him His hands rested on her ass for a h to have her hips pushing down against hi, she raised her head

"You woke , and it wasn’t just sex He wasn’t sure there was a word for where they were at thathis head, he licked her throat as he shifted her hips and sheathed hiuess I’ll have to make it up to you"

Daemon watched his hand as he poured a cup of coffee, pleased to see that the uncontrollable shakes had settled down to little tre had been a combination of unrestrained arousal mixed with dollops of fear, which, because of the woe and yet still tender, that was all physical and yet was possible only because of the depth of their feelings for each other When they were done, Jaenelle had staggered into the bathroom, and he, braced by self-discipline and sheer stubbornness, had stu Consort’s suite In safe privacy, he had braced his hands against the shoalls, and while the hot water poured over hi in bed with the woman as his wife and Queen

He sincerely hoped they would enjoy each other like that again in the future And he hoped, just as sincerely, that it wouldn’t be anyti sex," Jaenelle said, looking baffled<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>