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And that was the problem, wasn’t it?

She hadn’t had a steady lover since she’d asked Philip to take care of Leland’s Virgin Night She’d always known about Philip’s passionate love for her daughter It wouldn’t have been fair to any of theht

While a part of her objected to keeping iven up craving awhenever she was a guest at a lower Queen’s court--or when she sneaked away to spend a night or tith a couple of Black Widow friends and feasted on and with the males who served that coven

Now, in the room below hers, there was a Warlord Prince who made her pulse race, a Warlord Prince who had centuries of training in providing sexual pleasure, a Warlord Prince as hers to command

If she dared

Alexandra pulled the bell cord on the right side She waited a ain How did one act with a pleasure slave? They weren’t considered in the saory as consorts or lovers, that much she knew But what should she do? What should she say?

Alexandra coure it out She had to If she didn’t get soo ave up and turned off her light, almost felt relieved that he hadn’t obeyed, when there was a quiet tap on her door

"Conity Her palms ith nervous sweat She flushed when he entered the roo dress, but his hair was slightly disheveled, and the half-unbuttoned shirt gave her a glimpse of his smooth, muscular chest

Her body reacted to his physical presence, leaving her unable to think, unable to speak She had resisted this since he arrived, but now she wanted to knohat it felt like to have hi He did nothing He leaned against the door and stared at her

And soolden eyes

She waited, unwilling to dishtened to demand

In the end, he came to the bed and showed her what a pleasure slave could do

4--Hell

Saetan ignored the light tap on his study door, as he had ignored everything these past feeeks He watched the doorknob turn, but the door was Black-locked, and whoever was on the other side would stay on the other side

The knob turned again and the door opened

His lips curling in a snarl at this blatant intrusion, he lih the door and closed it behind her She stood there, shy and uncertain

"Jaenelle," he whispered "Jaenelle!"

He opened his arms She ran across the roo his neck in a stranglehold

Saetan staggered as his weak leg started to give, but he got them to a chair by the fire He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his arht around her "Jaenelle," he whispered over and over as he kissed her forehead, kissed her cheeks "Where have you been?"

After a while, Jaenelle braced her hands on his shoulders and pushed back She studied his face and frowned "You’re lirieved voice

"The leg’s weak," he replied curtly, dis it

She unbuttoned the top of her blouse and pushed back the collar

"No," he said firain"

"No You’ve been ill"

"No, I haven’t," she protested sharply and then quickly looked away

Saetan’s eyes turned hard yellow, and he drew in a hissing breath If you haven’t been ill, witch-child, then as done to your body was done deliberately I haven’t forgotten the last time I saw you That family of yours has much to explain

"Not really ill," Jaenelle a with hiree But, Hell’s fire, how could he look at her and agree?

"The blood’s strong, Saetan" She definitely was pleading now "And you need the blood"

"Not while you need every drop for yourself," Saetan snarled He tried to shift position, but with Jaenelle straddling hihed He knew that detero until he’d taken the blood

And it occurred to hiive it beyond it being beneficial to hiile--and not just physically It was as if rejecting the blood would confir desperately to control