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Dark Elves 1: Taken is sinfully erotic. Like the bad boy your best friend hates and you'd die 
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the promise of pleasure unparalleled. Rather unlike most of those bad boys, Dark Elves 
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Exotic, erotic and sinfully spicy. 

-- Daria Karpova, author of Loose Damonds (Loose Id) 

 

Taken's graphic imagery, both in words and pictures, is a hot and delicious feast for the 
senses. The reader will enjoy each bite. 

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Jet Mykles 

 

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Chapter One 

 

Even in the early evening noise of the tavern, Dianas silence was deafening. Gala sat 
beside her, nursing an ale gone flat. Waiting. 

Im going after him, Diana finally announced, standing. 

Gala shot to her feet, her hand darting out to take Dianas wrist. You cant! she 
protested, even though she knew it was hopeless. Diana had that look on her face. 

Dianas fine, dark brows lowered. I can. And I will. 

But youve heard the stories about the mountains, Gala insisted, following as Diana 
stormed toward the stairs that led up to their rented room. 

Bah! Thats just what they are. Stories. Ill agree that passing over the mountains is 
probably a hard trek, but theyve not even been gone a day! We can catch them, get my 
money back, then come back here. 

Gala wasnt so sure. Although they were new to the area, she and Diana had heard tale 
after tale of both the Rhaen Mountains and the Dark Forest. The mountains, it was said, were 
impassable save by a very few caravans owned by masters whod traveled the route countless 
times. But even they were often beset by natural forces, and people almost always 
disappeared through travel misfortunes. 


The stories about the Dark Forest were more sinister. Those included tales of entire 
bands entering the depths of the forest and simply disappearing, then the bones of some of 
the victims showing up neatly arranged toward the safer outskirts of the forest. Neatly 
arranged so that it was sure no animal could have accomplished it. And the bones, from what 
anyone could tell, were always those of the male victims. Female victims were never seen 
nor heard from again. Rescue parties sent after those missing either never returned or 
returned with wild stories of black phantoms and sinister magic. 

But Gala had known Diana since childhood and had traveled with her as her only 
companion for the past five springs. She was the untrained healer, the pickpocket, the 
negotiator. While Diana was the fighter, the instigator, the lure. Together, theyd managed to 
get enough odd jobs to stay alive as they continually wandered. 

The previous night, Diana had been cheated, her money stolen, and the culprit had 
taken off in the morning -- while Diana was passed out cold -- with one of the mountain 
caravans. It had taken Diana most of the day to recover from the thiefs blow to her head, but 
once shed recovered, her anger flared. And Dianas anger, once sparked, did not die easily. 

Diana hefted her bag, quiver, and unstrung bow and faced Gala across the tiny room 
theyd shared. I know you dont like this idea, she said, visibly trying to rein in her anger. 
You dont have to go with me. I can be back by tomorrow night. 

Resolute, Gala shook her head. Where you go, I go. Weve been through worse 
before. 

Even angry, Diana had to smile. But it was brief. Then she was out the door. 

* * * * * 

The track was easy enough to follow. The thief, in fact, had been the one to tell them 
what they now knew of the caravans that crossed the mountains. There were only two tracks 
that any caravan would take, both wide enough to fit the typical merchants wagons. The 
High Road was actually faster, but more treacherous, as it went over one of the tall 


mountains. The Low Road added weeks to a trek, but it was safer, even if it skirted the edges 
of the Dark Forest throughout most of the journey. 

Camp is held on the road, as well, Gala recalled the charming man telling them. No 
ones allowed to step foot off the road. 

Why not? Diana had asked, already intrigued by him. 

Too dangerous. Anyone who loses sight of the road never returns. 

Diana had laughed. Never? 

Gala recalled the oddly serious look in the mans sparkling blue eyes. Never. 

Gala, for one, believed him. 

Although the twisted oaks and soaring elms that lined the path were gorgeous, there 
was a sinister cast to them. With true night fast approaching, Gala became certain that eyes 
were upon them. Diana was mostly silent, still smarting on the back of her skull where the 
thief had struck her. What words she did utter either had to do with their travel or with the 
questionable parentage of the thief they now tailed down the Low Road. The forest closed in 
around them. Sunlight was left behind. Evidence of plenty of wildlife grew around them. 

These people are insane, Diana said suddenly, gesturing toward a covey of quail that 
scurried boldly across the road. This place is a wealth of game. 

Gala stirred at the change of subject, but only nodded. She adjusted her seat in the 
saddle, yawning to shed the apathy caused by the gentle roll of her horses gait. 

Wheres this dark danger we were warned of? Diana scoffed as the last vestiges of 
sunlight disappeared and plunged them into thick, gray twilight. Even so, Gala saw her 
friends hand drift toward the sword at her belt. 

Should we make camp? Gala asked, spurring her mount to walk abreast of Dianas. 

No. Lets keep going. The caravan will be making camp soon. We should catch them 
before daybreak. 


Gala nodded, her eyes darting from shadow to shadow. Night had fallen on them 
abruptly, and only the scant moonlight provided illumination to the path ahead of them. To 
either side was inky darkness. 

They rode in silence for a time. 

Its warm, Gala realized. 

Diana took a moment to judge, idly rubbing a hand against her chest. Its got to be the 
trees, she stated. No breeze. 

Gala nodded, but continued to look about. Why was she flushed? Of a sudden, her 
tunic was either far too tight or her breasts had swelled. The saddle between her legs grew 
increasingly uncomfortable as she realized she felt ... aroused? 

Diana, she murmured, finally convinced that what she felt was not natural. 

Diana gasped, and Gala whirled to face the same direction. Oddly, her hand didnt fall 
to the hilt of her shortsword. Nor did their horses balk. Both mounts came to a calm halt 
beneath their riders. But both riders were distracted from that oddity by the figure that 
appeared before them. 

Appeared was an apt term, as the dark figure seemed to materialize from the inky 
shadow of a particularly large oak which overhung the road. The tall figure was completely 
contained within a voluminous, hooded black robe. Two spots of glowing red were all that 
pierced the darkness within the hood. 

Red? 

Gala and Diana sat their mounts, riveted. Gala licked suddenly dry lips, aware her 
breathing had quickened, as the figure raised black hands to the clasp of the hood, just below 
where a chin should be. In one beautiful, fluid movement, the robe parted and slid to the 
ground. 

Both women gasped. 


A man stood before them. A man unlike any either had ever encountered before. Tall 
and muscular, he resembled the perfect specimen of a lean, human male, but the skin that 
was stretched taut over chiseled muscle was pure, gleaming black, like the surface of a 
moonlit pond. The two points of red which had glowed from within the hood proved to be 
the irises of his eyes, eyes that held them captive from beneath stark white lashes. Snowy 
white hair fell straight and gleaming over his shoulders and down his back, held back by two 
braids at his temples and what looked to be one behind his head. Strange white designs, like 
tattoos, emblazoned his chest and belly, as well as his forehead. 

Vaguely, Gala wondered that she saw such detail, until she found that she was now 
standing just a few feet before the man. How had she gotten there? When had she 
dismounted, and how had she crossed the short distance to him without being aware of it? 
Diana stood beside her as well, she noted out of the corner of her eyes. Only the corner, 
because she could not tear her gaze from this man with his gleaming onyx skin and delicately 
pointed ears. An elf? Shed never heard of dark-skinned elves, let alone those with skin the 
hue of the blackest night. She stood now before him, taking the hand that he extended. All 
the while, her gaze was fastened to his, even when his focus was on Diana. He was so 
amazingly beautiful! A piece of the most mystical moonlit night made flesh. 

His hand was warm as it encircled hers and drew her close. The top of her head was 
about on level with his shoulder, putting her mouth right in line with the black, puckered 
nipple to which his hand was gently guiding her lips. She parted them willingly and lapped 
at his flesh, her hands raised to flatten against his belly and side. His skin tasted like cool 
spring water and hot cinnamon spice, a heady, strange combination that saturated her tongue 
and slid down her throat. Her own moan vibrated in her throat as she sucked harder. 

She felt lips on her forehead, a sweet caress. Then the hand on the back of her neck 
pressed until she realized she was meant to kneel. She did, her body sliding sensuously down 
his until she reached her knees and her eyes were level with his cock. Thick and proudly 
erect, it thrust at her. She lapped at her own lips, still tasting his nipple, and wrapped her 


hand around his beautiful organ. Shed never before thought the male form particularly awe-
inspiring, but this creatures entire body was a gift from the gods. She slid her hand down the 
shaft, finding it was, curiously, already slick to the touch, easily sliding through her grasp. 
Although Gala had never performed such an act with her few other lovers, she opened her 
mouth and guided that fleshy tool past her lips. 

 

Diana saw Gala from the corner of her eye. A part of her mind suggested that this 
should stop. But the beautiful black mans hand was caressing her face. She turned to catch 
his gaze, riveted on her despite Galas ministrations to his sex. Murmuring something she 
didnt understand, he gently pried her lips apart with his thumb, then eased the thick digit 
into the wet recess of her mouth. 

Obediently, she suckled, lulled by his deep, resonant voice. 

What was he saying? 

What was she doing!? 

But she couldnt stop. The thumb in her mouth was a small substitute for the organ in 
Galas mouth, but it was curiously just as effective. Diana felt things melt low in her belly. At 
length, he tugged her forward until he could press her against his side. Her leg bumped 
Galas shoulder, but she couldnt concentrate on that. Not when his glistening black lips were 
bending to take hers. His kiss was bliss. Warm as sunshine to a chilled body. Eagerly, she 
drank from him, sucking his tongue into her mouth before he had a chance to offer it. When 
he pulled from her, she protested, reaching. Smiling, he backed away. Only distantly did she 
know her friend stood beside her. 

The intriguing creature made an abrupt, downward gesture with his hand, and 
suddenly everything went blank. 

 


 


 

Another black figure peeled from the shadows of the trees, arriving in time to catch the 
taller woman as she slumped in spelled slumber. The sorcerer caught the smaller. The 
unconscious women were held tenderly as the black figures stepped off the beaten path into 
the thick of the forest. 

 


Chapter Two 

 

Obsidian hands anchored Diana to the bed as her body continued to writhe. She 
groaned, unable to vocalize the explosive ramp to her orgasm. His cock filled her to bursting, 
and still she wanted, needed more. On all fours, she clawed at the sheets beneath her, 
bunching a wad of fine linen into her mouth to staunch her screams as he twisted to a 
different angle and hit her in a spot shed never known she had. Sweat covered every inch of 
her body but failed to cool her. Her wet hair plastered in tendrils to her neck, the sides of her 
face. One heavy lock fell over her eyes, but it didnt matter. She couldnt see. There might be 
tears in her eyes, but with every other wetness, she could no longer tell. 

Her legs threatened to cramp, but still she forced them to slam her hips back against 
his. The pleasure was torture, but her body wouldnt allow her to stop. With a scream, she 
came again. Her entire body imploded, so tense her muscles shook. She collapsed to her 
belly, panting in an effort to get air into her lungs. For precious moments, that was all she 
could do, all she could think of. 

Then as he withdrew, she realized to her astonishment that she wasnt sated! Although 
she was sore from the inside out, her juices continued to flow, her breasts ached, and her 
empty cunt was still pulsing. 


Desperately, she dragged a hand over her eyes, trying to pull herself from her daze. 
Moans reached her ears. When she could focus, it still took her precious moments of staring 
to decide on what she was seeing. 

Gala. Her friend. Her companion. Gala lay on her back beside Diana, her smaller body 
nearly hidden beneath the beast with satiny black skin. 

What is he? Diana had enough sense to wonder, even as she refused her hands urge to 
reach out and stroke the rippling muscles on his bare back. He was shaped like a human, but 
she was sure he couldnt be. Even in her haze, she knew nothing with skin that color, ears 
that pointed, nor eyes that glowing red was human. Silky, soft white hair fell in glorious 
waves, curtaining his face from her and nearly hiding Gala, as well. Gala, who desperately 
clung to his big body as his hips slid that wonderful, monster cock in and out of her. 

A sudden flip of his head tossed his white locks to the far side of his head, and that 
wickedly gorgeous face turned to Diana. Reason and rationality left, and she crawled on 
aching limbs to get close enough to press her lips to his. She didnt care that he was fucking 
her friend. She didnt care that her position brought her close to her friends naked body. It 
didnt matter. Shed do anything to touch him again. 

Without thought, she slid her hand down his back to his buttocks. Her mouth now 
laving at the hard muscle at the back of his shoulder, she slid her fingers down the crack of 
his ass until she found his balls. His groan of appreciation hit her somewhere below her 
navel, and she continued to fondle him as he pumped into Gala. Growling, Diana 
repositioned herself so that her legs straddled his hairless calf. The hard muscle there did 
nicely to rub her aching clit. 

Gala came. Distantly, Diana knew it, but she was far more interested in her own 
approaching climax. She wanted him to fuck her again. How many times had he already 
fucked her? How many times had he brought her to climax? 

Had he yet climaxed? 


Thoughts shattered as she came again. This time, her weak muscles wouldnt allow her 
to continue riding him. She slumped into a pile beside him as he continued to ride Gala. 

What was happening? 

Determined, Diana backed away until she could slide in a clumsy heap to the floor. 
Glancing up, she saw clear red eyes watching her, but he didnt even break stride. Not even 
as Gala was clearly biting his neck. Hard. 

Sweet god of war, she wanted him again! He smiled, and she was nearly mad with the 
desire to suck that succulent lower lip into her mouth. Groaning, she buried her face in the 
rumpled sheet. She concentrated hard on finding control, on finding her voice. Something 
was wrong. 

She had no clue how long she sat there. The coital sounds only a few feet from her 
were tuned out as she sought her center. 

THWACK!! 

Dianas head shot up just in time to catch sight of the business end of a whip slithering 
off the beasts shining black back. He was kneeling now, Gala half seated, half lying before 
him. 

THWACK! 

Dianas mind was suddenly clear, and she scrambled away from the bed. Gala, her face 
a mask of panic, tumbled from the mattress. They scrambled to the corner and huddled 
together, heedless of their nudity. 

The beast didnt seem to notice, frozen with a look of agony on his face. 

A female voice screamed in rage. On the other end of the whip was a woman, or at 
least a female version of whatever the beast was. Like him, her skin was satin black and her 
hair shining white, but her ears were not pointed. She wore very little -- a long loincloth 
draped loosely over her hips, and little slippers. And she was very pregnant. 


She drew back and expertly hit him with the whip; at least six feet of supple white 
leather hissed through the air to cut at his back. He jerked, his head thrown back, but he 
made no move to escape her. Nor did the whip rip his skin as it should. 

Diana ...?! Gala gasped. 

But Diana had seen it too. He wasnt in pain, not if the bobbing of his erection was any 
indication. Before their astounded eyes, the cock that had taken them both to countless 
climaxes burst forth his seed as the female again let the whip go. 

With a pleased groan, he crumpled to a heap on the bed. 

The female snarled something in what could only be their language, then proceeded 
toward the bed. The girls scrambled back against the wall, eyeing the whip still uncoiled in 
her hand. 

We didnt know! Gala cried. 

The female frowned at them. She pointed with the whip handle. Are you all right? 
she asked in clear commonspeak. 

Diana scowled, but Gala was effusive. We didnt know he was yours. We didnt. I 
mean ... 

Dont be ridiculous, scoffed the female, coming to stand beside the male, who was 
almost purring with contentment. I know very well what happened. You were under a 
spell. She kicked at the males hand as he reached to stroke her leg. And you dont even 
know yet whats happened to you. 

Whats happened to us? Diana demanded, quickly scanning the room for any sign of 
their clothing or weapons. Neither were evident. 

Come with me. Ill let you get washed up, get some food for you, and Ill tell you. 

Wed rather leave. 

The females clear blue eyes locked on Dianas. You cant ever leave. They wont let 
you. 


To hells with that, Diana pronounced. She shot to her feet, completely forgetting the 
state of her body. Her legs protested and buckled. Only Galas ready help got her to the 
ground without injuring her. 

The female sighed and called out something in that other language. Instantly, two more 
of the beasts, these two far more burly than the first, appeared. The female pointed and, 
much to Dianas dismay, they came and picked up each of the girls. Diana wanted to fight, 
but there was nothing left in her. The first beast had used her body beyond exhaustion. 

 


Chapter Three 

 

The girls were taken to a strange little bathing room. The windowless walls were 
carved to look like stone and mortar, but the feel of the place was obviously underground. 
Everything was remarkably well kept. There was only a bit of a dank cave smell. A pool in 
the ground larger than any tub Diana had previously used was filled with pleasantly warm, 
lavender-scented water. There was no mold, no slimy walls. 

Dont get comfortable, Diana cautioned Gala as her friend was about to step into the 
pool. We dont know whats happening. 

Although the water was inviting beyond measure, both girls contented themselves 
with dipping cloths in it and using those to wipe sweat and sex juices from their skin. They 
avoided each others gazes. 

Diana ... Gala started softly. 

No, Diana denied. I dont want to talk about it. Not now. Lets get out of here first. 

But ... 

No. Please. I ... cant. 


She couldnt meet her friends eyes. Each time Diana looked at her, she vividly recalled 
the sight of Galas smooth skin, her pert breasts bouncing as that beast fucked her to climax 
and beyond. 

Thankfully, Gala remained silent as they finished their washing. They wrapped their 
nakedness in long, light cloths left for them, as they were the only covering available aside 
from the drying cloths. The same two huge men awaited them when they emerged, and 
escorted them down a short, torchlit hall. 

The room in which the female awaited them might have been a parlor in any lords 
manor. Fine furniture was spread across a wood plank floor. Even the walls, which must 
have been more stone, were papered to look normal. Again, the lack of windows was the 
only hint they were belowground. 

The pregnant female reclined on a ladys couch, eating with dainty fingers from a bowl 
perched precariously on her bulging belly. 

Welcome, she said, a touch of sarcasm in her voice. Please, have something to eat. 
With a wave, she indicated a side table covered with a buffet of dishes. I know you must be 
hungry. 

Where are we? Diana demanded, grabbing Galas arm when she would have 
approached the food. 

The female smiled. Ill answer all your questions as best I can, I promise. But you 
really should eat first. 

How do we know that the food isnt part of this spell you mentioned? 

She arched a brow at Diana. You dont. I can only tell you that its not. Its just normal 
food. The spell has already been cast, and the fucking you received sealed it. The last was 
said with a slight snarl. 

Diana felt her blush at the blatant words, but continued to stare the female down. 
What spell? 


With an irritating grin, the female shook her head. Eat first. 

Diana, please, Gala interrupted when Diana opened her mouth to refuse. We cant 
go very far on an empty stomach. 

You see? said the female, staring into her bowl. Your friend speaks sense. 

None of this makes sense, Diana growled. However, she released Gala and followed 
her to the table. Most of the food was recognizable, both by sight and smell. Rich venison 
roasted with small red potatoes and mushrooms dominated, but there was also a hearty stew 
that smelled like rabbit, as well as vegetables. That didnt negate the possibility of poison, but 
Diana had to concede that they were already captured. Poison didnt seem to make much 
sense. 

Diana and Gala both made plates and took them to the pillows the female indicated on 
the floor before her couch. Diana wanted to protest. The positions made them seem 
supplicants to the lady, but for all she knew, this was the queen of these people and therefore 
due the respect. 

Once shed seen that theyd actually begun to eat, the female spoke up. First, let me 
introduce myself. My name is Iana. 

When Diana made no motion to respond, Gala supplied their names. Iana noted 
Dianas reaction with a wry grin, but said nothing. She addressed herself to Gala. I dont 
expect youve ever heard of raedjour, have you? 

Silence indicated that neither girl had. Iana nodded. No, you wouldnt have. But thats 
where you are, in the underground kingdom of the raedjour. Its quite an extensive city, 
actually, and goes on for miles underneath the forest and mountains. 

The raedjour are the mystery of the Dark Forest? Gala asked. 

They are. As well as the dark terrors of the Rhaen Mountains. Fitting, dont you think, 
given the skin color? she asked, holding out her arm to display her obsidian skin. 

The raedjour have been killing people in the Dark Forest for centuries? 


Yes. But not everyone was killed. Males, usually yes. But no female has ever been slain 
intentionally by a raedjour man. Their goddess wouldnt abide it. Instead, they capture 
them. 

Gala supplied the question Iana wanted. Why? 

Quite simple, actually. You see, the raedjour were created by their goddess -- Rhae -- 
as sexual consorts before the gods left the earth. Shed never expected to leave, you see, so 
she didnt think ahead. She only created males. When she left, she had to do something to 
ensure their survival. So she told them to steal human women. They already oozed sex, so 
there was no doubt the women would be attracted. The goddess gave them a spell to convert 
human women to raedjour so that the women could have the raedjours babies. 

You were human? Gala gasped. 

The anger and sadness in Ianas proud gaze was evident as she nodded. 

But theyve been doing this for centuries. Why continue to take more women? 

For some reason, only male children have been born. 

Ever? 

Ever. Iana smoothed a hand over her belly. I myself have had four sons. This will be 
the fifth. 

With ...? 

His name is Nalfien. Hes the most powerful sorcerer among the raedjour at this 
moment. And, as raedjour measure such things, Im his wife. His truemate. 

Im so sorry, Gala bemoaned, reaching out to touch Ianas hand. We truly didnt 
know ... didnt mean ... 

You mean the fucking? Think nothing of it. Despite her words, it was obvious the 
fucking bothered her. Youll find raedjour society quite unlike human society where sex is 
concerned. Even truemated raedjour will fuck others, both male and female. In Nalfiens 
situation, he fucked you to set the spell. He tells me its necessary. 


Neither Diana nor Gala could hide their shock at Ianas direct words. 

But you wanted to know about the spell, Iana continued, ignoring their reaction. It 
wasnt just the spell that made you want them. As I said, their ancestors were created as 
consorts to a goddess. Theres something about them that will naturally attract you. The 
spell, however, made you crazy with lust. I dont understand it all, but as far as I know, the 
lust distracted you so the change spell could get past your natural defenses and start the 
change. 

The change? Diana demanded. 

To raedjour. 

No! Diana cried, shooting to her feet. Although her legs were still somewhat wobbly, 
she was able to stand. 

Iana regarded her mildly. Where do you think youre going? 

I wont change. 

And you believe you have a say in this? You do remember the two rather large men 
that brought you here? Theyre still out there. Im surprised they havent barged in already. 

Diana shook with rage, fists bunching and flexing. Iana continued to stare. Wouldnt 
you rather sit nicely for the little time I can steal for you, and find out what is in store for 
you? 

I wont. 

Ianas eyes slitted. Good. Fight them. Im the first to hope youll win. But I dont think 
you will, and you certainly wont if you dont know what is coming in the immediate 
future. 

Diana, Gala soothed, please, sit down. Lets hear what Iana has to say. 

I cant sit, Diana muttered, beginning to pace the room. 

Please, Iana, Gala asked, go on. 


Very well. The spell isnt very consistent. Some women change immediately; some 
take longer. I can tell you that becoming raedjour means you can no longer stand even the 
most mild sunlight. I know, Ive tried. Even on the coldest, most overcast day, a few 
moments in the sun and your body heats unbearably, and the light is too bright to see a 
thing. The other side of the coin is that you never get cold. The torches here are mostly for 
light for those who are still human -- because you also acquire night vision that would put a 
cat to shame. 

As for whats about to happen to you, you should brace yourselves. You know now 
that youre here for breeding purposes, but thats not the full extent of it. Theres only one 
possible man who can impregnate you. Your truemate. No one knows why -- and believe 
me, it frustrates them no end -- but each man only seems to be fertile with one female in his 
lifetime. 

How do they know? Gala asked. 

Remember I said this is a sexual society. Most, if not all, truemates have, on many 
occasions, fucked others, truemated or no. The rule still stands. Either theyre only fertile 
with their truemate, or its the truemates presence that makes them fertile to others. As no 
one can really tell, its assumed that only truemates are fertile. 

So what happens to us? 

Youll be taken from here to the first of a long line of lovers. 

No! Diana cried. 

Iana ignored her. Youll stay with each man for nine nights. If, at the end of that time, 
youre pregnant, a truematch is announced and youre his. 

His? Diana demanded. 

How can they tell if youre pregnant after nine days? Gala asked over Dianas 
objection. 

Ianas eyes shadowed, staring at her belly. They know. 


So they just pass us from man to man until were pregnant? Diana cried. 

Iana nodded. Youll have short breaks after each nine days and when your moontime 
comes, but even that will stop after a time. Raedjour cycles are different from humans. 

How long does it take? Gala asked in a tiny voice. 

To find your truemate? Iana clarified. It varies. From my own experience, I lost 
count at forty lovers before Nalfien planted me. 

Forty! Diana cried. No! It wont happen. I ... She wavered on her feet, her knees 
again wobbly. 

Diana, are you all right? Gala asked, immediately at her side, though she was wobbly 
herself. 

The door opened and the first male -- the sorcerer -- walked in. Iana, he greeted his 
truemate in commonspeak. I trust youve had a nice chat with our guests? 

You son of a skunk! Diana spat, still struggling to stand with Galas help. She lost the 
battle and fell to her hands and knees. What have you done to me? 

Extraordinary, she heard him murmur as he slowly approached her. You have such 
strength, Diana. But dont fight the spell. It will only hurt you. 

I wont give in to you. 

Thats the spirit, Iana cheered, glaring at her mate. Fight him, Diana. Fight him with 
all you are! 

Iana, thats enough, he admonished. 

This isnt happening, Diana gasped, trying to lock her arms to keep from collapsing to 
the floor. 

Deny all you like, Iana said, not unkindly. But, believe me, its happening. 

That was the last Diana heard before the world went black. 

 


Chapter Four 

 

Diana woke in a softly lit chamber. The bed beneath her was comfortable, and the light 
blanket was all she needed in the warm room. Open windows were set in the wall across 
from her, displaying pure blackness beyond. 

She glanced about the chamber to find herself alone. Sitting up, she saw that the 
chamber was quite a normal-looking bedchamber, complete with clothes chests and a side 
table set beneath a polished disk. Rising, she crossed to the window. It was barred, the space 
between the bars far too narrow for her to fit between. Experimentally, she tugged the bars. 
Solid and unmoving. 

Beyond the opening, she could make out the rock of the cavern ceiling. Minerals 
played the part of stars in the stony sky. Below was a perfectly normal-looking courtyard 
surrounded on three sides by the building she was in. The fourth side was a stone wall 
possessed of an open but fortified gate. Although the design was more elegant than any shed 
seen, the strength of the fortification was evident. 

The doors lock clicked. She whirled, the fact that she was naked now apparent to her, 
but it was too late to do anything about it. 

It was, of course, one of them. 


He wasnt quite as stunning as the sorcerer had been. Not quite as chiseled, and none of 
the curious white tattoos marked his skin. Still, this one was gorgeous. He was tall, and every 
inch of him was carved muscle. Snug trousers hugged his thighs and soft boots covered his 
feet. His chest was gleaming, bare black. This ones hair flowed in a straight ivory flow from 
the crown of his head to the middle of his back, with a few wispy tendrils brushing his chest. 
His violet eyes gleamed as he viewed his treasure. 

I am Boutel, he said, taking a step toward her. 

She dropped into an attack-ready crouch. Stay away, she warned. 

He raised one silky brow and took another step, but her raised fist stopped him. Youll 
fight me? he asked, surprised. 

With everything Ive got, she promised. I wont be raped. 

He chuckled, bracing his hands on his lean hips. It would hardly be rape, dear 
woman, he purred. Raedjour do not need rape. Unless -- His eyes dropped to sultry slits. 
-- that is what appeals to you. 

Her eyes narrowed. Hardly, she answered. Unbidden, she recalled her time with 
Nalfien. Remembered not caring that he was fucking her friend. Shed only wanted to touch 
him. If this man could affect her similarly, was there anything she could do? 

Boutel took another step toward her. She sidled away. His gaze sharpened, a feral grin 
curving his black lips. The bastard was enjoying this! 

He circled her, a gleaming panther stalking a defiant doe. She scowled when his hands 
went to the fastening of his trousers and untied the laces. 

Keep your trousers on! she demanded. 

He only laughed. Oh, no. From the opening sprang a cock as dark as he was, and 
every bit as alert. There was no nest of hair at the base of that organ, nothing to relieve the 
expanse of onyx skin curving from groin to cock tip. The skin would be hot, like the 
sorcerers. What else would be the same? 


He sprang. She screamed, realizing shed let herself be distracted by his cock. He 
caught her arm and twisted, forcing her back to him. She tried to kick at him, but he eluded 
her, shoving one leg in between hers. The bed was too close behind her -- before her, now -- 
and he quite easily tumbled them onto it. 

She screamed again, bucking underneath him, but he only held her until she calmed. 
His long hair tickled her left cheek. Spitefully, she bit it. 

He laughed outright, infuriating her. Worse, the proximity of his body filled her 
attention. Carved muscle pressed against her back. His arms pressed against her sides as he 
held her wrists tightly. He shifted, the new position snugging his cock into the crack of her 
ass. Groaning, she buried her face in the bed beneath her, shocked at how hard it was not to 
press back against him. 

Yes, he purred, his breath a caress to her temple. She shuddered when his lips found 
a tender spot behind her ear. His tongue trailed along the shell of her ear until he could use it 
to guide her lobe into his mouth. I promise you only pleasure. Were bred for this. 

Give it to some other woman, she demanded, very little conviction in her voice. 

Gently, he bit down. Youre my woman for the next nine days, he said around her 
earlobe. 

She bucked, and they both groaned as the movement fit him more snugly against her. 
His hands clenched around her wrists. His lips dropped to her neck, gently nibbling her 
nape. Relax, Diana, he soothed, retreating enough that his lips reached the curve of her 
shoulder and his cock eased down until it nudged at her moistened entrance. Warm. So 
warm. And did she feel a light sheen of oil rubbing from his skin to hers? Not just his cock, 
but his chest and arms. And it smelled divine! Had he oiled his body before coming to her? 
She wiggled again, but that only succeeded in wetting the tip of his cock in her juices. 


So sweet, he murmured, his breath melting the bones of her spine. By tilting his hips, 
he eased more of his shaft through her juices. The blunt head rasped against her clit, and she 
gasped. 

Her wrists fell free when he released them to better angle himself. Run! She ordered 
herself, but her body wouldnt obey. Filled with his odd, spicy scent, covered by his body, 
her traitorous muscles were tensed and ready, her very womb drooling at the prospect of his 
entrance. 

His fingers traced a path down her back, lingering over the swell of her buttocks. She 
refused to hear his murmured words, clenching her eyes shut as his caresses heated her skin. 
Made a token struggle when his hands grasped her thighs to haul her up into a more 
accessible position, but he easily subdued her. Then she was positioned. 

Then he was inside. 

Groaning, she clasped the bedclothes to either side of her face, pressing the sheets to 
her face to mute the sound he pushed from her as he tunneled endlessly inside. 

Ah, yes, he cried, seated to the hilt. He paused, letting her inner walls adjust to him. 
Grip him. You see, Diana. 

I see that Im under a spell that makes ... Ah! Gods! He was pulling out, the friction 
sending shivers to her toes. 

And in. Slowly. So she could feel every glorious inch. She moaned. 

Life with us can be so good, he crooned, pulling out. He did it twice more, slowly 
sinking the sword deep into her heart. 

Then, abruptly, he slammed in. She gasped. The sudden move was enough to snap her 
just a bit from her haze. With a cry, she lurched forward, struggling to escape the sensuous 
weave that ensnared her. 

Startled, he lost his hold on her. She tumbled head over heels from the bed, scrambling 
on all fours to the farthest corner of the room. 


Diana! 

She heard him behind her and whirled. You will not take me that easily! she 
declared, ignoring that he had, in fact, done just that. 

Standing before her, his cock was just at her eye-level, poking out of the trousers he 
still wore, and just out of her reach. Bobbing before him, it gleamed even more than before, 
wet now with her cream. Unconsciously, she licked her lips. 

He frowned down at her. Nalfien said youd be reluctant, he grumbled. But why? 

I dont want this, she snarled. 

You did just a moment ago. Whats changed? 

I dont know you, she answered, reflex. She had to keep him talking. Or was it that 
she had to distract herself? 

He dropped to a crouch before her, close but not so close that she couldnt breathe. He 
smiled. Im doing my best to let you know me. Intimately. 

She ground her teeth, clutching her arms uselessly about her knees. Smug bastard. I 
dont want to know you. 

He cocked his head to the side, hair tumbling over his shoulder. Must I restrain you? 

Her eyes went wide. It must be the spell. Why else did the picture of his strapping her 
down make her heart race? 

He grinned. I think youd like that. 

She shook her head frantically. No. 

Oh, yes. 

He rose gracefully and turned toward a chest across the small room from her. 
Trembling with need, Diana used the warm -- warm? -- stone walls to gain her feet. There 
were only a few lit candles in the room. No fireplace. No firepit. How were the walls warm? 


She had no time to contemplate further. Boutel had taken what he needed from the 
chest. Rope. Soft and silky, by the look of it, but thick and solid, as well. Grinning, he wound 
much of its length around both of his hands. 

She trembled, forcing herself to believe it was fury and not lust which did this to her 
muscles. She watched his advance, knowing it was hopeless. He stood half a head taller than 
she and was twice as wide. Shed heard that elves were delicate creatures with bones as light 
as a birds. Obviously, these dark elves were not of that species. Unless the bird were an eagle 
or a roc. 

She darted aside at the last possible moment, not knowing where to go, only knowing 
that she had to fight rather than submit. He chased her, laughing. They darted about the 
room. She hurled a candelabra at him, horrified when he caught it and -- it seemed -- 
extinguished the flames with a look. 

When he finally caught her, pinned between the wall and his body, she wasnt sure he 
hadnt been toying with her. Nor was she sure why she was running. Their scuffle in the 
warm room sprouted sweat on her naked skin. The heated air was dripping with the scent of 
him, and she was crazed with lust the instant his chest hit her back. 

Grappling, snarling, although she no longer knew why, she finally struggled against the 
ropes alone. His cock was a searing brand each time it grazed her lower back or buttocks, and 
her only coherent thought was to deny herself the demand that he fuck her. She wanted it. 
He likely knew she wanted it. She wouldnt say it! 

Once she was securely tied, he picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She rolled onto 
her back, lying on her trussed arms. The position and the crisscross of ropes hed bound her 
with presented her breasts as a blatant lure. Her splayed legs were an open invitation. 

An invitation he did not ignore. Without giving her any time to muster an escape, he 
fell on her, thrusting into her pussy in one hard glide. The primal sound that emitted from 
her throat was somewhere between a scream and a groan. Even the painful wrenching of her 


arms couldnt dampen the searing pleasure of his sex pummeling hers. He braced himself 
above her, elbows to either side of her shoulders, fists tight in her hair. His mouth descended 
on hers, and she kissed him without thought of denial. His tongue was another necessary 
penetration. 

Her first orgasm was loud and violent, only his heavy weight pinning them to the bed 
as her strong body bucked and writhed. Her second orgasm found her legs locked about his 
hips, her heels digging into the soft skin just below his buttocks as she used them to press 
him inside. Her third orgasm found her mewling, the sensations just as strong but her body 
depleted beyond fight. She missed his release through the never-ending trembling of her 
own. She was unconscious before he ever pulled out. 

 


Chapter Five 

 

Moons later ... 

Long before the door opened, Nalfien set aside the scroll he was reading. He sat quietly 
in the large chair, facing the door as Gala peeked around the heavy wood. 

Enter, child, he greeted her look of apprehension. 

She scurried in, closing the door behind her. He took the opportunity to admire her 
sleek, soft body, only partially hidden beneath the filmy silk wrap that fastened at one 
shoulder and draped her torso. Her long, wavy blonde hair was a bit lighter than it had been 
when hed taken her from the forest, a sign that she would be one to change rapidly once she 
found her truemate. 

She leaned back against the door, her hands behind her. Nervous. He wondered what 
the cause was. Yes, he could have read her mind, but he tried not to intrude on the thoughts 
of others unless it was strictly necessary. 

He held out a hand, encouraging her to approach. What ails you, child? 

She frowned as she closed the distance between them. Im not a child, she insisted. 

Very well. He took her hand and guided her to sit on the padded stool at his feet. 


The two of them had developed an odd bond in her past few moons with the raedjour. 
On each of her days between lovers, she asked incessant questions. Entranced by her 
curiosity, he felt compelled to answer. She was sharp, this one, easily missed behind her veil 
of quiet. Her down-turned eyes saw more than many who looked at a problem straight on. 
Because of that, because of her incessant curiosity, hed quartered her near his own rooms 
and granted her permission to visit him between lovers. 

He waited, watching her fidget, until she asked her questions. 

Why havent I found my truemate? she finally asked. 

Ah, so that was it. Unfortunately, my dear, its not a predictable occurrence. Some 
women never find their truemate. 

What happens to them? 

They are given quarters of their own in a place thats come to be known as the 
brothel. There they are cared for until the end of their days. 

She nodded, riveted by her own hands making creases in the flimsy wrap she wore, 
rather than raising her gaze to his. Can a person tell if theyve found their truemate? Or do 
only you sorcerers know? 

He smoothed his hand over her thigh, just above her knee. Being raedjour, it was 
difficult for him to be near bare flesh without caressing. He did it without thought. We 
confirm the truematch, but some are aware of the truematch before we tell them. 

She raised her eyes, but made it only to the tattoo blazoned across his chest, a symbol 
of Rhaes favor. How do they know? How did you know? With Iana. 

He smiled, allowing his thoughts to drift as he spoke. I knew by the touch of her. The 
taste of her. She was home. She was mine. 

Why didnt you know initially? 

Initially? 

Dont you lay the initial spell on all women? 


Ah. No. Most, but not all. At the time, I was seeing Hyle -- one of my apprentices -- 
through his initial passage into becoming a spellcaster. I was occupied for moons. During that 
time, Rhicard filled my place. 

Gala nodded absently. Rhicard was the only sorcerer shed met other than Nalfien. 

Nalfien placed a finger below her chin and raised her face to his. What troubles you, 
Gala? 

Her clear blue eyes brimmed with confusion. I feel something I dont understand, she 
finally admitted. 

What do you feel? 

A tingling. Arousal. She closed her eyes, turning inward. A warmth like Ive never 
felt before. 

He smiled. That could be a sign of a truematch. 

I dont see how, she said, scowling prettily. 

Whyever not? he asked, trying to recall who her last match was. And why hadnt she 
been planted? 

Her eyes reopened, focusing on him. Because I feel this around you. 

He blinked, shocked. Thats quite impossible, he declared before he could think. 

She shook her head, grabbing his wrist when the movement dislodged his fingers from 
her chin. Its true. I feel this only in your presence. I crave your touch. 

Disgruntled, he sat back in the chair, eyeing her warily. To do her credit, he carefully 
checked his own emotions. Nothing. Nothing above the fondness hed come to feel for her. 
Certainly not the hot flashes of lust or the simmering tenderness he felt in Ianas presence. 

Gala leaned forward, hands braced on his thighs. Is it possible for you to have two 
truemates? 

He shook his head. Not to my knowledge. Not in any history Ive known. 


A moment of panic took his heart. Many times hed wished for a more pliable mate. 
Although shed been his truemate for quite some time, Iana had yet to lose her human ways, 
her human spites, her human jealousies. Many of the tasks he performed sparked her more 
ugly traits. It was then she brought out the weapons. He closed his eyes as lust overtook him 
at the thought of her whip biting into his skin. No, despite her faults -- or perhaps because of 
them -- Iana was his own truematch. 

Galas hands slid farther up his thighs, and her determined little fingers undid the knot 
that held together the wrap about his waist. 

Gala, what are you doing? 

Please, she begged, sinking to her knees as her tiny hands clasped his erection. It 
feels so good. 

Yes, it does, he thought as he groaned when her hot mouth sank onto his cock. 
Although he knew he should stop her, Nalfien tangled his hands in her curly locks and 
guided her mouth as she suckled him. It had been so long since hed allowed another woman 
to take him willingly, outside of the initial charm. Iana rarely pleasured him like this. 

Gala had learned a thing or two from her list of lovers. Nalfien let his head sink back to 
rest on the chair while she pleasured him with her tongue, lips, and hands. He didnt stop 
her, not even when he allowed himself to climax in her mouth. To his surprise, she 
swallowed it all. He actually had to pull her away from his limp organ as she tried to bring it 
back to life. She would know from experience with his kind that it would not take much 
stimulation to do so. 

This will stop here, he declared, pushing her gently away. 

But what about what I feel? 

Well discuss that. 

She shook her head, trying to get closer. Fuck me first. 

No. 


You did the first night. 

And only the first night. Iana is my truemate. You do remember her whip? 

She winced. I remember. 

Im not the only one she uses it on. 

She blinked big blue eyes at him. I could never use a whip on you. 

That effectively quelled his lust. He could smile now, could touch her. But, child, that 
is what I need. 

Her eyes went bigger in shock. Then she fell back to her knees. I dont understand. 

He stood, retying the wrap about his waist. Remain here a moment. He walked across 
the room, ostensibly to retrieve a mug of wine for her. He also mentally summoned Hyle. Of 
all of Nalfiens apprentices, only Hyle and Savous excelled at solving riddles. Savous was best 
at truth and history. Hyle was adept at magical puzzles. Of any of them, he was best to help 
find a solution to Galas problem. 

 

Gala nursed the wine Nalfien gave her, staring into the watered depths rather than 
watch him roam the room. She didnt need to watch him. She could feel him. Shed been so 
certain he was the one. She didnt know what was happening to her. 

Suddenly, an odd burning flared low in her belly, an arousal sharper and more intense 
than shed ever encountered. Confused, she looked up just as the door opened. 

The man who entered captivated her. He was quite short for a raedjour, probably not 
much taller than she. Diana would certainly be taller than he. Within the loose opening of 
the short silk robe he wore, a tattoo similar to Nalfiens flared across his chest. Having asked 
Nalfien, she knew that particular pattern was a mark of a sorcerer. Although his blazing red 
eyes were a more blatant clue. His flaxen hair hung heavy and straight to the middle of his 
back, secured to his head by two braids that began at his temples and joined together at the 


back of his neck. He was clearly young, not having grown into the sharpness of the older 
man. 

Hyle, Nalfien greeted. May I introduce you to ... Gala. The pause due to the fact 
that Gala had dropped her mug, spilling the remnants of her drink on the stone floor. 

The apprentice turned his attention to her. His features were soft, nearly feminine, and 
his rounded, glowing red eyes did not have that upward tilt which made some of the 
raedjour look evil. The eyes rounded further in shock when he saw the intensity of her gaze. 

Or perhaps he felt it too? Did his skin tingle? Were his insides melting? Did he have to 
hold stock-still or else fling himself at her? 

Hyle, she breathed, clutching her wrap so hard that she dislodged it from her 
shoulder. His eyes dropped to her bared breast, and she could not have mistaken his hunger. 

It took him two tries before he could say, Master, I ... But he paused, unable to tear 
his gaze from her flesh. 

She beamed and took that first step. The first poured into another until she was pressed 
against him, breast to chest, groin to groin, gathering handfuls of that glorious hair. A look of 
panic overrode his hunger, but his hands settled on her hips as though they belonged. 

They did belong! 

Unable to wait longer, Gala yanked his face down, pressing those soft lips to hers. They 
shared a groan. It was he who opened his mouth to her questing tongue. 

Nalfiens chuckle gave her pause, and she reluctantly pulled away from making a meal 
of Hyles mouth. The apprentice blinked down at her, barely able to focus. 

M-master? he questioned, still unable to take his gaze from Galas adoring eyes. 

Gala, would it be safe to assume the feelings you mentioned have intensified? 

Her smile hurt her face it was so large. Oh, yes. 

What do you feel? 


Hot. Beautiful. Safe. She frowned at Hyle. Impatient. 

Nalfien chuckled. Ah, yes. Well, I would ask that you be patient with Hyle. Hes not 
yet had the pleasure of being with a woman. 

That helped Hyle to break their shared gaze. He tried to pull away, embarrassed, but 
she locked her arms around his neck to prevent his escape. She turned her head to face an 
amused Nalfien. Never? 

Hyle is young. Hes also quite a serious student. He has ... foregone the pleasure of 
women in favor of his studies. 

Hmm. Gala turned back to the beautiful man, who was indeed not much taller than 
she. Softly, she kissed his jaw, trailed her lips back to his ear. Well put a stop to that. 

Startled, Hyle jumped back. It was enough to dislodge Galas grip. What ... whats 
happening? Gala let him escape, but tracked him with an intense stare as he put Nalfiens 
large chair between them. 

I called you here to help me divine an answer to why Gala had feelings for me as a 
truemate, although Im already truemated. It seems, however, that youve provided the 
answer with your very existence. 

What do you mean? 

I would be very surprised indeed if you were not Galas truemate. 

Hyles panic clearly grew at the sight of Galas predatory smile. How can she be my 
mate? he asked. Ive not lain with her. 

Gala made a happy, purring sound that made Nalfien laugh. I think Gala would be 
most happy to rectify that situation. 

B-but, this isnt how it happens! How can she know? 

Curious herself, Gala turned to see Nalfiens reaction -- which consisted of a shrug. 
One can only guess. Some feel the bond with their truemate quite intensely. Some do not. 
As to why Gala felt these things toward me, I can only speculate that it would be our close 


association. He smiled at Galas questioning look. Hyle is not only one of my apprentices, 
he is also my son. 

Gala accepted this initially, although she couldnt help feeling a tad embarrassed at 
wanting the son when a short time previous shed begged the father to fuck her. 

Yes, Nalfien was continuing, nonplussed. I have a strong suspicion about this. Gala 
seems sensitive to magic, which could also be the cause of her attraction to me. He smiled at 
Hyles aghast look. But this is quite fortunate. Who knows when we would have put you on 
the list of her lovers? 

Could he be next? she asked. 

Most certainly. 

Master! 

Yes? 

I have work to do. 

Nalfien shook his head. Hyle, of all my apprentices, you are the most studious and the 
hardest worker. I appreciate that I can rely on you. But there is nothing -- nothing! -- more 
important than a truematch. You agree? 

Hyle eyed Gala warily. Yes. 

And if we think there is a truematch, all rules would bend to assure it, yes? 

Yes. 

Its done, then. Gala, would you mind forgoing your day of rest? 

She answered with a smile and a shake of her head. 

I thought not. Hyle, you should take Gala to your quarters now. 

He opened his mouth in what looked like the beginning of a protest, but then his gaze 
locked with Galas. She put all she felt into her eyes, all warmth and promise. As you say, 
master was what came out of his mouth. 


She beamed, remaining where she stood as he rounded the chair. Tentatively, he held 
out his hand to her and she took it. Heat flared between them. He jumped. She shivered. 

She silently followed him from the room, heedless of Nalfiens fond gaze. Hyle 
hesitated once outside the door. You should, um ... He gestured at the wrap, which exposed 
her breast. 

She grinned at his embarrassment. Of all the raedjour shed met, shed yet to see any 
embarrassed. It was adorable! Her heart swelled as she fixed the wrap, then took his hand 
again. 

It was a short walk to his quarters. Obviously, he was to be near-at-hand for Nalfien. 
His rooms werent sumptuous, nor were they tidy. She saw immediately that he tended to 
leave items wherever he happened to set them, rather in their proper places. 

Mumbling something in their purring language, he moved to release her hand, 
reaching for the nearest pile of clutter. She tugged back, making him face her. Leave it, she 
murmured, sliding her free hand up his chest, his neck, until she could tangle her fingers in 
the hair at the back of his head. 

Gala, he breathed, staring at her in wonderment. 

She smiled, gently guiding his lips to hers. She taught him to kiss her, coaxing his 
tongue from his mouth and into hers. He caught on quickly and, with a ragged groan, 
released her hand so he had both of his free to fill with her back and buttocks. She didnt 
protest; rather, she worked with him to press their bodies as close as possible. 

She broke the kiss with a gasp, dropping her head back. His wonderfully strong arms 
held her effortlessly. He bent his neck to nuzzle the soft shallow behind her ear. 

Either youve done this before, or youre a very quick learner, she teased. 

He chuckled softly, a sound which warmed her already boiling blood. Kissing? This 
Ive done before. 


Oh. Of course. Nalfien had pointed out to her during one of their discussions that in a 
society where women were scarce, sexual relations between males were inevitable. It had 
taken her some time to come to terms with this, but she believed she had. Youve just never 
been with a woman before? 

No. His lips were doing marvelous things to her earlobe. 

A horrible thought occurred to her. You are ... old enough for this, arent you, Hyle? 

Again the chuckle. Yes. Ive just never -- He shrugged. -- really wanted to. I dont 
socialize much. 

She relaxed, distracting herself by combing her fingers through his glorious hair. She 
found the braid at the back and began to unlace it. As he nibbled her neck and shoulder, she 
freed the hair and pulled some forward to drape over his shoulders. Her shoulders. She 
quivered, wanting to wrap herself in that warm silk and roll around in it. 

Hyle. 

Gala? 

Do you have a bed? 

That earned her a full laugh, which pleased her even more than the chuckle. 

He carefully pulled back from her, sliding his hands down her arms until their fingers 
clasped. His face was a picture of joyful anticipation, his fears seemingly melted by the heat 
of the lust between them. Matching his smile, she followed as he walked backwards, 
effortlessly guiding them both into the adjoining chamber. 

Are you using magic as a guide, or are you just that familiar with this room? she 
teased as they entered the darkened room. 

He glanced over his shoulder and two candles in a shared holder flared to life. She 
started. Neither of the other sorcerers shed met had made such an obvious show of their 
power. She chuckled. Show off. 


He laughed again, stopping when his knees hit the side of a simple but wide bed. She 
closed the small distance between them, sliding her hands into the opening of his robe. 
Quickly, she slid it from him, then made short work of the trousers he wore. When he was 
finally, fully exposed to her gaze, she was overjoyed to find him exactly as she wanted him. 
As he wasnt as tall as the other men, neither was his cock as long. But this suited her fine 
because many of the others had had to compensate for organs that wouldnt fit fully in her 
pussy. His gleaming black organ was thick, however, as she discovered when she encircled it 
with her hand. She trembled at the thought of the friction it would cause thrusting deep 
inside her. 

He groaned, clutching her shoulders a moment for support. She smiled, leaning 
forward to nip at his shoulder as she pumped his cock to release some of the natural juices 
the raedjour exuded -- another thing she had learned of them. Created originally for sex, the 
raedjour males exuded a lubricant that covered their bodies in a light, oily sheen that would 
gather and gain in necessary places when they were aroused. 

When she could stand it no longer, she pushed him gently. Obediently, he fell onto the 
bed, scooting back at her insistence until he lay prone before her. She licked her lips as she 
studied him, allowing him to see the pleasure she took just at the sight of him. She stripped 
off her wrap for him, glorying in the simmering warmth in his eyes as he studied her in turn. 
She smiled. He matched it. 

She knelt on the bed at his feet, bending to plant a kiss on his ankle. Taking her time, 
she kissed her way up his calf, his knee, the inside of his thigh until she could nuzzle her 
nose in the bend where thigh met groin. She breathed in the warm, musky scent of him, 
lapping gently at the tender skin of his balls, sucking them slowly into her mouth. Her 
actions brought his cock to full, bobbing attention, so she trailed the big, throbbing vein up 
the bottom of the shaft until she could use her lips to pull the plum-sized head into her 
mouth. 

Ah, Gala! he shuddered, clutching the bedclothes. 


She wrapped her hand around the shaft and devoured him, lapping up the tasty 
lubricant and happily swallowing the drops of seed that seeped from the head. But soon she 
couldnt stand it any longer. Promising herself she would suck him to completion sometime 
soon, she withdrew her mouth and climbed his body, trailing kisses as she had along his legs. 
By the time she reached his face, he was desperate. His hands were buried in her long, wavy 
hair, pulling her mouth to his. She allowed it for precious moments as she braced over him 
with one locked arm and pumped his cock with her free hand. Finally she broke from his 
kiss to position herself. She no longer had the time or the patience to tease. She needed him 
inside her. Now! He placed his hands at her hips to help steady her as she raised herself, 
aimed his cock, then blissfully impaled herself on it. 

Her climax -- much to her surprise -- was immediate and intense. She braced over him, 
her body quaking. Beneath her, Hyle cried out as her clutching channel pulled out his own 
orgasm. It was a moment of totality, the moment they became one, with no doubts in eithers 
mind. 

She collapsed atop him, desperately trying to breathe. He hugged her to him, struggling 
with his own breath. Finally, she laughed. Im sorry, Hyle. I couldnt hold back. 

She felt him shake his head as he squeezed her. Please, no apologies. I couldnt either. 
He stroked her back, ending with a fond squeeze to her buttocks. Ive never felt anything 
like that. 

She laughed again. Normally it takes a while longer so you can enjoy it. 

Mmm. He nudged her buttocks, moving her groin just enough for her to realize that 
he was hardening again. Perhaps we could try again? 

Gladly, she snuggled against him. Oh, please. Lets. 

 


Chapter Six 

 

Klack! Klack! Whoosh! K-klack! 

From his balcony vantage above the combatants, Commander Salin grunted, crossing 
powerful arms over his chest. You should have given her a read blade. 

Nalfien scowled. We shouldnt have given her a weapon at all. 

Krael, Salins second-in-command, laughed. How else were you going to tire her out? 
Fucking wasnt working. 

The sorcerer grumbled, but the sound was ignored by the two warriors engrossed in 
the fight below. The small arena was one of many set aside for weapons-training for young 
or inexperienced raedjour. This one, with the soft sand floor, provided both a padding and a 
footwork hindrance. A hindrance which did not detract from the fighting ability of the 
woman below. 

Her opponent was her latest lover. Garn was winning the match, but she wasnt 
making it easy for him. If shed had a true blade and knew how to use it properly against the 
tough raedjour hide, the match might have been on more level footing. 

Is he playing with her, or did he just miss that opening? Krael mused. 

Hed best be playing with her, Salin grumbled. Perhaps he requires more practice. 


Krael nodded, absently brushing back his long white hair. Ill see to that. 

Salin nodded, but his focus didnt waver from the match. Truthfully, he cared little 
about Garns abilities. Over the cycles, Garn had proven himself a capable warrior time and 
time again. It was the woman who had Salins rapt attention. Although laboring under the 
handicap of a dulled wooden blade, the sand floor, and scant leathers evocative of sex more 
than combat, she handled herself beautifully. He would wager shed had some weapons-
training, but the majority of her skill was through hard-won experience. Rage spilled in a 
scream from her lips as she ducked Garns attack and managed to bring up her blade to slice 
him across the back. Salin wanted to bark at her to shut her mouth and thrust instead of cut, 
but he held his tongue. 

Truthfully, his reaction to the match surprised him. Women were rare to the raedjour, 
but as commander, Salin seldom wanted for female company. There were enough women 
who had lost a truemate, or had never found one, who had abundant sexual needs. There 
were even two or three who had been trained in weapons in their human lives and 
continued the practice once among the raedjour. But for some reason, this one intrigued him. 
Her anger beat against him like a warm breeze, wild and directionless. She lashed out at her 
captors as easy targets, but he didnt think they were the true cause of her anger. Just the 
latest cause. 

He moved forward to brace his arms on the balcony railing. Below, the woman turned, 
faltered. Garn nabbed her about the waist and took her heavily to the sand. The practice 
blades were flung asunder. 

Beside Salin, Krael purred as Garn swiftly ripped aside the useless scraps of leather that 
had barely covered the womans sex. Both commander and second inhaled deeply, their keen 
senses easily picking up the heady aroma of her arousal. Like it or not, Nalfien, Krael 
mused, this is what gets this particular woman. 

So it would seem. 


 


As they casually discussed her, Garn had freed his cock. Salin watched carefully, 
gratified to note that despite her sneer, the woman -- Diana, yes, that was her name -- 
surrounded him with both legs and arms and violently welcomed him into her body. 

 

Diana couldnt think. Sand crept under the hem of the ridiculously short excuse for a 
bodice and invaded the crack of her ass. Her lungs labored mightily to get enough air. And 
every nerve twitched and tingled, desperate to get that long length of black cock as deeply 
embedded in her pussy as possible. 

She didnt know why theyd allowed her weapons. It must have been her first lover -- 
Boutel? -- who told them that shed used every moveable item in the rooms against him 
during their time together. After that, shed been introduced to this sandy arena and given a 
selection of dulled weapons. She couldnt win the matches. She knew that. Not when the 
adrenaline from the fight combined with whatever theyd done to her to spike her arousal to 
feverish pitches -- until, by the end of the battle, shed fuck anything that moved. The long, 
hard grips of the practice weapons had even caught her eye on occasion! 

And this match was worse. For some reason, they had an audience. And that audience 
included a man unlike any other shed seen. How did she know he was different? He was 
dressed well, in what little he wore. Trousers and an embroidered sash as a belt were all she 
had glimpsed. The trousers looked well made and the belt flashed with gold embroidery. But 
his scant garb wasnt it -- the long-haired man beside him, with the exploding star pattern 
tattooed on his face, was dressed in the same manner. Was it his hair? It was far shorter than 
any other mans shed met among the raedjour thus far. Cropped just above his sharp jawline, 
it was a riot of white-gray curls with one long lock obscuring one eye. 

No. She didnt know what it was, and she was frustrated she couldnt make out more 
detail from her place in the arena below the balcony from which he watched. But his 
presence had distracted her, enraged her, and, unfortunately, aroused her. 


She clutched at the hair of the one who fucked her now. She couldnt even remember 
his name. Couldnt recall if shed ever asked it. And all she was aware of was the eyes of the 
other watching. She tried to roll her present lover onto his back, wanting to show herself off 
to this other man, but the huge lunk held her down. Growling, she scratched at his back, but 
that, of course, only spurred him on. 

Frustrated, she turned her head and gasped. He had moved forward, muscled arms 
braced on the balcony railing, eyes locked on her. Her gaze filled with him, with what she 
could see of the chiseled features and eyes that glowed a soft red. His small grin was 
devastating. Her minds eye filled with the image of that huge body in the place of the one 
atop her, of those lean hips pounding a matching, beautiful cock at the very entrance of her 
womb. 

The image set her off. She exploded with a scream, tearing at the tough black skin of 
her lovers back. He cried out, rearing up to brace his upper half on his forearms, giving him 
a better angle to pound her mercilessly. But she asked no mercy. She clutched the sandy 
ground, straining to match his rhythm as she closed her eyes and replaced him mentally with 
the other. 

 

How many of us has she had? Salin asked, still entranced as Garn slowed through 
Dianas second orgasm. He saw the fine tremor that went through the mans back and knew 
the effort it cost him not to come. Showing off for his commander, Salin thought. 

Fifteen, said Nalfien. All, but the first, from Kraels recommendations. 

Salin nodded. His second had recommended the men because Salin had been ... what? 
He couldnt recall now. 

Is she like this with all of them? Krael asked for him. He was Salins second for a 
reason, often supplying necessary information or asking pertinent questions while Salin put 
together the pieces. 


As far as I know, Nalfien admitted, stepping to the railing beside Salin. Ive not 
watched any before this. 

Shes called the hellcat for good reason, Salin mused. 

Krael snorted. She needs to be put in her place. 

Salin smiled, aware of his lieutenants preference for submissive women. Salin, 
however, craved a good fight. 

Yes, Nalfien sighed. Shes destined for the brothel if she doesnt find a truematch. 

For some odd reason, that statement set Salins blood boiling. He imagined this hellcat 
among the women of the brothel, continuing to welcome men to her bed until she either 
stumbled on her truemate or she died. 

Below, Garn began to pump again. The woman below him moaned, clearly exhausted 
but, just as clearly, still aroused. Garn fumbled at the lacing of her bodice, loosening it just 
enough to free one plump breast. 

I want her, Salin declared as his man latched onto what looked to be a succulent 
nipple. 

Behind him, Krael and Nalfien shared a glance. Although aware of it, Salin ignored it. 

Indeed? asked Nalfien. 

Indeed. 

And why, may I ask? 

The question was benign, but the history between the commander and the sorcerer 
gave it deeper meaning. Long ago, in Salins youth, Nalfien had tried to convince Salin to 
become his apprentice. Once, Nalfien might have helped Salin fan the flames of the magic 
threaded within him. But Salin had refused. Hed chosen instead to follow in his fathers 
footsteps, to become a warrior to beat all. In this, he had succeeded admirably. But the 
rejection remained between them, compounded by the fact that Salins younger brother, 
Radin, was one of Nalfiens most talented apprentices. 


Salin straightened, tearing his gaze from the intriguing woman with an amazing 
amount of effort. He met Nalfiens red gaze. Because I do. 

Nalfiens lips twitched, but he didnt smile. I already have a list of men for her after 
Garn. Supplied by your own lieutenant. 

Beside him, Krael stilled, familiar with the tension between the men. 

I know that. Salin gazed down his nose at the sorcerer. What do I have to do to be 
next with her? 

 

Nalfien took a long moment to study the younger man. Truth be known, he admired 
Salin. Like his father, he was a natural leader with a certain aplomb that made his men proud 
to follow him. Like his brother, he had a mischievous streak, which got him into trouble as 
often as it produced brilliant ideas. 

At length, Nalfien smiled. Consider it done, Commander, he said. 

Salin scowled. Behind him, Kraels head swung around in shock at the easy 
capitulation. No demands? No favors? Salin asked. 

Nalfiens smile grew. It might be that I could call on a favor sometime in the future. 

Salin growled, one black lip curling up to nearly touch his pointed nose. I dont like 
owing you, Nalfien. 

The sorcerer cocked his head to the side. I could certainly put you at the end of the 
list. It was his right. Only one person had power above Nalfien where the human women 
were concerned, and that was the king himself. 

I could ask Valanth, Salin suggested. 

Nalfien shrugged at the mention of the king. It was well known that he and the 
monarch were not on particularly favorable terms. It was also well known that, as one of the 
kings personal guards, Salin was. You most certainly could, Commander. But as his majesty 


is in commune with Rhae for at least another fortnight ... He let his voice trail off. The king, 
when in commune with their goddess, could be unavailable for moons at a time. 

 

Many a man under Salins command wanted his chance at the hellcat. She posed an 
interesting challenge. Salin didnt want to wait until he could force Nalfiens hand through 
the king. In truth, he didnt want to involve the king at all, for Valanth might decide to try 
her himself, and women were always different once had by the king. 

Salin pondered a long moment. Below, Dianas body rumbled in a groan that snatched 
low in his spine and made his cock twitch. The decision was made. Done. Ill owe you a 
favor. 

Nalfien nodded. Im honored, Commander. 

 


Chapter Seven 

 

This time, two of the hulking guards took her to another set of rooms. They left the 
rooms in which shed stayed during her day between men, and strode down the long, 
brightly lit hallway. At the other end of this hall and through a bare stone courtyard was the 
small arena where she had sparred with her latest lovers. But her guards took her deeper into 
what she could only describe as a tower. Although such a term, underneath the stone sky, 
seemed strange. 

Occasionally, young men scurried past on errands. It seemed they did most of the 
drudge work in raedjour society, acting as servants to the older men. All men, young and old, 
spared hungry glances for Diana in her spare, silken wrap and soft leather boots. She 
pretended to ignore them, also ignoring the tightness of her nipples and the dampness of her 
crotch. She was getting good at it. 

They traveled up two flights of winding stairs and down a carpeted hallway to a solid 
door emblazoned with a sinister weblike design. One of the guards knocked. A moment 
later, a young man opened the door, his sleek white hair pulled back into a tail. Diana tried 
valiantly not to ogle the youthful muscles of the arms that extended from his open leather 
vest. 


The youth stepped back, bowing slightly. The guards entered, then led her quickly 
through a sparse, though well-appointed, main room to a second door. This one they opened, 
pushed her through, then closed the door behind her. 

And good afternoon to you, Diana grumbled as the lock snicked. Or morning. Or 
night. She rolled her eyes. She didnt have any idea what time of day it was any longer. In 
this underground kingdom, it was always blackest night. 

She glared about the room. Her ire drained somewhat as she got a good look at the 
furnishings. This latest man had to be more privileged than those shed seen to date. The 
bedchamber, to start, was nearly twice the size of the two rooms shed been given during her 
time with the raedjour. Wall sconces with real candles rather than torches lit the room, 
along with a cheery fire in a carved fireplace. Expensive woven rugs were scattered across a 
smooth, clean stone floor. Four clothes chests were lined along one wall. A table near the 
door was spread with what smelled like a delicious meal, all covered with linen cloths or 
enclosed in shining pewter tureens. A padded platform, which she assumed posed as a bed, 
dominated one wall, piled with pillows and silky furs. No blankets. Not that they were 
needed, as the rooms temperature was quite comfortable. 

Misgivings crept up Dianas spine. To date, the room in which she and Gala had talked 
with Iana on that first, fateful night was the finest she had ever seen. She didnt know what 
to feel or do. 

Off to the side, nearly obscured by ornate folding screens, she saw contraptions that 
boiled the misgivings from her mind. A standing X had obvious purpose, with stout chains 
dangling from rings at both the top and bottom ends of the X. A small, benchlike contraption 
sat next to it, with rings and chains similarly dangling in strategic places. Suspicious, Diana 
went back to the bed and lifted one of the furs to get a look at the side of the bed. Yes. There 
were rings set into that, as well. 

She scowled. Every one of the raedjour to which shed been given had bound her at 
one point or another, usually when they were weary of physically holding her down. She 


was not prepared to admit how she had enjoyed it. How wonderful it had been to unleash all 
of her anger, to rant, to curse, and yet still be taken. 

No. She wouldnt admit that. 

The doors lock sounded and the heavy wood swung in soundlessly. She turned only 
her head and schooled her face into a dismissive sneer, prepared to begin the next battle. 

In walked ... him! 

She froze, the instinctive reaction of prey to predator. Her eyes went wide as he cleared 
the threshold then calmly closed and locked the door behind him. 

He was even more amazing up close. From the balcony, hed looked magnificent. Up 
close, he was sinister beauty in motion. He was taller than any raedjour shed met, easily over 
seven feet if she had to guess, and every inch of it was honed muscle. Buttery-soft, black 
leather boots draped his feet, marking the end of legs that went up forever within loose linen 
trousers. An embroidered silk sash wound about an impossibly slim waist. His bare, sculpted 
abdomen emerged from that sash, fanning out to a hugely broad chest. The same sinister web 
design shed seen on the outer door of the suite was emblazoned in one of those curious 
white tattoos across his pectoral muscles. Bulging arms rippled as he crossed them casually 
over his chest. His long neck held up a face of wicked pleasures, promised by the full curve 
of his black lips and the rakish tilt to snowy white brows. His white hair was cut much 
shorter than any man shed seen among the raedjour, the riotous white-gray curls barely 
reaching his chin. One thick forelock fell over his right eye but failed to conceal the burning 
dark red of the iris. 

Red. Power. Shed learned a bit during her time with the raedjour, and one tidbit was 
that the more red the eyes, the more magical power they had. Nalfiens eyes actually glowed 
bright red. One of his apprentices whom shed seen was clearly red. But this mans eyes 
smoldered like a banked fire waiting to erupt. 


He waited, perusing her every bit as obviously as she did him. He had to be some sort 
of lord, however the raedjour measured such things. The rooms, she could only conclude, 
were his, along with the sumptuous trappings. 

He finally spoke. Diana. 

She shivered. The deep pitch vibrated in her womb, causing something to break and 
melt in her groin. 

I am Salin, he introduced himself, nodding his head. Welcome to my home. 

She sneered. This is not my choice. 

He shrugged, a slight tilt of his head. True. But perhaps we can make it pleasant. 

I dont think so. 

Dont you? he asked, unconcerned. He stepped toward the food table and lifted a 
tureen cover. Are you hungry? Thirsty? 

No. 

All the same, he went to a nearby table and picked up a bottle of the light wine they 
drank in place of water. Do you need to use the facilities? he asked, gesturing toward a 
partially open door she guessed led to a private privy. 

She stopped her immediate denial, realizing that it probably wasnt a bad idea. Yes. 

With a nod, he indicated she should proceed. 

She skirted the bed platform and stepped into the cool privy room, shutting the door 
behind her. Once inside, she took a moment to catch her breath and try to still her beating 
heart. She had to be quiet. Their hearing was better than any creature shed yet to encounter 
or hear tale of. 

She washed her face with the cool water than ran in a constant stream from a hole in 
the wall into a basin with a drain, and pulled her hair into a tail. She froze at the sight of 
herself in the mirrored disk on the wall. Was it the poor lighting of the room, or was her hair 
a lighter shade of brown? Sweet Mother of us all, was she changing? 


More to escape that fact than anything, she exited the room. 

He sat on what looked to be a comfortable covered chair with a low back. One long leg 
was draped over the side, and she stifled a groan, for the position snugged his dark trousers in 
just the right way to show an impressive bulge between his thighs. 

He smiled, which told her that her reaction had been visible. Bristling, she stomped to 
the table and poured herself some wine. He was silent as she finished it. 

Wasnt he going to say anything? Do anything? All of her previous lovers had begun 
sex play immediately, eager to shove their cocks into any available orifice. 

When she turned to face him again, she caught him in another slow perusal of her 
nearly naked body. Shed grown accustomed to such looks in the past weeks and could not 
understand why his look was tactile. Could he touch her with magic alone? 

Finally, he rose. Are you well rested? 

She shrugged. As well as can be expected for a prisoner. 

His gaze grew unaccountably sharp. Have you been treated poorly? 

What do you call being bound, manhandled, and raped repeatedly? 

Raped? he inquired mildly. 

I was taken against my will. 

The small smile took her breath. Against your will? Was your body not wet with your 
own sweet juices and prepared for the invasion? Were there occasions when you didnt ask 
for more? 

Scowling, she turned from him, unable to think coherently as she drank in the sight of 
him. The spell made me want them. 

No, Diana. The spell wore off long ago. 

Then something made me want them. Ive never been such a ... Ive never wanted 
men like that. 


Hmm. You had also not been among the raedjour. Youve been told we were created 
for a goddesss own pleasure. 

Yes! she hissed. 

He chuckled. Most women would see this as a benefit. 

I am not most women. 

On that, I agree. 

She whirled to face him, face hot and body even hotter. 

He crossed the room to another table. Reaching under it, he withdrew a sheathed 
sword. Her breath caught as he turned to face her. She knew that sword. It was hers! 

Deftly, he drew the blade, brandishing it in the light. Sized for her, it looked 
ridiculously small in his broad hand. He cut the air twice, then nodded as he resheathed the 
blade. A serviceable weapon. You selected it? 

She knew he was a trained warrior just from the ease with which he held the blade. 
She nodded. 

Well done. I would imagine that it would have been costly up above. 

She frowned. How would you know that? 

He grinned. Were birthed by humans, recall. Most become loving mothers and 
teachers. We learn quite a bit about your world, despite our absence from it. How do you 
think we all learn commonspeak? 

How convenient. 

No. But we manage. 

To her shock, he suddenly tossed the sheathed sword to her. She caught it with barely 
a thought, her hand instantly on the grip. He nodded his approval. 

He was unarmed, dressed only in boots, trousers and a sash. 

His grin widened. Draw it. 


Her sense of honor warred with her need to attack. Youre unarmed. 

His eyes hooded, increasing their resemblance to banked coals. Am I? 

She paused. Most skilled fighters carried concealed weapons. It shouldnt surprise her 
that this one would. 

Draw it, he prompted again. 

Still she hesitated. Why? 

One silky eyebrow arched. To use, of course. 

Im obviously not of your caliber. 

That seemed to anger him. That stops you? Even the best of us makes mistakes. You 
could get lucky. 

Im nearly naked. She spread her hand down her thigh, over the silky wrap. 

I noticed. 

I cant very well fight when Im naked. 

He frowned. And why not? What does it matter how you are dressed? Your enemies 
will rarely wait for an opportune moment to attack. 

She bristled, hearing the voices of her father and brothers in his tone. Theyd scoffed at 
her for wanting to learn to use a sword, but when theyd finally given in, their tutelage had 
been long and frustrating. 

It wouldnt do me any good to try and fight, she stated. Youre a head taller than me 
and twice as broad. She didnt know why she was reluctant to fight this one. With the 
others, given any type of weapon, even blunted, shed erupted like an angry cougar. But 
now, with her own sharpened weapon, she was uneasy. 

All smoldering lust drained from his eyes as he straightened to his full, considerable 
height and mirrored her stance. Pitiful, he scoffed. I had thought you had more fire than 
this. 


Dont you dare patronize me! she spat, clutching the wrapped leather of her swords 
hilt. Its not my ability that I see lacking -- its my advantage. 

And do you only fight when youre at an advantage? How is it youre still alive? 

Theres no possible way I could win. 

Ah. He glared, and she would bet he was truly angry. Then you deserve to be fucked 
like the victim you are. 

Screaming, she drew. Her upper cut sliced through thin air as he moved, quicker than a 
cat, to the side. She managed to redirect the sword, but one big hand caught her wrist in a 
solid lock, jarring her arm to a halt. Grunting, she tried to kick at him, only to tangle her leg 
with his. In a simple move, he brought his foot back and tumbled her to the rug, her sword 
in his hand. 

She braced herself, knowing he could kill her easily, but also knowing that killing her 
was not what he intended. She stared up the incredible length of his body to his smiling face. 
Expertly, he turned her sword and extended it hilt-first to her. Growling, she snatched it, 
irritated when he released it with nary a cut. 

Again? he asked mildly, stepping back without offering to help her to her feet. 

She cut at his feet, certain she could have injured a man who was less quick than this 
one. But he only laughed, jumping over the blade. 

She climbed into a crouch, thinking. She knew this was an act, a device to wear her 
out. Shed learned that any exertion caused the raedjour to ooze more of that lubricating oil 
from their skin. 

Is it the oil on your skin? she asked almost conversationally as they circled each 
other. 

He quirked a smile. Oil? 

The oil you sweat. Thats what causes the attraction, isnt it? 

His smile warmed. Thats part of it. 


 


Whats the other part? A spell? 

She lunged. He dodged, batting away the sword with his bare hand. Can it not be 
natural sexual attraction? 

Nothing about your race is natural. 

Cut. Duck. Slice. Parry. Whoosh! He caught her arm as she extended it a wee bit too 
much, and used her own momentum to yank her past him. His fingers caught in her wrap 
and loosened the knot at her shoulder. When she turned back to face him, the cloth draped 
low enough to expose one breast. His interest flared, and she used the split second to attack. 
He recovered almost immediately, but the hesitation was enough that she did manage to slice 
across his belly. 

She froze, staring in frustrated amazement. The blade was sharp, the cut was solid, but 
she left no more than a surface scratch on that gleaming obsidian hide. She knew that her 
own nails couldnt draw blood, but shed been sure a sword could cut them open. 

He grinned at her consternation, drawing a long finger along the line that would have 
opened a human mans bowels. Thrust, dont slice, he advised calmly. 

Still reeling, she lost her ready stance and simply stared up at him in amazement. Are 
you all like that? 

He nodded. You will be also after the change. 

Her nostrils flared over her snort. I wont change. 

Youll change. 

Her anger rose again and she attacked. They played their game for quite some time, 
crossing the room, rolling over the bed platform, knocking over the food table. The damage 
to his possessions did not seem to bother him at all. He took delight in their sparring, even 
providing helpful suggestions. Which only enraged her further. 

And it was a game. If she hadnt guessed it before, she knew it now. Although he was 
now careful of the thrusts, he continued to evade and best her at every turn. Very soon, he 


divested her of her wrap so that she fought naked, save for the soft, low boots that covered 
her feet. 

She was tiring, her lungs laboring, her blood pumping. More and more, he caught her 
in almost embraces, causing her back to slide against the hard planes of his chest, or her 
breasts to crush against him. Finally, in one such embrace, he twisted the blade from her 
hand and tossed it aside. 

Enough, he declared, releasing her with a push that sent her sprawling backwards 
onto the bed platform. 

She remained prone, breathing hard as she locked gazes with him. Shed felt the 
erection tenting his trousers. Felt it and wanted it desperately, although she wouldnt voice 
that aloud. 

But he remained standing between her spread thighs, hands on his lean hips as he 
caressed her naked flesh with his eyes. 

Do you want me to fuck you? he asked. 

She blinked, surprised by the question. Her other lovers had all waited until she was 
hot and ready, but none of them had asked. 

No, she heard herself lie. 

He smiled, nodded, and stepped back. So be it. 

Her jaw dropped when he turned toward the door. He paused only to scoop up her 
blade and scabbard, sheathing the sword as he left. 

He spared a final glance as he stood in the open door. She remained in the position hed 
left her, too shocked to move. Ill send Jarak to clean the mess later. Sleep well, my sweet. 

And he was gone. 

 


Chapter Eight 

 

Diana woke from an exhausted sleep when a young man entered the room with a tray. 
He must have already been in while she was sleeping, as the mess from the previous night 
was gone. The tray he carried supported a light repast that the raedjour seemed to favor 
earlier in their day. 

She watched silently from within the pile of pillows and furs. He was the same youth 
who had answered the door when the guards had escorted her to Salins rooms, so he must 
be Salins personal servant. His hair was long and straight, bound with a simple leather thong 
at the base of a graceful neck. His leather vest was tied loosely over his bare chest, and his 
leather trousers lovingly hugged muscles that might one day be as pronounced as his 
masters. 

Are you all built like stallions? She sighed. 

He jumped and spun to face her. Thankfully, he had already set the tray and its 
contents on the table. Lady, he said, nodding his head in respect. I hadnt realized you 
were awake. 


She sat up, conscious of her nudity but allowing the supple fur blanket to fall about her 
waist. True to form, his gaze sank to her breasts, but she gave him full credit for rapidly 
dragging it back up to her face. 

Are you a servant? she asked boldly. 

He nodded. Im Commander Salins squire, yes. 

She narrowed her gaze. May I ask how old you are? 

A ghost of a smile made him look even younger. If his skin werent pitch black, she 
would swear he was blushing. One hundred eighty-seven cycles, lady. 

She blinked. Excuse me? 

He smiled. Humans dont age as we do. We age about ten times slower than you. 

How do you know so much about ... Oh, right. Human mothers. 

He smiled, turning back to the tray to lay out the meal as her mind spun. 

My, she sighed, allowing her eyes to stray over his well-shaped backside. Id heard 
there were other races like that; Id just never ... She frowned. How old is ... Commander 
Salin? 

Im not sure exactly, but I know hes over five hundred. 

Diana sat in stunned silence. Taking that silence to mean she was done talking, the 
young man finished arranging the tray and bid her a good night as he exited the room. 

Shed heard of other beings, yes. Elves and merfolk were said to live longer than 
humans. But shed never personally met any. Until now, it seemed. The length of life 
astounded her. Her grandmother was the oldest living human Diana had ever known, and at 
eighty years she was a mere babe compared to the young man Diana had just spoken with. 

Overwhelmed, Diana sank back into the furs. What did this all mean? Why would such 
a long-lived race need humans to procreate? How could a magical race not have other means 
to reproduce? These were not new questions to her, but shed yet to find suitable answers. 


Frowning, she rose and went to the tray. As she ate, her mind turned to less 
philosophical topics. Why hadnt Salin fucked her? She knew he thought it his right. They all 
did. Why had he hesitated? There had been one man whod preferred, it seemed, to see his 
seed spurt onto her belly rather than inside her cunt, but even he would sometimes slide it 
inside her. Why hadnt the commander? 

Commander. Yes, that definitely sounded important. She wondered what the term 
meant to them. Did he command an army? If so, how large? Just how many raedjour were 
there? 

She was unable to answer the question before she finished eating. She wandered the 
spacious room a bit. Finally bored, she curled up in the mound of pillows and furs on the bed 
platform and slept away the rest of the day. 

* * * * * 

When she woke, he was there. He sprawled in the covered chair again, watching her as 
he idly masturbated. He was naked! Her gaze riveted to the gorgeous length he caressed. 
Sleek and long, it was alive in his hand. The one eye stared and wept at the sight of her. 

She raised her gaze to meet his. Sheer lust pulsed in the red beneath his seemingly 
sleepy lids. Slowly, he smiled. Good evening, sweet. Are you sore from our exercise last 
night? 

She was, but she wouldnt admit it. She said nothing. 

He cocked his head questioningly to the side, then shrugged. Like a big, lazy cat, he 
pushed from his seat. On his way toward her, he scooped up a pair of wrist and ankle 
restraints lying on the table beside him. 

At the sight of that, she scrambled from the pillows, a cry of protest on her lips. 
Lightning quick, he was on her. She bit and clawed to no avail as he hauled her to the 
padded bench at the side of the room. Straddling her belly, he made short work of buckling 
the restraints around each wrist then attaching them to the chains secured to loops on the 


sides of the bench. She cursed him, struggling to ignore the teasing caress of his hairless balls, 
hot and soft against her belly. She tried also to ignore the bobbing erection that occasionally 
tapped her breasts as he leaned over her. Once her wrists were secure, he quickly reversed 
his position, favoring her with an excellent view of his tight, black buttocks as he fought to 
restrain her legs. She screamed her fury, focusing it on him rather on herself. Herself because 
she wanted nothing more than to lick her way down the hard contours of his back until she 
could take a satisfying bite out of that delectable ass. 

At last she was bound, and he dismounted to admire his handiwork. Sturdy leather 
straps encircled her wrists and ankles, each one latched to a chain. The chains were taut 
enough to keep her spread atop the bench. 

The gleam of joy in his smoldering red eyes was unmistakable. Comfortable? 

Damn you! she spat. I dont want you in my body! 

He paused at that, rubbing at a slight scratch shed managed to make on his chest, just 
below his tattoo. No? 

No. 

He sat beside her, sliding one hand down her belly and along the inside of her thigh. 
He deliberately skirted her pussy, which wept for him, despite her words. 

Are you sure of that, sweet? 

Yes. Something makes me lust for you. I know I cant deny it. But I dont want you, 
she used emphasis to make the distinction. 

He bent double, lowering his face to hers. It took amazing effort to turn her face aside 
and deny his kiss. Undeterred, he laid his lips in a butterflys touch on her temple, his breath 
softly gusting her hair. Doesnt the lust mean that you do want me, sweet? 

She pulled in a breath, furious that it shook. No. 


He understood well enough. He heaved a sigh as he dropped to her side, his face above 
her belly. Pity, he mused, leaning forward to simply breathe on her sensitive skin. Because 
I would love nothing more than to fuck you. 

Go ahead. I obviously cant stop you. 

He ignored her, intrigued by the way her skin twitched beneath his warm breath. She 
bit back a groan when he touched his tongue to her skin, sampling her. Tasty, he 
murmured, taking another lick. For what seemed like forever, all he did was lick her belly, 
nibbling her curves and gently sucking at her trembling skin. He went no higher than the 
tender skin underneath her breasts and no lower than the line of her groin just below her 
belly. 

At length, he moved, positioning himself between her legs, then he repeated the 
wonderful torture to every inch of her legs, paying particular attention to the crease between 
leg and groin without touching any sensitive, wet tissues. He even suckled each of her toes, 
forcing her to fight a groan as she envisioned that hot mouth suckling other, more sensitive 
portions of her anatomy. 

She was a trembling mess by the time he climbed her body to lavish attention on her 
arms. She stared at the wall behind her head, willing herself not to feel it. Willing her body 
not to respond. It was impossible. Her skin was hypersensitive, and his strange attentions 
made her aware of erogenous zones she hadnt realized she had. 

Braced on all fours above her, with the fierceness of his erection keeping his cock out 
of contact with her, he lapped and licked at her chest above her breasts, then worked his way 
up her neck. He dallied at the curve of her jaw and spent great amounts of time behind both 
of her ears. He returned to her neck, choosing a sensitive spot to suck. Hard. To her abject 
humiliation, she actually came, a softly punctuated climax that left her wanting more. 

Mmm, he purred, lifting his head so he could look down at her face. 

Flushed, she turned glazed eyes up at him, lips parted. 


Do you want me to fuck you, sweet? he asked as he had the previous night, nipping at 
her stubborn chin. 

No, the answer came on a sigh that spoke the exact opposite. She was even a bit 
surprised to hear it herself. 

With a groan, he straightened and climbed off her. She tamped down the 
disappointment in her belly when he released her bonds and, like the previous night, made 
for the door. 

He turned when he reached it to throw her a saucy smile, then he was gone. 

No sooner had the lock clicked than two of Dianas fingers were tunneling into her 
pussy as far as they could go. No stranger to giving herself pleasure, she desperately rubbed 
the heel of her palm against her clit. Within seconds, she came hard against her hand, a long, 
rolling orgasm that had her entire body shaking. 

It only helped a little. Still quaking, she lay back on the bench and closed her eyes. As 
if he were with her again, she could feel every tortuous lick. 

* * * * * 

Salin leaned his back against the chamber door, eyes closed as he savored the sound of 
the last soft moans of her orgasm. In his mind, he replaced himself with the hand he knew 
she used to pleasure herself, imagined the full length of his rock-hard cock imbedded in the 
sweet, wet depths of her body as she shook out the end of her climax. He smiled at the sweet 
torture, promising himself that before the nine days were through, he would feel that. 

Sighing softly, he opened his eyes to see Jarak watching him. The younger man stood 
just inside the outer door of Salins five-chamber suite. Jaraks blue-black gaze met his 
masters, then dropped to Salins crotch suggestively before returning to Salins face. Salin 
grinned, which the younger man took as a command. 


Not here. Salin stopped Jarak before he reached him. Groaning, Salin pushed from 
the door and crossed the main chamber to the other bedroom. Although he didnt think her 
ears were sharp enough to hear them from within her room, Salin didnt want to chance it. 
Until she was his, there were certain aspects of raedjour society he wasnt ready to divulge. 
Humans had strange notions where certain sexual practices were involved. 

Salin folded into his favorite chair, facing Jarak, who knelt before him. The younger 
man hesitated at his masters knee. 

May I ask a question? 

Always, Salin responded immediately. Jaraks final education was a responsibility he 
took seriously. 

Why dont you take her? 

Salin smiled. Leaning back in his chair, he massaged his own cock. I could. I want to. 
But I have to wait. 

Jarak watched Salins hand, licking his lips, but obviously he was still confused. Why? 

If I just take her, I give her the excuse to dismiss me. Like the others. 

Jaraks gaze brightened. So, by not fucking her, youre different? 

Salin nodded, releasing his cock and scooting his hips forward a bit in a silent request. 
Obediently, Jarak nodded. But before he bent his head, he once again met his masters gaze. 
I hope you win her, he said, an odd determination in his gaze. She suits you. 

Salin would have responded, but Jaraks head bent and his warm, dark mouth closed 
over the head of Salins cock. Groaning, he dug his fingers into Jaraks sleek white hair, 
urging him on. Despite Salins iron control over his body, his cock protested the taunting of 
the past two days. It wanted Diana. Wanted to spear her cunt and get strangled by what it 
knew would be sweet, tight walls. Jaraks skilled mouth was nice, and usually more than 
enough for release, but even as Salins cock tightened then spewed forth down Jaraks throat, 
Salin recognized neither he nor his cock were satisfied. 


Now he was positive of the fact he had kept so far to himself. His latent powers 
sometimes gave him intuition, intuition his brother Radin warned him not to ignore. And 
that nagging intuition told him in no uncertain terms that the woman in the other room was 
his truemate. 

 


Chapter Nine 

 

The third day, he brought her sword back. They fought again, and she lost. This time 
she ended up trussed to the standing X, her arms hanging from secured chains over her 
shoulders and her legs spread to the two legs of the X. 

Well get you a leather corset, he said in a rumbling voice that caressed her from 
inside. Yes. Once I tame you, Ill dress you all in leather. But then it will be white, to 
contrast with your lovely black skin. 

You wont tame me, she assured him, glaring daggers. 

He only smiled, his fingers trailing through the tight curls that protected her sex. 
Sweet, youre already tamed. You just dont know it. 

Arrogant bastard, she spat. Is that a racial trait? 

He grinned, tweaking one of her nipples. Arrogance? No. No more so than humans. 
He pinched one nipple hard enough to wrench a gasp from her. I simply have an 
overabundance. 

I noticed. 

 


 


He chuckled, sliding his fingers underneath her breasts to caress the warm, tender skin. 

She asked, suddenly allowing herself questions shed denied before, Where did you 
come from? 

Me personally, or my race? 

Your race. 

I thought youd heard this story? 

Tell me again. 

Have you heard of the goddess Rhae? 

No. 

He shrugged, still distracted by her breasts. I didnt expect you had. She seems to only 
be known to us. At least by that name. Its said it was She who created us, a race of consorts. 

Consorts? No one had used that particular term before. 

He grinned, leaning forward to graze her cheek with his lips. Thats what raedjour 
means: Rhaes consorts. We were created as fuck toys. 

She shivered. Shed known that from Iana, but the way he said it made it all the more 
real. Is that just legend? In her travels, she and Gala had seen evidence of the gods through 
a number of wonders, but shed yet to encounter a race with such direct ties to their patron 
deity. 

Actually, no. Its fact. At least that is what our kings have told us, and theyre in direct 
contact to Rhae. High priests, if you will. 

They could be lying. 

A flash of anger was quickly squelched. I dont believe they are. 

So what happened? 

His hands were busy, inciting the fire in her skin with light caresses, but he continued 
to appease her curiosity. When the gods left the world, Rhae was forced to abandon us. It 


was then She realized Shed missed an important fact about us -- there were no women. He 
leaned forward again to kiss her temple, undeterred by the fact that she tried to avoid him. 

So now you kidnap and rape innocent human women? she demanded. 

He lapped at her earlobe, causing her to shiver. You continue to use that label. 

What? 

Rape. Such an ugly word. 

What label would you use? 

His mouth slid sensuously down her neck to nip softly at the top of her shoulder and 
the mark hed left the previous night. Youve enjoyed whats been done to you. No pain has 
been given you that did not go hand-in-hand with pleasure. 

Ive been tied and chained and taken against my will, she protested, rattling her 
bonds to make her point. 

His mouth continued downward, now at the top of one breast. And you look beautiful 
bound. Your eyes blazing, your body straining for release. He nipped the top of her breast. 
Youve enjoyed the restraint. 

She had. The fact that he voiced it only upset her. She squirmed. Fuck you! 

In due time, he promised, finally reaching her beaded nipple. From his great height, 
he was bent nearly double to reach it, but he didnt seem to mind at all as his hot, black 
tongue swiped it. 

Besides, he continued conversationally, his breath teasing the taut, wet nub, we like 
to think we give something in return. 

She gasped when he abruptly captured the hard bud and sucked hard. It took her a 
moment to recall her line of thought as he alternately laved and bit at the tip of her breast. 

Its not right, she finally managed to say. 

Hmmm? he inquired, switching to her other breast. 


I dont have a choice. 

Mmm, he agreed. He spent a few glorious moments suckling before he straightened 
to meet her glazed gaze. He braced those long, powerful arms on the cross just above her, his 
huge body nearly draping her front like a cloak of darkness. Not quite fair, I agree. But we 
were born with the natural instinct to procreate. As we have only the one way, we make do. 

I didnt ask for this, she insisted. 

One large hand descended to lightly caress her cheek. Her chin. Ive given you the 
choice, sweet. Have I not asked before Ive taken you? Have I not restrained myself when 
youve denied me? 

He had. He, alone. The others had only waited for physical signs of acceptance or 
submitted to her frustrated demands. This one asked permission. This one, who probably had 
more clout than any of the rest combined. 

She avoided the question. Will you keep me in bondage the rest of my life? she 
demanded as he bent toward her breast again. 

He glanced up with a devilish glint in his gaze. Only if thats what you desire, my 
sweet. 

Damn! she growled, twisting and struggling against her bonds in what she knew was 
a feeble attempt to keep her breast from his diabolical attentions. He chuckled and allowed 
her to fight, watching the bounce of her breasts, then infuriating her further by playfully 
juggling them. 

Youre truly beautiful, Diana, he mused. Especially so in your fury. 

Monsters, all of you, she cried, yanking at her bonds. Perverse monsters. 

He stepped away as she struggled, casually going to the table to pour himself a drink. 
She grudgingly noticed the huge erection which bobbed along before him. His control was 
astounding to deny that. 


Actually, youre right, he agreed amicably. We are monsters. Created by a lusty 
goddess who wanted an unending string of tireless lovers and fearless guards. It sounded as 
though he was quoting a well-known story. But then, among the raedjour, it likely was a 
well-known story. Born to the night, with skin like armor and instincts of the finest 
predators. Our one main weakness seems to be sunlight. He grinned as she perked at the 
tidbit of information. Consider that a gift, my sweet. Ive given you our one vulnerability. 

So now you cant let me go? 

A strange smile took his lips, determined yet somehow unsure. I dont plan to ever let 
you go, sweet. 

She watched through narrowed eyes as he returned to her, wine cup in hand. Youll 
have to in six more days, wont you? she accused. Thats the rule. Nine days, and if Im not 
pregnant, you pass me on. 

He wouldnt meet her gaze, his eyes trained on the wine cup as he tilted it just enough 
to dribble red liquid over her breasts. 

Thats the rule, isnt it? she insisted. 

Thats the rule, he admitted, using two fingers of his free hand to smear wine across 
her sensitive skin. 

At the rate youre going, I wont be pregnant, and youll have to let me go, she 
pointed out, almost cheerily. You do know how babies are made, dont you? 

A full laugh erupted from his belly. Without answering her, he knelt before her, 
setting the cup on the floor beside him. That hot, clever tongue commenced lapping up the 
wine which had spilled down her belly. Not until he had suckled every drop of wine from 
her skin, used his lips, tongue, and teeth to explore and torture every inch of her breasts, did 
he straighten and force her to look at him by burying two huge hands in her hair. 

I know how babies are made, he assured her, wine-scented breath caressing her lips. 


For precious moments, she didnt recall what he was talking about. He waited until her 
eyes focused on his, smiling at her disorientation. 

I know that Im going to dive into that hot, wet pussy of yours and plant my seed at 
the very mouth of your womb. And Im going to do it again and again until you forget that 
my cock isnt a permanent part of your sweet body. 

She shivered, unconsciously licking her lips. Whats stopping you? she heard herself 
ask. 

He smiled, gently kissing her lips. Do you want me to fuck you, sweet? He paused 
over her parted lips. The denial didnt come, but neither did the request. 

On a hard breath, he swept his tongue past her lips, delving the depths of her mouth to 
mate tongue-to-tongue. Bound by both his hands and the chains, she was helpless to deny 
him. Helpless, until she recalled herself. Defiantly -- ignoring the inner voice begging her to 
let the kiss continue -- she bit down hard on his tongue. 

His cry was muffled by her mouth. His hands pulled painfully at her hair. She tasted 
blood. 

Horrified by her own actions, she released him. 

He pulled back, face averted as he worked jaw and tongue to make sure both were still 
intact. She swallowed and fought the gorge that threatened to rise as some of his blood 
slithered down her throat. His fingers remained fastened in her hair, although the painful 
pull was gone. 

Then he turned to face her once again. A dribble of blood escaped the corner of his 
mouth to run down his sharp chin, so very red against his glossy blackness. She met his gaze. 
She expected rage. She wouldnt be surprised if he killed her now. 

She didnt expect the smile. 

Did you enjoy the taste of my blood, sweet? 

You ... you enjoyed that? 


Carefully he licked his lips, wincing only slightly. I wouldnt have thought it. But I 
can if you enjoyed it. 

Her eyes went wide. You cant be real! 

He smiled. I told you, sweet, my race was created for sex. All kinds of sex. If my 
partner enjoys it and Im so inclined, I can enjoy a great many things. Even pain. He leaned 
in closer, grazing her cheek with his lips. And Im inclined to enjoy anything that brings 
you pleasure. 

She shuddered. Get away from me. 

 

Salin sensed that her taste of blood had effectively quelled her pleasure. Unfortunately, 
it hadnt done the same for him. Much of a raedjour males sexual stimulation stemmed from 
his partners pleasure. But although Dianas ardor had cooled, Salins need for her kept his 
high. 

Knowing hed get no further reactions from her that day, he nuzzled her ear one last 
time before kneeling to release her ankles. She avoided his gaze when he stood to release her 
wrists, and he stepped back to allow her to escape him. Regretfully, he watched her curl up 
on the bed of furs, her back to him. 

Dont let it frighten you, sweet, he soothed as he replaced the cup hed abandoned on 
the floor. 

She didnt respond, curled within herself. He felt her confusion over the pulsing 
arousal. 

Ill send Jarak for a tub and water, he said, swiping at the blood that drizzled from his 
mouth. Shed cut skin, but she hadnt hurt him as badly as she likely thought. Inside and out, 
his race was incredibly hard to hurt. And although she had wounded him, the minor cut 
would be largely healed by the next day. Would a soak in hot water please you? 

She didnt even turn. You leaving would please me. 


The words cut deeper than her teeth, but he didnt show it. Salin was nothing if not a 
master of concealing his emotions. Ill send Jarak anyway. Good day, sweet. 

With that, he left her. This day, it was easier to cool his ardor, so he declined Jaraks 
ready offer to appease him. Instead, he did as promised and sent the boy for a tub and water. 
On instinct, he sent for one thing more which he thought would make his truemate happy. 

 


Chapter Ten 

 

Diana watched Jarak and two other young men wrestle a large brass tub into the room. 
They each took turns leaving the room to retrieve buckets of water from the fresh, streaming 
supply in the privy. Stubbornly, she didnt move from the bed platform. Her eyes strayed to 
the doorway initially, but one of the larger, bulkier guards stood sentinel against her escape. 

When the tub was full, the youths departed. Jarak left a tray of fruits, cheese, and 
fragrant nut bread. Diana sulked, knowing the water was cold. Didnt they recall she didnt 
have their seeming immunity to temperature? 

Then another man entered. At first she thought he was another youth, but then she 
changed her mind. He was certainly young, but there was something of experience about 
him that the others didnt have. He did have a soft, youthful appearance with rounded 
features and full, pouty lips. His long, snowy white hair was bound by two braids from his 
temples that combined to one long braid in the back. It was when she saw his eyes that she 
reassessed his age. They glowed powerful red, clear with arcane knowledge. The knowledge 
in his eyes was at odds with the boyish smile he gave her. 

Lady, he said, voice barely above a whisper as he nodded a greeting to her. 

He then hovered his hand over the tub. Within moments, Diana saw steam rising. 


She likes it scalding, Hyle, said a familiar voice from the doorway. 

Dianas head whipped around to see Gala standing by the door guard. At least, she was 
relatively sure it was Gala. It sounded like Gala and was shaped like Gala, but ... Gala? she 
asked, just to be sure. 

Laughing, Gala looked down at her body. Hmm, I suppose I do look a little different. 
Her tanned skin had paled and had a distinct dark gray tone. Her sandy blonde hair was 
considerably paler as it fell loose about her shoulders and bare breasts. In fact, all she wore 
was a skimpy, shimmery wrap about her hips and sandals on her feet. The eyes that looked 
up and met Dianas, however, were clearly those of her lifelong friend. Its me, Diana. 

Ignoring the presence of the men, Diana scrambled from the bed platform into her 
friends welcome embrace. She didnt care that she was naked and Gala was mostly naked. 
She didnt care that Gala had clearly become a part of this world Diana was struggling to 
fight against. At present, she needed the reassurance that something, someone, from her 
former life was there. Im so glad to see you, Diana murmured. 

Gala laughed, hugging her fiercely. And Im glad to see you, too. Id wanted to, but ... 
She shook her head. Never mind. Whats important is that the commanders given us some 
time together. 

Salin? 

Gala nodded. Of course. Its his time with you and his choice to give it up. Im so 
grateful to him! 

Some of Dianas excitement quelled, melting into a scowl. Gala, familiar with the look 
on her friends face, chose to ignore it by turning to the young sorcerer. 

Hyle, I want you to meet my best friend. She stepped toward him, the handclasp they 
shared a comfortable one. Diana, this is Hyle. My truemate. 

The significance of the term froze Dianas blood. Then youre ... 

Gala nodded, her free hand dropping to caress her flat belly. Im pregnant. 


Diana couldnt speak. She couldnt congratulate her friend, despite her obvious radiant 
happiness. In two sentences, Gala had further wounded any hopes Diana had harbored of 
escape. If she left now, she would go alone. Without her lifelong companion. 

Again, knowing Dianas moods, Gala turned to Hyle. Dont take her lack of greeting 
personally, my love. She kissed him tenderly on the cheek. Thank you for the water. 

Nodding his understanding, he caressed her cheek with two loving fingers, kissed her 
lips briefly, then, with a last nod to Diana, left. The burly guard left with him, and the lock 
clicked. 

That wasnt very nice, Gala chided softly, moving further into the room. Oh! Salins 
rooms are much bigger than ours! 

Nice? Diana demanded, stomping to Galas side. Nice? How can I be nice to one of 
those monsters? 

Theyre not monsters, Gala said calmly, picking up one of the linen cloths and 
unfolding it. 

Not monsters? They abducted us. Raped us ... 

I was not raped, Gala chided. And neither were you. 

I was taken by force. 

Because thats what excited you. 

Diana shook her head. Youre not talking rationally. 

And when have you ever talked rationally? 

Diana gaped at her friend, who continued to calmly lay out bathing supplies. 

The fact of the matter is that they took us. Yes. But Ive come to the realization that 
someone was going to take us eventually, Diana. If not the raedjour, then a team of bandits. 
Or maybe a guard troop too far away from home. Or maybe wed wander onto enemy lands 
and be taken and sold into slavery. The life we were leading as mercenaries wasnt going to 


allow us a long, happy life. She faced Diana. You should get into the water while its still 
hot. 

Fuck the water. 

Gods, Diana! Do you have to fight everything? 

Diana gaped again. Only very rarely did Gala lose her temper, and even more rarely did 
she direct it at Diana. 

Were here, Gala continued, reining in her anger. Were not going anywhere. There 
is a lovely bath full of hot water sitting right next to you. I know you havent had the 
pleasure in a long time. Could you for once just fucking enjoy the little pleasures in life?! 

That sparked Dianas anger. Who the hell do you think you are? 

I think Im the person whos watched you fight against any good thing thats ever 
been given to you. Im the person whos watched you dismiss every good thing that youve 
worked hard for. Im the person whos sick to death of following you on your hopeless quest 
for happiness. Gala stood back, crossing her arms over her chest. Well, guess what, Diana. 
Im happy. Happy here. Happy with Hyle and the raedjour. This is a beautiful place, if youd 
just open your eyes to see it. And Salin ... 

I wont discuss him. 

Why not? Because he just could be your match? 

Hes not. 

Gala looked as though she wanted to say more, but didnt. She stepped back. You 
should take advantage of the bath while its still hot. 

Mentally battered and emotionally tired, Dianas anger dissipated. Glum, she stepped 
into the wonderfully hot water and carefully submerged her body. Gala was right. It had 
been a long time since shed enjoyed a full, leisurely bath. Without another word, Gala 
pulled up one of the ornate wooden chairs and started combing through Dianas hair. 

Youre happy? Diana finally asked. 


Gala dipped a cup in the water and poured it carefully over Dianas fine brown hair. 
Yes. 

Whats he like? 

Hes wonderful. Hes not like most of the rest of them. Hes quiet and thoughtful, but 
hes so smart. And his magic! I didnt know one being could do such things with his mind! 
Once he ... 

Gala continued, happily chatting about little occurrences between her and Hyle in 
their short time together. Even Diana had to admit -- to herself -- that her friend had never 
sounded happier. Tidbits about Hyle drifted into snippets about things shed seen in the 
raedjour city. Gala declared that Diana would soon need to visit the common bathing 
chamber, as it was a huge cavern of natural mineral spring tubs that the raedjour had 
painstakingly carved over the centuries. She went on to describe some of the art shed seen, 
and then a dancing troupe during one nights festivities. Gala went on and on, long after 
Diana had finished washing and had simply sat back in the tub to enjoy the lingering 
warmth. 

Animated, Gala wandered Salins rooms. She explained how well the raedjour cared for 
the women they captured. Were special to them, for obvious reasons, she declared, 
examining the standing X to which Diana had been chained the previous day. Every one 
Ive met has been very careful to show me respect as Hyles mate. 

As Hyles mate, Diana repeated. Not before? 

I wasnt allowed to roam much before Hyle. As you already know, they watch you 
very carefully before you truemate. But they treated me very well even before that. 

Diana sniffed. Gala sighed and continued to roam. 

Diana, you havent been ... hurt, have you? she asked, eyeing the chains dangling 
from the padded bench. 

Does it matter? 


Of course it does. 

It wouldnt change anything. 

It would. Theyre not allowed to hurt you, Diana. Well, unless that brings you 
pleasure. 

Diana shuddered, vividly recalling the taste of blood and the burn of lust in Salins 
eyes. 

Gala continued, now hovering at the foot of the bath. Their pleasure is tied to ours, 
Diana, she explained. Anything they can do to please us heightens their pleasure. Anything 
they do to hurt us, hurts them. For the time that theyre with a lover, its more than just a 
physical bond. 

Diana frowned at the cloudy water gently lapping at her thighs. Is that true? 

Yes. They monitor you and compare so that every successive lover knows what 
pleased you before. She gestured at the bondage equipment. Diana, they couldnt do any of 
that to you unless you enjoyed it. 

Diana scowled. Its the spell. 

Gala shook her head. Not all of it. Theres a charm, yes. Its the one Nalfien used at the 
start. But thats only meant to distract us so that he can search our minds. See if were 
capable of living with them. 

That got Dianas attention. Capable? What happens if he decided were not capable? 

Not many women arent. 

But what if we werent? 

Gala frowned. I dont know. 

Of course you do. 

No, I dont. I never asked. 

Diana studied her friends face. She knew Gala too well not to see the truth of that. 


But what I was saying before, Gala went on, is that the charm wears off. After that, 
its just their natural appeal. They were made by a goddess ... 

Yes, yes. I know all that. Made by a goddess as fuck toys. 

Diana rose from the now-cool water. Gala handed her a soft linen cloth to dry herself. 
Nothing more of import was said as Diana rubbed her hair dry, then combed it out. Finally, 
however, she sat before a polished disk, looking at her reflection. Gala sat quietly behind her 
on the bed platform. 

I dont want to stay here, Gala, she said. 

Why not? 

She turned to face her friend. Youll never see the sun again. 

Gala shrugged. Ive discovered beautiful things in the dark. 

Youll live in caves the rest of your life. 

Gala let her gaze travel Salins sumptuous room. I see nothing wrong with this cave. 
And I can assure you that the rest of the city, while maybe not as rich, is just as beautiful. 

Youll never see your family again. 

That gave Gala pause. I will miss Trin -- her sister -- but then, I havent seen her in 
cycles. With Mum and Da gone, that only leaves Quince, and Im not likely to miss him. 

Diana, too, didnt have any family to miss. Her beloved father had died many years ago, 
and her brothers were nearly strangers to her now. 

Still, she shook her head. Its not right. 

Gala sighed. Glancing at the timepiece in the corner, she stood up. During her 
ramblings, Gala had explained that the small statue of the goddess Rhae had a magical flame 
in the bowl she held before her and that flame told the time by color. Yellow was midday, 
blue was midnight. Currently, it was a soft green. 


I have to leave, Gala said, walking toward Diana. The commander gave us until 
daybreak. 

Diana frowned. I dont know why he bothered. Hes only toying with me. 

Why do you say that? 

Diana stood. I dont see how he expects to get me pregnant since he hasnt fucked me 
yet. 

Galas eyes went wide. What? 

Diana shook her head. Not once. 

I wonder why? 

I told you. Hes toying with me. They all are. She shrugged, pulling her friend into 
another hug. Ill try and be glad that you found happiness, Gala. Really, I will. But I dont 
think theres any hope for me. 

* * * * * 

Fresh from a night of training with his men and a refreshing time in the bathing 
cavern, Salin returned to his suite to find Hyle in the main room. The young sorcerer was 
seated cross-legged on a bench by the cold fireplace, eyes open but seeing nothing. Salin 
knew the look. Radin wore it often enough. It meant the sorcerer was using his other senses 
to see, to feel. Practicing. 

Even sensing Salins presence, it took Hyle a few moments to break from his trance. It 
wasnt instantaneous like Radin. Hyle still had much to learn. 

The young sorcerer stood, nodding his head in respect to the older man. 

Hyle, Salin greeted, dumping soiled clothes on a nearby chair for Jarak to gather and 
launder later. Are the ladies still within? 

They are. 

And what have they been talking about this night? 


Hyle frowned. I dont know. I wasnt in the room with them. 

Salin suppressed a smile. You mean you didnt eavesdrop? 

Well, no. 

Salin shook his head, clucking his tongue. Hyle, what are we to do with you? Youve 
spent entirely too much time with Nalfien and Rhicard. Theyve made you much too 
honorable! You need to spend more time with Radin. 

Hyle didnt always catch on quickly to jokes, but he did catch on. He smiled. Im 
sorry, Commander. Ill try and take after Radin a bit more. 

On second thought, dont. Or if you do, dont tell Nalfien it was my idea. 

They shared a companionable laugh. 

On a serious note, Hyle, my thanks for the loan of your truemate. 

Hyle shook his head. Youre welcome, Commander, but I should thank you, as well. 
Gala has wanted very much to see her friend. 

What is it like to be truemated, Hyle? Salin asked casually. 

The younger mans face instantly lit up, his joy obvious. Its a true wonder, 
Commander. 

Salin nodded, turning away lest the astute young man see the stab of jealousy. Salin 
wanted personal knowledge of that joy and knew instinctively that he could only have it 
with the stubborn woman in the next room. 

The chamber door opened. Gala stepped into the outer room, Diana hovering behind 
her. Salin stood still, wondering if Diana would make a bid for escape. Her green-gold gaze 
clashed with his, but she remained leaning within the doorway, arms crossed protectively 
beneath her breasts. He wondered if she knew how well she fit, how right she looked in the 
doorway to his bedchamber. 

Commander, Gala greeted, nodding her head in due respect. Thank you so much for 
allowing me time with Diana. 


He took the hand she offered and stooped to raise her palm to his lips. She was such a 
little thing, the top of her head barely reaching his nipples. It was my pleasure, he purred, 
enjoying the tendril of pleasure his kiss caused her. 

The white-hot stab of jealousy he felt from across the room shocked him. Diana 
wouldnt know he could feel it, and couldnt have hidden it if she tried. Forgetting Galas 
palm, he turned a triumphant gaze toward Diana. 

 

Bastard! She thought, watching him treat Gala with tenderness. Her hed manhandle, 
but Gala hed treat with kindness?! 

The look he shot her confirmed everything Gala had told her this night. He could feel 
her emotions. Damn! 

Gala glanced over her shoulder at Diana, but neither Diana nor Salin acknowledged the 
presence of anyone else in the room. Recognizing that fact, Gala went to Hyle and led him 
quietly from the room. 

 

Salins gaze narrowed as soon as they were alone. Rhaes tits, she was gorgeous! Naked 
and glowing clean, her silky hair a shining blanket across her shoulders and back. Her 
smoldering scowl only added to the allure. 

Slowly, he walked toward her. Did you enjoy your visit? 

She swallowed, struggling to stand her ground. Yes. Then scowled. Thank you. 

Oh, that admission hurt. Didnt it? 

Yes. It did, she muttered. She retreated from his advance. Why did you do it? 

He shut the door behind them, never taking his eyes off her. Did it please you? 

She growled, spinning on her heel to stalk to the farthest corner of the room, far away 
from the bondage contraptions he left to keep her company. I dont want to hear any more 


about how my pleasure is your pleasure. Gala filled me in, so you dont have to go on about 
it. 

He decided then and there that Gala deserved a gift. A boon. Anything he could do to 
thank her for talking to Diana. He could easily see that Diana had been thrown by her 
friends acceptance of her new life. By the things Gala had said. As usual, his impulse had 
been right. 

He glanced at the cold water of the bath. Did the bath please you? 

Stop it. 

Smiling, he stalked her. Do the furs on the bed please you? I chose only the finest for 
you. 

He allowed her to slip past him, watched her firm ass as she crossed the room. This, 
she said, pointing imperiously at the bondage bench, doesnt please me. She pointed at the 
standing X. This doesnt please me. She stood beside the small two-tier bench she was sure 
he had plans for. I dont know what this is, but it certainly doesnt please me. She snatched 
the wrist and ankle straps from their resting place on the bench and jangled them at him. 
These dont please me. 

During her tirade, hed come closer. She hauled back her arm to hurl the restraints 
across the room, but he caught her unawares from behind, curling one arm around her waist 
and catching her throwing wrist with the other. 

I beg to differ, sweet, he drawled, pleased that she didnt lash out. Even more pleased 
to feel the gentle sweep of twittering pleasure that seeped off her skin. I think they please 
you very much. 

Is that what the others told you? The other men whove had me? Did they laugh? Did 
you compare notes? 


He wrestled the restraints from her hand while carrying her to the large bench. She 
squirmed, but that only served to rub her ass against his cock through his trousers, increasing 
the erection he already sported. 

No laughing, sweet, he assured her. Every man who had you is thankful for the 
privilege and would gladly have you again. 

Ill just bet they would. No! 

The last was as he forced her onto the bench, this time on her belly. The curses again 
flared as he manhandled her into the restraints and chained her down. Rhae, she was 
magnificent! Fighting even though she knew she didnt have a chance, her strong body 
squirming deliciously against his. He could hardly wait until she turned and her strength 
grew with her bodys new constitution! 

When she was securely bound, he took his time admiring the fine curves of her back 
and the delectable swell of her ass. He cupped one firm globe with his palm. Instinct again, 
he pulled back and slapped it. 

She jumped, only the bonds keeping her from flying away. Damn it, no! 

But her body told him the truth. She was shocked, but that didnt detract from the 
warmth spreading through her. 

You have a beautiful ass, Diana, he told her, climbing onto the bench until he was 
kneeling between her spread thighs. Reverently, he caressed her cheeks again, loving how 
she clenched them. He smacked her other cheek. 

Salin, no! 

Ah, I love the sound of my name from your lips, sweet. Say it again. 

No. Ah! The last when he spanked her again. 

Say it again. 

Damn you! Smack! Salin! 


He groaned, lowering his face until he could draw his tongue over one edible globe. 
Yes, he breathed, nibbling as she clenched again. Again. 

She stayed silent, then shrieked wordlessly when he spanked her again. She bucked 
and cursed, but if he didnt feel her growing arousal with his raedjour senses, he certainly 
had physical proof when he slid his fingers through the drenched folds of her sex. She gasped 
when his finger barely touched that sensitive nubbin at the apex of her sex. 

No, not tonight. Not yet. 

He returned his attention to her ass, forcing her cheeks apart to drag his tongue wetly 
down the warm center. She was outraged. Shocked. None of the others had taken her this 
way, he knew. Her anger had been too great, her resistance too strong. No other had seen the 
need to push the issue, content to sink into the wet depth of her cunt. But Salin was 
determined to make her want it. She was his, and he would take every orifice of her body 
and make her beg for it. 

He bit her, testing how much she would take. He ignored the string of epithets that 
burst from her mouth and concentrated instead on the mounting pressure he sensed in her 
womb. On the intoxicating scent of the hot honey that oozed from her sex. 

 

For Diana, it was a confusing struggle. Only one other had suggested the penetration of 
her ass, and the mere suggestion had sent her into a rage that had effectively quelled his lust. 
But this was different. Although Salin touched places she had previously had no desire to 
ever be touched by another, she felt her arousal as keenly as he. 

She stopped cursing him. It didnt do any good anyway. She turned that attention 
inward, determined not to enjoy his attentions. But it was futile. He kept her off guard. Just 
as she could deny his tongue felt good, hed switch to squeezing her ass. When she could 
concentrate on that, he spanked her. As her outrage grew, hed split her cheeks and drag his 
tongue across surprisingly sensitive skin. This shouldnt feel good! 


When she stopped screaming at him, he started talking. Telling her all the wicked 
things hed do to her, promising her heights shed never dreamed. Once his tongue had 
thoroughly wet her, his fingers started a sneaky, wiggling invasion. With all the sensation, 
she couldnt even be sure of what he was doing until she felt one long finger sink in. 

Salin! she cried, but it sounded weak even to her ears. 

Dont tell me to stop, sweet, he rasped, almost begged. Just feel, sweet. I swear to 
you, youll like it. 

Sweet Mother of us all, she actually believed him! Her body, heightened by two nights 
of arousal with no true release, trembled on a fine line between desire and denial. 

Teeth bit into her ass as the finger slowly slid out, mostly. His free hand spanked her 
other cheek as the finger thrust slowly back in. Did he have more than two hands?! She 
could no longer be sure. His finger pumped slowly, gently. His tongue caressed. Palm 
slapped. Gods, was that another finger? 

Salin, not this way, she begged, but her voice was a husky breath. Her hips -- damn 
them! -- were pumping in rhythm to his thrusting fingers. It hurt, but, somehow, it also 
didnt. 

Oh, yes, Diana, he crooned, lips soft against the burning skin of her bottom. Youre 
so fucking tight. 

Salin, she cried, arching to lift her hips toward him when an errant thumb slid 
through her nether lips and lightly rubbed her clit. Ah, Salin! This was impossible! Her 
ardor had succumbed to other men, but never like this! What had he done to her? 

It no longer mattered. She was lost. Hed found some switch -- hidden deep in her ass, 
of all places! -- that slowly drove her out of her mind. He pumped her, and she could well 
imagine his fingers were that gorgeous cock of his. Gods, yes! At the moment, she even 
wanted that massive piece deep inside her ass! 

 


Salin pumped her harder, pushing mewls from her gasping lips. He paid careful 
attention to the wash of pleasure that washed through her and over him. It hurt her, yes, but 
she was past that now. Her body was wound tight from the pent-up desire of the past few 
days. She struggled now to slam back onto his fingers, and he struggled not to remove them 
and replace them with his cock. She wasnt ready for that. But she would be. When she was 
his. 

When she broke, she screamed. Her body shook in an orgasm she clearly didnt expect. 
He bit her quaking ass and groaned, cursing himself his denial of her. His own body shook, 
and he had to use every bit of his centuries of training to bring it back under control. 

Gently, he eased his fingers out, watching as her rosebud, red from loving abuse, 
contracted back on itself. He gave it one last fond kiss before pulling himself away. Diana lay 
limp before him, stunned silent. A part of him wanted to demand she acknowledge what had 
just happened, but a smarter part of him kept him silent. It wouldnt do to push her too hard. 

Groaning softly, he adjusted the fit of his trousers. His cock was like to kill him before 
this was through. He crawled from between her thighs and quietly released her bonds. 

She wouldnt look at him. Once free, she curled into a fetal kneel, arms over the back 
of her neck, forehead nearly on her knees. 

Humans, he cursed, feeling her confusion and guilt. Theres nothing wrong with 
what just happened, Diana, he told her firmly, afraid her shame would ruin what, to him, 
was a beautiful breakthrough. 

He again considered forcing the issue, but decided against it. Though it broke his heart, 
he left her. 

 


Chapter Eleven 

 

Salin tossed in the bed he occupied in his suites second bedchamber, unable to sleep. 
That little bit hed been inside her infected him, making his blood run hotter than normal. 
Hed declined Jaraks offer of release. Neither the younger mans ass nor mouth was Dianas, 
and he certainly didnt smell like her. Feel like her. 

Nine punishments of Rhae! Cursing under his breath, he rolled from the bed. Jarak 
roused from his own bed platform across the room, but Salin waved him back to sleep. 

She was sound asleep when he entered the room, a collection of smooth curves mostly 
hidden by soft furs. He stood in the doorway a moment, well aware that even if she were 
awake, she wouldnt see him. He could see perfectly well in pitch darkness, but she wouldnt 
gain that ability until she turned. Until all that soft, pink flesh darkened to gleaming black. 

He took a deep breath and stalked toward her. Carefully, he lifted the pelts that 
covered her until she lay bare before him. Yes, all that pink flesh, those soft curves, the 
carved muscle. He slid a hand over the rounded curve of her hip, dipping it around her thigh 
to pull gently until he rolled her onto her back. She sighed but didnt waken, one hand 
curled delicately by her softly pouting lips. 


Unable to resist, he lowered himself to his belly, stretched out between her welcoming 
thighs. In her sleep, she was so much that she didnt allow herself to be when awake. Soft. 
Welcoming. Endearing. In an oddly possessive moment for one of his race, he hoped he was 
the only one to ever see this side of her. 

She was warm and fragrant, vestiges of what hed scented earlier. Spreading his hands 
underneath her splayed thighs, he kissed the tender skin where her hip became her leg. Ran 
his tongue down the crease between groin and leg until he could just nip the undercurve of 
her bottom. Taking his time, he nibbled her flesh, tormenting himself by avoiding her sex, 
all the while breathing deeply of her edible aroma. He circled her sex, nipping lightly at the 
crisp curls on her mons. She sighed, unconsciously angling her hips to give him better access. 
He smiled, skirting the little nubbin of nerves that peeped from under its protective hood, to 
reach the fleshy lips below. His body actually trembled at his first, true taste of her. He rolled 
her flavor on his tongue like fine wine, slowly savoring every nuance. Carefully, slowly, he 
suckled the lips of her sex, drinking her in. 

She sighed again, sliding one leg up until her calf rested on his back, her thigh on his 
shoulder. He welcomed the pillow for his cheek as he angled his head to slide his tongue into 
her channel. He played there, exploring her folds and crevices with his tongue until he felt 
the impatient buck of her hips. 

Smiling, he took her subconscious hint. Up he licked, spreading her, until he found 
that hard nub and pressed firmly. She gasped, her hips rocking. Groaning softly, he sucked 
her clit into his mouth, nursing, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. 

 

Orgasm woke Diana from a hazy dream of colors in darkness. She opened her eyes, and 
the complete lack of light did nothing to increase her sight. But she felt him. As the tremors 
in her body subsided, she felt his arms wrapped around her thighs, hands relaxed on her 
belly. His mouth -- oh, his mouth! That was locked deliciously on her cunt, sucking her back 
into another ... 


Her back arched, her thighs struggling to close on the intense sensation. He growled, 
altering his hold so that those strong arms and hands kept her splayed as he continued to 
devour her. 

Salin, she begged, reaching down to clutch his silky hair. Only she wasnt sure what 
she begged, since she didnt seem to be pulling him away so much as trapping him where he 
was. 

He growled again, sinking his tongue as deep as it would go into her channel, nodding 
so that his nose pressed, rubbed her clit. 

Ah, wait, she cried, writhing beneath him. She knew it was him. The others had 
done this. Other men -- all raedjour, none human -- had made her squirm, but she knew it 
was him. She knew the hot muscles beneath her calves belonged to the tall, arrogant 
commander. 

Salin! she screamed as her entire body undulated with agonizing pleasure. 

He refused to give her any time to breathe, pausing only long enough to take a breath 
of his own before angling his head another way. This time he sucked her clit into his mouth 
and unwound one arm from her thighs so that he could sink two -- three? -- fingers into her 
clutching channel. She cried out, pounding his back, nearly doubling herself in half to clutch 
at his shoulders. But again, she didnt seem to be pushing so much as pulling. Pulling him to 
her, pulling him into her. 

They fought like this forever, it seemed. She fought not to feel, not to soar, and he 
fought to make her quiver and scream. She was losing. Worse, she couldnt really bring 
herself to care. 

Finally, she lost all strength. Hed depleted her to a trembling mass of muscle and wet 
tissues. She fell back to the furs, arms akimbo and legs splayed. Breathing hard, eyes closed, 
she could only lie at his mercy. 


His attentions grew tender once again, acceding to the fact that there was just no more 
orgasm in her. Smiling in the dark, he lapped up her juices, kissed the inside of each warm 
thigh, then pulled away. She expected a comment, a confirmation of triumph, but none was 
forthcoming. He crawled up her body and used his strong hands to roll her limp body to the 
side. He used a few moments to arrange her body into the warm curve of his, her buttocks 
nestled against his belly, his rock-hard cock trapped between her thighs. 

She awaited his nightly question. The one hed not asked earlier. Briefly, she 
considered if shed deny him again, despite her present exhaustion. When it didnt come, she 
yawned and settled, not quite snuggling into his embrace. This means nothing. It was all 
the protest she could muster. 

She felt the small breath of a chuckle near her ear just before he kissed her temple. Of 
course not. 

 


Chapter Twelve 

 

When she woke, he was gone. Candles had been lit and Jarak must have come, because 
a tray of cheeses and warm bread awaited her. 

Had she dreamed it? She reached down between her own thighs and winced at the 
soreness, but that meant little. For all she knew, she could have masturbated herself to the 
thought of him. 

Sighing, she rolled to her back. The furs that surrounded her smelled like him, but 
again that meant nothing. They always had. There was no indication that Salin had actually 
come to her last night and suckled her into oblivion. 

But she knew his earlier, anal fucking had happened. Shed yet to come to terms with 
that. She couldnt deny -- to herself, at least -- that hed made something that just shouldnt 
feel good, feel wonderful. And while she was making personal admissions, she could admit 
that he made everything feel wonderful. 

Disgusted with herself, she rolled from the bed, wincing at her soreness. The timepiece 
told her most of the day was gone and that it would soon be dusk. Her body had already 
acclimated to the raedjour timetable of sleep during the day and activity at night. Her mouth 


watered at the smell of the strange, spicy bread they served her. And, as she looked in the 
mirrored disk on the wall, she could tell that her hair was noticeably lighter. 

She was changing. 

Avoiding that thought, she used the privy, washed with fresh, cool water, then ate 
some of the bread and cheese. While munching, she approached the door to her chamber. 
Tried the knob. 

It turned. 

Astonished, she opened the door to see the central room of the suite. The only light 
came from a fire in the carved fireplace on the opposite wall. She knew the doorway to the 
left was the exit of Salins suite. Stepping into the room, she glanced to the right and stopped. 

Jarak sat amongst large pillows on the floor, busily polishing or cleaning a bit of 
leatherwork he held on his lap. He stood as she turned, nodding calmly before he met her 
gaze. May I get something for you, lady? 

She crossed her arms, not even aware any longer that she was naked. I should have 
known hed leave a guard. 

Jarak smiled. Im here to attend my masters lady. 

She scowled. I am not his lady. 

You are for four more days, at least, lady. 

She sniffed, gaze drifting back to the outer door. What would you do if I went and 
opened the door? 

Would you care for a tour of the city, lady? 

Shocked, she blinked, then returned her gaze to his smiling face. Excuse me? 

Commander Salin has given me permission to escort you through some of the city, if 
thats your desire. 

Some of the city? she asked. 


There are parts of the city that arent safe for those who havent lived here. He 
stepped toward her, brushing dust off his trousers. Just let me fetch some clothes for you 
and ... He caught her staring at him, which gave him pause. She smiled when he ducked his 
head, sure again that if his black skin would show it, shed see he was blushing. 

You shouldnt duck your head away from an enemy, Jarak, she told him 
conversationally. 

That snapped his head up, his blue-black eyes wide. You sounded just like the 
commander. He shook his head. Youre not my enemy, lady. 

Just because I cant hurt you, doesnt mean I wont try. 

A hint of youthful male crept behind his carefully subservient gaze. You may try, 
lady. 

She couldnt help it. She grinned. She should give him a run for it, just because. 

But she felt entirely too lazy to do that. She glanced at the door again, then shrugged. 
She stepped into the room and dropped down into one of the chairs. I dont feel like 
walking, she said. 

He cocked his head to the side. Would you like me to carry you? 

Her eyes went wide, flew to his face. Then she laughed, seeing his impish grin. All 
right. Consider me paid back. She flipped her hand at him, motioning him toward the 
pillows hed vacated. Dont let me interrupt your work. Im sure the tyrant will be put out if 
you dont finish whatever it is. 

This? he asked, picking up the leather studded with metal. This isnt for the 
commander, lady. Well, not directly. 

Oh? 

He paused, thoughtful. Then he held it up. It took her a moment before she realized it 
was a collar. When worn, it would stretch from shoulder to chin and lace up the front. 

Her gaze narrowed. Is that for me? 


He didnt answer. When she held out her hand, he gave it to her. 

She couldnt deny that the workmanship was marvelous. The gray leather was taut 
without being stiff, and it was lovingly worked to a buttery softness. The hammered design 
was cunningly filled with metal brads. 

To his utter shock, she raised the collar to her neck and wrapped it on. She tied the 
laces loosely. As she suspected, it fit perfectly. She stood to see herself in a mirrored disk over 
the fireplace. Your work? she asked calmly. 

Yes, lady. 

She nodded, stroking the soft nap with her fingers. Very nice. Youre an excellent 
leatherworker. What type of skin is this? 

He cleared his throat. We call it a yarin, lady. Its a large deerlike animal with rounded 
antlers. Theyre plentiful in the higher reaches of the mountains. 

She nodded again, then turned to face him. How do I look? 

Youre absolutely gorgeous, lady, he said sincerely. 

Thank you. Now, take a good look. Do you see? 

He frowned, but nodded. 

Good. She undid the laces, then ripped the collar from her throat, her brows sinking 
to a scowl. Then tell your master what you saw, because hes not going to see it on me 
himself! 

She hurled the collar at him, then stalked to her room. At the last second, she darted 
toward the outer door. Jarak yelped, but she had to give him credit for reacting quickly. 

He neednt have bothered. She bolted out the door and into the muscular arms of a 
guard. 

What are you doing here, Garn? Jarak demanded. 


Garn held her struggling form easily, infuriating her. Commander said he didnt want 
you to have trouble with the lady. 

She slumped. She knew it. 

Garn shook her slightly. Its fine to keep struggling, Diana, he grumbled. Leaning 
closer, he breathed in her ear. I like it. 

She recognized the taunting voice and screamed. Hed been one of her previous lovers. 
He laughed aloud as he avoided her outstretched claws. 

Stop tormenting her, Garn, Jarak ordered. 

Ill just put her back, then, Garn stated, entering the suite and walking to her room. 
He deposited her none-too-gently inside. 

She stumbled, then whirled to face him. His glittering black eyes watched her, his wide 
mouth grinning. You going to try it again? he asked hopefully. 

No. 

He showed his disappointment. Oh, well. He left the suite. 

Jarak appeared in her doorway, looking abashed. I didnt know he was there, lady. 

I gathered. 

The commander really did tell me that I could escort you through the city. 

He just didnt tell you wed have company, is that it? 

Well, yes, he said. By his tone, she knew he didnt expect shed believe him. 

Unfortunately, she did. Her anger died a cold death. 

Dont fret it, Jarak, she said, waving him away. Im going back to sleep. 

* * * * * 

Diana woke abruptly when two pairs of strong hands grabbed her. Before she was fully 
aware, leather restraints encircled her wrists and ankles, chains chiming. 


What ...? she cried, feebly struggling to consciousness. 

No answer. She was hauled into the air, carried swiftly across the room, and placed 
upon one of the contraptions Salin had yet to bind her to. This one put a padded bar 
underneath her arched back. Her legs were spread and bent beneath her, the short chains 
attached to another padded bar beneath her head. Her arms were pulled back and secured to 
the bottom of the bar under her back. The final effect left her doubled over backwards, 
breasts pointed to the ceiling, knees forced wide. 

You slimy son of a skunk! Let me go! 

Salin stood from securing her arms, looking to Jarak. Thank you, he said to the 
younger man, patting his shoulder. Jarak stared down at Diana. She could only see him 
upside down, which gave her a wonderful view of the erection tenting his trousers. Go 
ahead and take the night off. I wont need you further. 

Jarak snapped from his mesmerized gaze to face his masters amused smile. He matched 
it with one of his own. Thank you, Commander. 

Did you just send him to go get laid? Diana asked before Jarak had even left. 

Yes, Salin replied matter-of-factly. I did. The poor lads been watching you parade 
naked before him for nights now. He needs some relief. 

Im not the one keeping me naked! she screeched. 

Ah, yes. Thats true. Thats why Im giving him the night off, as Ive kept you naked 
and wanting, so youve tormented the poor lad. 

She glared sideways at him. Youre demented. 

He grinned. Quite possibly. 

She tested her bonds as he moved about the room. Returning to her, he slid an arm 
underneath her back to lift her from the bar. She gasped at the ease with which he held her 
weight. Effortlessly. Smoothly. He slid something underneath her back before gently 


returning her to her place, then busied himself with lacing what turned out to be a leather 
bodice. 

Whats this? she demanded, barely able to see the garment. 

Another of Jaraks pieces, Salin explained, smoothing the corset over her belly. It 
ended just above her hips. And these are another. Not practical, Ill admit, but very sexy. 

She frowned, trying to decide what he was doing around her hips and buttocks. 
Finally, she realized hed tied what might be a pair of panties about her hips and legs, with a 
leather thong slid through the cheeks of her ass. Only the panties were completely open over 
her mound and crotch. 

And this, he proclaimed, leaning over her body to spear his hands through her hair, 
lifting her head. She glared when she recognized the leather collar shed hurled at Jarak 
earlier. Salins wicked grin told her Jarak had relayed the earlier conversation. He took great 
pleasure in fastening the piece around her neck and gazing at it lovingly. 

Bastard. 

He met her gaze. Thought I wouldnt see you in this, sweet? he asked mildly. 

Fuck you. 

The smile returned. In due course. 

You keep saying that, she told him as he gently released her head and stepped away. 
And you still havent. 

Remember, my sweet, I await your sweet invitation. 

You didnt need my invitation last night, she spat, glaring at the ceiling. 

Well, Ill admit Ive been a little inside your body. But theres a difference. He stood 
above her now, his knees close enough to kiss. Helpless, she gazed up the powerful thighs to 
the massive erection he cradled in his hand. Where had his trousers gone? But this has not 
been inside of you. 


She licked her lips, unable to tear her gaze away from the fingers caressing the smooth 
head of his cock. So what are you saying? That you wont put it inside me? 

Not until you ask. 

She snorted. Im not going to ask. 

Dont make promises you wont keep, sweet. 

Go to the hells! I dont want you! 

Grinning, he swung one thick leg easily across her body until he straddled her torso. 
With effort, she lifted her head to see him bend his knees enough to put his cock on level 
with her cleavage. She fought a groan as he slid the head against the crest of one breast, then 
angled further down to smudge a drop of seed into her skin. How long will you lie to 
yourself, sweet? he asked calmly. 

At least four more days, she sneered. 

That stopped him. He frowned, suddenly serious. If you deny me, youll just go to 
another man. 

Who wont be you. 

Exactly. 

She shuddered. Sweet Mother of us all, he was right. She knew he was right. The 
thought of another nine days with yet another man sickened her. Somehow, Salin had done 
the same things to her as many of the others had, but something about him made them 
special. Add to it that he actually talked to her and, damn him, she liked his wicked sense of 
humor, even though it infuriated her. 

She let her head drop back. She couldnt give in. If she gave in, he won. They won. 
And they shouldnt. This wasnt right! 

He sighed and left her, to roam the room again. She heard activity but couldnt see 
beyond her breasts to make out what he was doing. 

She jumped when his hot tongue lapped at the skin exposed at the bottom of the corset. 


Did you enjoy last night, sweet? 

She froze. Instantly, she could again feel his mouth on her, forcing her to climax again 
and again as she scrabbled in the dark. 

Stubbornly, she pushed the images from her head. You mean you in my ass? No. I 
dont know what kind of spell you cast over me to make me come, but I didnt enjoy it. 

There was no spell, sweet. And you know it. You enjoyed my fingers in your ass. He 
made her jump again by sliding his fingers over said ass and teasing the thong that covered 
her opening. But I realize that particular act might catch you off guard. Another kiss, just at 
the top of her mons. But I made up for it later, didnt I? 

I -- I dont know what youre talking about. 

He sighed, nipping at her thigh. Dont try to explain it away as a dream, sweet. I was 
there. I made quite a feast of you last day, and you were more than willing. 

Damn him! She didnt want confirmation of that. She wanted to believe it was a dream. 

That meant nothing. 

So you said. And I let you believe that. I left you before you awoke. But dont fool 
yourself. You wanted me last day. 

And you didnt take me. 

No. I want you fully conscious and aware when you ask for me. 

It wont ... ah! Happen. 

His lips had found her clit. He didnt bother with much foreplay this time, but he 
didnt need to. The mere reminder of the previous day had her wet. Loudly popping her clit 
in and out of his mouth, he slid three long fingers deep into her channel. Writhing, she 
moaned. Fighting the natural buck of her hips in rhythm with his pumping fingers. 

Come for me, Diana, he murmured, slamming his fingers deep just before he nipped 
her clit. 


 

 

She was horrified with herself for obeying. She soared through a colorful haze, crying 
out the pleasure she didnt want to feel. 

But he wasnt done with her. He did it again, wiggling the three fingers in her cunt as 
he attacked her clit. A finger from his other hand snaked underneath the thong and into her 
ass. Salin! she screeched, just before shooting into another orgasm. 

God of war! she screamed on the fourth, her body trembling. Fuck me and get it 
over with already. 

At her words, he eased a bit, allowing her to breathe, although three fingers remained 
deeply embedded. Sweet, it is far from my wish to get it over with. 

I said it, she panted. You wanted me to say it. Get it over with. 


Abruptly, all fingers left her body. She tried to breathe, barely conscious of his 
movements until she felt his wet fingers slide into her hair to lift her head. 

Burning red eyes locked with hers, a fury she didnt understand evident in their 
depths. What do you want? he demanded. 

Just fuck me and get it over with. 

He shook her head once like a mother cat might shake its young. What do you want? 

She snarled, understanding. He wanted her to admit it. You want me. Take me. 

His snarl made a mockery of hers. Cursing in what she could only assume was the 
raedjour language, he bent to release her from the chains that bound her to the bench. Once 
done, he stalked away from her. 

Where are you going? she demanded. 

He whirled as she slid to sit on one side of the bench, easing the ache in her back. 

Do you want me to fuck you? 

Yes. That she could say. 

Then say it. 

She fisted her hands in aggravation, her pent-up arousal feeding her anger. I said it. 
Fuck me, damn you! 

His cock twitched, obviously more than willing. But he remained halfway across the 
room. No, he barked. Not like youre relieving an itch. Admit that you want me! 

She rolled her eyes. Whats the difference? 

Growling, he crossed to one of the four clothes chests. After a moment of rummaging, 
he came up with a long cylinder that was tapered at one end. Scowling, he brandished it, 
making sure she saw it clearly, before he tossed it onto the bed furs. 

Use that to relieve your itch, Diana. He crossed to the door. Tell me when you 
realize you need more from me. 


She screamed her frustration, beating her hands against the bench. Defiantly, she went 
to the bed and retrieved the object. Yes. It wasnt as large as his cock, but it would do. It was 
made of a strange, warm material that felt like wax but didnt chip away. Fine! She dropped 
onto the bed on her back, letting her legs flop open. Without any preparation -- from her 
own ministrations, at least -- she plunged it into her core. Her back bowed in pleasure, her 
body skyrocketing into an immediate climax. But she knew, as she recovered herself, that 
Salin was right. She needed more. This felt good, but she knew it would feel much better to 
have his hips behind those thrusts instead of her own shaky fingers. 

She subsided with a whimper, letting the tool slip from her grasp. Staring at the ceiling, 
she nearly cried in frustration. 

 


Chapter Thirteen 

 

Salin could feel something was different before he opened the door the next day. When 
he saw her sitting on the edge of the bed platform, facing the door, his eyes widened. The 
leather restraints were strapped to her wrists and ankles. Shed put them on herself? 

Lifting her chin, she stared at him squarely. Some decision had been made behind that 
glittering green-gold gaze, but he hadnt a clue what it was. Calmly, she lifted her arms to 
pull her long hair into a tail. The movement lifted her full breasts, gaining his attention. 

He shut the door carefully and leaned his back against it. Waiting. 

She finished with her hair and stood. Whats your plan for tonight, Commander? she 
purred. 

He crossed his arms, pleased that the movement caused her gaze to drop to his bulging 
arms. At least she enjoyed the look of him. I had thoughts, but Im open to suggestions. 

Her long, beautiful lashes dropped halfway over her eyes, a sexy, sultry look that made 
his cock jerk to attention. Her lush lips curled when she noticed. Eyes locked on his crotch, 
she approached him. Once there, she took hold of his wrists and guided him to uncross his 
arms and lay them at his sides. He obeyed, entranced. Was this the same woman hed left 
before? 


Unconcerned with his skeptical frown, she leaned forward and laid her lips above his 
right nipple. Against his will, he shuddered. She smiled, opening her mouth so that her 
warm breath caressed the very edges of his tattoo. Her tongue darted out to flick his nipple. 
He jumped. 

Edgy, arent we? she mused, kissing her way across the broad expanse of his chest to 
the other nipple. 

A smart warrior is always on edge when an opponent tries something new. 

Wise, she agreed, chuckling. Her hands bracketed his waist, thumbs idly tracing the 
edges of his abdominal muscles. Cautiously, he reached forward to lay hands on her soft 
shoulders. 

Does this mean nothing, too, sweet? he purred. 

She lifted her chin to meet his gaze. Absolutely nothing, she confirmed with a smile. 

Mmm, he mused as she commenced her soft torture of his skin. Although it was 
tough as leather, raedjour skin was attuned to a lovers touch. He slid his hands down her 
arms to her wrists, removing her hands from his waist. She didnt protest when he started to 
walk her backwards. 

 

She expected the furs. She wanted the furs. Today hed fuck her. Today shed have him. 
Shed spent a long, frustrated time before finally making the decision. Shed seduce him. 
Shed give him what he wanted, so hed give her what shed come to need. If he pushed it, 
shed even ask, damn it! She didnt believe her truemate existed among the raedjour, so 
what did it matter if she took a little -- or maybe a lot -- of the pleasure he offered? He was 
the finest lover shed had to date -- even without having taken her completely -- and shed 
be damned if she missed out on having him fully! 


Shed donned the restraints as a sign. He was smart. Hed catch on. He was hot enough 
for her that hed take it as an excuse without the ridiculous notion of forcing her to ask for 
him. 

She hoped. 

She kissed and nipped his breast as he led her backward into the room. He tasted so 
good! Shed not allowed herself the pleasure of tasting his skin before this. He tasted of 
midnight mystery and heady secrets, clean and dark and delicious. That light sheen of oil 
that coated his skin tasted of dark spices. Cinnamon musk and prime male. 

She didnt expect it when he abruptly turned her, raising her arms. The clink of chains 
alerted her that hed bound her to another one of his infernal contraptions, this one a free-
standing post with a set of rings at the top for restraints. 

Salin, she protested, jangling the chains at her wrist. 

Sweet, he responded, kissing the back of her neck. 

She shuddered, melting. Fine. If he wanted it this way, theyd do it this way. This time. 

He nibbled her shoulder as he loosened his trousers and let them fall to the floor. To 
keep his attention, she wiggled her ass in his direction, spreading her legs slightly. He 
groaned as he kicked aside boots and trousers. Finally, his hands slid down her sides to her 
hips. Those he pulled back, forcing her onto her toes as he ground her bottom to his groin. 
His cock poked her lower back before he drew back, letting it slide down the crack of her 
ass. 

Yes! she moaned, willing to voice her approval as long as he continued. If it were true 
that his pleasure was magnified by hers, he must be insatiable right now. Take me now, she 
demanded silently. 

 


 


He purred, pulling all the way back in order to re-angle his cock so that his forward 
slide took it down and through the wet folds of her sex. They both moaned when the tip 
grazed her clit, sending a rush of fire throughout her body. She bit her lip, tilting her hips to 
try and push that sensitive spot harder against him. Salin leaned forward, reaching around 
her body to cradle the tip of his cock in his palm. Using his hand, he pushed the shaft 
lengthwise up against her folds, hips pumping to create delicious friction. Gasping, she 
shoved back, not even caring that he chuckled. At least the chuckle had an edge to it. He was 
struggling to maintain control. But she wanted him out of control. She wanted him rampant 
and lusty and slamming inside of her like the magnificent stallion he was! 

She synchronized her rocking hips to his as he began to thrust, trying to force an angle 
that would guide him inside. She was so close! His hand remained at her groin, guiding his 
cock against her clit with each forward thrust. She didnt protest when his strong hands slid 
to either side of her hips and guided her thighs together. Yes! Getting the idea, she willingly 
pressed her thighs together, making a warm, wet channel for him to ... 

Too late, she realized what he was about. Too late, she felt him erupt. No! she 
shrieked, staring helplessly at the spurting white cream that now covered his hand and part 
of the post in front of her. 

He laughed, backing away as she trembled with rage. 

You bastard! she growled, yanking at the bonds holding her hands. 

He came into her line of sight, an infuriatingly smug look on his gorgeous features. 
Anger, sweet? he taunted, leaning against the pole to which she was chained as he idly 
wiped cream from his fingers onto his belly, making the muscles gleam even more. Why are 
you angry? 

His eyes danced with mirth as he watched her struggle with her own emotions. Care 
to ask me something, sweet? he taunted. 


She met his gaze. The words were easier to say than shed thought. Please fuck me, 
Salin. 

He paused, quite obviously taken aback. Say it again. 

Hope surged in her breast. Relief was coming! I want you, Salin. Fuck me. Now. 
Please! 

He leaned in, studying her face. What are you asking for, sweet? 

You. So deep inside me that I forget your cock isnt part of my body, she parroted his 
words right back at him. 

That got him. He practically reeled, clutching the post for support. Eagerly, she met his 
lips when they swooped in to take hers. She wholeheartedly mated his tongue, sucking him 
into her mouth like she wanted to suck his cock into her body. 

Now, Salin, she demanded, jerking at the chains that bound her wrists. She nipped at 
his lip. 

Why do you want me? 

What? 

Why do you want me? 

She moaned, again yanking at the chains. Not now, Salin. Not now. Cant this wait? 

He shook his head. Is it so hard to admit what you want? I know you want me. His 
look turned suddenly serious. Reaching forward, he cradled her face in his big, warm hands 
and tilted her head up. His fingers smelled of their combined juices, made her thoughts 
spiral. Ill make it easier for you, sweet Diana, he murmured, capturing her gaze. Ill say it 
first. He paused -- gathering his courage? I love you, Diana, he murmured, shocking her. 
I dont know how I know, but I know youre my truemate. I know we belong together. He 
planted a soft kiss on her surprised lips. Ask me. Tell me you want me. Let me make love to 
you, Diana, he begged softly, breath a warm caress to her lips. Lets seal the bond between 
us. 


She stared at him, mind whirling. She barely registered when he reached up and 
released her wrists from the pole. She backed away when he reached for her. 

You dont know that, she protested. 

That I love you? 

Why would you say that? Ive been nothing but horrible to you. 

Perhaps thats exactly what I need. 

She shook her head. How could you want such a thing? 

What? A fiery mate who keeps me on my guard? In focus? A woman with stubborn 
strength of will? A woman whose bodys pleasures make my blood sing? 

She walked away, toward the privy chamber. Stop saying those things. You cant mean 
them. 

He froze, watching her retreat with predatory interest. What are you frightened of, 
Diana? 

She whirled. What? 

Why does the mention of love send you running? 

You dont know what youre saying. 

No. But something makes you deny everything that your body feels. I mention love, 
and suddenly all the lust you felt runs cold. Something is making you deny me. He caught 
her arm, hauling her up against him. Tell me whats wrong! 

Im denying you because youre a killer and a rapist! she spat, tearing at his grip to 
escape him. How could I love something like that?! 

He went stone-still except for the fingers that suddenly released her. Her blood ran 
cold, her own words, said in fright, sinking in. She backed away helplessly, unable to think 
of a way to take them back. Confused by the fact that she wanted very badly to take them 
back. He watched her retreat, his sensual mouth smashed in a furious line. 


Abruptly he turned, snatching his trousers from the floor. Deny me for another three 
nights and youll have your freedom, he said, bending to tug them on. 

What? 

Ill tell Nalfien what I suspect. He knows my instincts, and he knows theyre usually 
true. He can confirm it. If Im right and you are my truemate, youre of no use to another 
man other than as a fuck toy. He tossed a disdainful glance her way. I assume you dont 
relish a life in the brothel? 

She shook her head, still confused. What are you talking about? 

The brothel. Its where we keep the women who havent found a truemate. They still 
have needs, you see. Needs that only a long line of lovers can try to appease. Only your needs 
would be worse, because only your truemate could fully satisfy you. 

She gaped, horrified. 

He nodded coldly. Just so. I didnt think that would appeal to you. And with your 
reputation ... He shook his head. Once Nalfien confirms Im right, Ill let him know that I 
dont want you. It will take some convincing, but hell cast a spell to erase your memories. 

She staggered back against the wall, unable to digest all that he was saying. What? 

He ignored her. Hell have to put some alternate memories into your head. After all, 
youll need an explanation why Gala is no longer with you. Youll think shes dead. 

Salin, wait. 

Why? he demanded, rounding on her. The fury in his eyes flattened her instinctively 
against the wall, even though he was across the room. Isnt this what you wanted? You 
havent turned fully yet, so its still not too late. We dont tend to tell women that its 
possible to leave, but before a certain time, it is. The problem, of course, is that youll never 
quite be right in the head again. A symptom of having manufactured and missing memories. 
He spread his arms. But youll have your wish. Youll be away from here, away from us. 


Away from me. He glared. Of course, youll never be fertile. But that shouldnt bother a 
lone warrior like you. 

She scowled. Now wait just a moment ... 

No, Diana. This is it. Think very carefully. I offer myself to you, wholeheartedly. 
Myself and my life. A very long life compared to the one youd have as a human. Or I offer a 
way out. His upraised hand silenced her. Choose one. 

With that, he stomped out. 

 


Chapter Fourteen 

 

You told her what? Nalfien demanded. 

Salin, sprawled on a bench to the side of Nalfiens workroom, waved a negligent hand. 
What will it matter? Youve done it before. 

That is not common knowledge. Radin should not have told you. 

Salin shrugged. 

And what, pray tell, happens if she decides to stay? That knowledge is dangerous if she 
imparts it to other women. 

Salin grimaced. She wont stay. 

Nalfien studied the top of the younger mans head. Hed never seen Salin like this. The 
commander was always in top form, his quick mind often reaching conclusions long before 
others had an inkling of an issue. Part of it was those damnable instincts that invariably 
proved correct, but much of it was pure genius. A genius currently without his spark. 

How do you know that? 

Salin shook his head, dragging long fingers through his short hair. Shes too stubborn. 
Theres a wall in her mind that shes trapped by. I dont seem to have the key. 

Would you like me to change her mind for her? Nalfien offered carefully. 


No, Salin snapped. If she doesnt come to the conclusion herself, its not worth it. 

Salin, think carefully on what you say. You still have a few days with her. Perhaps if 
you ... 

I know what I say, Nalfien. Salin lifted furious eyes to meet the sorcerers. My 
truemate denies me. Do you think I havent thought on this? Do you think I want to watch 
her go to the brothel pit to be used by any man who believes he can handle her? No. Id 
rather she was out of sight. 

But you ... 

What about me? Ill be childless. Is that such a horror? 

Salin! 

Or perhaps Im wrong, Salin continued, wilting back onto the bench. Wearily, he 
closed his eyes. Maybe shes not my truemate. You should test her to find out. 

Nalfien wished fervently that Radin were not away on one of his extended treks 
through the mountains. Radin was one of the few who could talk sense to the commander. 

Salin, if you havent taken her, I cant ... 

Spare me, Nalfien. Radins told me that you can tell. 

What secrets has Radin not told you? Nalfien muttered angrily. But the anger died 
quickly in the face of Salins obvious pain. Ill test her. But, Salin -- The younger man had 
stood, resigned, and started out the door. He paused at Nalfiens words. -- do not give up just 
yet. As you said, she has a wall in her mind to hurdle. Youve likely shocked her with words 
of love. Allow her some time to think on that. 

Salin nodded, and left. 

* * * * * 


Salin didnt come to her the next day. Or the next. She waited. She was aware when 
Jarak came to the room, kept her fed, but she feigned sleep. She knew before Jarak entered 
that he wasnt Salin, and Salin was the only one she wanted to see. 

He loved her? How could he know that? 

Images of her mother haunted her. The woman had left when Diana was still a young 
child, but Diana recalled enough. Recalled her spiteful words. Recalled her disdainful tone 
when she spoke to Dianas father. She never loved him. Never loved them. Four children 
together, Diana the last, before Dianas father finally gave up. He wished her well, helped 
her pack, and saw her on her way. The woman had never looked back. 

Diana saw reflections of this in herself. She wasnt worthy of love. Her measly few 
friendships had taken precious, agonizing time to forge and lasted only through the resolve 
of the other, not Diana. Gala was the only one whod taken the time and energy, taken the 
blows and cuts, to be her true friend. Diana knew this. 

Gala had been the only one until now. Until Salin. Hed played her game masterfully. 
Hed shown her the error of her ways without making her lose face. Hed bared his soul and 
allowed her to rake it apart. 

She was just like her mother. 

She didnt bother to touch the food Jarak brought. She watched the flame in the hands 
of the little goddess statue turn midnight blue then sunny yellow then blue again, and still no 
Salin. Not that she blamed him. 

Her body ached, lust coursing through her veins. But she couldnt bear the thought of 
bringing herself to climax. The toy hed given her lay unused on a table. It wouldnt help. It 
couldnt help. She needed him. 

Did she love him? 


The goddesss flame had turned a greenish blue, indicating the nearing of sunrise on 
the second night without Salin, when the door again opened. She automatically scowled at 
the sight of Nalfien. 

What are you doing here? 

Salin asked me to come test you. 

Her heart cracked, recalling his words. I dont want you tasting me, she warned, 
although she didnt bother to rise from the bed furs. 

That isnt necessary for this, he said, crossing halfway into the room. He hesitated. 
Should I bind you? 

She grimaced. I wont attack you. 

He seemed to take her at her word, for he closed the distance and sat on the edge of the 
bed platform. 

What do you do this time? she asked, listless. Scour my brain with your magic? 
Shove your fingers inside me? 

No, he replied softly. For this, I need to gauge your heart. 

She blinked rapidly as he placed a warm hand over the center of her chest. She was not 
crying! She felt nothing but the warmth of his hand. Glancing toward him, she saw him 
watching her face. No glowing eyes. No sign of magic. Nothing but kindness showed there, a 
bland warmth that showed a caring for another living creature. She closed her eyes. 

Presently, he removed his hand. 

Well? she prompted when he said nothing and didnt leave. Is he my truemate? 

What do you think? 

Youre the sorcerer. 

Youre the woman. 

She paused. Is it true you can erase my memories and send me away from here? 


Yes. 

Will you? 

If necessary. 

Another pause. Why would he want me? 

Love rarely follows any path we perceive. 

How could he love me? 

Ive known Salin his entire life. Hes never taken the easy road. 

She barked a laugh, little amusement in it. Then Im perfect for him, she sneered. 

He stood. Yes, he said softly, turning to leave. You are. 

She scrambled to sit, watching his retreating back. Whats that supposed to mean? 

He was at the door. If you continue to resist Salin until the end of his nine days, I will 
cast the spell he described to you. Red eyes bore into her from across the room. It wont be 
painless, but youll not recall any of your time here. 

She swallowed. 

Be certain thats what you wish, Diana, he murmured as he opened the door. Be 
certain you know what it is youre giving up. 

 


Chapter Fifteen 

 

The ninth day. Panic overwhelmed her. 

Where is he? 

Jarak, having just entered, hesitated in the doorway, tray in hand. 

Jarak, she warned, sitting up on the bed platform, where is he? 

The commander is practicing with his men. 

Go get him. 

Jarak blinked at her. 

Impatient, she stood and stomped across the room to take the tray from him. Go 
yourself or get Garn to do it, but I have to talk to him. Then, when he still hesitated: 
Please! 

Yes, lady. 

 

Krael backpedaled from Salins furious advance. Their sparring match had taken a 
decidedly dark turn some minutes back, and Krael was still deciding how to extricate himself 
from it. That distraction cost him. 


He fell with a grunt, Salin instantly atop him, almost pinning him. Almost. Through 
instinct and practice, Krael had a dagger out and pointed upward at Salins belly. A good 
enough thrust and he could gut the other man. Kill him. 

Burning red eyes met violet blue. Salin eased up the dulled blade he held at Kraels 
throat. Do it, he ordered. 

Krael blinked. His mind raced. No one else could have heard the command. No one 
else could see the pain in the commanders eyes. 

Damn you, I gave you an order! Salin hissed. 

Salin ... 

Commander! cried another voice. Krael stared into Salins furious gaze as Jarak ran up 
to them. Commander, the lady is asking for you. 

Krael saw it. The sudden hope quashed by burning anguish. He saw it, but no one else. 
Of that he was glad. 

Suddenly, Salin pushed back to his knees, his angry gaze pointed up at his squire. 
What does she want? 

Jarak shook his head, his concern for his master obvious in his gaze. She begged me to 
come and find you. 

Begged? 

Yes, Commander. 

Salin took a deep breath, scrubbing a hand roughly through his shorn hair. Fine. I 
come. 

 

She felt him enter the outer room. She knew he was taking his own sweet time, making 
her wait. She accepted that. He entered the room to find her waiting, and hesitated. 


She knew what he saw. Her. Naked. Kneeling not on the bed platform but on the 
bondage bench. Leather restraints on her wrists and ankles. The leather collar Jarak had 
made laced around her neck. A length of chain connected her wrists and lay in a loose S on 
the bench before her. 

She looked up, locking with his skeptical gaze. She let him see the longing, willed him 
to see the traces of her tears. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her bound arms toward him in a 
pleading gesture. Please. 

He scowled, not moving from the doorway. What game are you playing, Diana? 

No games, she said softly. Although shed determined to say them, the words came 
hard. 

He crossed the room to stand by the bench. He made no move to take the chain or her 
hands, although she kept them outstretched toward him. 

Please, she repeated. 

Please what? 

No sweet. She cringed, lowering her arms. Do you still want me? 

 

Did he still want her?! Was the woman daft? He could barely contain himself. Her 
body vibrated with uncertainty, and he knew she fought every base instinct she had to 
remain kneeling before him. But he had to push her that extra step. She had to do this, or 
else shed accuse him of forcing her into it for the rest of their long lives. 

Thats not the way this will work, Diana, he warned. 

She risked a glance at his face. Another at his crotch. Evidence of his arousal was 
prominent, but shed likely attribute that to his races high sexual appetite. After all, what 
raedjour male had she encountered who didnt have an erection for her? 

She swallowed. Please, Salin, she begged. 

Please what, sweet? 


The endearment worked wonders. He felt the rush of hope that coursed through her 
veins, perhaps giving her the courage to continue. 

Taking another deep breath, she looked up into his eyes. I want you. 

His heart soared, but he struggled not to show it. Why? 

 

Why?! 

She fought the instant rage. That anger had been her ready answer to everything, and 
the introduction to disaster for nearly every situation she brought it to. She swallowed. She 
was intelligent enough to know why he asked. But was she brave enough to give him what 
he wanted? 

Because I ... because ... Frustrated, she tried to breathe over the pounding of her 
heart. 

His gaze softened, those bulging arms lowering from across his chest. Slowly, he 
lowered himself to sit on the bench. 

She lowered her gaze to the chain before her, unable to look at him and admit her 
feelings at the same time. Because I think ... I ... love you, she said softly. I want to stay 
with you. 

His hand crept out to take hold of the chain. She watched his long, elegant fingers 
wind about the links. Were they trembling just a bit? He twisted his wrist to wrap the chain 
around his hand -- once, twice, again and again, until her wrists were snug against his hand 
and each other. He shifted, and his knees came into her lowered view. His free hand 
appeared, cupped her chin, made her look up at him. 

Be sure, Diana, he warned gently once their gazes locked. Once were mated, its 
over. Youre mine. There was a moments hesitation, and a softening of his lips to the barest 
of smiles. And Im yours. 


She stared at his face, really seeing him for the first time. Without her blinding sheet of 
rage between them. He was truly stunning. His face was all sharp angles except for the 
smooth curves of his lips and the curl of his lashes. The tattoos on his chin and forehead 
made him look even more exotic. The fall of his curly hair over his eyes made him 
mysterious, secretive. 

Will I be more attractive to you once Ive turned? 

He smiled fully, and it lit her heart. I cant imagine a sexier woman, with any color 
skin. 

Will I be able to see in the dark? 

Yes. 

Will my eyes turn? 

No. Your eyes will remain their perfect golden green. 

She smiled. But my hair will turn white. 

Beautiful, snowy white, he agreed, sinking his free fingers into said hair. 

Will my skin be as tough as yours? 

Smooth as silk but tougher than leather, he promised. 

Will I be as fast as you with the sword? 

Maybe not as fast, but well work to make you the best you can be. 

I do love you, Salin, she said before she could think about it. 

His mouth closed on hers, her instant reward for bravery. She willingly parted her lips, 
welcoming the assault of his tongue. 

 





She pulled eager hands toward his face, frustrated to find them still bound. Laughing, he 
parted their lips only long enough to unwind the chain from his hand and toss it over his 
head. The cold metal slithered over his back as she let her greedy hands take their fill of his 
hair, yanking him back to her kiss. She climbed forward into his lap, steadied by his strong 
grip on her waist. Straddling his hips, she ground her groin against his, drenching the front 
of his trousers with her juices. 

Salin, she muttered against his lips, loath to part them for very long, if you dont 
fuck me now, Im going to have to hurt you. 

He laughed and she gasped as he lurched suddenly backward. To her amazement, he 
gained his feet in one fluid move, without losing his grip on her or parting their lips any 
further. Mmm, youre strong, she purred, confident now. Is that why I have to change? So 
you wont pound me into pulp? 

He chuckled, lowering them both into the soft furs of the bed. Partly, he admitted, 
tumbling her onto her back so he could get out of his trousers. 

She scrambled to her knees before him, eager to help. Only partly? Whats the other 
part? 

She almost didnt notice his hesitation at her question, too busy unlacing the ties and 
freeing his cock. Shed never handled it before and was fascinated. Hot and long, soft and 
hard. She squeezed experimentally, gratified to produce a raw moan from deep within his 
chest. She bent her head, wanting to taste him. 

She couldnt understand why he put his hands on her shoulders, stopping her. 

Sweet, Ive got to tell you something. 

She froze, her blood running cold. She hated the tone in his voice. What? 

A raedjour pregnancy lasts two cycles. 

She blinked, still looking at and holding his cock. The organ that would plant a seed 
inside her that she would carry for two cycles. 


Thats the other reason for the change. Humans cant survive a raedjour pregnancy. 

She licked her lips, still staring at his cock. Slowly, she moved her fingers down the 
shaft, watching the loose layer of skin slide back with her hand. Well, she said as she 
slowly pulled her hand back up the shaft, watching the skin bunch and nearly cover the 
head. Ill just have to make you suffer every moment of the way, wont I? 

 

Salin groaned, releasing her shoulders to allow her to dip her head and finally take the 
head of his cock into her mouth. He nearly came out of his skin. No mouth had ever felt so 
good! Even the scrape of her teeth as she struggled to gulp as much of it as she could felt 
good! 

He let her nibble and suckle for precious moments, growled when she slid a free hand 
to cup and handle his balls. 

Ah, sweet! he cried, pulling her away just as shed discovered the sensitive underside 
of the head with her agile little tongue. She protested, but he shoved her back into the furs, 
coming down atop her, We can explore that later, he promised, reaching down to grab his 
cock, but I need to be inside you. 

Oh, yes, she purred, spreading her legs and canting her hips to a better angle. 

He met her gaze. You want me inside you? 

Yes, she said, without blinking. I want you inside me. Fuck me, Salin. Now! 

Gladly, he obeyed. With one, smooth thrust, he was inside her to the hilt. Despite his 
size, hed known theirs would be a perfect fit. 

 

Diana gasped. They both froze, locked together. His mouth was pressed to the curve 
where her neck met her shoulder, his massive shoulders hunched over her smaller body. Her 
cheek pressed against his temple. Her arms wound as tightly as possible about his neck, his 


arms twined beneath her back and around her waist. Neither wanted to end this perfect 
moment, their first as one. Both squeezed their eyes shut, memorizing the feeling. 

But she had to move. She had to feel him. Rotating her hips, she gasped again as that 
huge cock ground against the walls of her channel. Once felt, she couldnt get enough, 
couldnt stay still. Neither, it seemed, could he. His breath came in gasps as he pumped his 
hips against hers, slowly, carefully. She wondered if he was being easy on her, or if he was 
struggling to maintain control. It didnt matter. She wanted him out of control. 

Fuck me, Salin, she breathed in his ear. 

His whole body shuddered, his cock swelling larger. She groaned, catching his ear 
again, which made it repeat. Shed found a sweet spot! Experimentally, she reached out with 
her tongue to trace the delicate tip of his pointed ear. He growled, fingers clutching painfully 
at her buttocks. But she didnt care about the last, because it was accompanied by firmer, 
longer thrusts from his cock. 

Yes, she hissed, sure her breath caressed his ear. He moved to pull his head away, but 
she clutched handfuls of his hair to keep him there. She liked this reaction and wasnt about 
to release him from it. 

Diana, he groaned, using his hands at her hips now to slam her more firmly against 
his pumping groin. 

She muttered into his ear, unconscious of the words, uncaring. She suckled the lobe, 
delved into the recesses, but -- although he clearly liked it all -- it seemed to be the very 
pointed tip that was most sensitive. 

He broke free, rearing up over her, ear out of reach. She grunted a protest, struggling to 
pull him back. They fought for supremacy, and he won, trapping her hands with his over her 
head. Not once during their battle did he stop the rhythm of his hips. 


Deprived of the distraction of his ear, Diana lost herself in the feel of his cock. He was 
so deep! Surely hed punctured her belly, her chest! She was sure hed emerge in her throat 
soon. Oh, but it felt good! Sweet pumping rhythm. Sweet delicious cock. Sweet ... 

Salin! she cried. 

He groaned, halting movement, allowing her to shudder into climax around him, 
pinning her hips with his, her hands with his, until she stopped writhing. 

She blinked up at him, sweat plastering her hair to her face. He grinned. 

Bastard, she spat, grinding against him, ready for the next round. You have to come, 
too. 

I will, he promised, pulling out and pushing back in slowly. 

I thought my pleasure was your pleasure, she accused. 

It is. Which is why Im selfishly prolonging it. 

Bastard, she repeated, this time on a shaky laugh. 

Diana, he purred, releasing her hands and lowering himself to press chest-to-chest. 
His lips found hers, soft, sweet playing of lips and tongue. And his hips kept pumping. 

She let him lead, content to take what he gave her. And he gave so much! She came 
again. Then, on the third climax, he roared, slamming into her quivering pussy as he came. 

Warmth flooded her, body and soul. Followed by an amazing, sated feeling shed never 
before encountered. 

She cuddled Salins weight atop her, smoothing his back as his breathing calmed. 
Presently, he chuckled. She gasped when he twitched his hips and she realized that not only 
was he still inside her, but he was still hard! After such a hard climax, any of her other lovers 
-- human and raedjour -- had needed some time to recuperate! 

Still smiling, he propped himself on his elbows so he could look down at her. Did I 
mention that youre in heat? And that increases my sexual appetite? 


She grimaced, knowing her true delight showed in her eyes. No. You failed to 
mention that. 

Hmm. He kissed her lips. Youll have to punish me for that. 

 

 


 

 

 

 

Jet Mykles 

 

An ardent fan of fantasy and science fiction sagas, Jet prefers to live in a world of 
imagination where dragons are real, elves are commonplace, vampires are just people with 
special diets and lycanthropes live next door. In her own mind, shes the spunky heroine 
who gets the best of everyone and always attracts the lean, muscular lads. She aids this 
fantasy with visuals created through her other obsession: 3D graphic art. In this area, as in 
writing, Jets self-taught and thoroughly entranced, and now regularly uses this art to 
illustrate her stories or her stories to expand upon her art. It was through a series of images 
posted to the erotic art website Renderotica and encouragement from the fabulous Angela 
Knight that she finished and submitted a story to Loose Id. 

In real life, Jet lives in southern California with her boyfriend of nine years, his 
daughter and father and nine cats. She has a bachelors degree in acting, but her loathing of 
auditions has kept her out of the limelight. So she turned to computers and currently works 
in product management for a software company, because even in real life, she cant help but 
want to create something out of nothing. 

You can find Jet on the Web at http://www.computerotika.com. 

* * * * * 

Read on for a tantalizing glimpse of 

 

Take on Me 

by Lacey Savage 

 

Available Now from Loose Id 


Take on Me 

 

Silwen didn't stop to look behind her as she fled into the kitchen. She wanted to put as 
much distance between herself and the rogue captain as possible, and if she never laid eyes 
on him again, that would be just fine with her. 

She swiped at a loose tendril that had escaped her carefully bound tresses and picked 
up a large carving knife. A half-plucked chicken lay on the wooden counter and she headed 
for it, intent on doing as much damage as she could to something that wouldn't fight back. 

Do you remember the first time we were together? His voice was smooth and deep, 
like rich Karavian wine. It traveled down her spine and left a soft warmth in its wake. 

Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him. No. 

You're lying. 

As far as I'm concerned, we were never together. If we had been, you wouldn't have 
left -- 

She bit her lip, her teeth digging into the tender skin. Why couldn't she ever keep her 
mouth shut? 

I can see you're still upset about that. I'm sorry if I hurt you. 

If? She stared at him incredulously, knife pointed toward his chest even though he 
was still halfway across the room. 

I left because I had too. My father... Drax's voice faltered, his long lashes shielding his 
eyes as his gaze fell to the floor. Silwen fought the urge to run into his arms, to comfort the 
obvious tension that had settled upon his strong, broad shoulders. 

When it was clear to Silwen he wasn't going to continue, she risked a question of her 
own. How is your father? 

He looked up at her, his eyes unreadable. I don't know. Dead, I guess. 


I'd hoped... She struggled to find the right words. I didn't know your father was on 
the Braveheared . She gestured toward the journal pages. And when I read that, I'd hoped 
I misunderstood. 

Drax scrubbed his hand over his face. The morning we were last together, I learned 
that the Bravehearted never made it to the port in Cauldernon. I jumped on the first vessel 
leaving the docks in search of them, but the trip amounted to nothing. We never even came 
close to finding the ship, Captain Barbarosa, or my father. 

I'm so sorry. Her heart constricted with the knowledge that Terrem Attir was dead. 

Silwen placed the knife down on the table. Giving in to her initial urge, she crossed the 
distance between them quickly and wrapped her arms low around his waist, pressing her 
cheek against his chest. The smell of the ocean mingled with the slight scent of sweat, 
bringing back a deluge of memories. Memories of sounds and images treaded vividly across 
her mind. 

The close proximity of his body was driving her to distraction, so Silwen closed her 
eyes and tried to focus on something else. 

Drax's father -- dead. Unbelievable! Terrem Attir had never been the type of man to 
succumb to anything, and she'd always thought he'd stare death right in the face and tell it to 
come back later. But if even he couldn't stand up to the forces of nature, what chance did 
any of them have? 

Want to take another stab at that question? Drax asked, his husky voice shattering 
her thoughts. 

What question? 

He placed a soft kiss on her temple, sending a wave of desire rushing through her body. 
You know what question. 

Ah. She cleared her throat. That one. 


And don't say no again. I won't believe you. He placed his hands on her hips and held 
her tightly to him, his fingers swirling in slow, sensual circles. The sensation penetrated right 
through her clothes and made her shudder in anticipation. 

Why did you really come here? she asked, avoiding his question. 

I need a navigator. That's the truth. He placed a finger under her chin and exerted 
pressure until she looked up and stared into his eyes. She wanted to turn away, knowing that 
if she studied his handsome face much longer, she'd lose whatever common sense she had 
left. 

I'm not a navigator anymore -- 

The rest of her words were lost inside his mouth. Gently, he parted her lips with his 
tongue, the silky soft texture, the taste of him invading her senses. She couldn't fight her 
body's reaction to him. His kiss felt too good, and it had been too long since she'd been in his 
arms. She opened to him, an unexpected groan escaping her throat as their tongues met, 
teased, explored. 

The force of his kisses drove her back, but Drax moved with her, licking and sucking at 
her lips like a parched man at an oasis. The firm edge of a table stopped her retreat and she 
pressed herself closer to his chest, losing herself in the embrace. 

He hadn't changed at all. Not a bit in six years. She ran her hand over the firm muscles 
of his arms as his kisses moved lower, down her neck, stopping just above her breasts. 

Drax swept her off her feet before she even thought of protesting, setting her down on 
the table. The wood creaked and her knees spread almost of their own volition, a wave of 
pleasure rushing to her pussy. He stepped between her open thighs, his mouth clamped hard 
around a nipple. 

Ecstasy flowed through her, wetting her thighs with cream even as she pushed her 
cunt closer to him, needing more, yearning to know if he'd feel as good now as he did back 
then, if he could still fuck her with that same ravenous intensity. 


May I see them? 

It took Silwen a moment to gather her thoughts enough to figure out what he meant. 
His gaze was fixed on her hard nipples, one soaked with a wet circle, straining through her 
cotton tunic. 

You've seen them before, she murmured, undoing the laces of her tunic. As the only 
serving maid at this hour, Silwen knew no one was likely to come into the kitchen. She 
wiggled her wings and held them close together, pulled them through the small slits in the 
restraining garment and tugged the tunic over her head. 

His eyes widened, and she gasped with pleasure as his large, weather-worn hands 
cupped the full weight of her breasts, squeezing gently. 

You're magnificent, he whispered. 

She groped for composure. Her entire body hummed with a sensual buzz, instinctive 
and intense. 

Damn him for making this so easy. 

All right, she said. You have a navigator. 

* * * * * 

What people are saying about 

Take on Me 

Take on Me is a gripping tale from beginning to end. I couldn't put it down. Lacey Savage 
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romance. This sexy, adventurous tale is a must read. 

-- Jeigh Lynn, author of Adventures of the Soul (coming soon from Loose Id) 

 

Take on Me is a fantastic erotic journey for anyone who likes searching for hidden treasure, 
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What a thrill to read Lacey Savage's book and get a glimpse of the wonders inside her mind. 


-- Cynnara Tregarth, author of Jacks Back (Loose Id) 

 

Take on Me is a fast-paced adventure fantasy romp full of smart plot twists, smarter dialogue 
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-- Rayne Forrest, author of Rea Cheveyo Chronicles: Kiana (coming soon from Loose Id) 

 

If you love a good adventure story with plenty of deliciously hot sex, then Take on Me is the 
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