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to her short stature. What he adored most were her ice blue eyes. A blue he longed to see
darken in passion, the slitted pupils wide with her arousal.
Her long hair, she wore brushed back behind her shoulders to reveal the elegant
column of her neck, tempting him to nibble. He could also see the swept back point of
one ear, natural to their race, peeking out through the mane of auburn locks. A silent
growl rumbled in him. She had far too many spots on her person he now wished to
explore.
Any concern of other females entering his mind and stealing away his focus left
him at the sight of this vision before him. No, he would claim this one as his true lover.
She made him ache with hunger just looking at her and filled his mind with naughty
images. Yes, she would be the one to answer his hungers.
You weren t with me when I woke.
She stopped at his words and Merrick silently cursed himself. For a moment, he
thought he d lost her to fear again and quickly cleared his mind when he felt the light
touch of her assessing scan. My apologies, she said. I ... have trouble being in close
proximity to the badly wounded.
Merrick could sense more to it than that, but as closed as she felt on the subject,
he wouldn t try to breech her guards to learn her reasons. She hadn t abandoned him for
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his failure in battle and that would be enough for him. Anything else could wait until she
was ready.
I forgive you then, he said. There were many children orphaned by wars who
had this happen to them. They were witness to atrocities that scarred them for life in all
things. A fate he wished on none and he prayed her pain stemmed from something else
and not from war.
He had to suppress his smile when he felt her angry jealousy at the thought of his
rejecting her. The knowledge she might attack him for that smile chased the smile right
out of him. Her fire pleased him. It would be fun to see how much he could spark it
before it burned him.
Breathing deeply of her scent, Merrick let it calm him before the thought spun out
of control. He closed his eyes, curling his upper lip back to taste her scent. She wasn t yet
in season fully, but he could remedy that if he wished. The ritual words of the mate-hunt
could put her right into heat if he wished.
Not yet. He was still too weak to participate in so strenuous a game. He could
play with her, yes, but not enough to burn out the arousal of the mate-hunt. Plus, he
wasn t even sure if this little female was meant to be his true mate or not. Though she
certainly tempted him as he believed one s true mate should.
As she approached the bed, Merrick couldn t help feeling a pain burning
somewhere deep within her. Not from a physical malady, but stemming from a traumatic
event. It made him wonder if she were indeed one of those orphaned by the war with the
Tatic. There were enough of those poor souls with the lethal efficiency the Tatic had been
in their attacks.
He pushed the thought away before it led him to questions he knew would upset
her. Questions that would only make her re-live her past and open wounds not yet healed
within her.
Join me on the bed, Merrick instructed. If she were on the bed, he would
behave. Having her in the room alone would only make him try to lure her into the bed
with him. He needed her close to him to quell the need to claim and to ravish her. The
need wouldn t be as strong if he were allowed to touch her when he wished, even if she
didn t soothe the hunger of his need this night.
It would be far better if she didn t do anything for him other than joining him for
now. He was in no condition to show her his true appreciation of any attention she might
grant him.
You need to rest, she pointed out, even as she moved to the bed.
Merrick smiled at her. Join me, and I shall. He resisted every urge to pull her to
him as she eased ever closer to the bed. His eyes remained on her face to resist the lure of
her breasts. Studying them would only bring him back to the thought of pouncing on her
and taking her till they both dropped.
Every thought in his mind about her conjured up images of pleasure, making him
that much more willing to ignore his need for rest. Reminding himself he was in no shape
to answer any of those images didn t help either. His mind just gave him a visual tour of
what she could do to him.
Will you allow my touch? she asked.
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With all he d been through, her remembering to ask permission pleased him
deeply. Even as his chosen healer, if she touched him without permission, he could attack
her before he could stop himself. His instincts were still locked on attack, his body still
ready for battle.
I would savor it, Merrick purred. He didn t even try to hide his need for this
young lovely. She felt unsure of what to do for him, and he wished to show her what she
could. Tempting her into doing so might prove as fun as pouncing on her and claiming
her without foreplay. More so as he adored the build up to the sex with a female. Most
Feral-borns did.
He had a whole list of things she could do for him. A list he kept a tight leash on
for the moment. All of his ideas might chase her off with as skittish as she felt to him. He
had to be careful in his plans for her and what he chose for her to do now. The barest of
touches on his person would please him as it would prove she was no dream. It would
prove to him she really stood there and not some lovely little dream conjured up by the
gods for him.
Dori drew back at his aggressive forwardness, not expecting it. Anger, yes, as he
was the embodiment of rage deep within. Seduction, she did not expect from him. He
should have been furious with her, but his anger directed itself at being here, not at her or
her presence here any longer. If anything, he felt immensely delighted by her being here,
and even more so for her being Zyan. While refreshing, she found it very confusing.
Her eyes roved over him, taking in his form and what she could make out of the
body beneath the black, animal hide breeches and loose-fitting shirt. His full, sensual lips
were curved in a smile when she looked back at his gorgeous face. She wanted to ask him
his name, but the inviting smile and the desire his eyes had leveled on her chased the idea
right out of her mind.
* * * *
Merrick regretted not undressing now. He so wanted to display his body for her--
let her see just how much he wanted her. Oh well, she would see all of him soon. Just as
he would be seeing all of her, as well. As soon as he freed her of the flattering dress she
wore.
He traced a finger over the blanket, his eyes narrowed in his desire for her. A look
meant to soothe and coax at the same time. Gods above, he needed her in the bed with
him. But he had to be careful and not scare his skittish, soon-to-be bedmate away. Her
courage kept her by the bed, but it felt strained to its limits and scaring her now could
chase her off.
Please join me on the bed, dejah, he murmured. I will ask no more of you than
this. She looked confused by his endearment, but she stepped out of her shoes and
finally joined him on the bed. The pain still lingering in his chest from earlier relented
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to her short stature. What he adored most were her ice blue eyes. A blue he longed to see
darken in passion, the slitted pupils wide with her arousal.
Her long hair, she wore brushed back behind her shoulders to reveal the elegant
column of her neck, tempting him to nibble. He could also see the swept back point of
one ear, natural to their race, peeking out through the mane of auburn locks. A silent
growl rumbled in him. She had far too many spots on her person he now wished to
explore.
Any concern of other females entering his mind and stealing away his focus left
him at the sight of this vision before him. No, he would claim this one as his true lover.
She made him ache with hunger just looking at her and filled his mind with naughty
images. Yes, she would be the one to answer his hungers.
You weren t with me when I woke.
She stopped at his words and Merrick silently cursed himself. For a moment, he
thought he d lost her to fear again and quickly cleared his mind when he felt the light
touch of her assessing scan. My apologies, she said. I ... have trouble being in close
proximity to the badly wounded.
Merrick could sense more to it than that, but as closed as she felt on the subject,
he wouldn t try to breech her guards to learn her reasons. She hadn t abandoned him for
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his failure in battle and that would be enough for him. Anything else could wait until she
was ready.
I forgive you then, he said. There were many children orphaned by wars who
had this happen to them. They were witness to atrocities that scarred them for life in all
things. A fate he wished on none and he prayed her pain stemmed from something else
and not from war.
He had to suppress his smile when he felt her angry jealousy at the thought of his
rejecting her. The knowledge she might attack him for that smile chased the smile right
out of him. Her fire pleased him. It would be fun to see how much he could spark it
before it burned him.
Breathing deeply of her scent, Merrick let it calm him before the thought spun out
of control. He closed his eyes, curling his upper lip back to taste her scent. She wasn t yet
in season fully, but he could remedy that if he wished. The ritual words of the mate-hunt
could put her right into heat if he wished.
Not yet. He was still too weak to participate in so strenuous a game. He could
play with her, yes, but not enough to burn out the arousal of the mate-hunt. Plus, he
wasn t even sure if this little female was meant to be his true mate or not. Though she
certainly tempted him as he believed one s true mate should.
As she approached the bed, Merrick couldn t help feeling a pain burning
somewhere deep within her. Not from a physical malady, but stemming from a traumatic
event. It made him wonder if she were indeed one of those orphaned by the war with the
Tatic. There were enough of those poor souls with the lethal efficiency the Tatic had been
in their attacks.
He pushed the thought away before it led him to questions he knew would upset
her. Questions that would only make her re-live her past and open wounds not yet healed
within her.
Join me on the bed, Merrick instructed. If she were on the bed, he would
behave. Having her in the room alone would only make him try to lure her into the bed
with him. He needed her close to him to quell the need to claim and to ravish her. The
need wouldn t be as strong if he were allowed to touch her when he wished, even if she
didn t soothe the hunger of his need this night.
It would be far better if she didn t do anything for him other than joining him for
now. He was in no condition to show her his true appreciation of any attention she might
grant him.
You need to rest, she pointed out, even as she moved to the bed.
Merrick smiled at her. Join me, and I shall. He resisted every urge to pull her to
him as she eased ever closer to the bed. His eyes remained on her face to resist the lure of
her breasts. Studying them would only bring him back to the thought of pouncing on her
and taking her till they both dropped.
Every thought in his mind about her conjured up images of pleasure, making him
that much more willing to ignore his need for rest. Reminding himself he was in no shape
to answer any of those images didn t help either. His mind just gave him a visual tour of
what she could do to him.
Will you allow my touch? she asked.
SHADOW AND BETRAYAL H. M. Harrison Page 33
With all he d been through, her remembering to ask permission pleased him
deeply. Even as his chosen healer, if she touched him without permission, he could attack
her before he could stop himself. His instincts were still locked on attack, his body still
ready for battle.
I would savor it, Merrick purred. He didn t even try to hide his need for this
young lovely. She felt unsure of what to do for him, and he wished to show her what she
could. Tempting her into doing so might prove as fun as pouncing on her and claiming
her without foreplay. More so as he adored the build up to the sex with a female. Most
Feral-borns did.
He had a whole list of things she could do for him. A list he kept a tight leash on
for the moment. All of his ideas might chase her off with as skittish as she felt to him. He
had to be careful in his plans for her and what he chose for her to do now. The barest of
touches on his person would please him as it would prove she was no dream. It would
prove to him she really stood there and not some lovely little dream conjured up by the
gods for him.
Dori drew back at his aggressive forwardness, not expecting it. Anger, yes, as he
was the embodiment of rage deep within. Seduction, she did not expect from him. He
should have been furious with her, but his anger directed itself at being here, not at her or
her presence here any longer. If anything, he felt immensely delighted by her being here,
and even more so for her being Zyan. While refreshing, she found it very confusing.
Her eyes roved over him, taking in his form and what she could make out of the
body beneath the black, animal hide breeches and loose-fitting shirt. His full, sensual lips
were curved in a smile when she looked back at his gorgeous face. She wanted to ask him
his name, but the inviting smile and the desire his eyes had leveled on her chased the idea
right out of her mind.
* * * *
Merrick regretted not undressing now. He so wanted to display his body for her--
let her see just how much he wanted her. Oh well, she would see all of him soon. Just as
he would be seeing all of her, as well. As soon as he freed her of the flattering dress she
wore.
He traced a finger over the blanket, his eyes narrowed in his desire for her. A look
meant to soothe and coax at the same time. Gods above, he needed her in the bed with
him. But he had to be careful and not scare his skittish, soon-to-be bedmate away. Her
courage kept her by the bed, but it felt strained to its limits and scaring her now could
chase her off.
Please join me on the bed, dejah, he murmured. I will ask no more of you than
this. She looked confused by his endearment, but she stepped out of her shoes and
finally joined him on the bed. The pain still lingering in his chest from earlier relented
further with her presence. Yes, this was what he needed. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]