been given, he headed to the right. The walls emitted less light here. The further he moved, the more the illumination diminished under the soot that covered the surfaces. Deep shadows hid him, and the faint flickering of flames showed at the end of the passage. Someone had a fire in the gallery, but it wasn’t enough to fully brighten the whole space. Perfect.
Though he felt safer in Dragon form, he shifted. His human visage would be less noticeable.
Maks, he called.
Are you all right?
Yes. Meda could hear your voice before. Try to direct your thoughts at her now that the door is open and see if she can hear you. Tell her I’m on my way.
He heard Maks trying to call her several times but with no response. I think your blood’s worn out of her system, Maks told him.
Lucan couldn’t help a small pulse of satisfaction though the development was inconvenient. He didn’t want Maks in Meda’s head. Still, it would have been helpful.
At the opening to the tunnel, he darted to the left as Amara had directed. So far everything she’d said had proved true. But he had yet to make the final turn. A trap could await him around the next corner.
Gathering his wits around him, he scanned the room. Several small fires had been built, with large groups of people around them. A bevy of Djinn danced and played instruments around the flames while those watching clapped. An array of colorful, swirling fabric reminded him of gypsies. He could fully imagine the scene taking place beneath a star-filled night with their caravan wagons waiting in the distance.
And everyone was occupied with the frivolity. A few serving women wove amongst the people, filling cups and doling out food. Everywhere, he spied shadows of couples making love as the celebration quickly moved toward sexual free-for-all. The tension from it hung heavy in the air, energy waiting to explode into action.
The Dragons never had anything so orgiastic, yet he could imagine him and Meda writhing amongst others, his cock deep in her as other bodies rubbed against them in their own sexual experiences.
Good heaven, he needed her now.
As he watched, more and more Djinn split into groups around the fire. The sounds of passion grew as the coupling escalated. He suspected if someone yelled, no one would hear it or they’d think it was part of the sexual experience. Perfect.
Men seemed to outnumber the women. His hand rubbed over his cock at the sight of one woman between three men, the look on her face pure bliss. He wanted to see that expression on his own woman—not that he’d ever share her with one man let alone two. Breaking away from the sight before he further delayed his mission, he slipped closer to the final passage to Lord Tawren’s chamber.
Just as reported, two black-suited guards stood outside a doorway. The hideaway of an enemy. His destination in view, he assessed the challenge. One of the guards was engaged with a woman, obviously wishing he could be part of the celebration in the main gallery. Lucan wished he’d just go and join the others. Taking down one Djinn warrior would be easier than tangling with two.
Suddenly, a man in a tunic and loose pants came around the corner from the other direction. Gems glittered on his clothing as he walked. His eyes simmered light blue as he focused on the door. Stopping there, he spoke to the guards. A moment later, they headed Lucan’s direction while the man entered the room.
Lucan sank into the shadows, until they passed.
Of course. The Djinn thought their stronghold was safe. Meda was being guarded from other Djinn and from escape. With Tawren in residence, there was no need for guards. Obviously, he planned to be there for awhile, or he would have had them wait.
Rage twisted in his belly at the thought of Tawren—and he knew it must be—alone in the room with Meda. He hated this feeling, the hatred, the furious anger, the feeling he’d rip apart the man if he so much as breathed Meda’s air. He’d
Though he felt safer in Dragon form, he shifted. His human visage would be less noticeable.
Maks, he called.
Are you all right?
Yes. Meda could hear your voice before. Try to direct your thoughts at her now that the door is open and see if she can hear you. Tell her I’m on my way.
He heard Maks trying to call her several times but with no response. I think your blood’s worn out of her system, Maks told him.
Lucan couldn’t help a small pulse of satisfaction though the development was inconvenient. He didn’t want Maks in Meda’s head. Still, it would have been helpful.
At the opening to the tunnel, he darted to the left as Amara had directed. So far everything she’d said had proved true. But he had yet to make the final turn. A trap could await him around the next corner.
Gathering his wits around him, he scanned the room. Several small fires had been built, with large groups of people around them. A bevy of Djinn danced and played instruments around the flames while those watching clapped. An array of colorful, swirling fabric reminded him of gypsies. He could fully imagine the scene taking place beneath a star-filled night with their caravan wagons waiting in the distance.
And everyone was occupied with the frivolity. A few serving women wove amongst the people, filling cups and doling out food. Everywhere, he spied shadows of couples making love as the celebration quickly moved toward sexual free-for-all. The tension from it hung heavy in the air, energy waiting to explode into action.
The Dragons never had anything so orgiastic, yet he could imagine him and Meda writhing amongst others, his cock deep in her as other bodies rubbed against them in their own sexual experiences.
Good heaven, he needed her now.
As he watched, more and more Djinn split into groups around the fire. The sounds of passion grew as the coupling escalated. He suspected if someone yelled, no one would hear it or they’d think it was part of the sexual experience. Perfect.
Men seemed to outnumber the women. His hand rubbed over his cock at the sight of one woman between three men, the look on her face pure bliss. He wanted to see that expression on his own woman—not that he’d ever share her with one man let alone two. Breaking away from the sight before he further delayed his mission, he slipped closer to the final passage to Lord Tawren’s chamber.
Just as reported, two black-suited guards stood outside a doorway. The hideaway of an enemy. His destination in view, he assessed the challenge. One of the guards was engaged with a woman, obviously wishing he could be part of the celebration in the main gallery. Lucan wished he’d just go and join the others. Taking down one Djinn warrior would be easier than tangling with two.
Suddenly, a man in a tunic and loose pants came around the corner from the other direction. Gems glittered on his clothing as he walked. His eyes simmered light blue as he focused on the door. Stopping there, he spoke to the guards. A moment later, they headed Lucan’s direction while the man entered the room.
Lucan sank into the shadows, until they passed.
Of course. The Djinn thought their stronghold was safe. Meda was being guarded from other Djinn and from escape. With Tawren in residence, there was no need for guards. Obviously, he planned to be there for awhile, or he would have had them wait.
Rage twisted in his belly at the thought of Tawren—and he knew it must be—alone in the room with Meda. He hated this feeling, the hatred, the furious anger, the feeling he’d rip apart the man if he so much as breathed Meda’s air. He’d
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