removed the clasp at her shoulder, tossing it to the side. She gasped and tried to hold her robe in place.
"Let it fall," he told her in a voice that was soft to the ears.
The trembles that plagued her body became more fierce. No, she wouldn't be any sport at all. Her robe fell to the floor.
"Ah, I see the trader was right. You are quite magnificent."
The girl cowered before him as she tried to shield her nakedness. It would do her no good, of course. Tears formed in her eyes as she began to cry and beg. It always amazed him when he saw species who cried. Roverts didn't have tear ducts so couldn't produce any moisture.
"Please..." she pleaded. "I beg you..."
"Yes, you usually all do, but of course, it never does any good. I will still look upon your nakedness."
"I will be shamed if you take me," she cried, turning her head
away.
"Even if I shower you in magnificent jewels? The finest furs?"
Her eyes widened. "Furs? Jewels?"
When she looked at him, he saw the speculative gleam in her
eyes. It was just as he'd thought, she would be no sport.
"Will you remove the chains, my Prince," she whispered. "I want
to hold you close."
He laughed. Her smile wavered when he looked at her, and the
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look of fear reentered her eyes. She tried to wigg le away when his mouth opened over hers, then connected to her lips with an unbreakable suction. He held her head in place while she squirmed beneath him. She was sweet, like the fruit the traders brought to him, but there was a bitter aftertaste.
When he finished with her, he moved away, and she crumpled to the floor. He hadn't really meant to steal all her essence. Not right now, anyway. She'd been rather fun to toy with, and he'd wanted to mate. Oh, well. It would be at least a week before she had any fight inside her, and he was well satiated for the time being.
He called for the guards. "Take her away. And the next time that trader lands here, bring him to me. I don't like the lower classes.
He needs to be taught a lesson."
He barely gave the female another glance. Were there none left that had any fight in them? He flung himself down on the lounging sofa, and placed the back of his hand on his forehead. Life could be so dreary at times.
Yes, it was time he went to Earth.
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Chapter 10
L yraka slapped her hand down on the alarm so it would shut up. When she rolled over, she gasped with pain. She'd only thought she was sore last night. Her whole body was one big ball of ache. It was a good thing Roan hadn't come to her room during the night.
Anyone would have thought all the exercising she'd been doing for the last week would have prepared her for the obstacle course.
Not.
She slowly sat up, easing her legs over the side of the bed, then just sat there. How was she going to make it through the day? She glanced at the clock again, hoping time would slow down --or stop. That's when she noticed the jar. It hadn't been there last night. She grimaced as she reached for it.
Mentholated cream , she read. Eases sore muscles .
So, Roan had come into her room during the night. Had he looked down at her? Had he wanted to crawl beneath the covers?
Make love to her? Apparently not, since the other side of the bed was empty. Had she been drooling in her sleep? Ugh, she hoped not.
Major turn-off.
No, she had a feeling he only played her like a cat with a mouse. She wasn't giving up and going home.
But she would use the cream.
She unscrewed the lid and sniffed, then quickly moved it away from her nose. This would certainly keep him at arm's length.
With ten minutes to spare, she walked into the kitchen. Roan was already there, sitting at the table drinking coffee. She didn't speak as she walked past him to the refrigerator and opened the door.
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"I see you found the cream on your night table."
Her lip curled. Yeah, she stunk and she knew it. She'd
practically bathed in the stuff, and smelled
"Let it fall," he told her in a voice that was soft to the ears.
The trembles that plagued her body became more fierce. No, she wouldn't be any sport at all. Her robe fell to the floor.
"Ah, I see the trader was right. You are quite magnificent."
The girl cowered before him as she tried to shield her nakedness. It would do her no good, of course. Tears formed in her eyes as she began to cry and beg. It always amazed him when he saw species who cried. Roverts didn't have tear ducts so couldn't produce any moisture.
"Please..." she pleaded. "I beg you..."
"Yes, you usually all do, but of course, it never does any good. I will still look upon your nakedness."
"I will be shamed if you take me," she cried, turning her head
away.
"Even if I shower you in magnificent jewels? The finest furs?"
Her eyes widened. "Furs? Jewels?"
When she looked at him, he saw the speculative gleam in her
eyes. It was just as he'd thought, she would be no sport.
"Will you remove the chains, my Prince," she whispered. "I want
to hold you close."
He laughed. Her smile wavered when he looked at her, and the
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look of fear reentered her eyes. She tried to wigg le away when his mouth opened over hers, then connected to her lips with an unbreakable suction. He held her head in place while she squirmed beneath him. She was sweet, like the fruit the traders brought to him, but there was a bitter aftertaste.
When he finished with her, he moved away, and she crumpled to the floor. He hadn't really meant to steal all her essence. Not right now, anyway. She'd been rather fun to toy with, and he'd wanted to mate. Oh, well. It would be at least a week before she had any fight inside her, and he was well satiated for the time being.
He called for the guards. "Take her away. And the next time that trader lands here, bring him to me. I don't like the lower classes.
He needs to be taught a lesson."
He barely gave the female another glance. Were there none left that had any fight in them? He flung himself down on the lounging sofa, and placed the back of his hand on his forehead. Life could be so dreary at times.
Yes, it was time he went to Earth.
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Chapter 10
L yraka slapped her hand down on the alarm so it would shut up. When she rolled over, she gasped with pain. She'd only thought she was sore last night. Her whole body was one big ball of ache. It was a good thing Roan hadn't come to her room during the night.
Anyone would have thought all the exercising she'd been doing for the last week would have prepared her for the obstacle course.
Not.
She slowly sat up, easing her legs over the side of the bed, then just sat there. How was she going to make it through the day? She glanced at the clock again, hoping time would slow down --or stop. That's when she noticed the jar. It hadn't been there last night. She grimaced as she reached for it.
Mentholated cream , she read. Eases sore muscles .
So, Roan had come into her room during the night. Had he looked down at her? Had he wanted to crawl beneath the covers?
Make love to her? Apparently not, since the other side of the bed was empty. Had she been drooling in her sleep? Ugh, she hoped not.
Major turn-off.
No, she had a feeling he only played her like a cat with a mouse. She wasn't giving up and going home.
But she would use the cream.
She unscrewed the lid and sniffed, then quickly moved it away from her nose. This would certainly keep him at arm's length.
With ten minutes to spare, she walked into the kitchen. Roan was already there, sitting at the table drinking coffee. She didn't speak as she walked past him to the refrigerator and opened the door.
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"I see you found the cream on your night table."
Her lip curled. Yeah, she stunk and she knew it. She'd
practically bathed in the stuff, and smelled
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