Fantasyland 02 The Golden Dynasty by Kristen Ashley Page A

abruptly and I nearly slammed into
him.
    He turned and glared down at me then said
a bunch of stuff I didn’t understand but I’d been around guys long
enough to know that when the end of what he said went up in a
question, he was likely asking me something about females that even
if I could understand
him, and he me, I could never explain.
    So I put my hand to his chest, leaned
slightly into him, tilted my head way back and said softly, “That’s
just the way it is, big guy, so,” I took my hand off him and
pressed it palm flat toward the ground, “ slow down. ”
    His eyes were riveted to my hand and he
looked beyond unhappy. He looked, weirdly, pissed off.
    Uh-oh.
    Okay, maybe I was reading there were times
to be The Tigress but when The Tiger was eager to watch a bunch of
warriors beating the shit out each other, I should just hurry and
keep up.
    When he kept looking at my hand in that
angry way, I took a precautionary step back, his eyes cut to mine
then he moved fast. His arm shooting out, his fingers wrapped
around my wrist, they tugged me hard and I fell into him just as he
pressed my hand flat on his chest exactly where I’d placed it
moments before.
    I stared at him as his eyes stared at my
hand just under the scratches at his chest and I felt my heart
start to hammer.
    Then he looked at me.
    “Kay ahnay see,” he murmured and pressed my
hand deeper into his chest.
    I knew what that meant.
    He was saying he liked it.
    Oh my.
    “Uh…” I mumbled, “good.”
    “Good,” he muttered and I tipped my head to
the side and smiled tentatively at him.
    “Yeah… good.”
    His eyes dropped to my mouth and his other
hand came up, his calloused skin rough at my jaw, his thumb pressed
hard against my lips.
    “Kay ahnay see,” he repeated quietly and my
breath stuck in my throat.
    Oh. Wow.
    He liked my smile.
    Wow. He liked my smile!
    I stared up at my warrior husband.
    His neck was bent deep so he could look at
me, his skin was firm and warm under my hand, his body the same
against mine and his face, God… he was gorgeous.
    Without thinking, I leaned deeper into him,
my hand gliding up his chest, taking his with it, it went up, up,
up to curl around his neck, his hand dropped and started to curve
around my waist, the other one already there as I tipped my head
far back, my eyes closing slowly as he lips got closer and then we
heard, “Poyah, Dax Lahn! Poyah, rahna Dahksahna!”
    Damn it all to hell!
    My eyes opened to see his head, still close,
was turned but he had not straightened away from me. I looked in
the direction he was glaring and saw a warrior approaching. It was
the grinning one from the wedding rite who was so pleased with his
bride. He was grinning now too, looking no less pleased, in fact,
infinitely more so.
    Someone was getting himself some and he
liked what he was getting.
    My body tensed when I felt Lahn straighten
and he snarled a bunch of not happy words at the warrior. Although
clearly not happy, as in way not
happy, the warrior didn’t miss a step nor did his grin falter. In
fact, it got bigger and then he threw his head back and roared with
hearty laughter.
    He stopped laughing and shook his head as he
made it to us and said a bunch of stuff and, while doing it, once
gestured to me with his head.
    Lahn returned his volley and also gestured
to me with his head.
    The other warriors eyebrows went up in
disbelief and then he said something that sounded disbelieving but,
if I wasn’t wrong, it was a kind of “you the man” disbelieving. I
was pretty sure I was proved right when his eyes came to me and he
looked me up and down then turned to Lahn and nodded his
approval.
    Totally you the man.
    Um.
    Was my husband bragging about his
escapades with me right in front of me?
    I stepped out of his arms and planted my
hands on my hips.
    “Uh… baby,” I called and both men turned to
me, both looked at my face, clearly both read my face and before I
could say more, Lahn did – not to me, to