been there to help.”
This confession plain stunned her. James wanted to watch another man fuck her? A second pulse started thudding between her legs, where her clit was palpably swelling.
Her amazement must have been apparent. James’s hazel eyes turned shy.
“Wouldn’t you have wanted to watch Ty go down on me?” He called the man by his name, and that startled her as well. She ordered herself to be as honest as James had been. “Yes,” she said. “When he kissed you at the beach, when I saw how much you enjoyed it, my body was excited.”
“Then maybe we can get through this. This place is pretty amazing.” Genuine amusement rose in her. “My adventurer.”
“You’re one too, or you wouldn’t have married me.” She stroked both sides of his face, his hint of dark afternoon bristle rasping her fingertips. One of them had to think like an accountant. Set terms and things like that. “We don’t let them separate us.”
“No,” he agreed.
“And we get a message to Violet ASAP, enough to keep her from worrying.”
“They have computers here. Maybe we can connect to the internet.” Olivia’s heart fluttered, the emotional drag of fear changing to excitement.
Had they really decided to do this? James’s hands tightened on her upper arms.
The sudden light in his eyes kicked her pulse faster.
“God,” he groaned. “I would kill to fuck you right now.” His words weren’t an exact match for Anso’s from earlier, just close enough to send a shiver skipping like a pebble along her spine.
* * *
Kings, it seemed, didn’t eat simple snacks. Thanks to the butler, a table large enough for twenty was at least half-filled with platters. James and Olivia were lucky they liked seafood, since every sort James could imagine was laid out -
including an array of sushi.
Anso poured wine for everyone, seeming to enjoy playing host. “You have to have wine with fish,” he said, a smile playing around his mouth as he noted James’s surprise. “If the fish finds too much water in your stomach, he might start swimming around again.”
It occurred to James that the king might be trying to get them drunk, but apart from his joke, he didn’t push the alcohol. Anso and Ty both were well mannered eaters, and apparently familiar with lots of forks. Neither was shy about digging in while their “guests” were still studying the offerings.
“Weres have fast metabolisms,” Anso explained politely. “Yours are likely to increase as well. Both of you easily accepted the changes required to breathe water.”
Because Anso was being civilized, James decided he could too. “Genetic changes, you mean. Do wereseals transmit a virus through saliva?” And will it wear off ? he wondered privately.
Anso offered Ty half the lobster meat from his claw. Ty accepted it without fuss, demonstrating that these two were indeed long-time companions. A sensation James didn’t want to identify tightened in his chest.
His friend’s stomach taken care of, Anso addressed James’s question. “Our mages and scientists have tried to pin down the factor that causes the partial change, but neither has succeeded. We do know only royals can pass it on. It’s been used a time or two to verify a particular king or queen’s bloodline.” Olivia sat beside James, as Ty sat beside Anso. She scooped some red caviar and sour cream onto a cracker and slid it onto James’s plate. His eyes widened, but he didn’t think she was consciously echoing the king’s gesture with the lobster, just being her usual thoughtful self. Oddly disconcerted, James spun the loaded cracker in a circle.
“If you -” He stopped, momentarily unable to push the question out. “If you and Olivia had a child ...”
The king’s deep blue gaze settled quietly on his. “The child would be a were, fully royal in every way. Another of the mysteries we’re unable to explain.” Rocked by that answer, James took a swallow of the pale yellow wine. It was
This confession plain stunned her. James wanted to watch another man fuck her? A second pulse started thudding between her legs, where her clit was palpably swelling.
Her amazement must have been apparent. James’s hazel eyes turned shy.
“Wouldn’t you have wanted to watch Ty go down on me?” He called the man by his name, and that startled her as well. She ordered herself to be as honest as James had been. “Yes,” she said. “When he kissed you at the beach, when I saw how much you enjoyed it, my body was excited.”
“Then maybe we can get through this. This place is pretty amazing.” Genuine amusement rose in her. “My adventurer.”
“You’re one too, or you wouldn’t have married me.” She stroked both sides of his face, his hint of dark afternoon bristle rasping her fingertips. One of them had to think like an accountant. Set terms and things like that. “We don’t let them separate us.”
“No,” he agreed.
“And we get a message to Violet ASAP, enough to keep her from worrying.”
“They have computers here. Maybe we can connect to the internet.” Olivia’s heart fluttered, the emotional drag of fear changing to excitement.
Had they really decided to do this? James’s hands tightened on her upper arms.
The sudden light in his eyes kicked her pulse faster.
“God,” he groaned. “I would kill to fuck you right now.” His words weren’t an exact match for Anso’s from earlier, just close enough to send a shiver skipping like a pebble along her spine.
* * *
Kings, it seemed, didn’t eat simple snacks. Thanks to the butler, a table large enough for twenty was at least half-filled with platters. James and Olivia were lucky they liked seafood, since every sort James could imagine was laid out -
including an array of sushi.
Anso poured wine for everyone, seeming to enjoy playing host. “You have to have wine with fish,” he said, a smile playing around his mouth as he noted James’s surprise. “If the fish finds too much water in your stomach, he might start swimming around again.”
It occurred to James that the king might be trying to get them drunk, but apart from his joke, he didn’t push the alcohol. Anso and Ty both were well mannered eaters, and apparently familiar with lots of forks. Neither was shy about digging in while their “guests” were still studying the offerings.
“Weres have fast metabolisms,” Anso explained politely. “Yours are likely to increase as well. Both of you easily accepted the changes required to breathe water.”
Because Anso was being civilized, James decided he could too. “Genetic changes, you mean. Do wereseals transmit a virus through saliva?” And will it wear off ? he wondered privately.
Anso offered Ty half the lobster meat from his claw. Ty accepted it without fuss, demonstrating that these two were indeed long-time companions. A sensation James didn’t want to identify tightened in his chest.
His friend’s stomach taken care of, Anso addressed James’s question. “Our mages and scientists have tried to pin down the factor that causes the partial change, but neither has succeeded. We do know only royals can pass it on. It’s been used a time or two to verify a particular king or queen’s bloodline.” Olivia sat beside James, as Ty sat beside Anso. She scooped some red caviar and sour cream onto a cracker and slid it onto James’s plate. His eyes widened, but he didn’t think she was consciously echoing the king’s gesture with the lobster, just being her usual thoughtful self. Oddly disconcerted, James spun the loaded cracker in a circle.
“If you -” He stopped, momentarily unable to push the question out. “If you and Olivia had a child ...”
The king’s deep blue gaze settled quietly on his. “The child would be a were, fully royal in every way. Another of the mysteries we’re unable to explain.” Rocked by that answer, James took a swallow of the pale yellow wine. It was
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