hall. “What are
you doing?”
“No time, my lady.
You must allow him time to come down.”
He burst through
her front door and passed a startled Assa whose arms were full as she began to
lay out the evening meal.
“Come down? Who?”
“The Overlord. He
has started Fenal.”
Miki had enough.
She dug her heels in until Balal tripped. “Stop. I have no understanding of
what you speak.”
“Mikayla!” Vaan’s
roar kept him from answering. Balal looked unnerved.
He muttered a
curse under his breath.
“What is it,
Warlord Balal?”
“I am sorry, my
lady.” He bowed low to Miki and stepped away as Vaan entered that hall.
The door banged
against the wall. Black eyes centered right on Miki. Blessed One . What
had angered him so?
Chapter 8
The deep breathing
technique did nothing to stop the stirrings of Fenal. His fight with Argan
drove him over the edge and heated his loins. Vaan wanted his mate and he would
have her. Thoughts of anointing their joining filled his mind. He followed them
into the hall and headed straight toward his mate with heavy steps.
Blood pounded in
Vaan’s chest and his heart thudded loudly. All steered from his path. Her
servants squealed at his approach and scattered. He ignored them. He ignored
the fragrant aroma of the food displayed on the table. The rich scent of the
meats could not compete with the fires burning through him. Nothing mattered
but reaching Mikayla.
She watched him
with widened eyes but he sensed no fear. Good. He did not want her frightened
of him. Vaan swept her up in his arms and continued to the stairs. “Vaan!”
No one tried to
stop him. His own warriors took seats around the large dining table to consume
the abundance of food and drink present. They paid him no mind.
Mikayla beat on
his shoulder but he ignored her, taking the steps two at a time. He had to have
her and nothing would stop him from burying himself deep in her toque. He
kicked the door closed behind him and lowered her to her feet. She sprang away
and headed for that infernal window.
Vaan slammed the
lock home on the door. He unclipped the buckle on his weapon harness.
“Undress.” The green tunic and tan leggings flattered her figure but he wanted
it off. Now.
“We should talk,
Vaan.”
He liked the sound
of his name on her lips. “Bed play now, talk later.” He removed his thigh
sheath, lowered his leathers and toed off his boots. His coccar induced armor
faded, leaving him completely bare. She stared wide eyed at his naked form.
Vaan puffed up.
Women admired his physique and it was good his mate enjoyed his body. He
crossed the room and pulled her from the dangerous window. Only then did he
breathe easy. He pulled her green tunic up and she batted his hands. “Stop. We
can’t have sex now.”
Battle rage pushed
his arousal higher. His toqa hardened further and curved along his belly. “You
will only need lie still for a moment. I will be quick.”
She gasped but
Vaan removed her tunic and tossed her on the bed. “You can’t be serious.”
She said that a
lot. Vaan was ever serious. He worked her leggings down her kicking limbs. “I
have need of you, Mikayla.”
He threw the
leggings on the floor and took a moment to admire her form. His mate was
beautifully made. He stroked his hands over her firm breasts. The golden globes
were smooth all over with no darker colored protrusions of flesh. “Do you not
nurse your young?”
His question
surprised her enough to cease her struggles. “Nipples will form when I grow
round but they are not for suckling. Raasa babies are born with milk fangs.
They feed on grinded fruit in a bottle. It provides all the nourishment they
need until their formal teeth come in and they can chew vegetables.”
Vaan grunted and
moved his hand down her torso to rest on her belly. “My youngling will grow
strong here.”
She arched away
but the move only brought her entire body in contact with his. When she settled
back on the bed, his gaze
you doing?”
“No time, my lady.
You must allow him time to come down.”
He burst through
her front door and passed a startled Assa whose arms were full as she began to
lay out the evening meal.
“Come down? Who?”
“The Overlord. He
has started Fenal.”
Miki had enough.
She dug her heels in until Balal tripped. “Stop. I have no understanding of
what you speak.”
“Mikayla!” Vaan’s
roar kept him from answering. Balal looked unnerved.
He muttered a
curse under his breath.
“What is it,
Warlord Balal?”
“I am sorry, my
lady.” He bowed low to Miki and stepped away as Vaan entered that hall.
The door banged
against the wall. Black eyes centered right on Miki. Blessed One . What
had angered him so?
Chapter 8
The deep breathing
technique did nothing to stop the stirrings of Fenal. His fight with Argan
drove him over the edge and heated his loins. Vaan wanted his mate and he would
have her. Thoughts of anointing their joining filled his mind. He followed them
into the hall and headed straight toward his mate with heavy steps.
Blood pounded in
Vaan’s chest and his heart thudded loudly. All steered from his path. Her
servants squealed at his approach and scattered. He ignored them. He ignored
the fragrant aroma of the food displayed on the table. The rich scent of the
meats could not compete with the fires burning through him. Nothing mattered
but reaching Mikayla.
She watched him
with widened eyes but he sensed no fear. Good. He did not want her frightened
of him. Vaan swept her up in his arms and continued to the stairs. “Vaan!”
No one tried to
stop him. His own warriors took seats around the large dining table to consume
the abundance of food and drink present. They paid him no mind.
Mikayla beat on
his shoulder but he ignored her, taking the steps two at a time. He had to have
her and nothing would stop him from burying himself deep in her toque. He
kicked the door closed behind him and lowered her to her feet. She sprang away
and headed for that infernal window.
Vaan slammed the
lock home on the door. He unclipped the buckle on his weapon harness.
“Undress.” The green tunic and tan leggings flattered her figure but he wanted
it off. Now.
“We should talk,
Vaan.”
He liked the sound
of his name on her lips. “Bed play now, talk later.” He removed his thigh
sheath, lowered his leathers and toed off his boots. His coccar induced armor
faded, leaving him completely bare. She stared wide eyed at his naked form.
Vaan puffed up.
Women admired his physique and it was good his mate enjoyed his body. He
crossed the room and pulled her from the dangerous window. Only then did he
breathe easy. He pulled her green tunic up and she batted his hands. “Stop. We
can’t have sex now.”
Battle rage pushed
his arousal higher. His toqa hardened further and curved along his belly. “You
will only need lie still for a moment. I will be quick.”
She gasped but
Vaan removed her tunic and tossed her on the bed. “You can’t be serious.”
She said that a
lot. Vaan was ever serious. He worked her leggings down her kicking limbs. “I
have need of you, Mikayla.”
He threw the
leggings on the floor and took a moment to admire her form. His mate was
beautifully made. He stroked his hands over her firm breasts. The golden globes
were smooth all over with no darker colored protrusions of flesh. “Do you not
nurse your young?”
His question
surprised her enough to cease her struggles. “Nipples will form when I grow
round but they are not for suckling. Raasa babies are born with milk fangs.
They feed on grinded fruit in a bottle. It provides all the nourishment they
need until their formal teeth come in and they can chew vegetables.”
Vaan grunted and
moved his hand down her torso to rest on her belly. “My youngling will grow
strong here.”
She arched away
but the move only brought her entire body in contact with his. When she settled
back on the bed, his gaze
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