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Is there any way it can be done at a different time? he asked Aria while looking at his watch. It was nearly one o'clock in the morning.
It is when the queen can come to the temple, and since the project of collecting the prophecies has begun, the rest of the plan needs to fall into place. Going forward, it will be the same time every day unless the queen cannot make it.
I will arrange it.
Thank you, Aru. I need to go now.
Be well, sister of mine.
You too, Aru. She closed the channel.
He needed to talk to Kian as soon as possible. He would have to wait until tomorrow and ask for a private audience with the princess and her son.
46
PETER
As soon as Peter closed his bedroom door behind him, he lifted Marina and sealed his lips over hers as he carried her to his bed. Her hands pulled at his hair as she deepened the kiss, and he let her, savoring the feeling of her tongue inside his mouth, swirling around his fangs as if she had no care about how sharp they were.
She was just as hungry for him as he was for her. He could feel it in the way she frantically rubbed herself against him, the small moans escaping her mouth as she kissed him, and the strong scent of her desire that was scrambling his senses.
His ravenous little vixen.
As Peter's knees hit the bed, he crawled across the mattress with Marina in his arms and her mouth still on his. He flipped them around so that he was beneath her and she was straddling him, her long evening gown bunched around her thighs, and her scant panty-clad center rubbing over the erection imprisoned in his underwear and slacks.
When she finally released his mouth so she could suck some air into her lungs, she lifted her head and looked at him with so much fire in her eyes that they were almost glowing and yet unfocused. Her mouth was slightly open, her jaw slackened, and she was panting.
He wanted to rip the dress off her, shred his own clothing, and get inside of her, and he knew she would welcome him, but the dress wasn't hers, and he didn't want her to be upset after she came down from the high of their lovemaking.
Besides, he was wearing his only tux, and there were still five weddings he had to attend.
Smiling with a mouth full of fangs, Peter tucked his hands under his head. "If you want to return this dress to your friend in one piece, you'd better take it off yourself."
For a moment, she didn't seem to track his meaning, but then her gaze came into focus, and a smile tugged her swollen lips.
"You want me to take it off?" She reached for the side zipper and pulled it down agonizingly slowly. "What if I don't?"
"Then I'll have to rip it off you, and your new friend will be upset."
"We can't have that, now, can we?" She gathered the skirt, bunching it in her hands before pulling it over her head.
He sucked in a breath as he beheld her hard nipples. "No bra?"
She cupped her breasts, her thumbs teasing the reddened peaks. "They were too sensitive after what you did to them last night."
At the memory of them clamped and swollen, his erection kicked up. "Then I have to remember to be gentle with them tonight."
They should have been just fine after his venom bite, which was supposed to take care of all the little aches and pains of the rough lovemaking, but perhaps he had overdone it a little, and even the venom's healing properties hadn't been enough to undo that.
That wasn't very likely, though.
The other option was that she had played with herself after he'd escorted her to the kitchen.
When she'd come to his cabin all sexed up, he had pleasured her with his tongue, and she'd climaxed screaming his name, but perhaps she'd still been hungry and had continued without him.
"Did you play with your sweet berries after I left you in the kitchen earlier?"
Her eyes widened. "I did not. You saw me. I was helping with the prep."
