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“Stop trying to distract me with pleasure, mate,” she murmured, kissing his chin as she drew back her wind. She controlled both water and wind and had no hesitation when using them on her mate.
With a quick nip at her neck he answered. “She is on a mission integral to uncovering the plot against Gidon.”
“Why do you fear for her?”
“Her being in Nuria may be akin to waking a sleeping dragon. I have not heard from her.”
“Would something have happened and you are unaware?”
He contemplated her words. “No. In distress, Tehdra would have reached out to me.”
Saieke leaned in, gently smiling, and glided her lips over his.
“Tehdra would never have need of you and remain silent.”
She laughed huskily and withdrew her lips as he sought to take control of their play.
“No you don’t, we must discuss Lachlan.”
We must? Rasped so sexily against her inner walls, she moaned.
“Is it safe to send Lachlan to Mevia?”
“Do not doubt his strength because he has suppressed his darkness. He holds the title of Mecca of the eastern quadrant for a reason, Princess. He is brutal and vicious even without darkness urging him. His use of blades and taijiu is beyond comprehension.”
So my guards are in excellent hands?
They are in the most trusted hands.
Saieke’s soft scream echoed in the caves as Drac hoisted her and plunged his fangs high on the inside of her thighs. The rising tide of pleasure drowned her while he held her in his arms and blanked everything but the need to be with her mate.
***
Nuria—Kingdom of Eternal Fire
Adara—the castle Shelah
“I am trying to locate the battlement arena,” Tehdra said to the warrior who appeared beside her. It was the warrior who had slipped into the dining room, the one who had smelled of darkness and death.
He was handsome, and the fearsome scar that ran across his cheekbones did not detract from his masculine appeal.
Cold, silver eyes met hers. “The battlements?” he queried with a slow raise of his brows.
“I was ordered to present myself to Princess Xian to learn the art of hand combat,” Tehdra said, and tried to smile so that she appeared nonthreatening. “I made my way, however it seems I am somewhat lost.” It would not do for her to simply appear at the battlement, even though she knew every room and corner inside the castle walls.
She strove to appear nonchalant as he perused her form. She had requested normal garb from her lady maid. It would not benefit her to appear in hari apparel for her sparring session with the King’s sister. A deep blue caftan molded her curves, it hugged her breasts and flowed loosely from her waist. More importantly, it covered her shoulders and hid her Cerja. Her shoes were not the jewel-studded slippers she had worn for the last couple of days. They were practical and designed with comfort in mind. Lastly, she’d wound her long tresses into a knot at the nape of her neck.
He inclined his head respectfully. “Follow me, my lady.”
“I am not a lady,” she murmured.
A fleeting smile touched his lips. “Then you are much adept in disguise, my lady.”
She laughed softly. “I am a hari for your King, and I submit myself for training at his command.”
He really was handsome with skin a deep golden bronze and hair the color of midnight held back in a queue. He had the build of a warrior and walked with the assurance of a man confident in his skill and might.
“Ahhh, the hari Tehdra. I’ve heard rumors of the king’s enthrallment with his untrained beauty.”
