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“Hell!”
Xian flinched from the regret that coated his tone.
He swung back in the saddle, and with a powerful flex of his thighs, the wraith shot into the sky and away from the city.
Xian raised shaking hands to her lips. Tehdra could see the shock in the princess’ eyes, along with yearning.
Interesting. Tehdra filed away the knowledge of their attachment. She stalked in the shadows to the king’s wing, moving from room to room trying to detect any suspicious presence. She then went to the inner sanctum that housed the natural, underground spring.
Water gurgled and bubbled among trees and shrubs. Rugs and tapestries graced the room, with gold and gems inlaid in almost every divan and brocade. She stripped and submerged into the warm pool of water, sighing in pleasure as it heated her muscles.
She sank deep and submerged her entire frame.
She wanted Ajali. It ate at her relentlessly, even though she was without her essence urging her to recklessness. Her nipples hardened as lust curled through her. She swam through the water lazily as thoughts of the king flitted through her mind, keeping her restless and in need.
She closed her eyes and delved into forbidden dreams.
Chapter
Six
Tehdra was drawn to Ajali’s private room. The taste of need was alive and pulsing on her tongue. After her bath, she’d shadow stepped through the court and had even ventured into Adara. The shadows had been empty, and she had spied none of her people. Since then she had stayed close to the king, spying while he conferred with high chancellors from Aria and Caelum, ensuring he remained safe from attack. She kept waiting for something…anything to happen. Was it that they planned to take him on the trip to his realm of alliance? She’d gleaned he was to visit the realm of sand and earth in a few weeks’ time.
He’d returned to the wing a few hours past and instead of approaching her, he had secluded himself in an anti-chamber. She silently glided to the sanctuary. Raw emotions leaked through the massive doors, and there was a heated pulse inside of him that her darkness could not identify.
The creature inside her stilled as if sensing danger. In all her existence this had never happened to her. She shifted the psychic leash on her darkness and delved deeper, trying to understand the feelings buried inside of him.
She learned nothing.
His scent wrapped around her, and soft desire swept through her. He had not deigned to touch her since his lesson, and it was curious that he made no attempt to bed her. She drew closer to the door and lightly tapped. There was a pause for an infinite amount of time before he commanded her to enter.
Tehdra opened the door to his private room and sauntered inside. Hunger flared in his eyes, and she smelled the arousal that suddenly wafted from him.
“May I offer you some company,” she said, gliding closer. She sat in an armchair and curled her feet up under her thighs without waiting for an invitation.
A smile curved his lips as he rolled the scrolls that he had opened. She liked that. He smiled often.
“Haris are not supposed to be in my private room.” Green eyes stared at her.
“I also understand that haris are not allowed in your wing, yet, here I am.”
She smiled at the startled look that entered his eyes before he quickly banked all arousal. He had not expected her response. She did not know how to be coy. She was a warrior who just discovered there was someone who could dip to her feminine core and draw out a woman who wanted to be pampered and protected, seduced and loved.
She knew, in theory, how a mate should make her feel, yet the reality far surpassed all that she had envisioned.
He chuckled, low and smooth and the vibrations from it rushed through her and melted the tension caused from uncertainty. He walked to the side table and poured wine from a decanter into two golden goblets.
Her gaze scanned the room. It suited him. Simple, yet masculine, with a hint of elegance. A cavernous fireplace blazed with dancing flames, and a large desk and great chairs were strewn about the room. An entire wall held hundreds of books and scrolls and tablets. Several maps, as well and one of the most beautiful weapon she had ever seen, graced the wall above the fireplace.
“The sword is magnificent.” She accepted the wine he handed her.
He leaned on the desk. His gazed flicked to the sword, and she shivered with the chill that came from him.
“It is.” Piercing eyes met hers. “It’s imbued with the spirit and will of my ancestors. It belonged to my mother.”
She swept off the divan and stood in front of the sword.
Ajali studied the sensual way she moved and desire flared inside him. She seemed oblivious to the raw sensuality she exuded. He had no intention of taking her tonight, yet her presence tempted him. The caftan she wore was so sheer he could see the luscious outline of her nipples. She had removed most of the jewels except the one that pierced her navel and circled her stomach.
