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“Your name?”
“Suri, my king.” Her voice was soft and lyrical, yet he remained unmoved.
“Your skills?”
She tilted her head to meet his regard.
“I am skilled with the sword and I control two shenkiris—earth and water. I have trained extensively for years. I speak all the languages of the seven kingdoms, the common language of Amagarie and the languages of Earth.” Her voice droned on until he inclined his head, signaling a stop to the listing of her talents.
He moved on, almost reluctant to continue. He went through the motions and spoke with three more truly ravishing women, yet they left him frustratingly blank. Interest stirred as he stopped in front of the pale-skinned female. Obsidian eyes peeked at him from underneath incredibly long lashes. Midnight hair cascaded to her hips, and her skin was so light and smooth he could see the faint veins that ran along her throat. He took measure of every curve, dip and swell of her body, but couldn’t prevent his scrutiny from returning to her face—the most exquisite thing about her. Ajali was not sure if he could describe her features as beautiful. Her cheekbones were sharp instead of softly rounded like the many women in his harem, with eyes exotically slanted like a serpent’s. Arresting. Her eyes seemed like a bottomless pool of darkness, and something wicked lurked there. He lowered his gaze to her lips. Fuck. So full and sensual. She was splendid, and somehow he knew she was dangerous.
Awareness hummed through him, and for the first time in weeks his cock stirred. Though the tallest of the group, she still had to tilt her head to meet his eyes. And she did so boldly.
“Your name?”
“Tehdra, my king,” she said.
The huskiness of her voice caused desire to pulse through him. She seemed lithe and fragile, but his instincts flared to life, warning that the appearance was a façade.
Curiosity rushed through him. “Your skills?”
He arched his brow as the pulse at her throat fluttered.
“I was chosen for my beauty.”
Ajali became motionless. Even his high chancellor twitched, then stilled.
Dangerous indeed. “Your beauty?” All knew he only added useful women to his harem. His criteria were simple and understood by the realms. Most came to him as virgins even though it was not one of his requirements. They should be beautiful, intelligent and possess enough skill to defend his castle and themselves if they were ever laid siege. His haris’ purpose was even simpler. They served him in all capacities—in and out of bed.
“I am trained
in basic taijiu, I speak three of the languages of the seven kingdoms,” she said after a slight pause.
“Are you trained in the sensual arts?”
A quick frown chased her features. “Which ones?”
“All of them. Rousing me with your touch, enslaving me to the glide of your tongue, and then fucking me until I am replete.”
Amusement wafted through Ajali as a blush graced her skin. She tilted her head, and the elegant slope of her neck beckoned to be nibbled.
“Yes.”
Lie. Those who came to him trained were incapable of blushing.
This was not the first time an unskilled hari had been presented to Ajali. Many lower families hoped to raise their esteem and wealth by having their daughters in his harem, and he had denied all such requests. Beauty alone was useless to him.
“Your village?”
“I am from Balian; a small village located southwest the city of Ariate. My father’s house would be greatly elevated if one of his daughters joined your harem, and I’ve been groomed for such an opportunity for years,” she said with an intriguing lilt to her voice.
Ajali contemplated her, assessing her veracity. She displayed no anxiety, but was watchful with an air of danger that prickled along his skin. And there was the anomaly. Who was she? She was not quite what she seemed. Of that he was fairly certain. Was she only an untrained hari or something more?
He made to move on and in error looked into her eyes. He fell hard into a web of beguiling carnality. The lust that punched him deep inside rocked him back on his heels. And then her lips curved slightly…as if daring him. His cock flexed and hardened in a rush of fierce desire.
He ruthlessly restrained the sudden hunger. He was never reckless, and with a mere stare she tempted him to draw her into his chambers and slake the desire. Though she was the first woman to have his cock twitching with such eagerness in months, he could not ignore the soft warnings stirring in his gut. “Follow me,” he commanded.
He indicated to Bastien he would add the women to his harem. Ajali would be meeting with several high chancellors and kings in the coming months to cement alliances, and assess the other realms’ preparation for war. It would be beneficial to travel with fresh beauties to court. His harem was fabled, and many high lords vied for the right to simply dine with one of his concubines.
