Page 195 of Tamed By Her Touch

Clair’s eyes widened and Kaelus felt a chill. To be forever suspended in time, frozen and unable to move yet conscious of everything going on around you—it would be a living hell.

“Which is exactly what he deserves,” Clair pointed out through their link.

Kaelus squeezed her hand again.

“Litigious little thing, aren’t you, wife?”

“Only when it’s called for, husband,” she returned.

Kaelus gave her a look from the corner of his eye.

“Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

“Too late. I’m angry and now you’re going to have to serve your goddess to make up for it,” she sent back in a teasing mental tone.

Then she sent a mental image of him kneeling on the bed between her thighs, licking her sweet, creamy little pussy while she moaned and tugged his hair.

Kaelus felt himself go instantly hard. This was a little game they’d been playing lately—“serving the goddess.” It involved him tasting and pleasuring her to make up for supposed wrongs he had committed and he fucking loved it.

“…harsh but necessary.” Sylvan’s voice drew him out of his mental flirtation and Kaelus realized he might have missed something.

“It is necessary,” Clair said, nodding soberly. “If Sendar was allowed to get away with what he’d done, he would only try to do it again.”

“I agree with you,” Sylvan said quietly. “And so did the Council of Elders on Titus Four. They decided that a male who viewed devotion as slavery and considered women disposable should become a permanent reminder of where that philosophy leads. But there’s more.”

“More?” Kaelus asked, wondering what more the Council had thought of.

“Yes.” Sylvan nodded. “They’re placing a plaque beneath the suspension field which records the names of Galandra, and every person killed in the Glenvarren outbreak. It also contains Sendar’s confession and the history of what he did. Every scientist entering the Blood Archive will pass him and all will know his shame.”

Clair sat back slowly.

“Wow,” she murmured.

Sylvan nodded again.

“My reaction as well. The punishment is harsh but fair.”

Kaelus nodded in agreement. Sendar was getting what was coming to him—he would stare for centuries upon the scientists who came to learn at the Blood Archive—would watch as they read about his horrific acts. And he would never be able to hurt anyone again.

Sylvan cleared his throat.

“Enough of that grim subject,” he said. “As I mentioned earlier, I understand there are other congratulations in order as well. Am I mistaken, or did I hear that the two of you are now Bonded?”

Kaelus looked at Clair and she looked back at him, her warm brown eyes dancing.

“You heard correctly,” he said.

“Well.” Sylvan looked genuinely delighted. “That is most unusual as Hybrids of our kind usually cannot bond. Perhaps the Goddess herself took a hand in bringing you together.”

“Perhaps she did.” Kaelus nodded, remembering how the Goddess had told him what to do when he was desperate not to hurt Clair.

“Well, I was going to tell you that a laboratory has opened up and one of you can move into it if you still want your own space,” Sylvan remarked. He raised his eyebrows. “But I guess that won’t be necessary now?”

“No,” Kaelus said as they both shook their heads. “Our current arrangement is satisfactory.”

Clair snorted.

“That’s the most romantic way anyone has ever said they want to live and work with me forever.”