Page 65 of Tamed By Her Touch

She was really enjoying this far too much, Kaelus thought grimly. He selected several items and placed them on the plate. Then he handed it to her.

Varell cleared his throat again.

Kaelus closed his eyes briefly in frustration. What rule had he broken now?

“What?” he asked, looking at the other male.

Varell looked puzzled.

“Why did you not feed her the first bite?”

Kaelus sighed.

“I did not know I was required to.”

“A husband always feeds the choicest tidbit to his goddess to start the meal,” Maera told him gently. “This shows your reverence for her and your commitment to always provide for her.”

“Fine.”

Kaelus chose an item from the plate and looked at Clair.

Her warm brown eyes were crinkled at the corners—it was clear she was trying extremely hard not to laugh.

“Here you are, Lissa’ra,” he murmured and pressed the food—which appeared to be some kind of cake with a rich blue frosting—between her lips.

“Mmm!” Clair sucked the last of the frosting from his fingertips—which made his cock surge again. “Thank you, honey bun,” she said, smiling at him.

Varell nodded approvingly.

“Very good—that is how it should be,” he remarked and then fed a bite from his own plate to Maera, who smiled appreciatively as she took it.

While all this was going on, Sendar, who was standing in the corner, watched everything with an expression Kaelus did not like.

“Excuse me,” he said, glaring at the copper-haired male. “But I cannot help noticing that you don’t seem to have a ‘goddess’ of your own. Where is your mate?”

At once a hush fell over the room.

“Ah, my poor Galandra.” Sendar shook his head mournfully. “Alas, she died in a terrible accident. I have not been able to summon the heart to offer myself to another goddess since.”

“Oh, how awful for you!” Clair said at once. “We’re so sorry for your loss!”

“Thank you.” Sendar shook his head and swiped at his metallic eyes. “Forgive me—thinking of her makes me quite emotional.”

“Of course it does,” Varell said sympathetically.

But Kaelus didn’t trust the other male’s tears. There was something fake about his expression—it was as though his grief didn’t quite reach his watery eyes. Of course, he couldn’t say anything about it though—he already looked like an ass for asking about the other male’s dead wife. Still, he felt like something was going on.

They finished eating—thank goodness, Clair was allowed to feed herself after the first bite—and at last Varell wiped his lips and set down his data tablet.

“Very well, after sharing a meal and conversation, I believe I have gotten to know the two of you enough.”

Kaelus felt a surge of relief.

“Good. Then we would like to begin examining the Blood Archive immediately,” he said.

Varell’s face became serious.

“I am afraid that will not be possible.”