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Noratu and Draven looked at each other. Most thought power exchange was a story, a legend from a bygone era. “We need to speak with Nadis,” Draven concluded. “Or whoever mentored Autumn Hays.”
Zevon chuckled, pressing back into his chair. “It sounds like I better get started on repealing the prohibition. I am not losing another conduit, especially one as exceptional as Flora. This is going to take some convincing with the board of governors, but I would rather not make the change without their support.”
“If the governors balk, tell them that anyone worthy of training who also has Torretian blood will simply require an exemption. There is no reason to repeal the law.”
Draven looked at Noratu and smiled. Diplomatic strategy was what Noratu did best.
Zevon nodded as his hand moved back to his chin. “If we repeal the law entirely it increases the chances that we’ll end up training Jevara’s spies. The governors always respond best to compromise.”
“Well, once you work out the details let me know. We have come too far with Flora. There is no way we are giving her up.” Draven glanced at Noratu, wondering how long he had known for certain.
“Knowing the governors,” Zevon grumbled, “the process will take weeks, perhaps months, so this conversation never took place.”
“Understood.”
They left Zevon’s office a few minutes later and headed for the office they shared on the lower ring. As well as training their mate, both had businesses that needed their attention.
“What are we going to do about Flora’s sisters, er, cousins?” Noratu voiced the question that had been echoing through Draven’s mind since her outburst yesterday.
“I have given our options a great deal of thought. How well do you know their biological families?”
Noratu’s brow furrowed. Apparently, that hadn’t been the response he anticipated. “The Boraks are social climbers. My mother considers them beneath her, so they are never invited to any of our functions.”
“Are they rich? How much would we need to offer them to outbid everyone else?”
Noratu looked at him with a mixture of confusion and distaste. “We cannot have two mates, much less two conduits. Does living with two females appeal to you?”
Draven laughed. “I want to purchase the right to negotiate their contracts, with the help of our one and only mate of course.”
Stopping and facing him, Noratu smiled. “That’s brilliant.”
“Why, thank you.”
“The Boraks are not widely accepted. Given Raina’s lack of training and unusual upbringing, it is unlikely they have attracted the best possible mates. I know we can do better.”
“Excellent.” Thrilled to have Noratu’s cooperation, Draven started walking again. “What about the Slanar family? Do you know anything about them?”
“They could be more challenging. They are nearly as rich as my parents and very well connected.”
“In other words, we might not be able to afford her?”
Noratu shook his head. “I didn’t say that. We could attempt to negotiate with both families, but it would be easier and faster to just let my mother browbeat them into submission. No one in this star system says no to Chief Justice Adarra Skore.”
Draven chuckled, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “Do you think she’ll do it?”
“Of course. My father wanted to transform me into him, but all my mother ever wanted was my happiness. When I explain how unhappy this is making our mate, the other families will have no choice but surrender.”
CHAPTER7
Flora broadened her stance and straightened her spine. Noratu pressed against her left side, his arm wrapped around her waist. Draven’s long fingers grasped the back of her neck and his big body pressed against her right side. The males faced each other, so their bodies formed a loose triangle. Energy flowed between them in a continuous loop.
“We have clearly mastered the explosive bursts,” Draven told her. “Let’s work on finesse.”
This was day nine of her advanced training and Flora was astonished at how far they had come. She understood how a power triad worked now, but her instincts still fought against her role. She was a conduit. The Altorian Flame passed through her then manifested in the material world. However, Draven was in control. It was essential that she remain passive, utterly submitted to his will or the energy sputtered out.
The dynamics of their intimate acts were not simply designed to enhance the pleasure. Sex was mental and emotional conditioning designed to make them more powerful. The deeper into submission Flora sank, the hotter the fire burned.
Draven ran his hand down her spine and lightly stroked her bottom. “Do you need another reminder of who is in charge?”
