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“He must hunt down the Mother and put her back to sleep before she destroys the Aboa and infects our oceans with her spawn again,” another voice urged. “Persuade him to see that.”
Flood was still glaring at me, waiting for an answer.
Oblivious to the people talking over him.
And damn, I hated them for doing that.
“I need to talk to Flood in private. Thekingwill decide what the best course of action is, and I can assure you, he would be furious to know that you’re trying to use me to convince him to see things from your perspective,” I said without thinking.
The shocked silence told me I’d just made an error.
My face warmed when Zoran turned around, glowering at his people.
This was a few steps backward in the friendshipping plan, which was already failing.
But I couldn’t let them walk all over Zoran. We were friends, even if it hadn’t really felt like it since we got back to his kingdom. I was on his side, not theirs.
He signed something to all of them—I couldn’t see what since he was facing away from me—and then lifted me off my feet with an arm around my hips.
A squeak escaped me as my back met his chest, and my face flushed with heat.
I grabbed his arm in an attempt to steady myself as he carried me away from his people, but steadiness wasn’t even a possibility with his body touching mine like that.
Chapter2
Zoran slammedthe door behind us, shutting us into a room I’d never been inside before. I looked around as he set me on my feet right next to the door. There was a massive bed with an intricate headboard in the center of the room, a simple dresser, and—
Huge, hot hands were on my back again, moving the soft, thin fabric off my skin to expose the flesh to him.
My whole damn body flushed, and I lost my balance, falling forward. I caught myself against the wall, and then felt the king’s steady hand on my abdomen, holding me securely.
The female water fae wore clothing that barely qualified as underwear, honestly. Their dresses were made from thin strips of a barely-there, silk-like fabric that wrapped around their breasts, crossed at the back, and then sort of covered their nether-regions. Filmy, translucent fabric fell in two or three strips around their legs.
The men wore nothing but simple pants, most of them in dark blues and grays. I’d seen a few of them in shirts, too, but most guys didn’t seem to like them.
Since I was trying to fit in with them, I also wore the womens’ terrible excuse for clothing. It had taken more than a month for me to get used to seeing myself in the scandalous outfits, but I’d eventually gotten comfortable with displaying my goods so outright.
Zoran pulled the crisscrossing straps down toward my ass, and my body flushed as the ones over my breasts moved too, exposing more of my chest. His hands were warm and steady, and the way they slid over my back made me warm.
“I told you, I’m fine,” I said, my voice shaking a little.
His hands moved up my back, over my spine and shoulder blades, and my hips arched just slightly as more heat blossomed within me.
He’ddefinitelynever touched me like that before.
And holy shit, I was a fan.
“You don’t believe me?” I asked as his hands moved over my shoulders and down my arms. My hands were braced against the wall, and we’d communicated without sign language long enough that when he squeezed my wrist lightly, only once, I knew it meant no.
Two squeezes for yes; one for no.
“Guess that’s fair, since I obviously lied,” I managed to say, as his hands slid back up my arms and down toward my butt.
My body tensed as he tugged on the band of fabric around my backside, and then dragged his palms over the sensitive curve of my ass.
My legs opened a bit wider, and he inhaled deeply, then made a rumbling sound.
I gasped softly when he squeezed my ass, then slid his hands over my hips. They lingered there, kneading and feeling.
