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“At your service.”
I giggle. He’s young and cute and not for me, but I’m certain he would make Winter very happy during this mating season. Since I aim for everyone to have a grand time, especially those females I want to make my friends, I say, “Welcome to the Ice Princess.”
Duane smiles and stands to his full height. “Is that an invitation?”
“To stay in the tower,” I clarify. “I can secure a lycan-only floor.”
Duane looks up as if gauging the tower. He shakes his head. “I’d rather sleep on my boat.”
“Excellent choice.” A male voice, like a blade, slices the sexual tension my magic incited.
I step back.
Duane growls, then looks at me. “Who the fuck is this asshole?”
Nottuza should offer me his elbow now, instead of standing somewhere behind me, listening and watching. We should show a welcoming united front. But no, judging by the look on Duane’s face, Nottuza, remains where he is, probably in the shadows where we can’t make him out.
Outside, the night swallows the last remnants of what’s left of the weak sun that spends the spans struggling to shine through the thick clouds. Gray clouds and mood dominate the Winter Court.
“General?” I prompt. I let my magic travel over to him, caress his senses.
Even though I’m certain he’s wearing black leather boots, I don’t hear him approach, but only feel him when his fist wraps around my hair. The instant he touches me, my body flares to life, responds to him by releasing my mating scent.
Oh my fates.
He’s not tugging my hair, but holding it tightly while pounding me with his dominant male scent so much that I have to hold back a whimper.
Nottuza seems like a reserved person. I didn’t expect him to show such a brazen display of possession. I take a moment to gather my wits about me, and while I do that, Duane has already smelled how my body responds to Nottuza’s territorial claim. And it’s a territorial claim lycan males understand well.
That was likely why Nottuza did it. Nothing speaks louder than the scent of female arousal.
Duane lifts a dark eyebrow. “Him?” He points at Nottuza. “You can have any male you wish. Heck, you can have a pack of males if you wish.” He sizes up Nottuza and lifts his chin, nostrils flaring. “Why him?”
“I wonder that myself,” Nottuza says, shocking me even more.
“Good question,” I agree. But I don’t know the answer.
Maybe it’s because he sets my heart aflutter, and my magic wants him to tame it, wrangle it, control it. All of which is terrible for my heart, because a male like Nottuza, a male who can stay away from me for over seven spans and not once want to come inside me or, heck, even on me, is the kind of male who can walk away and never look back.
Nottuza releases my hair, but before letting go, he spreads his claws over my scalp, causing a tingling sensation to spread down my entire body all the way to my toes. My magic responds as if it’s his to wield and forces me to step closer to him, as if I’m some sort of needy pet.
I growl.
Duane’s eyes widen.
A princess doesn’t growl. Around this vampire, I can’t seem to hold on to my faculties.
I tap my throat. “Pardon me, something caught in my throat.” They heard a growl and know it’s a growl, but whatever. Moving on now. “You must be tired and hungry.”
Duane nods. “And we’ve been out here all night.”
“I’m sorry about that. We have many lessons to take regarding proper manners around here in the Winter Court. Let me make it up to you. You are very welcome to rest and shower as well as dine at the Ice Princess.”
“The boats will do,” Duane says.
“You are a wise male,” Nottuza drawls.
“I insist,” I snap.
