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This? This, I could get used to.
Yeah, we had a hell of a lot of baggage to work our way through, but I was sure as hell never going to say no to more of the hottest sex I’d ever had. Especially not when Kaelum himself was less alphahole and more opinionated, but kind and reassuring. Strident. Maybe even pushy. But not an asshole about it, and not the rapist I’d been afraid of, given the circumstances of my kidnapping.
He rested his body beside mine, petting my hair and cheek. “I will call the tailor. We must obtain clothing for you that you find more acceptable than this.” He sent a lascivious look down his robe, that now hung open, exposing my softening cock, and licked his lips as though he absolutely needed to get another taste of me. “As perfect as you already look, I would have you comfortable.”
It was going to be a problem with Kaelum, I suspected. Not that he didn’t take no for an answer. That I didn’t want to say it at all.
CHAPTER12
KAELUM
The next day, I called for the tailor with a note from one of the bright birds that roosted near my balcony. As I stood, my arm extended for its talons, Lucas came outside, shifting the robe I had given him tighter around his body.
“Are you, like, a Disney princess or something?” He nodded toward the bird on my arm. It opened its mouth and clicked his way, and I rubbed the sleek scales on its head.
When I gave it the note, it snapped it up and took flight. “A Disney... princess?”
Lucas blinked at me for a minute. “Like, you talk to birds. They help you dress and shit.”
My hand free, I tapped the mark on my left shoulder. “No. I speak to them and ask favors. I promise them food and they deliver requests.”
“Oh...” Lucas turned, staring out over the treetops below. “Is there, like, an interpreter implant for that?”
I lifted his hand from the balcony’s railing, pulling him closer and pressing his palm to my shoulder. At his touch, my mark thrummed.
“It is the power of stars. The language of beasts cannot be learned, only felt, and only by some. It is my gift.”
Lucas stared at my shoulder, at his hand against my skin and the shining silver lines beneath his curious, roaming fingers. “Like... magic.” His eyelids fluttered, the dusty blond of his lashes brushing briefly over his cheeks. “Will you tell me what they do?”
I took him inside and sat so he could see the marks where they curled over my shoulder. Holding his hand, I dragged our fingertips across my left shoulder. “The language of beasts.”
He nodded, and I pulled his hand across to my right shoulder.
“A protective forcefield.” I activated the mark, a thrumming through my veins. At once, his hand was off my skin, hovering inches above it. I did not push hard, did not want him farther from me than needed to prove my point.
His brows twitched downward. He tried to touch me again, but the forcefield held him at bay until I released it and he pushed into me hard, overcompensating.
I caught him with my hands on his hips and grinned. “It is effective, for a while.”
“No shit,” he rasped. “What’s this one?”
His palm lay flat against the center of my chest, where lines worked around each other. My other gifts were for living, for defense. I did not want to scare him with the one that wasn’t.
Gently, I set him back far enough to stand on his own. He was watching me intently, that edge of fear that ran through him close to the surface at my change in demeanor.
I activated the mark, and a plasma blade shot out from my right hand, hovering like a sword in the air, crackling and purple.
Lucas jumped back. At once, I made it disappear.
“So I am never defenseless,” I promised him. “I will always be able to protect you, my Lucas.”
From the palace’s interior, there was a beep from the door. I commanded it to open in Thorzi, and the tailor I had sent for stood on the other side, bag in hand, smiling.
It was good to be prince, when people jumped to fulfill your requests.
“Hi! I’m Maria. You asked for a human tailor?” She was a beautiful young woman with golden-brown skin, deep dark eyes, and black hair.
“Yes,” I said, stepping back and waving toward Lucas. “My Lucas is in need of clothes. Day-to-day wear, as well as something befitting a place near my father for the tournament.”
