planning now?
Her aching pussy hoped it involved something sensual and satisfying.
As Lucian filled a porcelain basin with
warm water, Sorin poured oil into a small glass bowl. The scent of rose bay
caused his nostrils to twitch, reminding him of nights spent running through
the mountains as a wolf, in the days before responsibility weighed so heavily
on all of them. Perhaps they had all been naïve, assuming the queen would be
able to easily assume Valdemeer’s role in ruling Corsova. She had slowly
adjusted, but not without a lot of help from those closest and most loyal to
her.
Thinking of loyalty, he swallowed thickly,
wondering how the Protector would feel about their blatant disregard of the
tenants of Starr’s position. They couldn’t claim ignorance. Both he and Lucian
had full knowledge of what they were doing. Would it matter to Anca if she knew
love drove their desperate actions, leading them to break tradition and
possibly risk all their lives?
In his optimistic moments, he assumed she
would. After all, her deep love for Demi was obvious in every glance. How could
she fail to understand their need for Starr, and her need for them?
In his grimmer moments, he imagined her
taking a more pragmatic view if she ever found out. As the leader of the
country, she would surely point out that only tradition and following the old
ways had allowed their way of life to continue for centuries. She would
certainly mention that the three of them were too insignificant to assume they
could be allowed to change anything.
How would she deal with them if she ever
found out Starr was no longer pure? Would she sentence them all to death, or
order they be banished? Would she blame he and Lucian, or would Starr be
punished as well?
He felt a moment of doubt at continuing
with their plan, but it faded. As of last night, it was too late to restore
Starr’s purity, and call him a selfish bastard, but he ached to have her as
Lucian had done. He felt empty inside. Damn the consequences, but he had to
join with Starr. Six years of aching frustration was too much for any man to
bear and still be reasonable.
Starr had grown impatient by the time they
returned. She watched as Lucian set a basin on the small table near the bed.
Her gaze wandered to Sorin as Lucian got onto the bed and settled on one side
of her. She saw a small bowl in his large hand and wondered what it contained.
When Sorin set it carefully on the bed beside her, within easy reach for
Lucian, she craned her neck to see what the liquid was. The scent of rose bay
reached her nose.
“What’s that?” She tried to think of
mixtures that called for rose bay, but her ability to concentrate disappeared
when Lucian caressed her lips.
“Close your eyes.”
It was no trouble to comply. Her lids
closed, and Starr concentrated on relaxing. She was tense with anticipation, so
the first brush of Sorin’s fingers across her foot made her stiffen. He had
coated his fingers with something slick and slippery. She recognized the
mysterious liquid as massage oil and relaxed before either of them could chide
her to.
She squirmed when Sorin pressed lightly
against the sole of her foot and traced a line from heel to toe. Lucian traced
his fingers across her forehead and down her nose. He had also dipped his hand
into the oil, and it left a slick residue behind. An involuntary gasp escaped
her when Sorin pressed two of his fingers into the ball of her foot, while Lucian’s
fingers probed gently at the area behind her left ear.
Tingles ran from her head to her feet, and
each little movement from them caused the sensation to intensify. They were
just touching her foot and head. How would she survive when they moved on to more
sensitive areas?
She opened her eyes when Sorin shifted
positions to grasp her foot between his hands. As she watched with heavy lids,
he massaged her foot, alternately applying pressure and light strokes. Lucian
now had both hands on her, and his
Her aching pussy hoped it involved something sensual and satisfying.
As Lucian filled a porcelain basin with
warm water, Sorin poured oil into a small glass bowl. The scent of rose bay
caused his nostrils to twitch, reminding him of nights spent running through
the mountains as a wolf, in the days before responsibility weighed so heavily
on all of them. Perhaps they had all been naïve, assuming the queen would be
able to easily assume Valdemeer’s role in ruling Corsova. She had slowly
adjusted, but not without a lot of help from those closest and most loyal to
her.
Thinking of loyalty, he swallowed thickly,
wondering how the Protector would feel about their blatant disregard of the
tenants of Starr’s position. They couldn’t claim ignorance. Both he and Lucian
had full knowledge of what they were doing. Would it matter to Anca if she knew
love drove their desperate actions, leading them to break tradition and
possibly risk all their lives?
In his optimistic moments, he assumed she
would. After all, her deep love for Demi was obvious in every glance. How could
she fail to understand their need for Starr, and her need for them?
In his grimmer moments, he imagined her
taking a more pragmatic view if she ever found out. As the leader of the
country, she would surely point out that only tradition and following the old
ways had allowed their way of life to continue for centuries. She would
certainly mention that the three of them were too insignificant to assume they
could be allowed to change anything.
How would she deal with them if she ever
found out Starr was no longer pure? Would she sentence them all to death, or
order they be banished? Would she blame he and Lucian, or would Starr be
punished as well?
He felt a moment of doubt at continuing
with their plan, but it faded. As of last night, it was too late to restore
Starr’s purity, and call him a selfish bastard, but he ached to have her as
Lucian had done. He felt empty inside. Damn the consequences, but he had to
join with Starr. Six years of aching frustration was too much for any man to
bear and still be reasonable.
Starr had grown impatient by the time they
returned. She watched as Lucian set a basin on the small table near the bed.
Her gaze wandered to Sorin as Lucian got onto the bed and settled on one side
of her. She saw a small bowl in his large hand and wondered what it contained.
When Sorin set it carefully on the bed beside her, within easy reach for
Lucian, she craned her neck to see what the liquid was. The scent of rose bay
reached her nose.
“What’s that?” She tried to think of
mixtures that called for rose bay, but her ability to concentrate disappeared
when Lucian caressed her lips.
“Close your eyes.”
It was no trouble to comply. Her lids
closed, and Starr concentrated on relaxing. She was tense with anticipation, so
the first brush of Sorin’s fingers across her foot made her stiffen. He had
coated his fingers with something slick and slippery. She recognized the
mysterious liquid as massage oil and relaxed before either of them could chide
her to.
She squirmed when Sorin pressed lightly
against the sole of her foot and traced a line from heel to toe. Lucian traced
his fingers across her forehead and down her nose. He had also dipped his hand
into the oil, and it left a slick residue behind. An involuntary gasp escaped
her when Sorin pressed two of his fingers into the ball of her foot, while Lucian’s
fingers probed gently at the area behind her left ear.
Tingles ran from her head to her feet, and
each little movement from them caused the sensation to intensify. They were
just touching her foot and head. How would she survive when they moved on to more
sensitive areas?
She opened her eyes when Sorin shifted
positions to grasp her foot between his hands. As she watched with heavy lids,
he massaged her foot, alternately applying pressure and light strokes. Lucian
now had both hands on her, and his
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