pulled her close for a
fierce kiss. Channon moaned at the raw passion she tasted as she surrendered her
weight to him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt his muscles bunch and flex. Images
of last night tore through her. Again she could see his naked body moving in the
moonlight
and feel him deep and hard inside her.
Sebastian growled at the taste of her, at the feel of her tongue sweeping against his.
Out of his mind with the passion, he pinned her against the wall of the gate.
He wanted her no matter the consequences, no matter the time or place.
Channon felt his erection as he held her between him and the wall. As if
magnetized, her hips brushed against him. She wanted to feel him inside her again.
She wanted nothing between them except bare skin.
"What is it you do to me?" she breathed.
Sebastian pulled back as her words penetrated the haziness of his mind. Still, all he
could smell was Channon. Her scent spun around his head, making him even
dizzier. He dipped his head for her lips, then barely caught himself.
Hissing, he forced himself to release her. If he kissed her again, he would take her
here in the yard like an animal, without regard to her humanity, without regard for
her choice.
Claiming was a special moment, and he refused to sully it like the Katagari. No, he
wouldn't take her like this. Not out here where anyone could see them. He would
not let the Drakos win.
"Channon," he whispered. "Please, go back inside."
Channon started to refuse, but the steeliness in his body kept her from it. "Okay,"
she said.
She paused at the corner of the hall and looked back at him. He was now leaning
over the well with his head hung low. She didn't know what was wrong, but she
was sure it wasn't good.
"Ha, take that!"
Channon turned at the sound of a child laughing. She saw the two boys with
wooden swords who had been fighting Sebastian earlier. They ran across the yard.
"I will kill you, nasty dragon," one boy cried as they ran into a forge where the
blacksmith cursed and chased
them out, telling the tallest that he should be home eating. She shook her head.
Some things never changed, no matter the time period. Curious about what else
reminded her of home, she crossed the yard.
Sebastian breathed deeply, trying to summon his powers back to him. This was not
good. If he stayed around Chan-non, by the time Friday arrived, he wouldn't be
able to face the Katagaria trio.
He had to have his powers back, intact and strong, which meant that he would
either have to claim her or find some place safe for her to stay so that he could get
distance from her.
Because if he didn't, they would both die.
"Bas?"
Sebastian looked around the yard, trying to find the source of that whispered call. It
was a nickname no one had used in centuries.
Gold flashed to his right. To his shock, Damos appeared, then collapsed on the
ground. Like a wounded animal, his brother held himself on all fours with his head
hung low.
Unable to believe his eyes, Sebastian went to him. "Damos?"
Damos lifted his head to look at him. Instead of the hatred and disgust he expected
to see, Sebastian saw only pain and guilt. "Did you get the tapestry?"
Sebastian couldn't answer as he saw his brother's face again. The two of them were
almost identical in build and looks. The only real difference was in their hair color.
Sebastian's hair was black while Damos's was a dark reddish-brown.
And as Sebastian looked into those eyes that were the same color as his own, the
past flashed through his mind.
"You're nothing but a cowardly traitor. You've never been worth anything. I wish it
had been you they tore
apart. If there were any justice, it would be you lying in the grave and not
Antiphone." The cruel words echoed in his head, and even now he could feel the
bite of the whip as they delivered the two hundred lashes to his back.
Battered and bloody, Sebastian had been dumped in a cesspit and left there to
fierce kiss. Channon moaned at the raw passion she tasted as she surrendered her
weight to him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt his muscles bunch and flex. Images
of last night tore through her. Again she could see his naked body moving in the
moonlight
and feel him deep and hard inside her.
Sebastian growled at the taste of her, at the feel of her tongue sweeping against his.
Out of his mind with the passion, he pinned her against the wall of the gate.
He wanted her no matter the consequences, no matter the time or place.
Channon felt his erection as he held her between him and the wall. As if
magnetized, her hips brushed against him. She wanted to feel him inside her again.
She wanted nothing between them except bare skin.
"What is it you do to me?" she breathed.
Sebastian pulled back as her words penetrated the haziness of his mind. Still, all he
could smell was Channon. Her scent spun around his head, making him even
dizzier. He dipped his head for her lips, then barely caught himself.
Hissing, he forced himself to release her. If he kissed her again, he would take her
here in the yard like an animal, without regard to her humanity, without regard for
her choice.
Claiming was a special moment, and he refused to sully it like the Katagari. No, he
wouldn't take her like this. Not out here where anyone could see them. He would
not let the Drakos win.
"Channon," he whispered. "Please, go back inside."
Channon started to refuse, but the steeliness in his body kept her from it. "Okay,"
she said.
She paused at the corner of the hall and looked back at him. He was now leaning
over the well with his head hung low. She didn't know what was wrong, but she
was sure it wasn't good.
"Ha, take that!"
Channon turned at the sound of a child laughing. She saw the two boys with
wooden swords who had been fighting Sebastian earlier. They ran across the yard.
"I will kill you, nasty dragon," one boy cried as they ran into a forge where the
blacksmith cursed and chased
them out, telling the tallest that he should be home eating. She shook her head.
Some things never changed, no matter the time period. Curious about what else
reminded her of home, she crossed the yard.
Sebastian breathed deeply, trying to summon his powers back to him. This was not
good. If he stayed around Chan-non, by the time Friday arrived, he wouldn't be
able to face the Katagaria trio.
He had to have his powers back, intact and strong, which meant that he would
either have to claim her or find some place safe for her to stay so that he could get
distance from her.
Because if he didn't, they would both die.
"Bas?"
Sebastian looked around the yard, trying to find the source of that whispered call. It
was a nickname no one had used in centuries.
Gold flashed to his right. To his shock, Damos appeared, then collapsed on the
ground. Like a wounded animal, his brother held himself on all fours with his head
hung low.
Unable to believe his eyes, Sebastian went to him. "Damos?"
Damos lifted his head to look at him. Instead of the hatred and disgust he expected
to see, Sebastian saw only pain and guilt. "Did you get the tapestry?"
Sebastian couldn't answer as he saw his brother's face again. The two of them were
almost identical in build and looks. The only real difference was in their hair color.
Sebastian's hair was black while Damos's was a dark reddish-brown.
And as Sebastian looked into those eyes that were the same color as his own, the
past flashed through his mind.
"You're nothing but a cowardly traitor. You've never been worth anything. I wish it
had been you they tore
apart. If there were any justice, it would be you lying in the grave and not
Antiphone." The cruel words echoed in his head, and even now he could feel the
bite of the whip as they delivered the two hundred lashes to his back.
Battered and bloody, Sebastian had been dumped in a cesspit and left there to
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