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    “We call ourselves ‘Ekewoko.’”
    “I call you murderers.”
    Leaning back, he rested his hands on his thighs. Although she still fascinated him, he had no desire to break through the barrier she’d thrown up around herself. Her hard glare told him that her pussy no longer welcomed him. He could have taken her, of course, but she’d only hate him more, and for reasons he couldn’t fathom, he didn’t want her loathing.
    If only he understood what he wanted.
     
    Jola walked behind Nakos of Ekew. The man who called himself an Ekewoko had released her leg, thank goodness, but because her wrists were still tied, her resentment of his superiority continued. Perhaps she should be grateful because her arms were in front of her instead of still anchored to the waist rope. Instead, she cursed the soft leather around her neck and the rope he’d fastened to it so he could lead her wherever he wanted.
    The day was going to be warmer than the last few, almost as if winter wasn’t going to come after all. The breeze she suddenly noticed seemed to come from all directions, cooling and heating her skin at the same time. Determined not to give him the satisfaction of hauling her along like some dumb beast, she matched her pace to his. Because when she was in human form she always went barefoot unless the ground was frozen, her soles barely noted what she was walking on. She kept her head up in part so her tangled hair would stay out of her eyes but mostly because she didn’t want him guessing how defeated she felt.
    Not just defeated.
    If only she could ignore what was taking place between her legs. She should have been able to relax as soon as he’d stopped sexually teasing her, but if anything, her sense of anticipation and need had increased. Every step sent her tissues gliding against each other. Sex juices coated her labial lips, and she occasionally caught a hint of what she smelled like there.
    Every time she let down her guard and stopped reminding herself of how much she wanted to see him dead, vivid memories stole over her. He knew too much about her body, too much about what excited a woman.
    He called himself a warrior, so did that mean he spent much of his time in battle or preparing for war? If so, she didn’t know how he’d found the time to become an expert about the opposite sex. She wouldn’t ask him about his experiences with women, of course. She certainly didn’t care! But until she’d gotten free or her people came to rescue her, she and Nakos would be together. Only a fool wouldn’t realize how vital it was to probe him for his strengths.
    Weaknesses? Did he have any?
    Studying the way his legs worked forced her to contemplate that he might not have any physical weaknesses. He certainly hadn’t demonstrated any. In fact, the longer she regarded him, the more she acknowledged that her captor was built for his role in life as a warrior. Yes, he was well armed, but without muscles, sinew, and bone capable of responding to every need, his weapons might not be enough to keep him alive.
    Ah! The heat, the fire in her pussy! Even being thirsty did nothing to tamp things down.
    His ass was hard and neat and muscled beneath the short leather garment that hung from his waist. She’d been so focused on herself during their struggles that she hadn’t taken note of how the garment was constructed. Most men took care to protect their cocks so maybe there was more to what he was wearing than a skirt that barely reached his knees. The logical conclusion was that his cock rested inside a pouch of some kind, but maybe not.
    His hair brushed the tops of his shoulders. It was slightly curled and nearly as dark as hers. If anything, his eyebrows and lashes were even darker than what was on his head, which, although she didn’t want the thought, led to musing about the hairs at his groin.
    Damn him! He’d seen her sex. Touched it. Invaded it. Awakened need. In contrast, she was forced to stare at a sun-kissed