needing that cleansed?” Verdun asked, holding his hand out for the
small white object.
Gwen stared at him dumbly for a moment, still not totally
awake. Then she realized he was asking if he needed to wash Evie’s diaper.
“No, Verdun, these are disposable diapers. Once a baby soils
these, we throw them away.”
“I see. In that case, I assume you will be needing many more
of these ‘diapers’ for the young lady?”
Gwen hesitated in her reply. She did need more diapers. The
ones she’d filched from Walmart wouldn’t last very long but she’d much rather
go get more herself. Racking up obligations with these aliens was the last
thing she wanted to do. Gwen wanted to earn her keep and take care of her and
Evelyn’s needs.
“I will need more. I’m very low on diapers and wipes for the
baby. Perhaps, Commander, you would be willing to allow me to make a run for
supplies.” Gwen looked Helion in the eyes as she made the suggestion, so she
didn’t miss how they hardened and narrowed on her.
“You will not leave the safety of this camp, little mother.
You will supply Verdun with a list of your needs and the items will be procured
for you.”
The cold Commander stood then and walked to the bed to stare
down at her from his great height, a rather obvious attempt at physical
intimidation. Which worked, damn him.
“I am leaving with most of my men to go battle the Scourge.
Verdun will remain here to see to your needs. You may leave this tent as you
desire but you will not leave the camp. Understood?”
Gwen gathered Evie to her chest and stared up at Helion’s
implacable, absurdly handsome face. The promise of the punishment he’d warned
of lingered unspoken in the air. Now, in the company of his men, was not the
time to challenge his dictates. She knew that. So she swallowed her instinctive
rebellion at being ordered around and just nodded.
“Good. We shall return later today. Verdun, please take good
care of the lady and her daughter. And be sure she gets plenty of food and rest.
Nathal’s orders.”
Then with an elegant bow in her direction, Helion turned and
motioned his men out of the tent and was about to follow them out when he
stopped suddenly at the tent entrance. He turned and stared at Gwen intently,
his focus unnerving. He stood there in the sun, his golden armor and his
gleaming white hair catching the light. He looked like an angel—cold, detached
but so beautiful it hurt to look at him.
“Something you should know about Keepers is that we have
very enhanced senses. Compared to humans, our smell, sight, hearing and taste
are all much more developed than those of your people. We can sense lies and we
can smell emotions such as fear, anger…arousal.”
Gwen watched Helion warily, her trepidation bleeding into
total dismay. Then Helion smiled in such a way that Gwen shuddered, imagining a
wolf spotting prey.
“Just keep that in mind for when I return, Lady Gwen. You
have been warned. If I continue to smell the wet heat of your desire when I
return, I could assume you wish to be bent over that bed before I shed my
armor.”
He left the tent before Gwen could pick her jaw up from the
floor and form a reply. Her thighs trembled and her sex was slick, so he wasn’t
wrong. Just the idea of being bent over the bed pushed her desire higher. It
was so wrong but she wanted him, wanted him badly. She wanted to stroke his
long hair and feel it all over her naked body. She wanted to rub her hands all
over his incredible form and chase them closely with her mouth. It’d been so
long since she’d had a man on top of her she was nearly panting from just the
fantasy of it.
It was tempting to find some relief by her own hand but if
it was true Keepers could smell arousal, then every Keeper in the tent this
morning had known she lusted after their Commander. How embarrassing! She was
literally a universe out of his league. She needed to forget about Helion and
focus on Evie, who was practically
small white object.
Gwen stared at him dumbly for a moment, still not totally
awake. Then she realized he was asking if he needed to wash Evie’s diaper.
“No, Verdun, these are disposable diapers. Once a baby soils
these, we throw them away.”
“I see. In that case, I assume you will be needing many more
of these ‘diapers’ for the young lady?”
Gwen hesitated in her reply. She did need more diapers. The
ones she’d filched from Walmart wouldn’t last very long but she’d much rather
go get more herself. Racking up obligations with these aliens was the last
thing she wanted to do. Gwen wanted to earn her keep and take care of her and
Evelyn’s needs.
“I will need more. I’m very low on diapers and wipes for the
baby. Perhaps, Commander, you would be willing to allow me to make a run for
supplies.” Gwen looked Helion in the eyes as she made the suggestion, so she
didn’t miss how they hardened and narrowed on her.
“You will not leave the safety of this camp, little mother.
You will supply Verdun with a list of your needs and the items will be procured
for you.”
The cold Commander stood then and walked to the bed to stare
down at her from his great height, a rather obvious attempt at physical
intimidation. Which worked, damn him.
“I am leaving with most of my men to go battle the Scourge.
Verdun will remain here to see to your needs. You may leave this tent as you
desire but you will not leave the camp. Understood?”
Gwen gathered Evie to her chest and stared up at Helion’s
implacable, absurdly handsome face. The promise of the punishment he’d warned
of lingered unspoken in the air. Now, in the company of his men, was not the
time to challenge his dictates. She knew that. So she swallowed her instinctive
rebellion at being ordered around and just nodded.
“Good. We shall return later today. Verdun, please take good
care of the lady and her daughter. And be sure she gets plenty of food and rest.
Nathal’s orders.”
Then with an elegant bow in her direction, Helion turned and
motioned his men out of the tent and was about to follow them out when he
stopped suddenly at the tent entrance. He turned and stared at Gwen intently,
his focus unnerving. He stood there in the sun, his golden armor and his
gleaming white hair catching the light. He looked like an angel—cold, detached
but so beautiful it hurt to look at him.
“Something you should know about Keepers is that we have
very enhanced senses. Compared to humans, our smell, sight, hearing and taste
are all much more developed than those of your people. We can sense lies and we
can smell emotions such as fear, anger…arousal.”
Gwen watched Helion warily, her trepidation bleeding into
total dismay. Then Helion smiled in such a way that Gwen shuddered, imagining a
wolf spotting prey.
“Just keep that in mind for when I return, Lady Gwen. You
have been warned. If I continue to smell the wet heat of your desire when I
return, I could assume you wish to be bent over that bed before I shed my
armor.”
He left the tent before Gwen could pick her jaw up from the
floor and form a reply. Her thighs trembled and her sex was slick, so he wasn’t
wrong. Just the idea of being bent over the bed pushed her desire higher. It
was so wrong but she wanted him, wanted him badly. She wanted to stroke his
long hair and feel it all over her naked body. She wanted to rub her hands all
over his incredible form and chase them closely with her mouth. It’d been so
long since she’d had a man on top of her she was nearly panting from just the
fantasy of it.
It was tempting to find some relief by her own hand but if
it was true Keepers could smell arousal, then every Keeper in the tent this
morning had known she lusted after their Commander. How embarrassing! She was
literally a universe out of his league. She needed to forget about Helion and
focus on Evie, who was practically
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