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kitchen, was sheltered by tall hedges surrounding a large, rose garden and an expansive lawn. In that respect it was completely hidden from the army camp.
    He made the decision, because it seemed the only way to get into the fortress with the least amount of eyes on him. He levitated swiftly and as soon as he saw the breach in the hedge that indicated the entrance to the garden, he slipped through, then flew to the carved double doors of the main entrance.
    He pulled them wide and walked in.
    Sandra, I’m in the entrance hall. I need you to come to me now. We’ve got to figure this out.
    I’ll be right there.
    He drew deep breaths. He was filthy from sparring and this part of the fortress was full of marble and silk. Even his boots were dirty.
    He heard running footsteps, light quick swishes on the stone then the marble floor. Sandra was forty feet away when he caught sight of her at the end of the long hall. She began running in earnest, levitating at the end.
    His throat tightened as he headed in her direction, skirting a table with a tall flower arrangement to finally catch her up in his arms. She didn’t seem to care that he was sweaty and once more covered in mud or that all the grime would no doubt end up on her white gown.
    She kissed him as though her life depended on it and he returned the favor.
    Back to my room, Griffin, now. You have to bond with me. You have to.
    I want nothing more.
    She drew back just enough to look at him. Carry me and levitate. If you go fast, we can avoid the next shift of maids who will be heading up here in about two minutes.
    He didn’t need another command. He held her tight against him and flew faster than ever, straight up the servants’ stairs, along the hall and back to her bedroom.
    Once inside, she locked the door again. When he stepped away from her he was appalled. “I got your gown dirty.”
    “I don’t care.”
    He looked at his arms, at the recent sparring bruises, at the still healing cuts, at the streaks of mud, and he didn’t want to think about what he smelled like. “I’m taking a shower.”
    Her smile was crooked. “Then I’ll help.”
    At that, his lips curved. “You can’t fit in there with me. The shower’s barely big enough for me as it is.”
    “I know that. But I can stand nearby and soap things up. Big things.”
    He groaned. They were playing with fire, because if either of them was caught … He wouldn’t think about that.
    Instead, he moved into the bathroom and got rid of his boots, then his leathers. He’d been given a vest to wear and stripped that off next.
    He heard an odd sound coming from Sandra. Turning toward, her, she had her hand to her mouth and her eyes were wide. Her gaze was on his ass.
    He smiled again. He knew the effect a powerful male body had on women. Every damn muscle was a promise of good things to come.
    He didn’t close the curtain, despite that the floor would get wet. He turned the spray on and washed his hair. His whole body was flushed with need so he kept the water on the cold side. Even then, his cock was rigid and refused to settle down. Although it didn’t help when she stripped off her own gown, bra and panties, then drew close and took the soap in her hands.
    She washed his cock with care and a sensual touch that had him groaning. She shook her head at him. No noises. She then stroked him with both hands while she leaned up and kissed him.
    He’d made love to her earlier but his drive toward her was like nothing he’d known before. His whole body became a vibration of energy and need. He felt his mating vibration hum within his chest.
    I need you in bed.
    She let her hands fall away then lifted them to the spray of water. She nodded, then dried her hands and moved slowly toward the door.
    Once there, she stayed put for a moment, her gaze sliding down his body. She put her hands on her breasts and massaged both of them, her lips parting.
    His cock jerked once, letting him know he needed to move things