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anyone?”
“No, and then he …”
“Died.” He seemed more pleased with the circumstances than I figured he would be.
“Yes. You do realize we will be lying under oath to the Council. If they rule against”
“I told you,” he interrupted, “I have no problem with it. And I will make sure the others corroborate our story.”
“But what will we tell the Council? They will question why we didn’t come forward before they made their ruling.” Amelia, especially, would see through any flimsy excuse. The others could be swayed, but that one? She had it out for me and was the only Council member who worried me.
“We tell them that we are madly in love and that you didn’t want me to get in trouble. You thought you were protecting me from possible incarceration or exile.”
“And why are we coming forward now?” It might just work. I would spend the rest of my life ensuring I was worthy of this man’s love. Whether I ever loved him back, it didn’t matter. I would do it for him.
“We tell them that we decided to come forward because you could already be carrying my child. It’s as simple as that.” He smiled, his hands lightly caressing me. It was so simple and yet so complex, all in the same breath. Would the Council believe our tale?
Quinten’s mouth captured mine, and I let him. It was the least I could do, given he had just promised to put his fate on the line for me. I returned his kiss with as much fervor as possible. He had nice, firm lips and wanted to devour me. I really did walk around with blinders on most of the time, because I’d never seen this coming. Ending the kiss, I scooted away and he tugged my hand.
“Don’t move away just yet.” He rakishly grinned, a twinkle in his eyes that belied the hunger I sensed in him.
“There’s something else we need to do.” I maneuvered his seeking hands away. A simple yes from me, and he would have me under him in seconds. He desired me like he desired air to breathe. Why had I never recognized it before?
“What’s that?” he smirked.
“The Council will likely ask you questions about my”—I considered how to phrase it—“physical form, as someone who’s claiming knowledge of it.”
I backed fully off the bed and dropped the sheet before I lost my nerve. I held my head high as his startled gaze greedily consumed every ounce of my flesh. His gaze stopped at my breasts and I felt my nipples harden under the scrutiny. His heated stare traveled farther south and stopped at the juncture of my thighs.
“Turn.” He choked out, beholding the bounty my body offered like he wanted to pounce but held himself rigidly in check. A part of me wanted him to, but I couldn’t so soon after Cade had had his hands on me.
I slowly swiveled until I faced the opposite wall, and the springs creaked as he left the bed. The air grew thick as I waited. Like a whispered kiss, his hands gingerly stroked my back. My blood hummed with promise. He made me wonder if I had viewed the whole Breeder thing too disparagingly. While there were not any world-altering explosions going off at his touch, this was more than I had ever felt. Then again, maybe there was something fundamentally wrong with me since I failed to get with the program.
His hands cupped my posterior, kneading my backside gently, before they left my body.
“My turn,” he said in a deep bedroom voice laced with lust.
I stepped aside and stared as he stripped every ounce of clothing from his body. I had seen him without a shirt plenty of times while we trained, but the rest of him had been a mystery until now. Dark hair covered his finely muscled chest, tapering down over his abdomen before stopping at his staff. The ruby tip bobbed under my scrutiny, and I bit my lip, noticing the glistening drop of moisture on the tip.
Any lingering guilt swimming in my chest about using Quinten for my own gains, to rid myself of Cade before the Council, vanished. He craved me, and not in a “you’re a
“No, and then he …”
“Died.” He seemed more pleased with the circumstances than I figured he would be.
“Yes. You do realize we will be lying under oath to the Council. If they rule against”
“I told you,” he interrupted, “I have no problem with it. And I will make sure the others corroborate our story.”
“But what will we tell the Council? They will question why we didn’t come forward before they made their ruling.” Amelia, especially, would see through any flimsy excuse. The others could be swayed, but that one? She had it out for me and was the only Council member who worried me.
“We tell them that we are madly in love and that you didn’t want me to get in trouble. You thought you were protecting me from possible incarceration or exile.”
“And why are we coming forward now?” It might just work. I would spend the rest of my life ensuring I was worthy of this man’s love. Whether I ever loved him back, it didn’t matter. I would do it for him.
“We tell them that we decided to come forward because you could already be carrying my child. It’s as simple as that.” He smiled, his hands lightly caressing me. It was so simple and yet so complex, all in the same breath. Would the Council believe our tale?
Quinten’s mouth captured mine, and I let him. It was the least I could do, given he had just promised to put his fate on the line for me. I returned his kiss with as much fervor as possible. He had nice, firm lips and wanted to devour me. I really did walk around with blinders on most of the time, because I’d never seen this coming. Ending the kiss, I scooted away and he tugged my hand.
“Don’t move away just yet.” He rakishly grinned, a twinkle in his eyes that belied the hunger I sensed in him.
“There’s something else we need to do.” I maneuvered his seeking hands away. A simple yes from me, and he would have me under him in seconds. He desired me like he desired air to breathe. Why had I never recognized it before?
“What’s that?” he smirked.
“The Council will likely ask you questions about my”—I considered how to phrase it—“physical form, as someone who’s claiming knowledge of it.”
I backed fully off the bed and dropped the sheet before I lost my nerve. I held my head high as his startled gaze greedily consumed every ounce of my flesh. His gaze stopped at my breasts and I felt my nipples harden under the scrutiny. His heated stare traveled farther south and stopped at the juncture of my thighs.
“Turn.” He choked out, beholding the bounty my body offered like he wanted to pounce but held himself rigidly in check. A part of me wanted him to, but I couldn’t so soon after Cade had had his hands on me.
I slowly swiveled until I faced the opposite wall, and the springs creaked as he left the bed. The air grew thick as I waited. Like a whispered kiss, his hands gingerly stroked my back. My blood hummed with promise. He made me wonder if I had viewed the whole Breeder thing too disparagingly. While there were not any world-altering explosions going off at his touch, this was more than I had ever felt. Then again, maybe there was something fundamentally wrong with me since I failed to get with the program.
His hands cupped my posterior, kneading my backside gently, before they left my body.
“My turn,” he said in a deep bedroom voice laced with lust.
I stepped aside and stared as he stripped every ounce of clothing from his body. I had seen him without a shirt plenty of times while we trained, but the rest of him had been a mystery until now. Dark hair covered his finely muscled chest, tapering down over his abdomen before stopping at his staff. The ruby tip bobbed under my scrutiny, and I bit my lip, noticing the glistening drop of moisture on the tip.
Any lingering guilt swimming in my chest about using Quinten for my own gains, to rid myself of Cade before the Council, vanished. He craved me, and not in a “you’re a
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