“Alandra?” I asked, alarmed at the glaze in her wide eyes. I hadn’t been gentle…
Oh shit, what have I done?
But before I could apologize, she squeezed me to her and laughed. “I can’t believe how hot you are in bed.” Then she gave me a gentle kiss that eased my sudden worry.
I pulled back to see her astonishment and humor. But I couldn’t help feeling a bit peeved that she sounded so surprised.
“Alandra —”
“I had no idea you had that in you.” She glanced down to where we remained joined. “You were celibate for so long.” She looked at me with puzzlement and awe. “I can’t believe you are so, so…”
“Incredibly talented? So large and so skilled?” Time for me to take a turn as the vain one in our relationship.
She frowned. “Large is right. You really let me have it.” A sigh replaced the frown, and with it, her pussy clenched around me.
“I did. And I’ll fuck you again. Harder. Whenever I want.”
“Oh.” She shivered, and her eyes sparkled. “I love this bossy side of you.”
Surprisingly, for a man given to plain-speaking, I enjoyed our play in bed. Her energy wrapped around me, stirring me anew, which shouldn’t have been possible. Damn if I wasn’t growing hard again.
Had she used a replenish spell on me?
“Alandra, what —”
She placed a finger over my lips and smiled. “I’m giving you what you demand, my prince.” She rotated her hips to push me halfway out, only to draw me back in. “You’ve made me so wet. Your cum and mine, sliding together.”
Something was happening between us, something magical and extraordinary, but I was too busy thrusting inside my affai again to give it the attention it deserved.
Chapter 10
Arim: Guardian of Storm
First Aerolus disappeared. Now Cadmus was missing.
The bar where Cadmus worked, Outpour, had yielded no answers except the possibility I might see Lexa. I… didn’t want that. So I sought the one other person I had under suspicion.
Trudy Warner stared at me from her doorway, but she was wrong.
I just knew the woman had played some part in my nephews’ disappearances. Today, something about the woman felt off. She gave me no hint of the desire she’d professed yesterday, and she didn’t act timid at all. Instead, today Dr. Trudy Warner was all icy bitchiness.
That faint glow around her said it all.
I didn’t think she’d been shining the last time I’d seen her. But now I couldn’t be sure of anything. If the Aellei were involved, I might have met with an imposter yesterday, one that at least had the sense to mask herself better than she was now.
Studying the luminescent glow around the taller but still stout woman, I noted the abrupt way she stood, her legs splayed slightly wider than a woman’s stance. Her archaic dialogue was a definite tell. And the way she looked at me… “She” was most likely a “he.”
Who the hell had taught this whelp to transform?
“Well, Mr. Arim? I suspect you’d best take your leave before I call upon the appropriate authorities.” Trudy crossed her arms over her chest and glared.
I sighed. “I can kill you, or you can tell me what’s really going on. I’m feeling generous, so it’s your choice.”
Trudy stammered. “I-I don’t know what possessed you to say such a thing, but if you take one more step I’ll call —”
“The appropriate authorities. I know.” The thin tether on my patience drew taut. “Your speech is pathetic. I thought your kind visited this plane rather frequently.”
Trudy blanched and looked beyond me, giving me just enough notice to narrowly avoid a blast of green fire from my immediate left. Stabbing my fingers at the source of the attack, I retaliated and heard a muffled cry before the figure turned to stone.
