“No,” Wex said with a laugh. “I was a boy when they took me into slavery. Larsinc’s a Ketturan warrior and half Linzen.”
“I can tell he’s half Linzen. The Linzen people have such beautiful features. Haven’t they been taken for breeding, for the bloodlines, all throughout history?”
“They were. Not anymore.” He released her arms. “You have the look of the Linzen in your face. Are you half as well?”
“No, but maybe a quarter.” she said, rubbing her arms, which tingled slightly. “No one will say. Now there’s no one left to say.”
Wex’s hand slid down to her belly. “If I bred you, maybe my little girl’s eyes would be green.”
She pushed his hand away. “You can’t breed me,” she snapped.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t want that? Canypscan girls have the best voices. When my cousin sings, people throw themselves at her feet and weep.”
“I’m sure,” she said sarcastically.
He laughed, leaning close. “If you were pregnant, I’d shower you with jewels and lick your pussy every night until you screamed my name to the stars,” he whispered.
She shivered. “You shouldn’t talk that way.”
“I think I should. I think if I put a finger inside you right now, I’d find you as ready as you were earlier.”
She flushed. “I think bodies react to being seduced. It doesn’t mean I want a lasting reminder of my time as a handmaiden.”
“Finished painting?” Tok asked when he reentered the chamber.
Wex held out a hand to show off his artwork.
Tok nodded. “It’s good.” He took her arm and led her to the examination table.
Zawri tried to pull back. “No. Why are you taking me here?”
He turned and looked down at her. The danger in his smoky dark eyes made her heart thump harder.
“Are you feeling defiant?” His arm snaked around her, and his palm gripped her buttock.
She sucked in a breath, her gaze trapped in his. “I don’t need to be placed in straps.” She shoved his chest with both hands. His body swayed for a moment, then steadied and he leaned forward, looking down at her palms against him.
The corner of his mouth curved up. “Wex, you’d better put her on the table before I smudge your artwork.”
“Come here,” Wex said, grabbing her hips and pulling her back.
“No! Wex, don’t! I don’t need to be on that table!”
He lifted her onto it. An instant later, Roll was forcing her back. Within moments her arms and legs were restrained.
She struggled for several moments and then gave up.
“You’re impossible! All of you!”
“Don’t be too rough,” Wex said before leaving.
Something cool and foamy was applied to her pussy. She sucked in a breath at the intimacy of being soaped up there.
“Be still, girl,” Tok ordered.
Roll placed a hand on her thigh and squeezed gently. “It won’t hurt.”
A moment later she felt the air on her skin as a blade snaked over it. “Why must I be shorn?”
