Baz drew up the laces of his britches but had to leave them loose.His erection was painfully tight, and even Moncho’s … Monchoness wasn’t yet enough for his dick to forget that he’d just had the most mesmerizing woman of his entire life.That he wanted her still.
She hadn’t asked for his permission to touch him.He hadn’t granted it.And yet … she hadn’t needed it.Her touch had felt as natural against his skin as his own.And she tasted … real and vibrant and …like coming home.There it was again, the prickish little voice that suggested a possibility so far-fetched it couldn’t be real.
But, by the Ethers, he wanted her so fucking badly.Her scent—herarousedscent—was so dense in the air it was all he could smell.He struggled to organize his thoughts.
“What I do or don’t do is none of your damn business,” Alobaz told Moncho, glancing over his shoulder.
His prisoner’s clothing was destroyed.She clutched the pieces to her chest and middle.So much tantalizingly delicious flesh revealed itself around the torn skirt and bustier.
“Oh, is that what we’re doing now?”Moncho demanded.“Pretending we’re not friends?Just the lofty general of the vast, grand empire and his minion?”
Alobaz turned to face his friend.His shoulders slumped.“No, man, that’s not what we’re doing here.”
“Whatareyou doing here?”
Scorchit, Alobaz had no fucking idea.He ran his hands through his hair again, only to pull more strands free.He frowned.
“Why are you here?You’re early.”
“Good thing too.”He allowed the censure to linger.Alobaz ignored it.“Someone’s here for you.Two someones, actually.”
“Who?”
“A parvnit for you.”Moncho looked over Baz’s shoulder.“A goblin for her.”
“What?”
“The parvnit’s an investigatory soldier in your dad’s whatever-whatever.She won’t shut up about it.It’s fucking annoying.”
“What’s she want?”
“She says she has information about the cunt you need to know.”
Baz glanced at his prisoner.Her face was suddenly tight.
“Did she suggest what?”
“Nope.Says it’s for your ears only.”
“And the goblin?”
“Keeps arguing with the parvnit, though she’s not making it clear about what.Seems, though, that the goblin wants the parvnit to shut the fuck up.”
“So the goblin knows about the prisoner too.”
“Looks like.”
Baz turned toward his prisoner again.He could hardly keep himself from looking at her.“Do you know who they are?”
She gulped, making her dampening collar bob.Baz’s gaze lingered on the graceful column of her throat.
“I do,” she said.
“Is there anything you want to tell me before I go out there?”
“No.But I would like to speak with the two of them before you do.”
“No chance of that.”
