“Is that… Does he have a tail?”
“Yes,” Ellard said.“I’ve heard of the Kiraxes race, but I’ve never seen one in person.They’re fierce fighters and very territorial.”
“What do they use their tail for?”
“I don’t know.He has horns and scaled skin too.”
“Perhaps he grasps with his tail and then gores his victim,” Gweneth said.“I don’t feel like having sex.”
Ellard ran his hand down her back, a slow, comforting slide.“We need to send them some energy.”
“I know.”Gweneth sighed and grasped his face so he glanced at her.“It’s the situation, Ellard.Not you.”
“I understand.”He repeated her words then kissed her, his lips silky soft and tempting.“If I don’t get a chance to tell you…”
She slapped a hand across his mouth and glared into his kind face.“Don’t you dare speak now.We can say everything we need to say to one another once we return to Viros.Do you hear me?”
Ellard peeled her fingers away from his mouth.“I think Leeam and Sheera heard you.”
“We did,” a soft voice carried to them from the other cell.
“Not helping,” Gweneth snapped.
“No more talking.The horned man means every word.Now close your eyes and pretend we’re lying in your favorite place and we’re all alone.You tell me where we are.”
Gweneth racked her brain and smiled.“We’re on Viros, and we’re having a picnic on Keira’s farm.We’re at their swimming hole.”
“The perfect place,” Ellard whispered.“Have we gone swimming?”
The vision exploded in her mind and she started talking.“We arrived at the picnic spot on your cambeest.It’s hot, and we wanted to refresh ourselves.After your cambeest has taken a drink, we remove his saddle and tether him.He’s happy and busy snacking on the different plants.We’re hot too, so we strip off all our clothes and go for a swim.The water is cold and I stop mid-thigh deep.You splash me and start a water war.”
Ellard laughed against her temple, his warm breath feathering downward.“I bet I win.”
“We both win.Once we’re both wet, we relax in the shallow water.It’s warmer and more comfortable.Your arm is around me, holding me tight, and I feel happy and secure.”
“Give me two arms, kitten.Let me be whole in your dream.”
Her eyes flicked open, and she frowned.“I’ll do that but know this.To me, you are whole.You’re strong and kind and a good man.I don’t need two arms.”
Sadness tinged his faint smile, and she made a mental note to reassure him another time.The truth—she didn’t notice his missing arm, not when the male was so big and strong and managed to work around the disability most of the time.
“Shush, kitten.Tell me what we do next.”
Obediently, she closed her eyes and sank back into her vision.Heat.Water.Naked bodies.Ellard.
“You start touching me.A phantom skim of fingers across my face.”She felt the light touch of his fingers and smiled, releasing the tension she’d held in her body and relaxing against him.“You grasp my hip and hold me still while you explore my breasts.You pinch and tug and stir a longing inside me, an emptiness that only you can fill.”
His hand slipped beneath her tunic and up to her breast.He stroked her nipple through the lacy cup of her bra, the friction sending the first stirrings of arousal to life.
“Your skin is soft.I love touching your skin.”
Gweneth wriggled and tugged up her tunic to bare her bra.
“Tug it aside for me, so I can lick your nipples.”
Gweneth wriggled again and unfastened the hooks so it fell away from her breasts.
“Beautiful,” he whispered and dipped his head.
