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She turned partway, and those green eyes zeroed in on him. He fought not to go to her, fought not to touch her, pull her close, and feel her softness against his hardness as he drew in a deep, steady breath. His cock flooded with blood, painfully heavy and erect in seconds.
“So, are we getting on with this or what?” She looked him up and down, and dismissed him just as quickly to focus her green stare on his men. He released his pent-up breath on a long, slow exhale. Thank fuck she’d not meant what he wanted with that question. There was one very big thing he wanted her to get on, but not in front of his men.
Each man earned a less than approving glance from Tabithia before she locked gazes with him again. She shook her head, as if already tired of them.
“Well?”
He couldn’t speak. Among the list of reactions he had to her, a smile wanted to tug his lips up at her behaviour. She cocked her head to the side as she watched him.
No one spoke. With his peripheral vision, he could see his men look from her to him and back again.
“Well? Cat got your tongue? Let’s hit it. I have plans, and they don’t include standing around wasting time, Sparkie.”
“Aeros, my name is Aeros. This is Ajax, my second in command. The two men on the couch are Galen—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Holding a hand up, she stopped him as easily as he would an insolent soldier. “Let me give you the set-up.” That slender hand rose and once again she started ticking off points—just as she had in the parking lot. “We are on a treasure hunt, not a vacation. I don’t need deets, just movement. The sooner we hit it, yep, that’s right, the sooner we call this a done deal. Now, come on, boys, let’s hit this.”
“You heard her, let’s hit it.” Ajax laughed, clearly amused, while the Bard grinned and stood.
Hand over heart, he bowed at the waist. “I’m called Galen, but I go by the Bard, as well.” Dark eyes and curly, thick, black hair hung to his collar. Galen was the image of a Greek, tall, broad-shouldered and dark of eye and hair. The man had always had a way with words. “I’m honoured to meet such a beautiful, stunning member of the Jade coven.”
Iridescent green eyes focused on Galen with a thoughtful look before she nodded in approval. “You catch on quick, Bard. Compliments always get rewarded.”
Always? Swallowing past the dryness in his throat, Aeros stepped forward.
Aaron stood at the same time and caught her attention. “Aaron, at your service, little lady.”
Aaron hadn’t seemed so alive in centuries. His dark face, bronzed from years under the sun, creased in an unfamiliar flash of white teeth. He’d once had a family of his own, Aeros recalled suddenly. He’d had a daughter, bright and smiling, the light of her father’s eye. Even for a Spartan, Aaron had been fierce, but not to his daughter. He’d spent many years keeping her from the ways of war. Looking at him now, Aeros could see the man who once had defied the King of Sparta himself over the time he’d spent with his family.
“Little lady? Are you like ancient or what?” Tabithia wrinkled her pert, little nose at the solemn warrior.
Aaron eyed her fondly, the unfamiliar smile on his face growing. “Very, it would seem. I am the eldest.”
Looking duly impressed with Aaron’s boast, she grinned up at him. “Uh, yeah, clue? It’s Tabithia, or, if you must, ‘beautiful’, but ‘little lady’? Not a chance.”
Around him, his men softened, apparently liking her straightforward teasing. Stephano moved closer to her, but as she had with Aeros last night, she kept distance between herself and the redheaded warrior. Aeros wasn’t going to examine how much that pleased him.
“I am called Stephano, Tabithia.” Stephano took another step towards her.
Aeros’ shoulders tensed, and he fisted his hands.
Tabithia retreated and rolled her eyes, clearly not impressed with the warrior known for pleasuring whole
She turned partway, and those green eyes zeroed in on him. He fought not to go to her, fought not to touch her, pull her close, and feel her softness against his hardness as he drew in a deep, steady breath. His cock flooded with blood, painfully heavy and erect in seconds.
“So, are we getting on with this or what?” She looked him up and down, and dismissed him just as quickly to focus her green stare on his men. He released his pent-up breath on a long, slow exhale. Thank fuck she’d not meant what he wanted with that question. There was one very big thing he wanted her to get on, but not in front of his men.
Each man earned a less than approving glance from Tabithia before she locked gazes with him again. She shook her head, as if already tired of them.
“Well?”
He couldn’t speak. Among the list of reactions he had to her, a smile wanted to tug his lips up at her behaviour. She cocked her head to the side as she watched him.
No one spoke. With his peripheral vision, he could see his men look from her to him and back again.
“Well? Cat got your tongue? Let’s hit it. I have plans, and they don’t include standing around wasting time, Sparkie.”
“Aeros, my name is Aeros. This is Ajax, my second in command. The two men on the couch are Galen—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Holding a hand up, she stopped him as easily as he would an insolent soldier. “Let me give you the set-up.” That slender hand rose and once again she started ticking off points—just as she had in the parking lot. “We are on a treasure hunt, not a vacation. I don’t need deets, just movement. The sooner we hit it, yep, that’s right, the sooner we call this a done deal. Now, come on, boys, let’s hit this.”
“You heard her, let’s hit it.” Ajax laughed, clearly amused, while the Bard grinned and stood.
Hand over heart, he bowed at the waist. “I’m called Galen, but I go by the Bard, as well.” Dark eyes and curly, thick, black hair hung to his collar. Galen was the image of a Greek, tall, broad-shouldered and dark of eye and hair. The man had always had a way with words. “I’m honoured to meet such a beautiful, stunning member of the Jade coven.”
Iridescent green eyes focused on Galen with a thoughtful look before she nodded in approval. “You catch on quick, Bard. Compliments always get rewarded.”
Always? Swallowing past the dryness in his throat, Aeros stepped forward.
Aaron stood at the same time and caught her attention. “Aaron, at your service, little lady.”
Aaron hadn’t seemed so alive in centuries. His dark face, bronzed from years under the sun, creased in an unfamiliar flash of white teeth. He’d once had a family of his own, Aeros recalled suddenly. He’d had a daughter, bright and smiling, the light of her father’s eye. Even for a Spartan, Aaron had been fierce, but not to his daughter. He’d spent many years keeping her from the ways of war. Looking at him now, Aeros could see the man who once had defied the King of Sparta himself over the time he’d spent with his family.
“Little lady? Are you like ancient or what?” Tabithia wrinkled her pert, little nose at the solemn warrior.
Aaron eyed her fondly, the unfamiliar smile on his face growing. “Very, it would seem. I am the eldest.”
Looking duly impressed with Aaron’s boast, she grinned up at him. “Uh, yeah, clue? It’s Tabithia, or, if you must, ‘beautiful’, but ‘little lady’? Not a chance.”
Around him, his men softened, apparently liking her straightforward teasing. Stephano moved closer to her, but as she had with Aeros last night, she kept distance between herself and the redheaded warrior. Aeros wasn’t going to examine how much that pleased him.
“I am called Stephano, Tabithia.” Stephano took another step towards her.
Aeros’ shoulders tensed, and he fisted his hands.
Tabithia retreated and rolled her eyes, clearly not impressed with the warrior known for pleasuring whole
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