meal.”
Sera’s timid voice came from behind Ramar but
Vesa couldn’t see her friend thanks to Ramar’s bulk filling her
vision. Relief at Sera’s presence caused Vesa to slump back against
the freezer. The Warlords were not big on causing scenes unless it
was the training matches they took part of in the front courtyard
where they tossed one another around on the ground or attempted to
mutilate one another with their weapons.
Ramar made no effort to turn and face Sera.
His eyes narrowed and Vesa trembled beneath his stare. “We will be
a moment, Sera.”
He raised his voice. “Everyone out!”
The tone brooked no refusal. Feminine gasps
reached her ears then footsteps scattered and minutes later they
were alone save for the hum of the freezer at her back. Vesa
straightened and lifted her chin. He had nothing of interest to say
to her. “Let me past.”
“No.” His arms crossed over his chest,
drawing her gaze before she jerked her eyes back up.
“Fine. What do you want?”
Lips turned down, he gifted her with another
fierce glare. “Did you join with Maen?”
Vesa worried one of her fangs with her tongue
then opted for a non-answer. “It’s none of your business.”
Ramar’s fist pounded into his palm. The loud
smack had Vesa jumping as her pulse raced. She licked her lips and
smoothed her hands down her skirts to rid them of the dampness.
“Answer me, Vesa,” he growled, taking a step
forward.
She leaned back, craning her neck. “No. Does
that make you happy?”
He took another step and now their chests
brushed each time Vesa inhaled. Her thighs clamped together and she
clenched her fists to keep from reaching for him. Ramar had no such
qualms and lifted a strand of her midnight-colored hair. “Have you
joined with another Raasa male then? Who has your bed, Vesa? Tell
me.”
He was too close and when he lowered his
head, Vesa closed her eyes in anticipation. She waited for the
press of his lips, the touch of his mouth on hers but there was
nothing. Vesa opened her eyes to find Ramar studying her
intently.
“Your people favor kisses,” he rasped, breath
feathering over her face.
Thankfully, her golden skin tones muted most
of her blush. Vesa gave his chest another hard push, unable to meet
his stare. “You no longer have to worry about what my people favor.”
Kabanians didn’t kiss, didn’t believe in
pleasure between a man and woman in the bedroom. She’d heard it all
before. In fact, his beliefs about sex were the main reason Vesa
had ended matters between them after only one night. She yearned
for a partner that would fulfill all her needs and the attraction
she felt for the Warlord had led her to believe he could be her
mate. Unfortunately their time together had proved he held no
interest in pleasing a female in bed. He’d taken his relief and
left Vesa’s bed before she could catch her breath.
After speaking with Mikayla, Vesa understood
his actions were the result of his culture but it didn’t ease the
embarrassment she’d suffered nor did it help to know his Overlord
Vaan and fellow Warlord Balal made their relationships with Raasa
female work while Ramar had done nothing of the kind with her. Of
course she’d made it clear he wasn’t welcome back in her arms but
that was because she’d been so hurt by his cold withdrawal from her
bed.
Vesa lifted her head and blinked away the
moisture gathering.
“You cry?” Ramar’s gaze widened and he
dropped the strands of hair he’d been rubbing to catch the wet
trail of a tear. Another followed the first and Vesa sniffed while
wiping away the evidence of her pain. Her lips twisted. “Don’t
worry, Warlord. I won’t scare you with my emotional outburst.”
Some of the women laughed at how fast the
Warlords ran at the first sign of crying from one of them. Vesa
didn’t feel like laughing now. She ducked under his raised arm,
making her escape. This time she went straight to her room, knowing
he would not follow.
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Sera’s timid voice came from behind Ramar but
Vesa couldn’t see her friend thanks to Ramar’s bulk filling her
vision. Relief at Sera’s presence caused Vesa to slump back against
the freezer. The Warlords were not big on causing scenes unless it
was the training matches they took part of in the front courtyard
where they tossed one another around on the ground or attempted to
mutilate one another with their weapons.
Ramar made no effort to turn and face Sera.
His eyes narrowed and Vesa trembled beneath his stare. “We will be
a moment, Sera.”
He raised his voice. “Everyone out!”
The tone brooked no refusal. Feminine gasps
reached her ears then footsteps scattered and minutes later they
were alone save for the hum of the freezer at her back. Vesa
straightened and lifted her chin. He had nothing of interest to say
to her. “Let me past.”
“No.” His arms crossed over his chest,
drawing her gaze before she jerked her eyes back up.
“Fine. What do you want?”
Lips turned down, he gifted her with another
fierce glare. “Did you join with Maen?”
Vesa worried one of her fangs with her tongue
then opted for a non-answer. “It’s none of your business.”
Ramar’s fist pounded into his palm. The loud
smack had Vesa jumping as her pulse raced. She licked her lips and
smoothed her hands down her skirts to rid them of the dampness.
“Answer me, Vesa,” he growled, taking a step
forward.
She leaned back, craning her neck. “No. Does
that make you happy?”
He took another step and now their chests
brushed each time Vesa inhaled. Her thighs clamped together and she
clenched her fists to keep from reaching for him. Ramar had no such
qualms and lifted a strand of her midnight-colored hair. “Have you
joined with another Raasa male then? Who has your bed, Vesa? Tell
me.”
He was too close and when he lowered his
head, Vesa closed her eyes in anticipation. She waited for the
press of his lips, the touch of his mouth on hers but there was
nothing. Vesa opened her eyes to find Ramar studying her
intently.
“Your people favor kisses,” he rasped, breath
feathering over her face.
Thankfully, her golden skin tones muted most
of her blush. Vesa gave his chest another hard push, unable to meet
his stare. “You no longer have to worry about what my people favor.”
Kabanians didn’t kiss, didn’t believe in
pleasure between a man and woman in the bedroom. She’d heard it all
before. In fact, his beliefs about sex were the main reason Vesa
had ended matters between them after only one night. She yearned
for a partner that would fulfill all her needs and the attraction
she felt for the Warlord had led her to believe he could be her
mate. Unfortunately their time together had proved he held no
interest in pleasing a female in bed. He’d taken his relief and
left Vesa’s bed before she could catch her breath.
After speaking with Mikayla, Vesa understood
his actions were the result of his culture but it didn’t ease the
embarrassment she’d suffered nor did it help to know his Overlord
Vaan and fellow Warlord Balal made their relationships with Raasa
female work while Ramar had done nothing of the kind with her. Of
course she’d made it clear he wasn’t welcome back in her arms but
that was because she’d been so hurt by his cold withdrawal from her
bed.
Vesa lifted her head and blinked away the
moisture gathering.
“You cry?” Ramar’s gaze widened and he
dropped the strands of hair he’d been rubbing to catch the wet
trail of a tear. Another followed the first and Vesa sniffed while
wiping away the evidence of her pain. Her lips twisted. “Don’t
worry, Warlord. I won’t scare you with my emotional outburst.”
Some of the women laughed at how fast the
Warlords ran at the first sign of crying from one of them. Vesa
didn’t feel like laughing now. She ducked under his raised arm,
making her escape. This time she went straight to her room, knowing
he would not follow.
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