beside her room, fixing it in her mind for a reference point. The weaving boasted a bare-chested man standing over his opponent. Along the bottom, she made out the word Dajarka , though Jacey had no idea what it meant.
She started down the hall, noticing a large, ornately carved door. For a moment, she wondered if it was Aidan’s door. Low, throaty laughter came from inside, and she instantly recognized the husky notes as belonging to Aidan. A higher-pitched giggle followed. A child?
Jacey paused. She curled her hand around the doorknob. Heart pounding, she turned it, then paused. What if she intruded? Aidan had told her he was going to work, and his laugh sounded too lighthearted for work. Surely he hadn’t lied to her.
She pushed the door open.
Aidan sat on a rug in front of the hearth, a pile of small furry creatures in his lap. Beside him stood a tall, slender blonde woman. Her silver scarves barely concealed her breasts, and the skirt gave ample view of the woman’s trim buttocks. A towheaded boy stood beside her, clearly the woman’s son. He giggled again as one of the furry creatures covered in gray tiger-striped fur lunged from the pile to lick Aidan’s chin.
Aidan tipped his head back. His booming laugh filled the room. With gentle hands he picked up the four-legged animal. Its small ears swiveled toward the man holding it, and it made a small cry, almost like a meow. The creature turned its head and Jacey saw the pointed snout. It looked like a cross between a cat and a dog. The quivering mass of bodies made her think of a litter of puppies.
Aidan swung the tiny creature above his head. The beast made a light growling noise, then shrieked. Instantly, he pulled it back to his chest, cuddling the animal. He made soothing noises and patted the creature on the head.
He looked up. His eyes widened when he saw Jacey standing at the doorway. With a smile, he held out the wriggling gray body toward her. “Would you like to play with a furmarup ?”
“A furma-what?” Jacey asked. She stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind her. Some of the catlike creatures were crawling out of Aidan’s lap and she didn’t want any to escape.
“A furmarup.”
“They look like kittens with pointy noses to me,” Jacey replied. She strode toward the group, noticing Aidan’s gaze caressing every inch of her body. In the silken gown with no undergarments, she felt sexy. The fabric caressed her breasts, her nipples hardening against it. The slinky material moved over her buttocks, and she wondered if they made sheets out of the stuff. For a moment, she imagined Aidan laying her down, his lips moving over her body until he drank from the heart of her, the silken sheets sliding against her back. Her pussy tightened and grew damp. She knelt in front of Aidan, which put her breasts at eye level. His gaze seemed riveted to the points of her nipples pressing against the fabric. “I thought you were going to catch up on work.”
Reluctantly, Aidan drug his gaze back to her face. “My steward, Ailissa, handled everything in my absence. This is her son, Bani. His furmarup had a litter shortly after I left, and he couldn’t wait to show me the kits.”
“I see,” she said, her gaze suddenly riveted by his hardening cock as it pressed against the fabric of his robe. The gown barely covered his knees, his bare calves and feet poking out from beneath the hem. She licked her lips, and Aidan’s gaze followed the movement.
Aidan scooped up the furmarups in his lap. “I think the kits have had enough excitement for today,” he said, handing them back to Ailissa.
She nodded. “I’ll see to it that you’re not disturbed.” With a soft smile for Jacey, she herded her son and the furmarups from the room. As soon as she’d left, Aidan reached for her.
He clasped her ribs, pulling her down into his lap. Jacey straddled him, her skirt riding high on her thighs. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.
She started down the hall, noticing a large, ornately carved door. For a moment, she wondered if it was Aidan’s door. Low, throaty laughter came from inside, and she instantly recognized the husky notes as belonging to Aidan. A higher-pitched giggle followed. A child?
Jacey paused. She curled her hand around the doorknob. Heart pounding, she turned it, then paused. What if she intruded? Aidan had told her he was going to work, and his laugh sounded too lighthearted for work. Surely he hadn’t lied to her.
She pushed the door open.
Aidan sat on a rug in front of the hearth, a pile of small furry creatures in his lap. Beside him stood a tall, slender blonde woman. Her silver scarves barely concealed her breasts, and the skirt gave ample view of the woman’s trim buttocks. A towheaded boy stood beside her, clearly the woman’s son. He giggled again as one of the furry creatures covered in gray tiger-striped fur lunged from the pile to lick Aidan’s chin.
Aidan tipped his head back. His booming laugh filled the room. With gentle hands he picked up the four-legged animal. Its small ears swiveled toward the man holding it, and it made a small cry, almost like a meow. The creature turned its head and Jacey saw the pointed snout. It looked like a cross between a cat and a dog. The quivering mass of bodies made her think of a litter of puppies.
Aidan swung the tiny creature above his head. The beast made a light growling noise, then shrieked. Instantly, he pulled it back to his chest, cuddling the animal. He made soothing noises and patted the creature on the head.
He looked up. His eyes widened when he saw Jacey standing at the doorway. With a smile, he held out the wriggling gray body toward her. “Would you like to play with a furmarup ?”
“A furma-what?” Jacey asked. She stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind her. Some of the catlike creatures were crawling out of Aidan’s lap and she didn’t want any to escape.
“A furmarup.”
“They look like kittens with pointy noses to me,” Jacey replied. She strode toward the group, noticing Aidan’s gaze caressing every inch of her body. In the silken gown with no undergarments, she felt sexy. The fabric caressed her breasts, her nipples hardening against it. The slinky material moved over her buttocks, and she wondered if they made sheets out of the stuff. For a moment, she imagined Aidan laying her down, his lips moving over her body until he drank from the heart of her, the silken sheets sliding against her back. Her pussy tightened and grew damp. She knelt in front of Aidan, which put her breasts at eye level. His gaze seemed riveted to the points of her nipples pressing against the fabric. “I thought you were going to catch up on work.”
Reluctantly, Aidan drug his gaze back to her face. “My steward, Ailissa, handled everything in my absence. This is her son, Bani. His furmarup had a litter shortly after I left, and he couldn’t wait to show me the kits.”
“I see,” she said, her gaze suddenly riveted by his hardening cock as it pressed against the fabric of his robe. The gown barely covered his knees, his bare calves and feet poking out from beneath the hem. She licked her lips, and Aidan’s gaze followed the movement.
Aidan scooped up the furmarups in his lap. “I think the kits have had enough excitement for today,” he said, handing them back to Ailissa.
She nodded. “I’ll see to it that you’re not disturbed.” With a soft smile for Jacey, she herded her son and the furmarups from the room. As soon as she’d left, Aidan reached for her.
He clasped her ribs, pulling her down into his lap. Jacey straddled him, her skirt riding high on her thighs. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.
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