all.”
Narath’s eyes were suddenly alight with fire.
“I had to,” he said, his voice almost shaking with emotion. “If they’d hurt you… Living without you would be unthinkable.”
Urenya was left speechless by that. The sudden, brutal honesty took her breath away. Of course she’d learned all about the fated couples, but the words had sounded so hollow to her then. All the absolutes, and promises, and vows never to take a single step without the other. It had seemed… over the top to her. She understood passion and caring about someone, but the way fated couples looked at each other was simply beyond her.
And there she stood, watching Narath looking at her, knowing for a fact he meant it, certain that he hadn’t lied. Her heart thudded. After all, hadn’t she thought the same? As they’d transported Narath to the Triumphant for the operation, hadn’t she refused to even consider the fact that Narath could die and leave her alone. In every context she could recall where she thought of him dying, her own future had been blank, as though it didn’t exist beyond her gerion .
She must have shown some of that on her face, because Narath took her hand into his big palm, holding it with gentleness she hadn’t thought the giant could muster.
“I can’t believe I have to fight you,” was all she could whisper, and then they both smiled. The traditions couldn’t keep them apart for long when death had tried its best.
CHAPTER SIX
Narath
Narath had always been a proper Brion. He’d respected the Elders, as all Brions did. He’d learned to fight with the spear, although it was quite obvious another weapon would have suited him better. Overall, he knew his place, he did his duty and was very good at it. Never had he questioned a part of the Brion way, until now.
The only comfort he had was that it was driving Urenya as mad as him. For his part, he didn’t know what was worse – when he didn’t know if he could ever hold her perfect body in his arms, or now that he knew he would, but for some reason had to hold off for a proper period of time.
He’d asked Urenya what she thought. The look on her face had been both so sad and so devious it had taken him all his self-control not to lift her into his lap and kiss her like her lips clearly begged him to.
“I think the Elders who came up with the concept had to have been extremely disappointed with their fated,” Urenya said.
“Are you?” he asked her, teasing, knowing that underneath all her happiness there was something else.
After all, he’d been there the day she arrived at Diego’s home and he’d seen the way the tragedy had broken her. As much as he knew, one never fully healed from a thing like that. Trying to imagine what his life would be like if something happened to Urenya was so unbearable he stopped torturing himself.
Her eyes were sparkling when she looked him straight in the eye and said very quietly,
“No.”
Growling, he pulled her onto his lap after all, kissing the soft lips that opened for him readily, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. After a week of healing, Brion science had worked its magic on him, and even though bits of him still ached, he shrugged off the pain of regrowing organs as if it was nothing. Some parts of his body seemed quite fine, after all. His cock strained against his pants, pressed against the soft folds of Urenya’s healer robes. Everything about her was soft, as much as he’d been allowed to explore. Her lips, her skin, her breasts that fit right into his hands, but always for a mere moment before Urenya slipped out of his grasp.
“No, no,” Urenya said, laughing, pushing him away, which he allowed.
Brion men, especially Brion warriors, never intruded where their gesha didn’t allow them. It was fair; after all, the geshas usually had no physical might to push them away so they had to pull back.
“This is torture,” he grunted when Urenya went back to her work.
He was spending a
Narath’s eyes were suddenly alight with fire.
“I had to,” he said, his voice almost shaking with emotion. “If they’d hurt you… Living without you would be unthinkable.”
Urenya was left speechless by that. The sudden, brutal honesty took her breath away. Of course she’d learned all about the fated couples, but the words had sounded so hollow to her then. All the absolutes, and promises, and vows never to take a single step without the other. It had seemed… over the top to her. She understood passion and caring about someone, but the way fated couples looked at each other was simply beyond her.
And there she stood, watching Narath looking at her, knowing for a fact he meant it, certain that he hadn’t lied. Her heart thudded. After all, hadn’t she thought the same? As they’d transported Narath to the Triumphant for the operation, hadn’t she refused to even consider the fact that Narath could die and leave her alone. In every context she could recall where she thought of him dying, her own future had been blank, as though it didn’t exist beyond her gerion .
She must have shown some of that on her face, because Narath took her hand into his big palm, holding it with gentleness she hadn’t thought the giant could muster.
“I can’t believe I have to fight you,” was all she could whisper, and then they both smiled. The traditions couldn’t keep them apart for long when death had tried its best.
CHAPTER SIX
Narath
Narath had always been a proper Brion. He’d respected the Elders, as all Brions did. He’d learned to fight with the spear, although it was quite obvious another weapon would have suited him better. Overall, he knew his place, he did his duty and was very good at it. Never had he questioned a part of the Brion way, until now.
The only comfort he had was that it was driving Urenya as mad as him. For his part, he didn’t know what was worse – when he didn’t know if he could ever hold her perfect body in his arms, or now that he knew he would, but for some reason had to hold off for a proper period of time.
He’d asked Urenya what she thought. The look on her face had been both so sad and so devious it had taken him all his self-control not to lift her into his lap and kiss her like her lips clearly begged him to.
“I think the Elders who came up with the concept had to have been extremely disappointed with their fated,” Urenya said.
“Are you?” he asked her, teasing, knowing that underneath all her happiness there was something else.
After all, he’d been there the day she arrived at Diego’s home and he’d seen the way the tragedy had broken her. As much as he knew, one never fully healed from a thing like that. Trying to imagine what his life would be like if something happened to Urenya was so unbearable he stopped torturing himself.
Her eyes were sparkling when she looked him straight in the eye and said very quietly,
“No.”
Growling, he pulled her onto his lap after all, kissing the soft lips that opened for him readily, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. After a week of healing, Brion science had worked its magic on him, and even though bits of him still ached, he shrugged off the pain of regrowing organs as if it was nothing. Some parts of his body seemed quite fine, after all. His cock strained against his pants, pressed against the soft folds of Urenya’s healer robes. Everything about her was soft, as much as he’d been allowed to explore. Her lips, her skin, her breasts that fit right into his hands, but always for a mere moment before Urenya slipped out of his grasp.
“No, no,” Urenya said, laughing, pushing him away, which he allowed.
Brion men, especially Brion warriors, never intruded where their gesha didn’t allow them. It was fair; after all, the geshas usually had no physical might to push them away so they had to pull back.
“This is torture,” he grunted when Urenya went back to her work.
He was spending a
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