then." He held the
sides of her head and his fingers gently massaged her head through her hair.
Alethi's eyes closed and her mouth parted. He staed at her full lips and
resisted the urge to kiss them. His hands worked their way down, his fingers
sensually massaging her ears, neck and shoulders. With each area that he
passed, she let out a sigh.
Arun felt the familiar stirring but did not
stop. He wanted to touch her. He wanted her to know his touches. As a near
immortal prince, he had everything and wanted nothing – except her. His hands
splayed on her stomach, fingers aching for skin to touch skin and then…the
pain. He backed away and grit his teeth breathing deeply to calm himself and
tolerate the pain.
He had never gone without sex for a whole
season in his life. There were always others who were willing to father his
children. Women presented themselves to him, but this lust-controlled human
would not throw herself at his feet! He wanted to take her so badly he was
often sleepless lying next to her. He could only touch her as her unconscious
form opened to him.
He, Prince Arun of Rehanathi, Commander of
the Grand Legion, High Intelligence of the Council of Minds and Ambassador to
the Seven Clans, was helpless with lust for a woman who would not beg to
copulate with him!
As soon as Arun calmed himself, he opened
his eyes and stared into the worried eyes of Princess Alethi. The object of his
desires. "It is complicated. I will have to ask the healer. Wait
here." He hurried out. He did not know how much longer he could stand
staying next to the only woman he ever lusted hungrily after. He wanted her so
much, he wanted to claim more than her body.
Chapter Eight
"Stupid, Alethi. Stupid!" Alethi
berated herself once Arun was gone. She had admitted that lust was enslaving
her to an elf – a being that believed just so! What's more, she used an
expression both Orrin and the king would give her an earful for. And how apt
was that expression for her self-abandonment?
Fuck me
? She could have
just said
shit
and it wouldn't have been as embarrassing. And it
wouldn't have been closer to the truth of what she wanted.
By the gods, she wanted him to have his way
with her! But it was not right and she wouldn't do it. Never do it. Was this
the reason why her kind had raped an elf? Because they were much too alluring
and tempting? Was this the only reason why her people committed the sin the
elves could not forgive? Now she knew what it was like to call on the last
vestiges of self-control in front of an elf in heat. Even she would blame the
elf if she ever jumped him, claiming that he had compelled her.
She understood now the root of their
differences. Elves were the epitome of control and patience. Their nature
allowed them to do so and they expect humans to exert the same measure of
control by the strength of their wills. It was why the races had trusted each
other before the divide. The loss of control by her people over an elf who
tested the limits of human endurance was the only cause.
Perhaps the division could be reconciled.
And she would do her best to reconcile them once she has the throne. The races
were each other's better half and it would be better for both if they worked
together instead of working apart.
Alethi took a deep breath and changed.
Again.
The thoughts that were plaguing her would
make her go insane. That and the fact that she was spending too much time in
the prince's chamber that every thought she turned to always went back to him.
She had to get it out of her system. She had to exert the control the elves
were no longer expecting of her. Her efforts would be the only way any
semblance of confidence could be restored to humans. And against, the express
order of the prince, she went out and took a walk.
The visions of Rehanathi cleared her
thoughts and the melodious merriment of the elves from the direction of the
lake where they bathed calmed her. Part of her was amazed at how the
sides of her head and his fingers gently massaged her head through her hair.
Alethi's eyes closed and her mouth parted. He staed at her full lips and
resisted the urge to kiss them. His hands worked their way down, his fingers
sensually massaging her ears, neck and shoulders. With each area that he
passed, she let out a sigh.
Arun felt the familiar stirring but did not
stop. He wanted to touch her. He wanted her to know his touches. As a near
immortal prince, he had everything and wanted nothing – except her. His hands
splayed on her stomach, fingers aching for skin to touch skin and then…the
pain. He backed away and grit his teeth breathing deeply to calm himself and
tolerate the pain.
He had never gone without sex for a whole
season in his life. There were always others who were willing to father his
children. Women presented themselves to him, but this lust-controlled human
would not throw herself at his feet! He wanted to take her so badly he was
often sleepless lying next to her. He could only touch her as her unconscious
form opened to him.
He, Prince Arun of Rehanathi, Commander of
the Grand Legion, High Intelligence of the Council of Minds and Ambassador to
the Seven Clans, was helpless with lust for a woman who would not beg to
copulate with him!
As soon as Arun calmed himself, he opened
his eyes and stared into the worried eyes of Princess Alethi. The object of his
desires. "It is complicated. I will have to ask the healer. Wait
here." He hurried out. He did not know how much longer he could stand
staying next to the only woman he ever lusted hungrily after. He wanted her so
much, he wanted to claim more than her body.
Chapter Eight
"Stupid, Alethi. Stupid!" Alethi
berated herself once Arun was gone. She had admitted that lust was enslaving
her to an elf – a being that believed just so! What's more, she used an
expression both Orrin and the king would give her an earful for. And how apt
was that expression for her self-abandonment?
Fuck me
? She could have
just said
shit
and it wouldn't have been as embarrassing. And it
wouldn't have been closer to the truth of what she wanted.
By the gods, she wanted him to have his way
with her! But it was not right and she wouldn't do it. Never do it. Was this
the reason why her kind had raped an elf? Because they were much too alluring
and tempting? Was this the only reason why her people committed the sin the
elves could not forgive? Now she knew what it was like to call on the last
vestiges of self-control in front of an elf in heat. Even she would blame the
elf if she ever jumped him, claiming that he had compelled her.
She understood now the root of their
differences. Elves were the epitome of control and patience. Their nature
allowed them to do so and they expect humans to exert the same measure of
control by the strength of their wills. It was why the races had trusted each
other before the divide. The loss of control by her people over an elf who
tested the limits of human endurance was the only cause.
Perhaps the division could be reconciled.
And she would do her best to reconcile them once she has the throne. The races
were each other's better half and it would be better for both if they worked
together instead of working apart.
Alethi took a deep breath and changed.
Again.
The thoughts that were plaguing her would
make her go insane. That and the fact that she was spending too much time in
the prince's chamber that every thought she turned to always went back to him.
She had to get it out of her system. She had to exert the control the elves
were no longer expecting of her. Her efforts would be the only way any
semblance of confidence could be restored to humans. And against, the express
order of the prince, she went out and took a walk.
The visions of Rehanathi cleared her
thoughts and the melodious merriment of the elves from the direction of the
lake where they bathed calmed her. Part of her was amazed at how the
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