moved down his back, pressing his thumbs into Elliot’s flesh.
“Makes me think you’ve had many lovers.”
“I have. But I forget their faces when I look at you.”
Elliot raised an eyebrow. “And how many people have you said that to?”
“Just one.”
The prince shivered. Everything about Blaine was alluring. His touch, his words, his physique. “If you want to…you know…complete the wedding ceremony. I’m fine with that.”
“Will you tell me why you were crying the first time?”
Elliot’s body tensed. “It’s not something I really want to talk about.”
Blaine leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Elliot’s shoulder, then whispered in his ear. “Every part of me aches for every part of you, and it’s because of that, that I can’t do what you ask. Not until you really want me to.”
Elliot was about to object, to argue he really did want Blaine to make love to him. But the words caught in his throat. The knight was right. There was a part he couldn’t hand over. If Elliot admitted to Blaine about Zariya, and tell him that he planned to take Zariya as his second wife as soon as possible, Blaine might never consummate the marriage. If that happened, it could be dissolved and everyone would be back where they started, at each other’s throats.
Blaine climbed between the furs which made Elliot miss the warmth of his body. He squirmed in Blaine’s direction. The knight pulled Elliot against his chest, entwining their legs together, holding him close. Without meaning to, Elliot sighed with contentment. In the darkness, Blaine whispered to him, “There is nothing I have that I wouldn’t happily give to you.”
Elliot stayed silent, knowing if he said anything Blaine would hear the tears in his voice. Why do you love me this much? I’ve done nothing to deserve it.
Chapter Fourteen
With her brother gone for over a week, things had already quieted down at the palace. Victoria was amazed at how much easier it was to walk around when she didn’t risk a chance encounter with the man that had scorned her. Victoria had just gone for a long ride with Marla. The fresh air and sunshine made her feel almost normal again.
She opened the door to her chambers and with a yelp, slammed it shut.
Marla’s eyes narrowed with concern. “What is it?”
“There is a…there’s a man in my room.”
Marla grabbed the hilt of her sword and pushed Victoria out of the way, ready to deal with any threat to the princess. She slowly opened the door, her eyes grew wide, and she too slammed the door shut.
“What are you doing?” Victoria snapped.
“The same thing you are. Hiding from the naked man in your room.”
“Go in there and get rid of him!”
“I don’t believe he’s waiting for me, Your Highness.”
“You must have some training on how to deal with this.”
A light flashed in Marla’s eyes. With a short nod, she started down the hall.
“Where are you going?” Victoria asked with desperation in her voice.
“My training teaches me to avoid naked men in that… ‘condition’ at all costs.” She gave a deep bow. “May the gods keep you and yours, Your Highness.”
Victoria turned back towards the door. She should have asked for a different protector as a child. Clearly, she had picked the runt of the litter. Scared off by one naked slave boy. Such cowardice.
Victoria gulped as she once again pulled open her heavy gold-plated door. He stood in the center of her sitting room unmoving, except for a slight rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. His bronze skin glistened with oil, and his nails had a silver polish on them. He stared at the floor with his hands clasped at his stomach, leaving his erection, which was tied in a bow, fully exposed.
Slavery was illegal in Entia. Centuries before, a great king declared that all people, being part of the divine, had certain rights. Their freedom being one of those. All Ghas slaves had been set free. But most of Fezam considered slavery
“Makes me think you’ve had many lovers.”
“I have. But I forget their faces when I look at you.”
Elliot raised an eyebrow. “And how many people have you said that to?”
“Just one.”
The prince shivered. Everything about Blaine was alluring. His touch, his words, his physique. “If you want to…you know…complete the wedding ceremony. I’m fine with that.”
“Will you tell me why you were crying the first time?”
Elliot’s body tensed. “It’s not something I really want to talk about.”
Blaine leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Elliot’s shoulder, then whispered in his ear. “Every part of me aches for every part of you, and it’s because of that, that I can’t do what you ask. Not until you really want me to.”
Elliot was about to object, to argue he really did want Blaine to make love to him. But the words caught in his throat. The knight was right. There was a part he couldn’t hand over. If Elliot admitted to Blaine about Zariya, and tell him that he planned to take Zariya as his second wife as soon as possible, Blaine might never consummate the marriage. If that happened, it could be dissolved and everyone would be back where they started, at each other’s throats.
Blaine climbed between the furs which made Elliot miss the warmth of his body. He squirmed in Blaine’s direction. The knight pulled Elliot against his chest, entwining their legs together, holding him close. Without meaning to, Elliot sighed with contentment. In the darkness, Blaine whispered to him, “There is nothing I have that I wouldn’t happily give to you.”
Elliot stayed silent, knowing if he said anything Blaine would hear the tears in his voice. Why do you love me this much? I’ve done nothing to deserve it.
Chapter Fourteen
With her brother gone for over a week, things had already quieted down at the palace. Victoria was amazed at how much easier it was to walk around when she didn’t risk a chance encounter with the man that had scorned her. Victoria had just gone for a long ride with Marla. The fresh air and sunshine made her feel almost normal again.
She opened the door to her chambers and with a yelp, slammed it shut.
Marla’s eyes narrowed with concern. “What is it?”
“There is a…there’s a man in my room.”
Marla grabbed the hilt of her sword and pushed Victoria out of the way, ready to deal with any threat to the princess. She slowly opened the door, her eyes grew wide, and she too slammed the door shut.
“What are you doing?” Victoria snapped.
“The same thing you are. Hiding from the naked man in your room.”
“Go in there and get rid of him!”
“I don’t believe he’s waiting for me, Your Highness.”
“You must have some training on how to deal with this.”
A light flashed in Marla’s eyes. With a short nod, she started down the hall.
“Where are you going?” Victoria asked with desperation in her voice.
“My training teaches me to avoid naked men in that… ‘condition’ at all costs.” She gave a deep bow. “May the gods keep you and yours, Your Highness.”
Victoria turned back towards the door. She should have asked for a different protector as a child. Clearly, she had picked the runt of the litter. Scared off by one naked slave boy. Such cowardice.
Victoria gulped as she once again pulled open her heavy gold-plated door. He stood in the center of her sitting room unmoving, except for a slight rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. His bronze skin glistened with oil, and his nails had a silver polish on them. He stared at the floor with his hands clasped at his stomach, leaving his erection, which was tied in a bow, fully exposed.
Slavery was illegal in Entia. Centuries before, a great king declared that all people, being part of the divine, had certain rights. Their freedom being one of those. All Ghas slaves had been set free. But most of Fezam considered slavery
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