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She'd lost track of the number of similar reports she'd had over the years
but to have it independently verified dug deep. She may not have been ready to
return before but she still felt like a failure. Galinn squeezed her shoulder and
she felt a steady flow of support along their bond.
"You on the other hand, have a very different reputation," he continued,
then huffed an exasperated sigh. "Not that the seers would stay quiet about it.
And that's the second part of the answer."
"What do they say?"
"They say your support and participation will be necessary to hold Earth
against a coming invasion. If they know more they're keeping it to themselves."
She arched her eyebrows. "You can't order them to answer?"
She couldn t believe anyone ever denied this warrior anything. He
snorted. "The Varangians don t answer to me. I can't order them to speak to
me. Or the goddess cult for that matter."
She sensed more than witnessed her mate tensing.
"The other seers?" he asked.
"Agree with Lady Rona's priestesses and they're just as close mouthed,"
he said, somewhat testily. "You know how rarely that happens."
Silence fell for several long seconds before Daggar broke it with a serious
gaze directed at Galinn. "I'm not attempting to take political advantage of your
mate, Galinn. I have no ulterior motive. These are the facts as I know them"
She considered breaking in and reminding them both that Galinn didn t
order her in these kind of matters, but she'd agreed to his insistence that
safety was his purview and she suspected that was all he was thinking about
now. She felt it. Finally, he nodded.
"Falkor is your negotiator?"
"Yes. He can also handle the details of moving your clan to Earth if you
wish."
"Understood."
They said their goodbyes, then disconnected.
"I should talk to my advisors about this."
"Later," he murmured.
He pulled her out of the chair and turned her to sit her on the desk. His
eyes were dark and hooded, promising heaven. Suddenly every nerve ending
she had was on fire. Damn. How did he do that? He unbuckled her sword belt,
slipped it free, and set it out the way. Fingers skimmed under the edge of her
shirt, trailed up her sides and shifted to cup her breasts. He rolled her nipples
between his fingers. Squeezed. She swore, just a little more pressure, a little
edge of pain, and she'd come. He knew it too. He stopped, tunneled his hands
in her hair and titled her face so he could look into her eyes.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered.
When he looked at her with so much desire in his eyes, she believed it.
Before she could frame a response, he kissed her. It was hot, fevered with a
touch of desperation. He broke away to pull her shirt over her head and
unsnap the front clasp on her bra, not bothering to tug it off before sucking
one hard nipple into his mouth. She cried out at the sensation, gripping the
edge of the desk as lust and pleasure surged through her. It wasn t enough.
Reaching between them, she opened his pants and palmed his cock. He
was hard and thick, jerking in her hand when she twisted her wrist and
stroked up and down his shaft. He growled and pulled her hand away. Undoing
her pants, he spun her around and then yanked them to her thighs. He spread
her thighs then dipped a finger to her opening. Slid the tip in and out slowly.
"You're already wet for me, princess." He lifted his finger to her lips.
"Taste how hot you are for me."
Oh, god. She sucked the digit into her mouth, scraping her teeth over the
pad as he pulled it out.
"Mmm. Should I have a taste too?"
He'd had his wicked tongue on her last night and she could only think of
one response. "Hell yes."
"Has to be fast, sweetheart. I can't wait to get inside you."
That was fine with her. He just had to look at her and she wanted to
come. A second later his tongue swiped over her, from her entrance to her clit.
He circled it with his tongue, used his teeth to gently tug on it while thrusting
first one, then two fingers into her pussy. He stroked in and out, shallow but
fast. She shuddered in her strain for release. She felt the orgasm building,
didn t fight the rush of sensation as he tugged on her clit harder, sending her
over the edge.
He left a line of kisses up her spine as he rose, the tenderness at odds
with the lust she felt from him. She barely had enough time to brace herself on
her elbows before he thrust into her. Hard and fast so worked for her. He
moved in quick hard strokes. Deeper and deeper. Each surge dragged over her
G-spot, wound her higher and higher.
"You're close again, aren t you?" he whispered in her ear. He slid his arm
around her hips, his hand finding her pussy. His fingers brushed over her clit.
"You're so wet. Slippery and hot. You want to come, baby? Are you waiting for
permission?"
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