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“Will you show me later?” he asked.

“Perhaps.” She lifted her head. “If you beg me to.”

“How soon you forget, but it is you who must beg me.” As if to

punctuate his meaning, he adjusted his hips, letting her feel the full

length of his erection. He was as aroused as she. Ari tried to wiggle away

from the prominent erection, but being as they were in the air, there was

no place for her to go but down. “Are you ready to retire, my feather?”

“Not with you,” she quipped, trying to think straight, trying to remind

herself that she disliked him.

Rurik frowned, his wings working furiously as he turned them

around in faster circles.

“Hold,” she protested. “Please, you’re making me dizzy.”

Suddenly, he stopped spinning. Before she could catch her breath, he

beat his wings hard against the air, sending them speeding over the hall

toward the entrance to her princess chambers.

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CHAPTER FIVE


“You didn’t mind my touch earlier.”

Ari blinked, surprised at his abrupt words as he set her down on the

mattress of the mating bed. She’d barely had time to part the water to let

them through without getting wet, as they sped into the chambers.

Looking down over the edge, she knew she couldn’t easily get down

without help. Her belongings had already been moved during the

coronation and the room seemed empty.

“Whose idiotic idea was the high bed anyway?” she mumbled.

“When the pure bloods ruled, they were not an issue,” he said. “They

were to protect the royal family against invaders.”

“For a warrior, you’re pretty smart,” she said.

“You know, feather, that might be the first compliment I’ve ever

gotten from you.” He reached for her, touching her face in a gentle

caress.

Ari’s head was a little fuzzy from the drinking and dancing. Already

her flesh stung with the pleasure of his touch. She wanted him. There

was no denying it. The bed reminded her of how they’d come together, in

the dark, his hands pinning her down. She wanted to explore him, to see

him, to watch his face as he entered her body.

Slowly, she reached for his waist and gently set to work on the laces.

Tugging on them, she pulled them free, slowly revealing his stomach and

chest. The backs of her hands glided over his taut flesh. Once she’d



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finished, she crawled to his back and set to work on the laces beneath

his wings.

Rurik pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside, only to sit

back on his knees. Ari stared at his dark, beautiful wings. They

protruded out of his back, held to the side by strong muscles. Running

her hands over the soft feathers, she shivered. Then, finding the tanned

flesh of his back, she touched a long scar that ran down along his spine.

He’d wanted her to bathe him and she did, leaning forward to lick the

scar as she dragged her mouth over him. Rurik tensed, his wings

spreading wider as her mouth neared the back of his neck. Smaller scars

puckered his skin and she sprinkled hot, wet kisses over them.

She called the water from the wall, urging a tiny strand to form and

heat so it would be warm. Like a liquid snake it slithered through the air.

Rurik gasped as she controlled it easily with her mind, making it glance

over his chest to where she couldn’t see. It didn’t matter. If she wanted it

to touch his nipples, it would, such was her power over it.

When she’d made her way kissing and licking his back and arms, she

slowly moved to stand before him. The water had left small trails over his

chest. She urged the water to form a hand. With it, she cupped his face

and bid him to stand before her. He did and she instantly leaned in to

kiss his chest, teasing the scar she found with her tongue. The water

trail held still as she lightly sucked a hard, wet nipple between her

puckered lips.

Rurik’s hands found her arms and he began pulling at her gown to

undress her. Her shoes were gone, but she didn’t remember taking them

off. She pulled back only long enough to lift the gown over her head and

toss it aside. Her long hair tickled her back as she pressed her body

against his. The heat of him instantly made her nipples into hard

beacons. She moaned, wiggling her hips as his hands glided over her

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naked ass. He pulled her cheeks, spreading her from behind ever so

slightly as he massaged in hard, perfect circles.

Trembling, she reached for his cock, stroking it several times through

his tight breeches. It wasn’t enough. She needed to feel the turgid flesh

in her palms. Eagerly she tugged at his waistband. Rurik kicked off his