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The scene continues as A'yen debates whether or not he can give up that much of his soul. Whether or not Fae is worth the pain he knows waits for him if he gives Reston what he wants.Reston’s fingers dug into the markings. He bit down a groan as fire traveled through every inch of his body. Hot breath blew across the side of his face. “I disagree. You should guard yourself with more care, slave. You have the opportunity to save her career.”The fingers tightened. The groan slipped out. “Dallying with me doesn’t ruin careers.”“No. But accusations of forgery do. As do accusations of being sympathetic to the Loks Mé freedom movement.”“You wouldn’t.” The hands disappeared from his sides and he collapsed on the table.Reston grabbed his wrists, above the cuffs, clenching tight and sending spasms up his arms. “You don’t know what I will or will not do. But I will give you the opportunity to keep me quiet.”No! He couldn’t sacrifice his soul again. She wasn’t worth it. Her face filled his mind, then her laughter. The way she clung to him day before yesterday when the fish bit her. The way she held his hand yesterday. The way she touched him ten minutes ago.“Ah, there it is. You have two hours to finish making up your mind. I’ll be in the little cave by lake two. You know the one?”A’yen nodded. Reston sent one more wave of fire crashing through him, then let go. Slumped over the table, eyes closed, he relied on his sixth sense to tell him when Reston left the building. He took his sweet time too. At the eight minute mark, A’yen forced his body to move, though he longed to curl up somewhere. Forced himself to pull the map back up and make adjustments to it, even though his fingers were clumsy and tingling.
Apples. Her hair definitely smelled like apples. And the shiniest black he’d ever seen. Dark as a starless night. She clutched at his arms to keep from falling, her fingers wrapping around his markings. But it didn’t hurt. In fact her touch barely registered on them.Another sign his body liked her. A little too much for this point in their relationship. He wasn’t ready to let go of Master. Too bad his cellular chemistry wasn’t listening.The feel of her pressed against him sent heat coursing through his veins. If he didn’t get some distance between them—fast—he’d do the other thing post-marking males of his race were known for and give in to the need building in his cells to have her hands manipulate the electrical energy in his body—the other reason why going without cascades was so hard.He stepped back, still steadying her with his hands on her waist. “Whoa there, Doc.” Damn. His voice carried way too much of the heat building inside him. Green eyes stared at him. Her tongue slid across her lips and she pinched her bottom one. She really ought to let him do that.He jerked his hands away and stumbled backward until he hit a wall. Which closed in on him, sucking all the air from the room. Only her chest moved, heaving in air at a rate to match his. Everything about her begged his hands to explore her curves, taste her fully, and take her to new heights of pleasure.The door. Where was the door? Had to get out before he suffocated. Oh. Leaning on it. Left hand on the handle, he fumbled with it until he got it open, then backed through it, forced himself to turn around, and ran for the safety of the nearest tree.Distance. He needed distance between them. To shut off the traitorous longings within. And the signals his body sent against his will.Shoes crunched behind him and he whirled to find her standing in front of him, hugging herself. “I can’t help it.” The words drifted to him on a whisper. “You’re pulling me like a magnet.”“I know.” He braced himself against the tree. “I never expected it to happen again.”
Intrigued? You can get it here: Kindle, Kobo, Nook, iBooks, Google Play, All Romance EbooksHead pillowed on his arms, Ro closed his eyes. Shut his field down to the bare minimum he was capable of. Lost himself in the UV light streaming over the ink, invading it and loosening the bonds in his muscles.Something rustled in the grass and he shot up, reaching for his shirt. But not in time. She’d already seen him, and stood with her hand over her mouth. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know anyone was out here.”Amber eyes held him captive. Large and bright, they looked straight at him. Actually seeing him, instead of the markings. Auburn hair framed her face, brushing the tops of her shoulders. Speaking of her face, it wasn’t full-blood. “It’s all right.” The words tumbled out without a thought. And weren’t a lie.“You’re Ro, aren’t you?”“How do you know?”She took a tentative step closer, the heel of her shoe sinking into the grass with a squish. “I’m Jasmyn Jenkins. Sa’nar Jenkins is my dad. I run his regent’s office.”Now her face made sense. Her mother was human. Part of him screamed to wall off, back away. Humans always used him. Always. Except for Whit. But he’d only known her a month. Not enough time to gauge someone’s true motives.Jasmyn sank onto the lone bench, leaned forward with her elbows on her knees. The navy blue of her skirt and jacket, combined with sunlight hitting her head, made her hair shine. “What’s it like out there?”He released the death grip on his shirt and leaned back on his hands. Sun still bathed his chest and back. “Hell.”“That’s what my dad says. Surely it can’t be that way for everyone.”“Do you know what it feels like to be owned?”She shook her head, setting the gorgeous hair to bouncing. “Technically I was born a slave, but we came here when I was three. This is all I remember.”“Then you can’t understand why it’s hell out there. Even for A’yen. His wife owns him, and if he goes somewhere without her, he has to have recorded permission and produce it to anyone who asks for it. If they bother to ask before beating the hell out of him.”Jasmyn cocked her head, eying him with a thoughtful look on her face. “What about you?”Leaning forward, he held out his arms. “I’m a prisoner of my markings. Out there I’m forbidden to say no. Even to our own kind.”The eyes rounded. “I know what the blue means, but I didn’t know how much it controls you.”“I am enjoying being in a place where long sleeves don’t give me away.” He smiled at her in an attempt to get her to do it. One started, but froze halfway.“I know why you’re out here. Daddy hates wearing a shirt too. I promise I won’t give your spot away.”“Thanks.”She stood, tucked her hands into her jacket pockets, gaze lingering on him. For the first time he didn’t feel exposed or violated in someone’s gaze. “I’ll be with my dad when the new arrivals get here. He always greets them.”“I’ll be there too.” Something made him stand up. Not sure what, but it felt rude to remain on the ground in the presence of such a beautiful young woman.The smile finished and pierced his heart. “See you around.” She turned and walked off, hips swaying in a graceful, natural rhythm. Nothing like the faked, exaggerated movements Camden’s paid whores used.This must be what a crush felt like.