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her unbound hair. His fangs descended. She reminded him of Willa, which caused
him to hesitate. He would get Galee and her bounty hunters, but first he would
get Hoon.
Yelena sensed his hesitation and shifted slightly against him, just enough
to bring her ripening breasts, revealed by her half-opened bodice to brush his
chest. Her shoulders were broad, yet soft. Yelena was already well into the
change. The final part would not come unless and until she became Ymraude.
Isranon shook off the memories and tried to begin again. He ran his hands
along her, moving down to her full breasts. She shivered, arching toward him,
begging him to bring his lips and fangs to her nipples. He considered the blue
vein in one. That would be sweet. He licked along it, and then abruptly pulled
away. "I can't do it."
"You don't want me, Isranon?" She did not bother to mask the hurt in her
voice, clearly wondering if it was because of what she was, not a true woman
in his eyes.
"I'm too full of memories." Isranon stumbled over his words. "I enjoy all
flavors. It isn't you, Yelena."
Yelena pulled her hair away from her neck, crawling over him and offered him
the favored vein. "Feed, Isranon."
"No, I can't. Too many memories." He pushed her away from him.
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All these people were flocking to their banner, and yet the fact of what he
was had been made known by Tamric. The Five Captains had deliberately let the
information out. Nans could find her company declared outlaw in every kingdom,
lose their charters as they had with Treth. They could find themselves hunted
by the very people they were sworn to help. All because of him. Isranon's mind
began to spin in circles.What will that do to my son?
Yelena stared at him for a moment, grabbed her clothes, and fled the room.
Anksha crept out from behind a chair in a corner where she had been hidden,
watching it all.
"Oh randy Mage, you are starving yourself. You are not a monster, Isranon,
my love." She burned with strange needs since the days of rage when Tamric
stole her Isranon and the fires had not yet been quenched, although she fed
frequently. She wanted to touch him. To hold him. To stroke him. To feel how
real he was. She crept across the room like a stalking cat, walking on the
balls of her feet, half crouched with the tip of her tail twitching.
"Anksha?" Isranon rolled onto his side. He had not known that she was there.
He had not heard the door open  but then she often came and went through the
windows. She was nude with leaves and twigs in her hair, which told him she
had been romping in the treetops. "Today I feel like a monster. The Rowdies
will lose their charters when word goes out and it probably already has. If
Ocealay knows. Everyone knows. Treth has banned them."
Anksha shook her head furiously, scattering the debris from her thick black
mane. A burning light danced in her eyes, and her usual patois was completely
missing when she spoke. "Ildyrsetts' king renewed their charter in full
knowing."
Isranon sighed. "Edvarde is his uncle." Edvarde liked him, even knowing what
he was.
Anksha sprang lightly onto the bed and curled up against his chest.
"Connections. Ocealay has renewed their charter." Anksha purred. "Give me some
candy. You still have not read your letter."
Isranon stretched to the bowl, grabbed three, and popped them into her
mouth. "I'm afraid to."
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Anksha crunched happily. "Isranon. Of all those I have ever taken, you are
the only one I have ever loved."
His gaze traveled her body as if he had never seen her before, from the
short downy fur covering her from collar bone to wrists and ankles, to the
pale fair skin of her face and neck, which made his throat tingle oddly, to
the long black hair on her head and between her loins. Isranon wondered at
strangeness of her eyes, like a flame burning beneath the otherwise calm
exterior she projected. Isranon could smell the heady musk of her arousal
causing his body to react. It heightened the hunger in his throat.
Except for intermittent periods, she had not seemed her usual self since the
day of his rescue. "Do you do this deliberately, Anksha? Or does it simply
happen? Is it a spell? I love you. But not the way I have loved others. Timon,
the one I love most in the world, I cannot have because I am going to kill his
father."
Anksha rubbed her body up and down his, stretching and arching against him
with a rumbling purr. "I know, Isranon. That is why I fought so hard not to
tell you."
Her scent intensified, becoming intoxicating, clouding Isranon's mind with
lust. His fangs descended again, and he fought to pull them back. To bare
fangs in her presence was to risk punishment. He caressed her shoulders,
treasuring the feel of her soft fur. His cock hardened. As her slave, he had
rarely initiated sex with her. She had forbidden him to be on top of her.
Anksha rose abruptly on her knees and whirled to face him. Her dark eyes
became pools of sorrow and hunger, her head tilting to the side as she rocked
slightly, sighing. "I have not bedded anyone for months. I will not force you.
You are my friend and I love you."
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