by Marie Harte
“We’ll see,” she murmured as he waited impatiently for her to pack.
Chapter Seventeen
Rafe sat beside Sernal looking out at a large, pink ocean. Aflera’s most exotic resort hadn’t been cheap, but he’d made enough beks while working as an undercover informant to buy both him and his brother some peace of mind.
With the slavers neatly processed and the missing women returned to their homes, with the exception of one mysterious female no one could trace, life on Mardu had returned to normal.
Sernal had been so pleased with the outcome of the mission that he’d rewarded his peacemakers with two weeks of fully paid leave. And as the new “Head of Peacemaker Central,” as Gren liked to call it, he had the authority.
“That was the most interesting wedding ceremony I’ve ever witnessed. I didn’t know Zeirens fought on their wedding day.”
Sernal chuckled, his eyes closed as he basked in the warm sun. “I’ll never forget Gren’s face the moment Temis said the bonding oath. He looked so in love, and then Temis brought him to his knees with her wedding gift.”
“I thought most Zeiren brides handed their husbands the family warstaff.”
“Most do.”
Temis had a hulk of a father and three overbearingly large brothers, all protective and all wickedly outstanding fighters. According to Temis, they’d given Gren a hell of a time before accepting his betrothal.
Rafe grinned, pleased for Temis and glad to see Gren finally brought down a peg. A gorgeous woman with six arms neared Sernal and interrupted his musings.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said with a smoky voice that made him instantly hard.
Ah, the infamous Jahnja, and the reason Sernal had insisted on visiting Aflera.
Sernal’s eyes fluttered open and a sparkling gleam lit the gold depths.
Rafe wasn’t surprised when he left with the woman clinging to him.
He nodded to a nearby server and relaxed into his lounge chair. “Another ambrosia.”
His thoughts returned to Temis. As brief as their partnership had been, he’d miss her. She had a hell of an instinct and the fighting skills of a peacemaker with twice her experience. Yet he knew he’d see her again. When he’d questioned her about the future, she’d turned a mysterious eye to her new husband before answering, “Oh, we’ll be seeing you around.”
Gren had finally found a woman who accepted him in his entirety and complemented his tough-as-nails way of life. It would be interesting to see them again after married life had settled.
His brother Catam was now as tame as a kitten, and his younger brother Gar had been the same before his wife died. Rafe preferred neither existence. Who wanted to be so tied to a woman you forgot your wild nature, or worse, so tied to a woman that her death turned you into a shell of the man you once were?
Love was for other men, but not for him. For now he’d enjoy life and all its entertainments. He’d leave love to his lovesick friends.
He nodded invitingly to the two women eyeing him like a fresh piece of rak meat. They sauntered to his side wearing little more than ragged bottoms and bountiful breasts with tight, aroused nipples.
Grateful to his Xema heritage, he stood and escorted his new friends back to his room. He might not be Thesha, but he had skills in the bedroom no woman wanted to be without.
When they joined one another on his bed, he proved it to them.
* * * *
Temis sighed with pleasure. “You’re not mad at me about the ceremony anymore?”
Gren laughed. “Not after that.” He slid his hands under his head and stared at the black sky littered with stars. “Where did you learn to use your tongue like that?”
“I’ll never tell.” She drew her fingers over his chest dreamily, wondering what it would someday feel like to hold his babe in her womb. She’d been having fluttery, maternal thoughts since they’d married a few days ago.
“Are you ever going to tell me how you got that scar?” she asked, still trying to learn all his secrets.
He winked and changed the subject. “I still can’t believe we’re married.”
“You’ll eventually tell me.”
“Perhaps.”
She frowned at his stubbornness then laughed. She learned they had more in common every day they spent together. “I can’t believe we’re married either. Now I’m Lady Gren.” She chuckled. “Don’t you have a last name?”
“Nope.” He rolled her on top of him. “Have I told you how lucky I am to be your husband?”
“Tell me again, and this time fill in the part about how much the elders think of me.”
He groaned. “I should never have said anything. Now your ego is larger than mine.”
“Ha, as if that could ever happen.” Temis couldn’t stop smiling, so pleased with the direction her life was headed. The elders had been grateful Gren’s guilt and misdirected life finally had purpose. Though a guardian for his kind, Gren too often drifted through space without a care for himself. And the elders sensed it.
Feeling the true bond between Temis and Gren, they wholeheartedly approved of the bonding.
“They said we could visit Ak’rea anytime we liked,” she reminded him. “Nice lie you told me.”
He winced. “Now sura, I had to be sure you wouldn’t rather live with them than me. You’d be miserable on Ak’rea without me.”
“Yeah.” She humoured him. “Surrounded by men who love nothing better than to pleasure a woman. Talk about a rough life.”
He growled and rolled her under him, thrusting deep inside her. “No one will ever pleasure you but me.” He rode her hard, increasing their desire until they exploded on waves of wainu.
“Gren?” she asked when she could form a thought.
“Sura?”
“You need to work on controlling that streak of jealousy.” She stroked his back and felt him harden again inside her. Incredible. “Why don’t we work on that?”
He chuckled and began to move in her again. “For you, sura, anything.” He sent her a vision of a pale haired baby with dark green eyes. “Anything at all.”
About the Author
Marie Harte is an avid reader who loves all things paranormal and futuristic. Reading romances since she was twelve, she fell in love with the warmth of first passion and knew writing was her calling.
Twenty-four years later, the Marine Corps, a foray through Information Technology, a husband and four kids, and her dreams has come finally come true. Marie lives in Georgia with her family and loves hearing from readers.
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