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His head whipped that direction.
“You did it apurpose!” He pointed a finger. “You barbarian!”
He leapt from his chair and ran to the doorway, laughter on his lips as he reached it. Seeing her light blue dress vanishing up the stairs.
Chuckling he returned to his seat. Once there, he relaxed and stared at the winking gold flower decorating the mantle. Just above it was a decanter from upstairs, half full of amber liquid. Near it was clay bowl.
He knew, without a doubt, what’d be in it. Sighing he stood and lifted them from the mantle. Pouring his drink and returning the nuts to the small jar. Replacing the small glass lid after grabbing a handful.
Devious Harpie. He chuckled to himself. Pleased to see mischief in her.
Only as he settled in again did he wonder if she’d hoped he’d chase her up the stairs. Intriguing thought…
For one pretty moment he envisioned a relationship with her. Filled with teasing pranks a
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The Taming Rather Die than Romance Advice
In the early hours of the following morning. Sebastian had gone to the chamber on the floor level to evade the company of the other knights in an effort to ease enough he might take his Knight Sleep. He blew out a long breath and was quiet for a couple hours in an effort to sleep. But he heard a whispering step outside his door. Too soft for any knight in this castle. The door groaned slightly as it eased open. There was little hesitation as the step approached. He felt slight weight on the bed near him where someone put a hand down. He sensed someone leaning over him. Felt the barest hint of strands of hair brushing his cheek. He was overcome with the scent of wildflowers. What’s she doing? Or even more interestingly. How many times has she done this? What if she intends to kill me? Instead, he felt the barest touch of fingertips over his bare chest. Grazing over his skin tentatively. As
The Taming In My Chair
WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier Country Sebastian crossed the foyer to the stairs but saw the library door open and glimpsed Elsabet sitting within. In my chair of course. The great red and gold construction was plush and comfortable. A book rested in her lap. She was absorbed staring into the dancing flames from the endless fire. Does she notice I warm every room here for her? She went back to leafing through the volume. Still trying to find my story. He knew. A sly smile crossing his face. She grew further frustrated when she couldn’t. Rising in a huff, she returned that one to grab another before returning to the chair. Bast veered to the stairs on the far side of the dais to keep from disturbing her. Deciding on his more comfortable chamber upstairs, he slowly climbed the steps. Keeping her in view until he’d rose too high to see in the door any longer. ***
The Taming Calisto's Help?
The sudden rush of water outside drew her attention. The river walls of WaterRose flooded into motion again. “Did you stop the water?” She questioned nervously. His gaze didn’t flicker from her. Not advertently. In his fury his power had surged out in a way that interfered with the balance of magic binding WaterRose together. As he registered it, he forced his heartbeat to slow. Breathing through his nose until he felt his body easing. The tension making his hands fist, releasing. The room brightened, and the warm glow of the fire returned. She eyed those flames. Blowing a heavy breath. “You’re calm now?” She edged away warily. Calm is a bit strong for it. *** His face no longer showed the shadows of his skull. But his eyes remained on her, still watching her every movement like a wild cat ready to pounce. She chewed her cheek. Her eyes skittering as her feet sl
The Taming Be a Cat
WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier Country Sebastian stood atop the steps, staring down. Deciding. He heard Teverius’ voice in his mind. As he had for several weeks. ‘If the girl has a weakness for cats and you have a weakness for she…Perhaps, were you a kitty you’d have more opportunities to be close to her…’ Nothing else has worked…He shrugged. Hesitating only a moment, he took the first step and his feet turned to smooth black paws as he quietly strode down. Relieved to find his pain lessened as he switched shapes. His body automatically healing what was damaged every time he changed form. He rounded the doorway, and his suspicions were confirmed. There was his chair, high backed with ornate gilded trim and rich red and gold embroidery, wrapping around her like a hug. Can she smell my scent when she sits there? He wondered. He always caught her aroma when he slumped into th
The Taming Voice of Persuasion
WaterRose, Mane Country “Elsabet.” Sebastian called. “No.” She shouted back from upstairs. “Come down here.” “No!” Damn her. She’d been dodging him ever since that confrontation in the hall. In which he’d refused to let her prod him into forcing her. There’s no telling me no, when I really want something. You’ll learn. “Little Harpie.” He turned his voice coaxing. Echoing through the corridors with a husky lilt. Mardichi called it the Voice of Persuasion. Bast turned it up. “Come to me…” He heard vases hitting the wall and a stomping footstep above him as he waited in the foyer. She materialized atop the stairs. The firelight from the torches catching her hair in a halo of orange. Her red dress was sleeveless, trimmed in long wisping red feathers which clung to her pale skin. Revealing a tasteful expanse. Her eyes were vivid blue in her rage. C
The Taming Her Desire
“What’s wrong with it?” Sebastian queried. She frowned and her brow furrowed fearfully. “What is it?” He rushed to her side. Taking her hands. To his surprise she let him grip her fingers, lightly stroking the knuckles with his thumb. “What can I do?” She worried her lip and eyes roved his face as she tossed over what to do. Then abruptly her expression melted. Her head lolled back and when it dropped forward, her eyes were liquid. She licked away what remained of the wine on her lips and her head lowered. Eyes intent on him. I know that look. He was startled. But I’ve never seen it on her. *** Her lips parted breathlessly, damp and red from the drink. She slid one of her hands free to flatten against his chest. In less than a second it molded over his body trailing up. She stood on her toes to reach the back of his neck. He noted faintly her smell had changed. Lending a more poignant sweetness to the air. Som
The Taming Her Seduction
“H-how did you make that appear in your hand?” She blinked at the cup he held near his shoulder in horror. His other hand was sweeping her lower back to keep her pulled tight against him. “Magic.” She was staring at him. Looking more terrified than any prey he’d ever hunted. “Care for another sip?” Her lips parted and her chest heaved. “Take it.” He urged. “It’s yours.” Like a hopeless addict after opiates she stole the glass and drank what was left. Her throat working as she swallowed and a single purplish wine drop slipping from the corner of her mouth to trail down her neck and over her collar into the hollow between her breasts. Unable to resist, he lowered himself enough to stop its progress with the tip of his tongue. Deliberately dragging his tongue over the trail it’d left. Up over her torso, along the side of her neck, her jaw and to that pretty mouth as she removed the cup. Humming in her throat in a long purr
The Taming The Feel of Her
The feel of linking with her. Of her sweet body swallowing him up was nearly enough to make him collapse where he was. She was like all the finest things he could imagine. Satin, velvet, honey. Like the most tantalizing dream. But he wasn’t dreaming. He’d probably checked five times in the last three minutes. He was deeply inside her while she braced her body along the bed, her ass in the air. For the taking. He pulled out of her and caught her hips as he lurched back in. Watching her body jerk and her silver hair bounce. Hearing her alluring gasp of surprise as he filled her again. “More?” He leaned around to query. “More.” Surprised at her honesty he was willing to obey. So, he gave her more. Pumping into her, more ferociously. Building the friction between them and hearing her soft pants as her climax drew closer. The intensity of those short quick breaths telling him she was straining not to come already.
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