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skin on the massive column of his throat. Although Serpentians didn t sweat, their skin glowed when
heated by exertion or ambient temperatures. His smooth skin was nearly luminous, especially where the
pulse beat in his throat. She was surrounded by his scent musky and tantalizing, smoky. Maybe she
should just trip him and jump on him while he was down.
When I issue an invitation, a man knows it.
Yes, I ve seen it several times.
She narrowed her eyes dangerously. And that bothers you, doesn t it? Why?
His face tightened, and suddenly they were two alpha predators, facing each other, battle ready.
An invitation means little when it s open to all, he grated.
They glared at each other. Then she thrust out her breasts and tilted her hips, a taunting pose that
contrasted sharply with the molten rage inside her. She made no secret of her pleasure in men, but she gave
equal pleasure in return. How dare he act as if she were in the wrong.
Sanctimony also means little when it is prompted by jealousy, she hissed. Turning on her heel, she
stalked away into the women s locker room.
She refused to admit that the tight, icy ball lodged high under her ribs was hurt.
Slyde stood there, breathing as hard from anger and frustrated passion as from his workout. Damn the
woman. Could she not see that he only wanted&
Prince of Dragons
He gave a snort of humorless laughter. That he only wanted her glory all for himself? That as a
Dragolin, he d mate only with a female who d cleave to him for life, giving all her sweet fire to him? No,
of course she didn t. She was Sirena a law unto herself. Be damned to her, then. He wouldn t apologize
now.
He walked toward the men s locker room, already pulling his brief singlet open. As he walked into the
gleaming changing room, rolling his shoulders to ease the tired muscles, he stopped short. The new female
cadet, Tawnee, stood in the center of the room, looking around. She bit her lip, her lovely eyes wide.
He frowned down at her. What are you doing in here?
She stared at his bare chest. I I didn t pay attention to where I was going, Commander. I m sorry.
I ll go, and let you take your shower-dry.
She walked toward him and then paused, so close he could smell the sweet scent of her.
Unless you d like me to give you a shoulder rub? she offered. I am trained in all kinds of
massage.
He looked down into her wide, guileless eyes. Was she as naïve as she appeared? She was a lovely
girl, and he was almost tempted to take her up on her offer. He was used to women hitting on him
Serpentians were forthright about their desires. So were many of the passengers. Just now, his control was
stretched thin. He didn t think he could bear much more sparring with Sirena.
No, thank you, cadet, he said stiffly. The ship s massage specialist can do that for me. Go along
and watch where you re going next time.
Yes, sir. She smiled up at him and sauntered out of the room, slender hips swaying. Slyde locked
the door behind him before stripping down.
Sirena was in a foul mood as she readied herself for the Aquarian prince s first party that evening. As
she stepped out into the main lobby, Slyde Stone appeared from another elevator. His gaze swept over her
and his face tightened, his impressive jaw clenched.
Sirena narrowed her eyes and strutted to the huge double doors that led to the ballroom. He
disapproved of her ensemble. Let him. She wore her favorite outfit of gold raw silk, the two pieces bound
on by narrow ropes of gold that wrapped about her throat, arms, and hips. Though brief, it was comfortable
and not nearly as precarious as it appeared. Of course, if every male in the vicinity wanted to hold their
breath hoping it might slip, that was all right with her.
She was going to enjoy herself this evening, and Slyde Stone could choke on it. Though she would
sooner choke herself than tell him, he was breathtaking, elegant and handsome in olive silk smoothly
tailored to his huge frame. The cut emphasized the breadth of his shoulders and the lean length of his legs;
the color set off his golden brown hair and eyes. She wanted to draw him back into the elevator and take
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him straight back up to her quarters and have her way with him several times. She would bet he had more
stamina than most.
He followed her across the lobby without a word. Two Aquarians stood guard. At the sight of the two
Serpentians, they pulled the doors open wide. Sirena knew that she and her co-commander were an
impressive couple as they paused in the open doors. Smiling lazily at the faces that turned their way, she
strolled into the party.
The Orion s ballroom was a unique space, with an interlocking series of walls and ceilings that could
be changed according to the planned use. Tonight it resembled a seraglio, with ornate columns and
latticework panels framing conversation areas made cozy with sumptuous rugs and cushions. Holographic
fountains tinkled among ferns. A Barillian trio piped soft, haunting music. The prince, enthroned in a divan
with a beautiful woman at each elbow, held court in the largest enclosure. An elaborate game board sat
before him, scattered with gem-studded playing tokens.
Ah, welcome, Serpentian friends, he said as Sirena and Slyde crossed the room to him. Come, eat
and drink with us.
Servants appeared at their elbows, bearing trays with an array of libations. Sirena chose a crystal flute
of pale blue wine with the delicate scent of rare Pangaean ice-berries. She saluted the prince with it,
watching his gaze sweep over her.
Sipping her wine, Sirena watched the Aquarian ladies drift nearer to Slyde. She snorted inwardly
she wished them luck. He might look good enough to eat, but he would be a cold mouthful, even for an ice
princess.
She sank gracefully onto a cushion and gave Prince Azuran a look over her glass.
Lovely wine, Your Highness.
It is a good vintage very old. You must eat. He beckoned slightly, and another servant appeared,
kneeling beside her with a large tray of delicate hors d oeuvres. Sirena selected several. She could eat what
she liked, as many hours as she spent training with the guard. With a deft twist, the servant activated a
hover mechanism on the underside of the plate and it floated at her side, ready for use.
Slyde sat nearby, an Azurian lady at each elbow. He didn t appear to be working very hard to fend
them off. With laughter like soft chimes, they helped him select a huge plate of hors d oeuvres. One of
them laid a napkin across his lap. When he downed his drink, the other immediately signaled for more.
Sirena chose a stuffed lii blossom from her plate and bit down on it, hard. The crisp petals crunched
between her teeth and the creamy stuffing spurted into her mouth.
Umm, delicious. She licked her fingers slowly as the prince watched.
Yes, he agreed. I am sure it is.
They smiled at each other. From the look in the prince s eyes, he was perfectly willing to do more
than flirt. This knowledge warmed her like healing balm.
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One of the Aquarians leaned over and moved a playing piece on the game table.
Do you play? Azuran gestured at the ornately carved board. Galacticus, a particular favorite of
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skin on the massive column of his throat. Although Serpentians didn t sweat, their skin glowed when
heated by exertion or ambient temperatures. His smooth skin was nearly luminous, especially where the
pulse beat in his throat. She was surrounded by his scent musky and tantalizing, smoky. Maybe she
should just trip him and jump on him while he was down.
When I issue an invitation, a man knows it.
Yes, I ve seen it several times.
She narrowed her eyes dangerously. And that bothers you, doesn t it? Why?
His face tightened, and suddenly they were two alpha predators, facing each other, battle ready.
An invitation means little when it s open to all, he grated.
They glared at each other. Then she thrust out her breasts and tilted her hips, a taunting pose that
contrasted sharply with the molten rage inside her. She made no secret of her pleasure in men, but she gave
equal pleasure in return. How dare he act as if she were in the wrong.
Sanctimony also means little when it is prompted by jealousy, she hissed. Turning on her heel, she
stalked away into the women s locker room.
She refused to admit that the tight, icy ball lodged high under her ribs was hurt.
Slyde stood there, breathing as hard from anger and frustrated passion as from his workout. Damn the
woman. Could she not see that he only wanted&
Prince of Dragons
He gave a snort of humorless laughter. That he only wanted her glory all for himself? That as a
Dragolin, he d mate only with a female who d cleave to him for life, giving all her sweet fire to him? No,
of course she didn t. She was Sirena a law unto herself. Be damned to her, then. He wouldn t apologize
now.
He walked toward the men s locker room, already pulling his brief singlet open. As he walked into the
gleaming changing room, rolling his shoulders to ease the tired muscles, he stopped short. The new female
cadet, Tawnee, stood in the center of the room, looking around. She bit her lip, her lovely eyes wide.
He frowned down at her. What are you doing in here?
She stared at his bare chest. I I didn t pay attention to where I was going, Commander. I m sorry.
I ll go, and let you take your shower-dry.
She walked toward him and then paused, so close he could smell the sweet scent of her.
Unless you d like me to give you a shoulder rub? she offered. I am trained in all kinds of
massage.
He looked down into her wide, guileless eyes. Was she as naïve as she appeared? She was a lovely
girl, and he was almost tempted to take her up on her offer. He was used to women hitting on him
Serpentians were forthright about their desires. So were many of the passengers. Just now, his control was
stretched thin. He didn t think he could bear much more sparring with Sirena.
No, thank you, cadet, he said stiffly. The ship s massage specialist can do that for me. Go along
and watch where you re going next time.
Yes, sir. She smiled up at him and sauntered out of the room, slender hips swaying. Slyde locked
the door behind him before stripping down.
Sirena was in a foul mood as she readied herself for the Aquarian prince s first party that evening. As
she stepped out into the main lobby, Slyde Stone appeared from another elevator. His gaze swept over her
and his face tightened, his impressive jaw clenched.
Sirena narrowed her eyes and strutted to the huge double doors that led to the ballroom. He
disapproved of her ensemble. Let him. She wore her favorite outfit of gold raw silk, the two pieces bound
on by narrow ropes of gold that wrapped about her throat, arms, and hips. Though brief, it was comfortable
and not nearly as precarious as it appeared. Of course, if every male in the vicinity wanted to hold their
breath hoping it might slip, that was all right with her.
She was going to enjoy herself this evening, and Slyde Stone could choke on it. Though she would
sooner choke herself than tell him, he was breathtaking, elegant and handsome in olive silk smoothly
tailored to his huge frame. The cut emphasized the breadth of his shoulders and the lean length of his legs;
the color set off his golden brown hair and eyes. She wanted to draw him back into the elevator and take
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him straight back up to her quarters and have her way with him several times. She would bet he had more
stamina than most.
He followed her across the lobby without a word. Two Aquarians stood guard. At the sight of the two
Serpentians, they pulled the doors open wide. Sirena knew that she and her co-commander were an
impressive couple as they paused in the open doors. Smiling lazily at the faces that turned their way, she
strolled into the party.
The Orion s ballroom was a unique space, with an interlocking series of walls and ceilings that could
be changed according to the planned use. Tonight it resembled a seraglio, with ornate columns and
latticework panels framing conversation areas made cozy with sumptuous rugs and cushions. Holographic
fountains tinkled among ferns. A Barillian trio piped soft, haunting music. The prince, enthroned in a divan
with a beautiful woman at each elbow, held court in the largest enclosure. An elaborate game board sat
before him, scattered with gem-studded playing tokens.
Ah, welcome, Serpentian friends, he said as Sirena and Slyde crossed the room to him. Come, eat
and drink with us.
Servants appeared at their elbows, bearing trays with an array of libations. Sirena chose a crystal flute
of pale blue wine with the delicate scent of rare Pangaean ice-berries. She saluted the prince with it,
watching his gaze sweep over her.
Sipping her wine, Sirena watched the Aquarian ladies drift nearer to Slyde. She snorted inwardly
she wished them luck. He might look good enough to eat, but he would be a cold mouthful, even for an ice
princess.
She sank gracefully onto a cushion and gave Prince Azuran a look over her glass.
Lovely wine, Your Highness.
It is a good vintage very old. You must eat. He beckoned slightly, and another servant appeared,
kneeling beside her with a large tray of delicate hors d oeuvres. Sirena selected several. She could eat what
she liked, as many hours as she spent training with the guard. With a deft twist, the servant activated a
hover mechanism on the underside of the plate and it floated at her side, ready for use.
Slyde sat nearby, an Azurian lady at each elbow. He didn t appear to be working very hard to fend
them off. With laughter like soft chimes, they helped him select a huge plate of hors d oeuvres. One of
them laid a napkin across his lap. When he downed his drink, the other immediately signaled for more.
Sirena chose a stuffed lii blossom from her plate and bit down on it, hard. The crisp petals crunched
between her teeth and the creamy stuffing spurted into her mouth.
Umm, delicious. She licked her fingers slowly as the prince watched.
Yes, he agreed. I am sure it is.
They smiled at each other. From the look in the prince s eyes, he was perfectly willing to do more
than flirt. This knowledge warmed her like healing balm.
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One of the Aquarians leaned over and moved a playing piece on the game table.
Do you play? Azuran gestured at the ornately carved board. Galacticus, a particular favorite of
ours. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]