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  Keeping those thoughts to herself, she allowed him to escort her outside to the waiting limousine.

  * * * * *

  Constantine rose from the bed and padded across the room to the antique writing desk by the window. Dim though the light was from only moonlight that streamed through the panes of glass, it was enough. Dipping his pen into the inkwell, he opened his journal and started to write.

  It is interesting, the thoughts that cross one’s mind while in the midst of negotiation. While my mind should have been focused on discerning the intricacies of the plans suggested by my adversaries and what benefits it would reap them, I found myself thinking more of the people behind the titles.

  Perhaps it is Resa’s effect upon me. Tonight while we were clutched in the talons of the bloodlust, she reminded me that while I may have accepted her less than pure lineage, most of my people would not. And that I had to consider the impact of my decision on the welfare of my people. As did the leaders of the other worlds. Was our goal not to save our worlds? And if it truly was, why then did we of V’Kar contend so stridently against one another?

  That brought an old memory to mind. The Day of Judgment. Whilst I sat in the Emperor’s box watching the spectacle as Leonidas and Octavian were sentenced, I was struck with a curious feeling of sympathy for the men.

  Pandemonium broke out at the Emperor’s decree, some screaming for Leonidas’ blood while others shouted support for the Emperor and screamed for the head of his wife, Riana. It took several minutes to quiet the rabble. When there was again silence, the Emperor looked to Octavian.

  “And what of you, Octavian Ishban? Is there none here who will stand in your place?”

  “I will,” a quiet voice replied from behind Octavian.

  “No!” Octavian protested at the same moment his father, TrayMore Shamurz, jumped to his feet and screamed his defiance.

  “Silence!” the Emperor’s amplified voice boomed.

  Like an edict from God, all sound ceased. The Emperor gestured to the Imperial Guard surrounding Octavian and Leonidas. They allowed the lithe, dark-haired girl to step up beside Octavian.

  “FaTeesh, no,” Octavian pleaded.

  “Yes,” she agreed quietly.

  Emperor Atohl regarded the girl for a moment then turned his attention to Octavian. Fear filled Octavian’s eyes. Here, I knew, was the victory my father Atohl sought.

  “Let it be done,” he decreed. “FaTeesh BiJian, daughter of TrayMore Shamurz Burahn of Valia, will take on the sentence of her brother. Sentence to be carried out immediately.”

  Never in all my imaginings had I thought I would find myself wanting to jump to my feet and countermand the order, save FaTeesh. Save Octavian from the despair that had him struggling not to weep.

  “Constantine?”

  Resa’s voice had him laying aside his pen and journal to return to the bed. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  “Merely a mind cluttered with too many memories and too many decisions, my darling. Nothing out of the ordinary for someone of my position. Please, go back to sleep.”

  She pulled the covers back. “Come back to bed. Talk to me, Constantine. Tell me more of your people.”

  “I’m weary of talk, but eager to love.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?”

  Without another word he got back into bed and turned her so that he could spoon his naked body around hers. She smiled at the sparkle of energy that danced over her skin when he moved her hair aside to kiss her shoulder. When his hand glided across her back and over the curve of her hip, the energy intensified to a low-grade burn.

  By the time his hand had crested her hip and moved over her belly to the vee of her thighs, he was hot and stiff against her lower back. She reached back to position his erection between her legs, exulting in the feel of his hard length pressing against her from anus to clit as she wiggled against him.

  His arms moved around her to cup her breasts and thumb her hardening nipples. His touch was electric, turning a slow burn into a raging inferno. No matter that he’d taken her into ecstasy time and again before they succumbed to sleep. Every time was as thrilling as the first. There was no way she would ever get enough of him.

  Constantine felt the call of her body like liquid fire in his blood. Her tight ass moved in circles, her thighs squeezing him as the moist warmth of her pussy pressed against the length of him, sending tendrils of electricity through his body.

  “Forget everything else,” she whispered. “Tonight there’s only us. Let me be your fantasy, Constantine. Make me into the desires you’ve never spoken aloud.”

  Her words transformed those creeping electric tendrils of sensation into spikes of stabbing need. It wasn’t until she reached up to guide his hands from her breasts to her sex that he realized he was grinding against her, sliding along the cleft of her ass and pussy as her thighs clamped around him.

  She was so warm, so seductive. And so willing to fulfill all his desires. His hand moved slowly down her wet folds and back up to her clit, feeling the wetness slick his fingers. A moan, throaty and low, escaped her lips as he stroked her. She rocked her hips more forcefully, sliding over his dick in faster strokes.

  Spreading her labia, he penetrated her wet center with his fingers. She moaned softly as he stroked her. It wasn’t long before he felt a tremor run through her and knew she was close to the edge.

  She apparently was not ready to take the dive into release. She pulled his hand from her and raised it to her face, tracing her lips with his fingers then sucking them into her mouth.

  Constantine could have come at that moment. Even the feel of her tongue on his fingers, trapped in the wet warmth of her mouth, was erotic enough to have his testicles tightening. He moved his hand back down her body, grazing her clit, and she arched against him, pressing against his fingers.

  “I need more,” she moaned and turned over, pushing him onto his back then climbing atop him. Her legs straddled him, her ass positioned just below his cock which stood at attention in front of her pussy.

  When she reached down and fisted his dick he couldn’t stop his body from arching. Resa rose onto her knees and rubbed the head against her wet sex, creating a burn that ran down his length into his balls and spread like wildfire throughout his body.

  There was no question. Watching her was a fantasy come to life. And it was far more than sex. That was what threatened to overwhelm him.

  “Tell me what you want,” she whispered huskily, continuing to rub the head of his dick up and down her sex. “Your most erotic fantasy. Let me be that for you.”

  He smiled up at her. She knew his fantasy as well as he. Their bond allowed for only that privacy they demanded and he had hidden nothing of his desires from her. But speaking it was part of the game. It was as much an act of submission as what she would do to fulfill his desire.

  “Anything you want, my lord,” she promised in a sexy whisper that danced along his nerves like a drug. “Anything.”

  That last sentence seemed to echo in his mind like the call of a forbidden drug. His balls ached with desire.

  “I want to own you. Body and soul. I want you to submit completely to me without question or hesitation.”

  His words sparked a thrill inside her that was unfamiliar. She’d asked to fulfill his fantasy, but his reply was a promise of the fulfillment of her own. She’d never admitted it because until she met him she’d never realized it. But she wanted to be dominated by Constantine. The thought of it made her pussy burn.

  “I’m yours.”

  Constantine pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and tossed it beside his feet. “I want to look at you.”

  As she maneuvered into position he piled pillows against the headboard and lay back. “Spread your legs wide and bend your knees. I want you fully exposed.”

  Resa kept her eyes on him as she bent her knees and spread her legs. His eyes were like glittering jewels in the dim light and his face wore an expression of intense lust.
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  “Shall I tell you what is going to happen next? What I will have you do?”

  Resa felt her pussy clench at his words, the quiet tone of command in his voice. She slowly traced her hands up to cup her breasts and run her thumbs lightly over the nipples. Slowly she teased the hardening peaks, feeling an answering wetness in her sex.

  Constantine’s eyes were focused between her legs but his hand was moving slowly on his cock, stroking himself.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  The smile he gave her was sexy enough to make her clit throb. She reached down with one hand to stroke herself but his voice stopped her.

  “You will not touch yourself again until I instruct you to do so. Is that clear?”

  She nodded, willing to play the game and see where it would lead.

  “Excellent,” he said, continuing to stroke himself slowly as he spoke. “Tonight you are going to submit. In every way. And we will begin your submission with a spanking.”

  Resa fought to keep from smiling. A couple of smacks on the ass could be stimulating.

  “No, I’m suggesting something far more personal and intimate than that.” He stopped stroking himself and rose from the bed. She watched him go into the adjoining bathroom. When he returned he carried what looked like a thick briefcase and had several towels draped over his arm.

  He tossed the towels onto the bed and placed the case on the floor beside it before he resumed his position. “Now, where were we?”

  “I thought we were supposed to be fulfilling your fantasy,” she whispered back.

  “We are. You may masturbate for me now.”

  His reply sent blood rushing to her pussy. Her clit literally throbbed. She’d never experienced this kind of thrill. The look of desire in his eyes and his hand sliding up and down his hard cock made her hunger deepen.

  Slowly, she moved her arms up above her head, arching up so that her breasts thrust high. Equally as slowly she lowered her hands, trailing lightly over her breasts, down the center of her body to her pussy.

  She spread her legs wider, caressing her sex and up her inner thighs, then down to spread her pussy. Her fingers moved slowly along the labia, stroking and teasing, then up to circle the hard nub of her clit.

  “Tell me what you think of when you touch yourself.” Constantine’s voice was rough and low.

  “I think of you.”

  “Before we mated? During our time as enemies?”

  “You,” she admitted, not allowing herself to think or censor herself in word or action. “Of that night you came to my house. The way you looked when you tore your shirt open. The feel of your skin beneath my hands, the taste of you. How much I wanted you and how much I hated that I did. How I wished I could step away from the hatred and give in to the desire. How I wished it was your hands touching me.” Her fingers worked to spread her pussy more, dipping into the wet heat and then out, glistening with wetness.

  “Show me.” The rough croon of Constantine’s voice made her slit throb almost painfully, she was so aroused.

  If his voice hadn’t been enough to create a sizzling bolt of need rocketing through her, the look on his face was enough to have the first vibration of a climax threaten as she stroked her aching clit.

  Arching up at the impending release, she closed her eyes. At the feel of his fingers teasing the lips of her pussy, her eyes opened. He’d moved to kneel between her legs.

  “Come for me, Resa.”

  He plunged two fingers inside her, going immediately to the spot that sent sparks rocketing through her. Her pussy clenched, wanting more, and her fingers moved once more to her swollen clit.

  “Come for me now,” he whispered, stroking her fast and hard.

  She exploded, her body quivering as the climax drove her to arch up. “Now,” she gasped. “Constantine.”

  Wetness poured from her as she cried his name and spurred him to grab her legs and pull her forward, impaling her in one slick stroke.

  “Yes, yes,” she moaned as the orgasm intensified.

  Constantine gritted his teeth. Sweat poured from him in his struggle to maintain control. He rode her until her body went limp.

  She smiled up at him like a cat about to swallow a canary, and ran one hand down his body to circle the base of his cock. “Have you ever considered anal sex?”

  The question alone was enough to bring a fresh sheen of perspiration to his skin. When she wiggled free and rolled over onto hands and knees, lowering her shoulders to the bed, he nearly came then and there.

  “Arch your back,” he growled, gripping his dick in one hand as he pressed on her back to force her into the position. “Spread your ass for me.”

  He saw her literally shiver, but she complied. The position was one of complete submission. She was his however he wanted.

  “Don’t move.”

  He got up and went to the bathroom for a tube of lubricant and a wet towel. When he returned to find her still in the ass-up position he stopped. By the Universe she was an erotic dream come to life.

  Climbing onto the bed, he lubricated two fingers and squeezed a generous portion onto her anus.

  Constantine circled her anus slowly then worked two fingers into her. “Have you experience in this?”

  “Once,” she panted. “Never wanted to give it another try until—” Her words ended in a soft gasp as he sank his fingers deeper, past the first knuckle.

  “Until what?”

  “Until I met you,” she moaned as he pressed deeper.

  Constantine felt like he was close to climax at simply the feel of his fingers sliding into her tight ass. His testicles were on fire and his mind was enflamed with the thought of sinking his dick into that tight hole.

  “And then?”

  “And then I wanted it. Wanted you inside me in every way imaginable.”

  “Spread your ass more for me. Show me you want it. Tell me.”

  “I want it,” she moaned as his finger started to stroke in a slow rhythm.

  “Want what?”

  “I want your dick up my ass and your fingers on my clit.”

  Constantine wanted to prolong but his own need was too great. Sliding his fingers free, he cleaned his hands and generously lubricated his dick.

  When he rubbed the head of his cock against her anus, she grabbed her ass cheeks to spread herself wide, raising her ass higher. He pushed and the head of his cock slid slowly past the tight ring of her sphincter. Her wordless groan sent a stab of electric fire shooting through him that took residence in his testicles.

  She rocked back against him, taking him deeper. He couldn’t hold back the groan. It was too delicious. The feel of her tight ass gripping his dick, and the breathy moans coming from her mouth were too erotic to resist. He drove into her hard, stroking fast to try to stay ahead of the orgasm that tingled in his balls.

  “Oh fuck!” She gasped as he pressed the length of his dick into her ass. “Constantine…oh…oh fuck.”

  “Take it,” he rasped. “All of it.”

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Oh god, yes. Now.”

  Her surrender stripped away the last of his control. He gripped her hips, riding her with increasingly faster strokes. She moaned and reached between her legs to play with her clit. Within seconds she was crossing the threshold, crying his name as her ass started to clench around him and her body quaked.

  He succumbed, a long drawn-out groan signaling the onslaught of a pulsing orgasm that had every nerve in his body throbbing. He lost himself in the sensation, swimming in a sea of ecstasy.

  Resa went limp beneath him, flattening out on her stomach on the bed. He lowered to the bed beside her, pulling her up against him. For a long time they lay there, floating in a silent sea of satisfaction. Finally she lifted her head to look at him.

  “I love you, Constantine. Forever.”

  He smiled and leaned to kiss her gently. “My beloved. I shall worship you beyond all time.”

  She smiled and closed her eyes. Moments later her
breathing slowed. He watched as she drifted off to sleep then closed his eyes. At long last he was complete.

  * * * * *

  Resa bolted upright at the knock on the door. Constantine was awake and put his hand out to prevent her from rising. “Come,” he called.

  “Alliance forces advance upon our position, Sire,” his Consul, Madron, announced. “We must leave immediately.”

  “Is the plane readied?”

  “The airfield is currently under heavy guard by Alliance forces. We must seek sanctuary at the estate where the peace accord is scheduled. Between our forces and those of the other V’Kar factions our chances of repelling an attack until reinforcements can arrive are greatly increased.”

  “Have our people leave now. We will be down momentarily.”

  The moment the door closed he was out of the bed. Resa jumped up and started dressing, thanking her lucky stars that she’d arrived with her weapons.

  Neither of them spoke until they were dressed. Constantine opened the door but put his hand on her shoulder as she started to exit the room. “There is only one way the Alliance could have discovered our location,” he whispered.

  “You have a traitor in your midst,” she replied in a low voice.

  He nodded and she reached up to cover his hand with hers. “We’ll find who it is, Constantine. But now, your safety is paramount.”

  “Our safety,” he corrected.

  She smiled and preceded him to the lower level. Madron was waiting with six bodyguards at the door. Outside a limousine was parked. Constantine nodded and they hurried to the car. In moments they were speeding their way to the estate where the rest of the V’Kar were housed.

  No one had anything to say on the ride. When they arrived they were met by Leonidas at the door.

  “Where is Octavian?” Constantine asked as Leonidas led them into a massive study.

  “He left after you last night.”