Rogue by Cheryl Brooks Read Free Book Online

too many questions? For that matter, what would he consider to be too many? How was I going to sleep with so much on my mind?
    I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. I had been in space for six weeks, and now I was on a completely different planet—with a big, naked, male tiger for a companion; it was understandable that I would feel a bit rattled. I would adjust—and he would help me—it was simply a matter of time. And what was I there for? Oh, yeah, right... piano teacher. I'd even forgotten that part—which had been practically my whole life up until then.
    Reminding myself that I was disoriented, a little drunk, and that the mere sight of a man smiling at me had set off an orgasm the likes of which I'd probably never experience again—unless I actually... but no, it didn't seem like a good idea. Sex with a slave? I shouldn't do it! It was, I don't know... unethical, perhaps? Still, the idea of having a love slave wasn't a/7 bad. He'd seemed pretty willing, hadn't he? Even said that being near me gave him pleasure?
    My mind was in turmoil, but my new attendant continued to lead the way as though it was perfectly natural for him to stroll through the palace wearing nothing but a collar every day of his life—which, I suppose, he did.
    It was a new experience for me, however, because the further we walked, the more fascinated with his buns I became. They were perfect, and I couldn't take my eyes off of them—wanted to bite them, slap them, squeeze them like ripe peaches, and— "Ah, my darling, blue-eyed slave!" a teasing female voice called out. "You have found a new lover?"
    Looking further down the corridor, I could see that we were being approached by what I assumed was a Darconian woman—she was wearing beads, anyway— who stopped right in front of my tiger and ran a sensuous finger down the center of his chest.
    "I see that I have been replaced," she lamented.
    "What a pity!"
    Gazing up at her with a look that would have melted a glacier, my tiger lightly caressed her cheek. "If I could truly mate with any Darconian, Cernada," he said suavely, "I promise, it would have been you."
    "Oh, but I am certain that the Queen would not allow it!" Cernada said, laughing. "Beware of this one," she warned me. "His tongue is as smooth as water flowing over shepra stones. You may thinkhe is yours alone, but he is not." Cernada ran her fingers through his curls as she continued on past us with a throaty chuckle.
    Dumbfounded, I stared after her, watching her tail swing back and forth as she sauntered off down the hall.
    It shouldn't have surprised me that there would be other Darconian women besides the Queen who had the hots for him, but for some reason, it did. And what on earth would the two of them do together if he couldn't— I felt a tap on my shoulder and must have jumped about a foot. "Your rooms are this way, Kyra," he said with a sweeping gesture in the opposite direction. "I'm sure you are tired and in need of your bed."
    I gaped at him for a long moment before my brain finally restarted. "Oh, yeah, right... bed. I am pretty tired." I took one more look in the direction Cernada had taken and asked the only question on my mind that didn't involve sex. "So, tell me: are their scales smooth, or rough?"
    "Smoother than you might think," he said with a knowing smile. "And they are also slightly cold-blooded." His smile broadened as he added, "They like to sleep with something warm."
    The look he gave me suggested that he might have been the warm "something" that Cernada liked to sleep with. Scalia had said that the slaves were locked up at night for their own protection, but his comment had me wondering if it was possible to check one of them out for the night—sort of like a library book.
    He turned and started off down the hall again, and I followed just as before, but with so much more on my mind, it was a wonder I could spare the conscious effort to move my feet. We hadn't gone much farther when he stopped in