Royal Obsession by Cyndi Friberg Read Free Book Online

amusing parlor tricks. Should she admit that she wasn’t even considered a Mystic? No, that would only endanger E’Lanna.
    “I won’t argue the point. I’m explaining what I’m trying to accomplish. I was told you might respond to logic.” He pulled her toward him, scooping up her legs and draping them over his lap.
    “There is nothing logical about this,” she protested as he leaned into her, forcing her back across the bench. He caught her other hand and pulled both above her head, banding them with one long-fingered fist.
    He braced himself on his arm, his face mere inches from hers. “My plan is perhaps too logical. I have left no room for emotions or uncertainty. I have spent the past two cycles trying to think of another way. There is none. You are my only hope.”
    The blue ring in his eyes began to glow. Their conversation was over. What had she missed? There had to be something she could use to distract him from the passion building in his gaze. She licked her lips. His brother had been executed when Varrik was twelve, yet he’d spent the past two trying to think of another way.
    “What happened two cycles ago?” she whispered.
    He brushed his lips against hers, his hand resting on one of her knees. “I’ve ensured your sister’s safety and entrusted you with a very painful piece of my past. I think it’s your turn to bend.” His fingers drew light circles over her knee, his thumb dipping beneath to explore the sensitive underside.
    If she refused, Varrik would likely sling her over his shoulder and carry her back to his bedchamber. She ignored the slow, melting sensation curling through her body. She did not want to be “mounted”. The only way she could ensure E’Lanna’s protection was to cooperate with him, postpone the actual event until they could be rescued.
    “What do you have in mind?”
    “I know you’ve never had a lover, but has anyone ever touched you?”
    Should she correct his misconception? Was he being kind in part because he believed she was a virgin? She knew what he was asking, and she knew where the question was leading. “I’m not as innocent as my sister believes.”
    “I want to watch you come.” The frank statement sent a shiver down her spine. “Will you let me, or should I take you back to my bedchamber?”
    “That’s not much of a choice.”
    “It’s the only one I’ll offer.”
    “All you’ll do is touch me?”
    Instead of replying, he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, taking the tunic with him. She tensed as his fingers brushed over her panties. As soon as he touched her, he’d know how easily she’d succumb to his seduction.
    “Relax,” he whispered, his lips moving against her temple.
    His fingers eased beneath her panties and skimmed over her smooth mound. He made a low, growling sound, then asked, “Why did you remove the hair?”
    She shuddered, the tension inside her ready to spring. “Most women in Frontine have their body hair removed.”
    “We seldom hunt in the capital. Too much security.” He rubbed her mound, keeping his fingers cupped. It was more of a tease than a caress. Her clit ached and her inner muscles fluttered, anxious for attention.
    “How did you get into Mystic Valley?” Anxiety always made her chatty. How long would he put up with her questions?
    “Shields are easier to penetrate than the Mystics realize.”
    “Obviously.”
    He silenced her with his mouth, his tongue sinking between her lips as his middle finger parted her folds. She arched and twisted, but he held her in place until her instinctive need to resist subsided. His kiss was slow and deep, his touch patient. He circled her clit, occasionally dipping down to tease her opening.
    Heat gathered in her belly, directed by the rhythmic stroke of his hand. His fingers slid smoothly, her cream easing the way. She trembled and moaned as the pressure built, too swept up in the tingling sensations to be ashamed.
    He eased back, staring into her eyes.