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light-headed. The pressure of his own hand against his cock had increased and at some point, he had wrapped his fingers around the throbbing head.
    He stared into the brazen hussy’s eyes, yet he did not see the jaded, older-than-the-ages smirk that steamed from the wench’s gaze. Instead, he saw Chastain’s lovely green orbs looking back at him with hunger.
    He increased the speed of his hand, tightening and relaxing only a little, tightening and relaxing even less as he pulled upon his shaft. The friction had brought sweat to his brow.
    “Chastain,” he whispered, feeling the itch beginning deep inside his belly and spreading downward through his cock.
    The wench opened her mouth and ran her tongue over her lips, wetting them as Daval flung himself over her and rammed his young shaft to the hilt inside her. Even from the distance from which he watched them, Ruan could hear the grunt of satisfaction from the girl and the moan of pleasure from Daval.
    Rocking the wench back and forth as he strove for his climax, Daval was unaware his oldest brother was watching him rutting like a stag in heat. Nor was he aware that with every stroke he took, Ruan took one in harmony.
    Shifting his gaze from the wench—what the hell was her name?—Ruan stared at his little brother’s ass. The muscles contracting and expanding as he pumped away at his midnight lover. He knew the exact moment Daval delivered his release for Ruan’s was close behind. So violent and so unsatisfying, it brought tears to the heir-apparent’s eyes.
    For over an hour Ruan sat slumped at the window. Masturbation was frowned on by the priests, and though he had done it far too many times as a youth, he had not indulged that wickedness for several years. A warrior had no need to take matters into his own hand when there were numerous wenches about with greedy hands and even greedier lips.
    It was Chastain , he thought, as he finally pushed himself up and staggered to the bed. It was the thought of her luscious body that had driven him to such shamefulness and he knew—one way or another—he would have to satisfy the lust that roiled within him each time he thought of her.

Chapter Five
     
    “He knows what you are about, Your Majesty,” Chas warned as she was being dressed by the queen’s ladies-in-waiting the next morning.
    “Oh, he thinks he does, but when you slap him silly for attempting to seduce you this afternoon in Viridian, he will be beset with confusion,” the queen replied.
    “Slap him?” Chas gasped. “Milady, I could not…”
    “Oh, hell, yes you can! The boy is accustomed to having any woman with whom he comes into contact jump into his bed the moment he grins at them. They throw themselves at him whether he appears interested or not. To my knowledge, Ruan has never been turned down. He’s had more bed partners than his four brothers combined! Now a woman who makes him work for it will garner his interest quicker than one who simply splays herself down for his taking.”
    Chas winced at the image. “So I am to push him away when he tries to…”
    “No,” the queen drawled. “You are to slap him as hard as you can. Believe me when I tell you he will take that as a challenge and come after you with all his ammunition. It’s time he did the hunting instead of having the bird dropped in his lap!”
    Long after the queen and her ladies-in-waiting had left her room, Chas stood at the window and stared down into the opulent courtyard of Sciath Keep. Danny Brock had told her the palace was magnificent, but his description paled in comparison to the reality.
    “A copper for your thoughts.”
    Chas turned at the sound of Ruan’s voice and smiled demurely at him. “I was thinking how lovely your home is,” she told him.
    He came to stand beside her, looking past her. “My mother orders her gardens like she orders her children. One blade of grass, one twig or burgeoning shoot that does not conform to her sense of arrangement will be