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his face and snapped. “Are you crazy?”
    His nostrils flared as he looked down at her. Another scent was drifting from her—desire. He shifted, spreading his legs as his cock rose. “On Gattan, a woman bloods a man’s neck when she wishes to mate him.”
    She jerked her gaze from his and stared at his chest.
    Marljas smiled down at the top of her head.
    She didn’t turn away.
    Unclasping his hands, he reached forward and trailed his thumb down her bare arm.
    She sucked in a sharp breath. “Mate?”
    He slipped his knuckle under her chin and lifted her face to his. “You want me as much as I want you.
    I’ve seen the way you watch me. And today, at the pool, when you rose from the water and displayed your body. It was for me.”
    Again, she sucked in a quick breath. “I…”
    He lowered his head until their breaths mixed. “Don’t talk.” Capturing her mouth with his, he kissed her, his lips moving slowly over hers.
    When she flattened her palms against him, he lifted his head. “I want you, Alalakan dem al’ Sheala.”
    Lifting his hand, he cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb against the stud at the side of her nose. “But you are the daughter of my hostess. And even though you blooded me, to court you without her permission is grounds for a declaration of bloodfeud, on Gattan.”
    A slow smile slid onto her lips—a slow, seductive smile. Mischief danced with the desire in her dark eyes.
    Marljas’ cock hardened even more.
    Her chuckle was low. “We’re not on Gattan, and I’ve had one of the best sexual instructors on Drakan.”
    Marljas didn’t try to hide the shock he felt. “Sexual instructor?”
    She didn’t answer. Instead, she cupped her hand between his legs, then danced her fingers up his erection. “No wonder you Gattan wear these tunics. They hide—a lot.” Tugging open the seam in the front of his pants, she freed his aching cock and wrapped her fingers around it.
    A long shudder raced up his body. “What are you…”
    “Shhhhh. Let me show you what I desire.” Bending, she slipped her head under the bottom of his tunic and sucked him into her mouth.
    Desire such as he’d never felt before slammed its fist into the pit of his stomach as she sucked his cock into her warm, moist mouth. Her supple tongue slid around him. “Sheala. Stop. You…”
    Her voice was muffled. “Just be quiet and enjoy yourself. You aren’t on Gattan.” She tongued him.
    Sucking in a huge breath that made his cracked ribs ache, Marljas spread his legs and leaned back against the wall. He wasn’t on Gattan. He was on Drakan, the most hedonistic planet in the galaxy. And his betrothed, the woman he desired more than any other, was sucking on his cock. Who was he to question fate?
    Ignoring another stab of pain from his cracked ribs, Marljas pulled his tunic over his head and dropped it to the ground. He didn’t want Sheala hidden underneath a piece of cloth. He wanted to watch her every move. Sighing, he buried his fingers in her hair.
    “Mmmmmmmm, you taste good,” she whispered against his cock.
    He answered with a grunt. When she sucked him into her mouth again, he thrust his hips forward, shuddering when she was able to take his entire length.
    Her tongue danced and caressed. She sucked harder. Her hands stroked his thighs.
    Groaning, he pulled his cock out of her mouth.
    She fell to her knees, slid her hands into the crotch of his pants, cupped his balls, and began to roll them around in the palm of her hand. Her right hand she braced against the bare skin of his thigh, her fingers tracing small circles amongst his leg hairs. She kissed the head of his cock, licked it, suckled it. Then she raised her head and looked into his face. Her smile was the most seductive he’d ever seen. “How long can you hold back? How long shall I allow you to hold back?” Bending her head, she trailed small nibbles down one side of his erection then up the other. She released his balls and began to massage the