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eyes. The man’s gaze lingered on
Kirel’s chest then darted lower, caressing his groin momentarily before being
wrenched back to Kirel’s face.
    Startled by the sudden intensity he glimpsed in his friend’s
face, Kirel felt his cock stir. A sudden impression of two pairs of hands
caressing a slender, shapely body slammed into Kirel’s thoughts without
warning. Fingers drifted over the woman’s breasts, cupping them, squeezing and
tweaking the stiff little nubs of her nipples while other palms strayed down
over her flat belly to touch the pouting cleft of her glistening pussy.
    Kirel’s cock jolted from semi-soft to full-blown hardness in
the span of a breath. The myriad sensual images playing across his mind
intensified, taunting him with visions of explicit acts.
    His breath caught in his throat. Struggling to pull on his
pants and mask his sudden arousal, he lost his balance and came down hard onto
the floor.
    “Fuck.” Strong hands reached for him, grabbing his
shoulders. “You all right?”
    Instead of snapping him out of his delusion, Thor’s husky
voice only enhanced the vivid thoughts. When images of the carnal acts should
have been dissipating, they grew stronger. Fingers crooked in invitation,
beckoning to him to join in the fray.
    He couldn’t make out the woman’s face, but it didn’t matter.
With steady, sure hands, he pictured himself spreading her thighs apart, baring
her pink, flushed labia to his eyes, his hands, his mouth.
    The impression was strong enough to send the scent of her
musky arousal drifting to his nostrils. He inhaled deeply and his cock twitched
again. A drop of pre-cum slid down his shaft, slicking the sensitive skin. The
woman in his fantasy reached out for him and whispered his name.
    He might not have been able to see her face but he
recognized her voice. With a gasp, Kirel tore himself out of the daydream and
gazed into Thor’s brilliant blue eyes. The man’s face was only inches away from
his, close enough that all Kirel had to do was tug down the strip of cloth
covering the Guardian’s lips, lean forward and—
    With a low, murmured curse, Kirel shook himself out of
Thor’s grip and pulled on his uniform pants. “I’m fine.”
    Gods, what had gotten into him? They’d seen each other naked
countless times. When they spent as much time with each other as the Guardians
did, modesty was a luxury they could ill afford.
    Not once had he experienced such a strong reaction in the
presence of any of the Guardians. And never before had his dreams of Nelina
interfered with his duty.
    He avoided Thor’s questioning glance while he pulled on his
black tunic. His friend had seen his raging hard-on. He’d have to have been
blind not to.
    Swallowing hard, Kirel tugged the hood of the traditional skella over the mask he’d already tied behind his head and stepped into his polished
black boots. “We should go,” he said over his shoulder, already heading for the
door.
    Thor fell into step beside him, wisely keeping his mouth
shut as they walked. Kirel’s head pounded. The pictures came in an
unpredictable rush now, blossoming just behind his eyelids every time he
blinked, giving him no time to adjust before they changed to introduce him to
another cock-pulsing sensation. One moment he could be imagining his tongue
gently swirling around Nelina’s engorged clit and the next he’d have his cock
balls-deep in her pussy while her thighs wrapped around him, squeezing him as
he pumped savagely inside her.
    This has to stop.
    He had a job to do. His focus should have been entirely on
his king and the joyous occasion for which he and the other two Guardians had
been summoned.
    The remorseless fantasies taunted him, driving him closer to
the brink of insanity with each flash of skin. Every muscle in his body tensed
and corded. Every nerve screamed for a female touch.
    Kirel quickened his step, making no attempt to disguise
their urgency. At this hour of the night, the castle was all but