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deserted.
    They turned a corner and Kirel spotted a woman wearing a
dress cut so low he could see the dark tint of an areola peeping out from
beneath the fabric. He recognized her immediately as one of the royal
courtesans. Though he’d never indulged in her particular talents, he’d heard
rumors about her affinity for the bite of a whip, both giving and receiving.
    She watched them both boldly as they approached, her gaze
darting over Kirel’s uniform-encased body with obvious admiration, pausing on
the bulge between his legs. “Oh my,” she purred when he came near, “do you
already have plans for that or would you like me to take care of things for
you?”
    She reached out a red-tipped fingernail and dragged it over
the length of his erection. His cock jolted with awareness, eagerly pulsing
beneath her too-tempting ministrations. Clenching his jaw, he grunted something
entirely unintelligible and brushed past her. An angry red haze clouded his
vision and his fantasy wavered, shimmering and changing from sensual eroticism
to savage, carnal wantonness.
    “Maybe your friend then?” the woman called out behind him.
    Kirel had the brief urge to grab the courtesan by the back
of her neck, push her up against the wall and hold her there while he lifted
her voluminous skirts and plunged his cock deep inside her pussy. He’d bet
anything she’d already be sopping wet from a previous tryst, allowing him to
enter her smoothly in one abrupt thrust.
    He pictured Thor leaning against the wall, watching him fuck
her senseless as he stroked himself, the smooth head of his cock flushed with
desire.
    Pain pounded in Kirel’s temples as he rounded a corner. Holy
Moon Gods . What was happening to him?
    “Wait.”
    Thor’s hand on his shoulder had Kirel jerking out of his
friend’s reach. He glowered through the slit in his mask. “What?”
    “Are you sure you’re ready to face the king? I don’t know
what’s happened tonight, but you look ready to pounce on someone. Maybe you’d
better take a moment before walking in there.”
    Startled, Kirel glanced at the set of double doors leading
to the king’s chamber. A guard stood on either side, their gazes fixed straight
ahead, though Kirel saw them dart curious glances his way from the corners of
their eyes.
    Gods, he hadn’t even realized they’d arrived at their
destination. The fog clouding his brain threatened to suffocate him. He could
still smell the honeyed aroma of Nelina’s arousal. It filled his nostrils with
every breath, clogged his throat and burrowed deep into his veins.
    It took all his strength to grit his teeth and force his
features into a calm mask. “I’m fine. I haven’t been sleeping well, that’s all.
I was hoping for a quiet night.”
    Thor chuckled, the silky sound of his amusement sliding
through Kirel’s gut to settle there like a hot ball of fire that threatened to
incinerate him with every ragged breath. “Rest doesn’t seem likely now. Not
with a new queen to train.”
    Kirel nearly groaned. He hadn’t given much thought to his
role in the future queen’s preparation for taking her rightful place at the
king’s side.
    Thor was right. For the next week, the woman chosen to rule
at Shivar’s side was to be instructed in the skills she’d need to acquire to
pass three trials set down by the Tradition for generations. Part of the
Guardians’ own training included strict guidance in the process of preparing a
future queen for the Trials. That particular element of a Guardian’s tutelage
was the one all Guardians-to-be looked forward to the most.
    The king couldn’t participate in the training process. In
fact, the Tradition demanded that he couldn’t see his future mate at all while
she was being trained.
    His Guardians had the privilege of disciplining her to
please him in every possible way. Whether she proved to be innocent or
experienced, Kirel and the other Guardians would ensure that by the time she
was presented to all of Aris