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she didn’t have studies or chores to do, but sitting all day waiting for the ball would be torture. She sighed and rolled over. She needed to get some sleep, even if she knew she’d be dreaming of males and their glorious hands.
     
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    Sabar stood outside his dwelling and breathed deeply. The scent of night invaded his lungs and calmed the raging hard-on he’d been sporting since leaving the Cinder residence. The smell of Linax oil still clung to his skin, but it was the memory of that female’s admission to touching herself and the noises she made as she came that kept his cock at full attention.
    When he’d stood outside the bathing room with the other males, they’d listened to Rella talk to her sisters. Her words and manner screamed of dominance. No, that girl was not a submissive, meek flower. She was strong and brave enough to question the traditions. That strength was something he hadn’t seen in many females. He’d walked into that bathing room with respect already taking root in his mind for her, but the moment his eyes fell on the creamy skin and hard, pink nipples, he’d lost all thought of everything.
    The urge to growl at the other males for touching her had been tough enough, but to be gifted with her words and honest answers, to be given the joy of sending her over the edge into orgasmic bliss was awe-inspiring. He’d wanted to cover her mouth with his so he could drink in her cries.
    He would definitely seek her out at the ball. There was no reason for him to even jockey for position with the other males. He’d won the right to claim a mate many times over. Perhaps he should just go make her his before the ball even started. A plan started formulating. Turning quickly he strode into his home.
    “Tannard?”
    The soft footsteps of his servant announced his arrival. “Yes, master?”
    “I’ve met the female I want to claim as a mate. Could you contact the magistrate and let them know that Rella of the Cinder dwelling will be mine tomorrow after the ball? I will deal with any payments or paperwork tomorrow morning.” He grinned at the surprised look on the older man’s face. “Oh, and prepare for her arrival. I’ll be bringing her home tomorrow after the ball.”
    “Yes, master. I’ll do as you bade.”
    “Good. I’m going to bed. Please make sure a small meal is prepared for first sunrise. I have a lot to do tomorrow.” Joy and something close to giddiness put a boyish hop to his step. Sabar had much to take care of, but he needed a cold shower and some sleep before he could face the task of taking a mate. He just hoped that she was as excited about it when he explained it to her.

Chapter 4
     
    Rella sat, impatiently tapping her foot on the floor of her bedroom. It’d been hours, hours , since she’d gone to her room. She was tired and ill-tempered. Sleep had been hard to find the night before. Thoughts of the males, her release, and everything else that had happened during the cleansing ceremony plagued her thoughts. Each time she tried to close her eyes the memory of rough skin moving over hers brought heat to her pussy and a blush to her cheeks. If she let her mind conjure the male’s voice, she moaned out loud.
    She jerked from her thoughts when she heard footsteps racing up the stairs. Finally . She could deal with the unknown of the evening if she had something to do before they needed to leave.
    Her sisters burst into her room wearing— nothing . She blinked and gawked at their bodies. No, they weren’t completely nude. Each wore a set of intricate metal bands on their wrists and a very thin strip of cloth covering their breasts. Each of them wore metal rings strung together into belts, beautifully tooled pieces of jewelry. From the belts were beaded thongs that were strung between their legs and connected again with the belt at the base of their spines.
    She was dumbstruck as she stood, staring and blushing. She blinked a few times, trying to get over the view of