Citadel then?” he asked, not sure he wanted to spend
every waking moment dancing attendance on these women, gorgeous as they were.
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“Unfortunately not,” Argent said with a sigh. “Lord Arawn needs you in Oklaks,
but when you are in residence here, you will stay with us in our quarters and see to our
needs. Perhaps every other month or so.”
“You’ll have your own personal railcar that will bring you back from your
assignment to the Citadel,” the redhead told him.
“And your own personal male servant to see to your needs on the journey back,”
the blonde added.
“Needs such as meals, baths and the like,” Argent was quick to point out.
Now that sounded damned fine to him!
“But you must remember you are to service only our needs,” the blonde stressed.
“If you so much as touch another woman, we will slap your cute little ass in a con cell
so quick you’ll never know what hit you.”
Eanan grinned. “I think I can refrain from pleasuring other women, wench,
knowing I’ve three that belong to me back home.”
The blonde preened, sashaying closer. “We belong to you then?”
He scratched his cheek. “Aye, I guess you do.”
Argent reached out to lay a soft hand to his naked chest. “Is it settled then,
warrior?”
In for a penny, in for a pound, he thought, and swooped an arm around her to
bring her up against him, plastering her shapely body to his. “I think we can say it’s
settled, wench.”
She stunned him by putting her hands to his cheeks and bringing his mouth to hers,
kissing him so hungrily it made his toes flex. Her ripe body pressed into his and she
ground her hips against him.
He felt hands on both of his forearms and realized the two other women were
standing to either side of her, their fingers trailing up and down his flesh, raising chill
bumps. He tore his mouth from the plunder of Argent’s.
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“Okay, let’s get something straight, ladies. We’re going to do this my way,” he said,
and eased the silver-haired pretty one back from their close contact. “Until you are
more experienced, we’re gonna do it one at a time.”
“But we want to touch you,” the redhead protested.
“And look at you,” the blonde said with a pout. “We’ve never seen a naked man
before.”
“Or touched one,” the redhead amended.
“All right,” he agreed. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll go lie down on the bed and you can
look ’til your hearts are content but…” He wagged a finger at them. “You can’t touch
until I say you can. Understood?”
The women exchanged looks then nodded, though he could tell they weren’t happy
with his stipulation. Argent stepped back, the others as well, to let him pass between
them.
Feeling self-conscious, sensing their eyes devouring him as he walked to the bed, he
stopped and turned to face them before he sat down on the bare mattress.
“You know, it would be best if we were on an equal footing here, miladies.”
“In what way?” the redhead queried.
He smiled wickedly. “I’m naked. You should be too. You…”
He didn’t get to finish for Argent waved her hand and the blue robes they were
wearing disappeared. He swallowed hard. For though he’d known they would be
gorgeous, stunning women, he had no idea they would be sheer perfection in form.
Their bodies were the most beautiful, firm and gloriously curved of any women he’d
ever seen—and he’d seen more than his share of lovely ladies.
“Do we please you?” the blonde wanted to know.
Eanan had to force moisture to his mouth so he could answer. “Very much,” he
mumbled, unable to shift his gaze from the high, rounded breasts, tiny waists, long,
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smooth legs, slender arms and the enticing wedge of wiry curls in the center of their
curvaceous hips.
“You please us too,” the blonde whispered. “We thought Owen handsome, but you
are much sexier than
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