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in anticipation. The rest of it made no sense.
    Maybe if she refused to solve the enigma, she could keep them with her. Surely, the deities wouldn’t send her such bliss as this and then expect her to live without it. No one should have to suffer that.
    “All right, you’ve convinced me,” she said. “Are you here to have your turn in my pussy?”
    He frowned. Disapproval? From him? After his performance with the dancer?
    “Well, then, what are you here for?” she said.
    He held out the jar again. Maybe the women on his planet would understand what it meant.
    “That won’t hurt me, will it?”

    Alice Gaines
    Eria’s Ménage
    - 30 -
    This time, he gave her a look fit for a foolish child. He set the jar on the table by the bed and sat next to her. When he reached out a huge hand toward her wrist, she pulled it back. “Oh, no. I had enough of that last night.”
    He didn’t move, but sat there with his hand extended, the way you did to coax a shy animal to you. His expression remained calm, as if he had all the time and patience in the world. And to think, she’d imagined this man a brute.
    Slowly, she stretched her hand toward him, but he didn’t make a move. He let her come to him in her own time. The whole interaction was ridiculous, really. She didn’t fear him. No one frightened her. She could have him whipped or worse at the snap of her fingers. So why did she hesitate?
    After a moment, he took her hand. Pulling gently, he brought her arm closer and studied the redness at her wrist. The light hadn’t hurt her on its own, but she had pulled hard against it. Both wrists and ankles had similar marks, and her pussy felt sore from the ravages of Tad’s cock.
    He held her hand close to his face as he looked at the discolored skin. His expression was grave. Concern, but not surprise or anger. As if a woman always came away bruised from sex and required a man to help ease the residual pain.
    What kind of creatures were these men?
    He pressed his lips to the place where her pulse beat below her skin. He closed his eyes in what looked like reverence. His mouth felt soft against her skin -- very different from the strength of his fingers. Her heart sped up, and she couldn’t stop staring at his face, at the strong jaw and high cheekbones, even the dark lashes that rested against his cheeks.
    She couldn’t help herself but reached up with her other hand and drew her fingers over his brow and then down along the side of his face. His eyes shot open, and he pulled back, but he didn’t release her wrist.
    After a moment, he relaxed, lowering his shoulders, then leaned toward her, bringing his face to hers. So close her own reflection stared back at her from his eyes.

    Alice Gaines
    Eria’s Ménage
    - 31 -
    Hell, he was going to kiss her. Over the last day, she’d watched this man fuck another woman, and later she’d taken a pounding from the other man’s cock, but the idea of his mouth on hers made her tremble.
    He smiled. He’d caught her tremor, and he knew what effect he had on her.
    And, oh, what an effect. A sigh worked its way between her lips just before his mouth touched hers.
    Despite the gentleness, the kiss held no innocence. It was about testing and gaining knowledge. His lips traveled over hers from one corner to the other and then lingered on the lower one. He seemed to memorize every curve and angle while she could only try to keep up and make her own explorations. She’d thought him clever before, and the caress proved it. By the time he’d finished sampling her and raised his head, she had to struggle to get air into her lungs. Her breasts tingled, even though he hadn’t touched them.
    His eyes had a lazy, seductive look to them, slightly out of focus with arousal. He gave her an insolent smile that spoke without words.
    I can make you want me .
    No surprise there. She’d wanted him the moment she’d seen him enter the council chamber. She could make him want her too, and that would wipe