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faster. “Treasure you.”
    I began to pant.
    “I want you, Elyra.”
    His word echoed in my mind as I swam in ecstasy. My body went rigid as a sudden climax claimed my being. Callarn thrust and thrust until he jerked hard, climaxing too. Warm liquid seeped onto my thigh.
    Callarn breathed hard. “Imagine this…this pleasure…all of this will magnify by thousandfolds when we mate properly.”
    I swallowed hard. Callarn’s promise was so sweet. I wanted him. I wanted both of them. But deep inside, I knew I couldn’t.

Chapter Four
    Callarn was still sleeping when I woke up. The day was dark, not yet dawn. I writhed, deciding not to make much commotion. I didn’t want to wake him up yet. I enjoyed being deep in his loving embrace. I had never experienced such peace as I did now. I was content. If Ronen were present, I would be loved wholly. How wondrous would that be?
    My thoughts drifted to my brother, Erodan. He must be furious beyond words with my defiance. My half-brother was an elf with an ambition. He wanted to rule the clan unchallenged. I was a thorn in his side. As long as I remained alive, he must share his authority of governing the clan with me. He loathed me for that. By my birthright, I was to succeed my lord father. Even though Erodan was older than me, he was born from a consort. A consort-born didn’t have the same rights as a true-born.
    To tell the truth, I had no desire to govern the clan. I even told him that I would surrender my claim to the throne. I didn’t know why he was still threatened by me. I was content with womanly chores: spinning thread, sewing, cooking, and gardening. I had no ambition to be a leader.
    To my dismay, Erodan arranged my marriage to the Grand Duke of Thiebes. The Duke was thirty years my senior. I was hoping I would marry a man of my choosing. I wanted to fall in love and live a happy married life. Erodan dismissed me flat out. As he gained power in the court, I had no say with his decision. So, I married the duke. On the eve of our wedding, I found my husband dead. As our tradition demanded, I was to follow my lord husband into the funeral pyre.
    I closed my eyes as a shard of pain pierced my heart.
    I sighed, pushing away my trepidation.
    I watched Callarn sleeping. He looked so peaceful. My heart ached for him. I was fond of him. I was growing to love him and Ronen. Last night, we were lying in the dark without words spoken. We touched. Caressed. Discovered every inch of our bodies to be pleasured. Callarn had come a couple of times. I couldn’t count mine. Now, I was in dire need of a bath.
    My eyes riveted to his flaccid cock, longing to touch him again. Maybe a bath could wait. Grinning wickedly, I reached his for loins. As soon as my hands touched his cock, it stirred, lengthening and hardening.
    “Yes, sweet thing?” he grunted. His eyes were still closed.
    “Don’t mind me,” I said. “I just want to perform for your pleasure.”
    He opened his eyes and pulled me into him. “I was thinking this morning I should be the one who administers your pleasure.”
    “Why is that?”
    “It is our duty to pleasure our cherished one.” Callarn sat up, parting my thighs open.
    I squeezed them back shut. “I need a bath first.”
    “My seed didn’t make you dirty. You’re beautiful as is. Now, open for me.”
    “Callarn!”
    He laughed. “I’m not touching you yet and you are already screaming my name.”
    “But, I’m no—oooh…”
    My hips jerked upward when he touched my sex folds. He quickly secured me down. “Stay still.”
    I squirmed.
    “Do you know what we were thinking once you are lawfully ours?”
    I was still busy panting.
    Callarn wetted his forefinger and slid it into my cunt with one fluid move. “I will be the one who will take this cunt for the first time, and Ronen will be the one who will take your ass. And, of course, we will fill them both every night, at the same time.”
    The promise sounded wickedly delicious. He rubbed my