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didn’t.
    Wonderful. She’d fallen into the lap of a gorgeous hunk and neither understood the other’s language. Typical dumb luck. Deveney rolled her shoulders beneath the heavy cloak and tugged the front closed around her. She wasn’t cold but she needed a safe haven and the warmth of the thick velvet seemed to help. Not to mention his scent permeated the garment and filled each breath she took, adding to the unsettled ache of desire that lingered in her core from their kiss.
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    Tor had no doubts the magi Maven disobeyed his orders. When the strange woman had latched on to his lips, he was lost. Her taste rushed his senses and commanded his blood to pool in his cock, jutting it outward even more. It had been many years since he’d held a woman, much less kissed her lips. Her exotic flavor enticed him to plunder her mouth. Her hand on his cock fueled his desire to mate. Was his body’s reaction to this strange, beautiful creature wrong? Was it selfish to want to live as a man?
    With women being scarce, men were in danger of turning Proprius Bestia and being exiled to live in the badlands of Dystopia. The reality of his situation warred with his own needs as he relished a few moments of her touch. If any of the other clan leaders of Eximius Mundus found out about this woman’s presence, it would strain the fragile treaties between them and quite possibly lead to war. As it was he dealt with the problems of possible extinction of their race of Morphionians on a daily basis. The magi overstepped her bounds by sending this woman here. She disobeyed his direct order concerning the Mirror of Azure.
    As ruler of Eximius Mundus, first and foremost he needed to configure a strategy for ending the plague of his people. The problem of finding suitable mates for the men in order to prevent them from turning Proprius Bestia lay upon his shoulders, not the magi’s. Her disobedience wouldn’t look good for him in the face of the other clansmen. Tor’s reign was less than a year old and there were those who thought him unfit to lead. If it became known he couldn’t control his own magi… He didn’t want to think on that now. Another issue tortured him.
    The thought of turning Proprius Bestia tightened his chest. At the ripe young age of one hundred, if a Morphionian hadn’t found his lifemate, his inner beast took control. Confined to bestia existence drove the mind trapped inside insane. He couldn’t imagine the extent of frustration and pain one went through knowing they’d never be whole again. But he’d witnessed the uncontrollable creature they became. It saddened him to think of the losses of many great men to this curse.
    Being six months from the hundred-year mark, Tor debated his stance on the situation. Enjoying the tender caress of her hand from the tip of his cock to the base, he felt his resolve weaken. The cupping of his balls had almost done him in.
    No. He shouldn’t enjoy this. Every ounce of him wanted to continue, to take her to his bed and fuck her. His conscience roared. There were many men in great need for a mate and he was supposed to concentrate on finding a way to help them, not gratify his own sexual hunger. Though her touch left his cock hard and every molecule of his being was rankled with unrequited desire, he needed to remain in control, to remain focused on the goal.
    He wanted to know who she was, where she came from and why she was here. And most of all, did the magi have a hand in her teleportation? He needed proof in order to confront her. He should’ve known Maven was up to something. For the past couple of months, her presence had been scarce. She only appeared when summoned and on several occasions, she didn’t come in person. She’d manifested herself magically in his office in holographic form. Did that mean she wasn’t even on the Isle of Avalonia?
    Tor stared at the beauty in his bedchamber. Fear permeated the air with each inhale she took and washed off her in