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from her mouth.
    She turned toward him and Garick pulled her to him, covering her mouth with his. Their juices mingled on her tongue and set her afire again. She wanted this consummation now, wanted his heavy cock buried deep inside her core until she screamed the walls of the castle down.
    He panted against her cheek as he held her close and whispered in her ear.
    “No more tonight, my princess.” He stood quickly and helped her up, then grabbed for his clothes and quickly redressed. “Soon we shall unite and you will be Queen of Winterland.” He turned and motioned Roarke out of the room, closing the door behind them.
    Noele’s body shook with the force of her response to Garick. He pleased her in many unexpected ways, and yet she had no inkling of whether she’d satisfied him or not. Yes, she’d done so physically, the evidence of that remained in the salty taste on her lips. But he’d not smiled at her or even stroked her after he’d emptied his seed in her mouth.
    He had not told her she would be his tomorrow, or that they’d be mated, only that she would become the Queen. Which could mean she could easily be handed over to Roarke if she displeased Garick.
    Roarke did not displease her, at least in his looks and the way he excited her. Yet she did not know him.
    But, she also didn’t really know Garick. So why did she ache for him to keep her?
    Before, she’d always had choices, had always done whatever she wished. She’d been in control of her own life for more seasons than she could remember. Yes, she’d known since birth of her betrothal, but she’d come and gone as she pleased in every other way. Now with the swift turn of the moon, her freedom of choice had been taken away.
    Duty be damned, she did not care for this!

Chapter Three
    “Tell us of his cock. Was it long and thick? And what of the inspection? What happened? Was it glorious? Did he touch you?”
    Noele blinked open one eye to spy Solara sitting on her bed, her eyes inquisitive, a grin spreading over her full lips. Her other sisters stood at the foot of the bed with expectant expressions on their faces.
    “It was passable.”
    Solara frowned and held her hand against Noele’s breast. “I feel your heart, and it lies to me, sister.
    Now tell us the truth.”
    Noele struggled to sit up, wiping the weariness from her eyes. Had she only just fallen asleep? She could swear she slept not a wink last eve, her mind occupied with worry about her future. Worry, and a desire so thick it seemed to spread over the very air she breathed.
    “Very well. It was beyond description. He was magnificent. A warrior, a lover, he pleased me in more ways than I could ever describe.”
    Her sisters screamed with delight, hugging her and pulling her from the bed. She extended her wings and stretched, fluttering toward the fire for warmth.
    Isolde brought them the morning meal, and Noele was surprised to discover her appetite had returned.
    As they ate, she told her sisters of the rite of inspection last eve.
    Trista’s eyes widened. “And Roarke stroked himself while watching the two of you?”
    “Yes.”
    “And what of Roarke? Is he as pleasurable as Garick?” Elise asked.
    “Roarke is very male. Although I could not view his entire body, his cock is equally as impressive as Garick’s.” Just the thought of last night had her moistening with arousal. She both anticipated and dreaded the evening of her nuptials.
    She would definitely look forward to sharing herself in the elvin custom of consummation, knowing it would be like nothing she’d ever before experienced. But what would come after—that her entire being objected to with vehement denial. Unfounded irritation at Garick pricked at her, and she forced the thoughts aside.
    “And what of Garick’s prowess?” Mina asked. “Do the stories of the elvin males hold true?” Noele laughed. “I do not know everything. But yes, his tongue is very talented.”
    “As is Roarke’s, I’m certain,”