Keanna made her way to the table full of wives and sat down near Akari, who seemed to be irritated about something. Beatrice more than made up Akari's bad mood, though, with a story about her youngest sons’ encocomilarge calunter with what they thought was a shaggy monkey that someone had brought into the palace, but who turned out to be a visiting minister of finance from the Kingdom of Cylor. The king’s most humble apologies didn’t mollify him in the least and he had left earlier in a huff. Keanna laughed uproariously at the story, and Beatrice had turned to smile and wink at her. Suddenly the mystery of the wink that Nikolai had given to Akari was fully explained. When the food was served, Beatrice took one look at it and raised her glass to her lips. She obviously didn’t like what had been served, and not only that, she began to join Akari in shooting dirty looks over at the other table. There the Werewolves seemed to be having quite a time among themselves, laughing loudly and
Haggoz had kissed her awake not long after they’d dropped off to sleep and left her, saying he needed to speak to the king on urgent business. He looked upset and wouldn’t tell Keanna what had happened, but rushed out, telling her he’d come back later to take her home. Keanna thought it would be a good time to look at the note she’d stuffed into her robe. She got out of bed to retrieve it and then read it once, and then couldn't believe what's in it shhe read it again to make sure she hadn’t made a mistake about what she saw. The note said that Akari Kingston would be kidnapped that very night. That plans were in motion and she was to stay away from the dining room for the rest of the evening. The last part was the worst, and she read that again and again. It said the prince would be killed, if possible, along with as many of the royal family as the operatives could manage. It was a horrible note, growing weary she slowly lower her self o
In a very real way, they were challenging the status quo. This arena had always been the province of Werewolf male warriors. Females and wives or even love slaves could come—but only as spectators during the games, and they never set foot on the field. Not since the old days when captives were allowed to fight for their lives and humans had a place on the field. If they failed back then, as they most always did, because of exhaustion, injury and unfamiliarity with the weapons, they were either killed or taken as love slaves. Actual wives, with their status as cherished family members, were never allowed to be on the field. It simply wasn’t done. Since they’d arrived, Akari had felt the enormous weight of disapproval being aimed their way as an almost physical thing. Had Akari and Beatrice not been royal consorts, Akari thought they might well have been summarily ordered off the field and carried out bodily if they refused to go. She glanced over at Nikolai again and caught him stand
He was stalking across the field, oil still coating his body. He had a determined look in his eye. And Akari decided to meet him in the middle and strode out with a confidence she didn’t quite feel toward the center of the ring. Crown Prince Nikolai, who had gotten there first, stopped and watched her approach. When Akari finally stopped in front of him, he looked her insolently up and down. “I don’t like what you’re wearing.” “You should talk.” Nikolai growled at her, and not in the sexy, playful way he was used to. The last time he’d made a sound exactly like that had been just after he’d rescued her from the FeRes terrorists that had kidnapped her. Of course, at the time, Nikolai hadn’t intended it to be a rescue at all. He’d been capturing her, the woman who he thought had betrayed him, and he had planned to make him pay dearly. The sound made Akari's temper flare. They’d had this same argument about the games several times now, and it was getting old. They had an agreement, bu
Haggoz watched the play of emotions on his prince’s face go quickly from shock to outrage. His mate’s reactions were more subtle, but she was just as startled as Nikolai. Haggoz suspected he was trying hard not to show it. He had noticed this tendency in humans before—a striving not to say something rude or bad-mannered to another person’s face in an attempt not to insult them, though humans thought nothing of saying the same things behind that person’s back. So different from his own people, who ranked honesty and outspokenness above everything else. Haggoz had been searching for some time now for something to help the prisoner, some way to break him free from what Haggoz thought of as a downward spiral. Perhaps this would be a way for him to provide a useful service to the man Keanna had wronged and still give Keanna some diversion. Perhaps it would be the key to restoring the fire that used to burn so brightly inside her. “That’s out of the question,” Nikolai said, angrily, turn
Nikolai's full lips covered Akari's mouth, as Nikolai gave her a scorching kiss. The kiss gentled and deepened as Akari relaxed into it and a low hum of satisfaction began in Nikolai's chest. He ran his hands possessively, hungrily over Akari's bare body, pulling her closer and grinding against her. He shoved Akari around, face first against the fence again. One hand held Akari's head against the rough wood of the fence, while Nikolai kicked against Akari's ankles to make her spread her legs. The other hand jerked Akari's hips out toward him so that she was entirely vulnerable. Akari gave in to him and another hum of approval came from Nikolai's throat. Akari felt Nikolai rubbing his thick cock against her wet pussy, spreading his pre-cum over her. Nikolai was still exerting his dominance and showing Akari who was really in charge, so Akari braced herself against the fence, ready for him. The head of Nikolai's cock nudged inside, the tip barely breaching her, pushing against the ba
A knock on the door startled Keanna out of her daydreaming of those first days of training and she stood up as the door opened. It was Haggoz and he’d brought the consort with him. Akari Kingston stood behind him halfway in the corridor as if she hadn’t quite committed to entering yet. Keanna noticed what a warm shade of brown her eyes were and how they framed her eyes with long eyelashes that make her too pretty. It was said that the Bloody Prince had taken one look at her and fallen instantly and irrevocably in love with her. And seeing her again Keanna could easily believe it. “Hello, Akari,” she said softly and Akari's eyes narrowed as she stepped into the room. She frowned, looking angry, and Keanna took a step backward, sitting down hard in her chair. This was a mistake—she should have known the royal consort would hate her guts and have no use for anything she had to say. Instead of speaking to Keanna, however, she whirled around to glare at Haggoz. “What have you done to
Akari realized she was trembling a little and stuck her hands under the table to hide it. She'd had a long time to think about what her sister had done, but to hear this…that her crimes had even extended to ordering the death of an innocent child. It had shocked her like nothing had for a long time. She sat very still, not knowing what she could possibly say in the face of this awful revelation. Across from her, Keanna was speaking again, her eyelids thankfully falling down over the haunted blue-green eyes, hiding some of the pain. Akari pressed a hand to her mouth for a moment and then shifted her gaze back down at the scarred table. “How?” she asked quietly. “I suppose she left orders. Or maybe she had contacts still left in the palace. I don’t know.” Keanna's shoulders slumped. “She could have been lying. She’s good at that. Always was.” Keanna looked up hopefully, but then sighed. “No, I don’t want to get my hopes up about that. Not when I can’t do anything to help him in an