All Chapters of The Taming: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

“Tell them!” She ceased pacing to shout. What does she want me to tell them? That I wander to help them? That I get hurt aiding one, and still go to rescue another. No. They would stop calling for me. “No.” He frowned. “What purpose would that serve? There’s no need for them to know.” “You’re serious!” She was askance. “You think there’s no need?” Her voice was rising to a dangerous note. What am I missing?  He was baffled, eyeing her warily, as she harrumphed and knelt at his feet. Forcing herself into his eyeline. He was aware of the hurt written over his face, as she hurled judgements.  “I’ve never tried to upset you.” He murmured. “I hate to see your unhappiness.” “Then take me with you.” She put her hands to his knees and leaned up near his face, making her inescapable. “When?” He asked, turquoise eyes wide. Trying to buy a bit of time to think

She didn’t say anything back. Despite the heartrending declaration he’d just made. He wanted to ask. More than he’d ever wanted anything. But the light trailing of her tongue along the gold length of his neck up to his ear had him purring as he tipped his head to offer her more. He heard the swish of soft fabric and guessed that she was shedding that silky lavender gown that had framed the curves on her small frame like a second skin. He heard a second hush of it. Guessing those were sleeves one and two. She wiggled slightly and when she leaned over him, the graze of those breasts, was pure feminine skin along his flesh. He groaned in delightful misery. His fingers curling into the bedding. “Woman!” He objected into his pillow. “Stay.” She gave a light shove at the back of his head. She moved gold blonde hair off his neck. Letting the waves sit alongside his shoulder. Before she began kissing down the back of his neck in a way

Seeing that lost look had spurred him into returning to that table. She watched his approach apprehensively. Staring up at him. Eyes widening, she slowly chewed. Watching him round the table until he stood across from her. She swallowed hard as he leaned across it. Gold eyes flashing, he closed in on her. “Never...is a very long time, My Lady…After all, you agreed to ally with Your Prince of Air and Darkness.” He lifted his glass to toast her. How am I so different? She blew a relieved breath. What did she think I’d do? Crawl across this table and tip her over? Is she so afraid of me touching her? Kissing her? Only comfortable when she’s the one in control, is she? He’d hoped she’d deny the man was hers. No such luck. To his disappointment, she swept her glass from the table. Sending wine over the fine rug. She stood. Livid with rage. Eyes glinting red and chin tipped in

  “You’re right.” Rhyers relented. Feeling a bit ashamed. “You grow impatient with him.” “I grow impatient with his sour demeanor.” “Help him Rhyers.” “Can’t you?” “I…Cannot.” I’m still healing. What Elsabet said crossed his mind. Her chiding him that he should tell all his brethren when he was injured. But he didn’t want them to know that he couldn’t, physically help. I’ll always find a way to help. “What were you thinking just now?” Rhyers queried. Dropping to the blue chair. “About Raese?” Rhyers sighed. “It seems like he’s been on all our minds a lot lately. Do you think he’s still out there?” “I dream of him now and then.” “But do you think he is?” Rhyers asked stubbornly. “It’s been very qui

Sebastian’s low whistle summoned Mandrake. He materialized near the stable door. His black hair streaming in the afternoon breeze. Exposing his long pointy ears. He wore brown clothes today, of uncommonly rough cloth. Which crossed his torso then slung around slim hips. Looking much like Dread Country leaves stitched together. Probably is. Bast grunted. The elven breed didn’t like the cloths that constricted humankind. They preferred the natural covers the forests offered. Or nothing. Elengard was about the only exception to the rule that Sebastian knew of. She preferred her prim and proper clothing. Though still wearing similar materials as them, her clothes offered far more cover. Timus emerged next. Similar in coloring, he strode to the drawbridge quarters and caused the massive construction to lift. Water poured from the underside, in torrents of frothing foam. Closing with an ominous thunk. Timus was charged with