|
An Excerpt From: FIRE PRINCES’ BRIDE
Copyright © REBECCA AIRIES, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
She wasn’t afraid of them. They weren’t a threat. Well,
not to her physical safety. The interest she saw burning in their eyes was
another matter. This promised an interesting introduction.
She shook her head and focused. That spell had taken her
power and they hadn’t even said “I’m sorry.”
She turned her head and, as she slowly rose to her feet,
looked at the two men—the Princes from the Volirian
Realm. They weren’t the first Sobrin men she’d
seen, but they were the first Sobrin twins she’d
encountered. By the Waters, they were gorgeous.
The two were almost identical. Their skin was
blue-green, the most common Sobrin skin color,
but these two men definitely wouldn’t get lost in a crowd. Purple hair hung
to just below their shoulders. One man had it clubbed back and the other
let it hang free. Their slanted, amber-colored eyes glittered as they
returned her assessing stare. Her eyes ran over their faces in utter
feminine fascination. Angles and planes combined with curves to arrange
into visages of predatory beauty.
Both men were of the same height, very tall. Their
broad, muscled chests and corded arms drew her eyes. The man on the right
wore a red tunic and the one on the left a muted brown one. Both tunics
were skin-tight across their chests.
Her eyes skimmed down, switching from one to the other
and back again as her interest was sparked. Her gaze slid over their
abdomens to powerfully muscled thighs. Both men wore tight black pants and
she savored the view. Judging from the bulges at the crotches of those
pants, they were well-endowed. For a moment, she allowed her eyes to
linger. Her time here definitely wouldn’t be boring.
The only differences she found came in their faces. The
man on the right had a slight bump on the blade of his nose. The man on the
left had a dimple in his left cheek and the line of his jaw was squarer
than his brother’s.
Karissa drew in a deep breath,
watching them. They were tempting, but there were two of them. In the Frejan
Court, she’d heard of ménage
affairs as well as ménage bondings. She didn’t
think she was ready to try handling two men just yet. And choosing between
them wouldn’t be easy. Sin and temptation in flesh. That the two of
them happened to have purple hair and blue-green skin was irrelevant. They
were a woman’s fantasy come to life.
Yes, tall, blue-green and packing. Ijina’s sultry purr rumbled through Karissa’s
mind. Your mind might say “They are Princes of another Realm. It’s our
duty to make sure they return home safely,” but your body says, “Jump them
and let’s have fun.”
Karissa managed to restrain
the laugh that bubbled within her, but couldn’t contain the smile that
curved her lips. With a few sentences, Ijina had
managed to lighten her mood. She had been on the verge of anger, ready to
rail at them for binding her powers.
“I am Karissa Moshen of the Tengan House of
the Frejan Court,
Aliara to the Frejan Court.”
She curtsied to the two Princes, bowing her head in respect to their
titles.
“I am Callan Forain, Prince of the Volirian Court,”
the man on the right stated formally in a deep, resonant voice. “This is my
brother, Tyral Forain,
Prince of the Volirian Court.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Aliara
Karissa.” Tyral stepped
forward, his smile wide as he greeted her, flashing his long, sharp
canines. The dimple again appeared on his cheek, tempting her to explore it
with her tongue.
The sight of those fangs surprised her. As far as she
knew, their sharp teeth only appeared at times of high stress. But she really
didn’t know much more than the basics about Sobrin
twins. They certainly didn’t look upset.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Prince Callan
and Prince Tyral of the Volirian Court,”
she responded formally. A whiff of spicy scent swirled around her. Rich intan spice. She had no idea if it was cologne or their
natural male scent, but she felt the strong desire to snuggle up to one of
them and find out. “Tell me why you’re still here. There are two of you and
you both have great power. You didn’t need the aid of another to help you
leave.”
“You took a long time to get here.” Callan’s
smile was easy as he stepped up beside her.
“What are you talking about?” Karissa
was thoroughly confused by that cryptic remark. She doubted she’d have ever
come to this planet if they hadn’t gone missing. “And why are you ignoring
my question?”
“We were following the suggestion of one of our fathers’
advisors. He told us to wait for something valuable. And I have to agree
that you are beyond compare.” Tyral briefly took
her hand between his large palms.
“You were waiting for me.” She stared at them with wide
eyes. Why would an advisor from the Fire Realm tell them to wait for her?
She certainly didn’t mind meeting them, but she didn’t understand it.
“Yes.” Callan’s hand cupped her
shoulder. “Come. We’ll take you to our temporary home.”
The warmth of his palm seemed to burn through the fabric
of her shirt. His fingers brushed down her arm and in spite of the
high-quality thick cloth, it felt as if they were actually touching skin to
skin. Forcing herself to focus, she nodded.
She took Callan’s extended
hand. Her mind was racing. Why were they waiting to return to Vinganis? They were both extremely powerful.
Even without her aid, they could rip a hole in that spell and get to a
friendly world. They’d be able to take her with them without any
difficulties. Once on a safe world, they could contact her family.
Karissa stopped questioning
what only they could answer. She decided to relax and enjoy her time here.
In this situation, having sex with one or even both of them wouldn’t be
seen as strange by even the staunchest matron. It wasn’t likely that she’d
be given much more time before being sent on her Ra’Asien.
She’d take what freedom she could find and revel in it. Ijina
was always telling her to relax, to follow her passions. This was one time
that she intended to try.
CLOSE WINDOW
|