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to touch her or to feel her hair or wave their huge erections at her face. She swore colorfully,
kicking and biting down hard on anyone who came too close
The sun had slipped behind the mountains as the bidding started. Youths hurriedly brought
flaming torches to the market square, setting them up in the brass holders surrounding the stage.
Many Rams bid and she spat and swore at each of them as they stepped forward to make their
offer. The crowd parted and the two men who had challenged Dare stepped forward. The blond-
haired one threw a full bag of gold coins at the feet of the auctioneer and the bidding stopped.
Rams uttered their dismay as the auctioneer accepted this bid. The blond glanced toward Jill and
his cornflower blue eyes met hers for an instant. Did she see pity there?
He turned to the auctioneer as the request came for him to supply his name for the record of
sale.
I m Tallin of Lonza Pride. Clean her and bring her to my hut. Let no male touch her or they
will die by my hand. We shall be leaving at sunrise.
The auctioneer handed Tallin the book to make his mark. He cast Jill another quick glance,
turned on his heel and strode away, head held high. The other dark haired man fell into stride
beside him.
The Ram that had secured her to the stake smiled broadly, showing a fine set of thick
yellowing fangs.
Allow me to bathe her, and mayhap extract recompense for the injuries sustained, he
begged the auctioneer, his arms spread out at his sides.
No, Zafim. The pride male that purchased her was very insistent she not be touched. The
auctioneer walked toward Jill but stopped when he was still some distance away. For a Human,
being a slave to a pride male would be preferable to becoming the slave of a Ram. My advice to
you, Human, is to calm yourself so I can arrange a bath for you. Would you not want to please a
master that would pay a king s ransom for you?
Jill lifted her chin. Another bloody cat, but thank God not a Ram. I ll behave as long as that pig
has nothing more to do with me, she said, pointing to the Ram as she struggled to stand on
wobbly legs.
Cut her free. He addressed his assistant and then turned and glared at her. And slave?
Don t think that you ll escape Devil s Hollow. If you so much as breathe in the wrong direction I ll
gladly give you to the Rams, he threatened.
Jill followed him, her legs stiff and her wrists burning as she walked through the town.
Despite her discomfort, she held her head high. She would get through this, she decided.
Flickering torches lit the pool, heated, she suspected, from the volcano, the same as the one in the
grotto, although this one was lifeless and barren. Nothing survived for long in this atmosphere,
and the rocks around the pool were dark red and devoid of moss.
Many frolicked in the hot water and Rams took turns copulating with their new slaves on
the warm rocks. The air hung heavy with the stink of the Rams and the unmistakable smell of sex.
The auctioneer stood, arms folded over his chest, as Jill ducked below the thick swirling red-
stained water. She scrubbed her body, trying to rid her skin of the touch of the men who had
pawed at her.
Jill s keeper ordered her from the pool and marched her to the last unit in a line of brightly
painted huts set hard against the rock face. He knocked once on the door. When it opened, he
pushed her toward the man standing inside. She stepped into the hut, holding her head high.
Water streamed from her hair down her back, forming puddles on the scrubbed wooden floor. The
room enclosed her with humidity made more unbearable by the steam rising from the rock pool at
one end of the cabin.
Tallin stood bare to the waist. He touched her arm gently and handed her a thick piece of
linen.
Dry yourself, Jill. Prince Darrius left a tunic for you to wear. He turned away to spoon
spicy smelling food into a blue porcelain bowl on the table.
Jill watched him closely as she dried her body and then her hair. His skin carried a slight
tan. His face was strong and yet his eyes made him appear almost angelic. His body was strongly
muscled, and he had the most fascinating hair. She found it took a great deal of willpower not to
reach out and touch it. It tumbled down his back in a cascade of cherub curls, almost as if he wore
a magnificent halo.
She started, noticing the other male lounging on a massive bed, his dark eyes intently
watching her every move. He stretched like a cat, his huge muscular body clad only in a thin silk
loincloth. His hair fell in a sheet of black silk to wide shoulders of burnished copper, so much like
Dare he made her weak at the knees. He smiled at her interest, resting his head in the palm of one
hand. Tallin followed her gaze and frowned.
This is Aric.
Aric inclined his head but remained silent.
She watched Tallin retrieve a tunic from the massive bed and bring it to her. His eyes never
left hers. She grasped the tunic and brought it to her nose as Dare s hypnotic scent surrounded her.
She clutched the shirt to her breast as true pain stabbed deep in her heart, the need for Dare
overwhelming.
Tallin watched Jill with interest. The prince s mate was unmarked but already tied to him by
his scent. No doubt, he had already claimed her body and imprinted on her. This female showed
great strength and courage, a fine choice for a prince. She had fought so hard this day to prevent
any other from taking his place. He presumed, by her gentle sobs into the soft fabric of the tunic,
that she was unaware of Dare s plans.
Put on the tunic, Jill, and sit here, he requested politely, sitting down at the small table in
the middle of the room.
Jill sat. Tears ran constantly from her red-rimmed eyes and spilled down her cheeks.
I don t belong here! I j-just want to go home to my f-family, she pleaded
I do understand, Jill. But at present you have no choice; you must remain with us.
Jill cast Tallin a glare. I ll never love you. You may do with me as you wish but I m not
yours and never will be. No matter how much gold you threw around to buy me.
Well said. Now eat, drink and get some rest. We must leave at daybreak. Tallin lifted a
spoonful of food and held it to her lips.
She ate everything he offered. She consumed a great deal of wine Miza, Dare had called it;
the spicy liquid gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling and took the edge off her fear. Aric came to the
table and sat on the edge, his heavy masculine musk so different from Dare s delicious scent. He
ran a warm finger down her cheek, and lifted her chin, examining her with a confused expression.
She is unmarked. There s no reason we can t enjoy her while she s in our company. I can
see she desires us, her nipples harden at my touch.
Tallin laid a hand on his arm. She s been imprinted by Prince Darrius; can t you see how
she grieves for him?
Aric smiled. She grieves for a male s touch; her eyes tell me I ll do nicely.
She requires rest and Nox will be here soon. Mayhap you should use your glamour to calm
her to sleep.
Jill flinched as Aric bent toward her and she pushed away the hand that cupped her cheek.
You must not fear me, Jill. Prince Darrius sister, Helsa, is our true mate and we ll follow
her tomorrow so we can claim her as our own.
So why did Tallin buy me?
Tallin turned his cornflower blue eyes toward her. I did this on the prince s behalf. He
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to touch her or to feel her hair or wave their huge erections at her face. She swore colorfully,
kicking and biting down hard on anyone who came too close
The sun had slipped behind the mountains as the bidding started. Youths hurriedly brought
flaming torches to the market square, setting them up in the brass holders surrounding the stage.
Many Rams bid and she spat and swore at each of them as they stepped forward to make their
offer. The crowd parted and the two men who had challenged Dare stepped forward. The blond-
haired one threw a full bag of gold coins at the feet of the auctioneer and the bidding stopped.
Rams uttered their dismay as the auctioneer accepted this bid. The blond glanced toward Jill and
his cornflower blue eyes met hers for an instant. Did she see pity there?
He turned to the auctioneer as the request came for him to supply his name for the record of
sale.
I m Tallin of Lonza Pride. Clean her and bring her to my hut. Let no male touch her or they
will die by my hand. We shall be leaving at sunrise.
The auctioneer handed Tallin the book to make his mark. He cast Jill another quick glance,
turned on his heel and strode away, head held high. The other dark haired man fell into stride
beside him.
The Ram that had secured her to the stake smiled broadly, showing a fine set of thick
yellowing fangs.
Allow me to bathe her, and mayhap extract recompense for the injuries sustained, he
begged the auctioneer, his arms spread out at his sides.
No, Zafim. The pride male that purchased her was very insistent she not be touched. The
auctioneer walked toward Jill but stopped when he was still some distance away. For a Human,
being a slave to a pride male would be preferable to becoming the slave of a Ram. My advice to
you, Human, is to calm yourself so I can arrange a bath for you. Would you not want to please a
master that would pay a king s ransom for you?
Jill lifted her chin. Another bloody cat, but thank God not a Ram. I ll behave as long as that pig
has nothing more to do with me, she said, pointing to the Ram as she struggled to stand on
wobbly legs.
Cut her free. He addressed his assistant and then turned and glared at her. And slave?
Don t think that you ll escape Devil s Hollow. If you so much as breathe in the wrong direction I ll
gladly give you to the Rams, he threatened.
Jill followed him, her legs stiff and her wrists burning as she walked through the town.
Despite her discomfort, she held her head high. She would get through this, she decided.
Flickering torches lit the pool, heated, she suspected, from the volcano, the same as the one in the
grotto, although this one was lifeless and barren. Nothing survived for long in this atmosphere,
and the rocks around the pool were dark red and devoid of moss.
Many frolicked in the hot water and Rams took turns copulating with their new slaves on
the warm rocks. The air hung heavy with the stink of the Rams and the unmistakable smell of sex.
The auctioneer stood, arms folded over his chest, as Jill ducked below the thick swirling red-
stained water. She scrubbed her body, trying to rid her skin of the touch of the men who had
pawed at her.
Jill s keeper ordered her from the pool and marched her to the last unit in a line of brightly
painted huts set hard against the rock face. He knocked once on the door. When it opened, he
pushed her toward the man standing inside. She stepped into the hut, holding her head high.
Water streamed from her hair down her back, forming puddles on the scrubbed wooden floor. The
room enclosed her with humidity made more unbearable by the steam rising from the rock pool at
one end of the cabin.
Tallin stood bare to the waist. He touched her arm gently and handed her a thick piece of
linen.
Dry yourself, Jill. Prince Darrius left a tunic for you to wear. He turned away to spoon
spicy smelling food into a blue porcelain bowl on the table.
Jill watched him closely as she dried her body and then her hair. His skin carried a slight
tan. His face was strong and yet his eyes made him appear almost angelic. His body was strongly
muscled, and he had the most fascinating hair. She found it took a great deal of willpower not to
reach out and touch it. It tumbled down his back in a cascade of cherub curls, almost as if he wore
a magnificent halo.
She started, noticing the other male lounging on a massive bed, his dark eyes intently
watching her every move. He stretched like a cat, his huge muscular body clad only in a thin silk
loincloth. His hair fell in a sheet of black silk to wide shoulders of burnished copper, so much like
Dare he made her weak at the knees. He smiled at her interest, resting his head in the palm of one
hand. Tallin followed her gaze and frowned.
This is Aric.
Aric inclined his head but remained silent.
She watched Tallin retrieve a tunic from the massive bed and bring it to her. His eyes never
left hers. She grasped the tunic and brought it to her nose as Dare s hypnotic scent surrounded her.
She clutched the shirt to her breast as true pain stabbed deep in her heart, the need for Dare
overwhelming.
Tallin watched Jill with interest. The prince s mate was unmarked but already tied to him by
his scent. No doubt, he had already claimed her body and imprinted on her. This female showed
great strength and courage, a fine choice for a prince. She had fought so hard this day to prevent
any other from taking his place. He presumed, by her gentle sobs into the soft fabric of the tunic,
that she was unaware of Dare s plans.
Put on the tunic, Jill, and sit here, he requested politely, sitting down at the small table in
the middle of the room.
Jill sat. Tears ran constantly from her red-rimmed eyes and spilled down her cheeks.
I don t belong here! I j-just want to go home to my f-family, she pleaded
I do understand, Jill. But at present you have no choice; you must remain with us.
Jill cast Tallin a glare. I ll never love you. You may do with me as you wish but I m not
yours and never will be. No matter how much gold you threw around to buy me.
Well said. Now eat, drink and get some rest. We must leave at daybreak. Tallin lifted a
spoonful of food and held it to her lips.
She ate everything he offered. She consumed a great deal of wine Miza, Dare had called it;
the spicy liquid gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling and took the edge off her fear. Aric came to the
table and sat on the edge, his heavy masculine musk so different from Dare s delicious scent. He
ran a warm finger down her cheek, and lifted her chin, examining her with a confused expression.
She is unmarked. There s no reason we can t enjoy her while she s in our company. I can
see she desires us, her nipples harden at my touch.
Tallin laid a hand on his arm. She s been imprinted by Prince Darrius; can t you see how
she grieves for him?
Aric smiled. She grieves for a male s touch; her eyes tell me I ll do nicely.
She requires rest and Nox will be here soon. Mayhap you should use your glamour to calm
her to sleep.
Jill flinched as Aric bent toward her and she pushed away the hand that cupped her cheek.
You must not fear me, Jill. Prince Darrius sister, Helsa, is our true mate and we ll follow
her tomorrow so we can claim her as our own.
So why did Tallin buy me?
Tallin turned his cornflower blue eyes toward her. I did this on the prince s behalf. He
thought it necessary to get his sister to safety as soon as possible. He feigned disinterest in you so [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]