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Tor hadn’t planed on killing anyone today but a male at the back was earning himself a future measured in minutes. What the eternal bells was she doing in his audience hall? Bastard had better not touch her.
Soft leather shifted as his body tightened with tension. Claws extended to grip the throne arms then disappeared. She did this, forced him to think about controlling his reactions. Low in his gut burned more than lust. It was need he couldn’t escape and couldn’t endure forever.
Tall for a pure humanoid, her perfectly proportioned body drew male eyes no matter how simply she dressed. It was probably impossible to disguise firm muscles giving her sleek curves. Tor wouldn’t mind if she tried though. The simple dress highlighted natural beauty instead of concealing it.
Elegant bone structure created perfect features. It was just unnecessary over-kill that each feature also embodied whatever it took to rouse a male libido. Eyes slightly larger than average gave her innocent appeal that naturally led a male to speculate what it’d take to turn those silver eyes sultry. Sculpted cheek bones under delicate smooth skin, distinctly humanoid nose above lush lips made any view of her profile fascinating to a Leonor male. Long neck above gently sloped shoulders naturally drew the eye down to the perfection of her body.
Tor hated that but erotic allure wafted around her. Not normal sex one thought of when looking at a beautiful female. No. With her it was edgy and dark. Something about her grace of movement, casual coordination and fluid muscle control made it easy to imagine her body straining under a much larger Leonor.
Tor didn’t want the male behind her imagining another moment. Not right there in front of him. She’d entered his domain and in this building he didn’t have to watch her captivate another.
"Why is the Beloved of my Brother standing in line to speak with me?" Tor questioned his Visor, ignoring the two males arguing their dispute before him.
"She insisted, My Lord," Karloff, High Visor, bowed as he responded.
"Unacceptable," Tor snapped.
Thick muscles bunched as he rose from the throne. Well over seven feet tall, the dark ruffed Leonor king was an imposing figure as he looped off the dais.
Offense rippled through him but it couldn’t come close to his strongest response as he neared the woman. She drew him with such power. His eyes never left her from the moment he realized she was in his lair. He didn’t even try to politely glance away. Now the back of his neck burned as he covered the distance separating them.
"Beloved of my Brother," High King Tor greeted Princes Sahara
Tor inhaled deeply while reaching for her slim hand. Subtle scents washed through him, her scent, complex but as elusive as the woman. He always had the fleeting impression of moonrise when she neared him, as if that event has a scent.
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