She wanted to touch him, give him the same pleasure that he’d given her. She reached out, and he shook his head.
“I want to last, sweetheart.”
Watching her the entire time, he sheathed himself, his erection long and thick, a pillar of marble like the statues in his home country. Her need to have him inside her must have reflected on her face, for he wasted no time in taking his place between her thighs.
The broad head unerringly found her entrance, delving inside in tiny increments as she accommodated him with some difficulty.
“So tight, Jessie.”
So full, she wrapped her legs around his muscled buttocks, pulling him fully into her and they both paused. Tears trickled from the corner of her eyes, and he jerked up, his features tense with alarm.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No. I just missed you—this—so much. The intimacy.”
Pain flashed in his eyes, lids lowering before he stared into hers again. “I missed us too. I’ve never stopped loving you.”
They rocked together for a moment before Adrian growled in an apparent effort to contain himself before powering into her the way she recalled, ravaging her. Claiming her.
It was as exhilarating as she remembered and she tightened her hold, looping her arms around his shoulders and tucking her face against his chest. Her being shrank to encompass the man making love to her, feeling his familiar movements and hearing those familiar sounds. The intervening years and tumultuous emotions were swept away.
Her heart full to bursting, she felt the moment when he climaxed, his movements losing their sureness. With a shuddering gasp, he held hard against her and sagged, pinning her with his weight. She welcomed it.
Hitching to the side without losing his grip on her, he pushed her hair back from her face. “I had merely hoped that we’d talk.”
A saucy, sated grin stretching her mouth wide, she said, “Actions sometimes speak louder than words.”
He smiled back. “Will you marry me, Jessie? Let me give you and Michael my name, and me a home? You both have my heart. Can you trust that I’ve learned my lesson well?”
Smoothing a hand down his cheek, she said, “I will. And I do.”
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BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
RULER’S CONCUBINE
Peri Elizabeth Scott
Copyright © 2016
Sample Chapter
“We have done all that can be accomplished, Ruler.” The other healer nodded in agreement, and the pity flitting across his stoic face conveyed more than the actual words. Lysett of the House of Daboort inclined his head and schooled his own features, forcing himself to accept the hard, brutal truth. His concubine was dying, and their recently conceived child with her.
It was the same for most unions of his world. Fertile women were few and far between, and those who managed to conceive rarely went full term, the baby always failing to survive if born early. Others, as was now inevitable for his childhood friend, Trosan, succumbed to the pregnancy, long before their child was viable. What should have been an ecstatically happy time for all Meridian couples, learning they were to be parents, was one tainted by fear and anxiety.
It was horrifyingly frustrating, that despite all their renowned technology, the Meridians were unable to address this medical issue. It was thought to be genetic, but if so, the genes mutated with abandon and could not be cataloged or corrected. Post mortems were now allowed, despite the cultural resistance to such things, but each and every case was different. It was time for a change, regardless of the resistance he’d likely face.
“Leave us.” He nodded his understanding and appreciation of the fruitless efforts of the healers, despite his lowering heart.
Squaring his shoulders and adopting a calm demeanor, he made his way into the sleeping chamber where he would sit with Trosan until she passed. The symptoms varied from female to female, but they all tended to slip away at the end, oblivious, as their bodies rejected the pregnancy and succumbed to the toxins. Her hand lay passively in his own throughout his vigil, but he told himself she knew he was there as he recounted their childhood adventures together.
“Our union was inevitable, dear friend.” He said it out loud to convince himself it was true because had there been another female, one his body and soul responded to, he and Trosan would never have joined. Guilt soaked his being.
“My childhood was full because of you.” That rang with utter sincerity, and now his future stretched out emptily.
They were far better friends than lovers. But Trosan was willing to help him accomplish his duty—an heir to carry on the family line. His brother was long dead on the field of battle in a far-off station, and it fell to Lysett to ensure the continuation of his House and its rule.
He smoothed the hair from her brow, marking her pallor. “How am I to rule without you to come home to and soothe my questions and self-doubt? And offer your insight?”
There were some who might disagree, but the majority of Meridia’s citizens and those of the outlying planets didn’t chafe under his governance, and he did his best to live up to his credo, that of being fair and consistent whilst taking into account cultural differences. It meant a fine line to walk at times, but with Trosan in his home and his parents offering support and counsel despite their advancing years, Lysett couldn’t say he regretted his position. Until now. How would he find the time to grieve?
Trosan moved slightly beneath his touch and he held his breath, but she didn’t open her eyes, even when he pressed her hand between his. His pain was exacerbated by that terrible guilt and nothing eased it. It had taken his best friend years to conceive, and he secretly wondered if it was because they came together in a lackluster regard for one another sexually, reliant upon the aphrodisiac elixir they imbibed to carry out their joining.
The passionate joinings documented in the tomes of the past had fallen by the wayside in lieu of so-called improvements in lifestyle and far-reaching political aspirations. As Ruler, he was as guilty of perpetuating that lifestyle, perhaps more so.
There were times he also wondered if Trosan longed for a passionate union with someone other than himself. Because he struggled from time to time with pressing sexual needs not assuaged by their times together to procreate. He had heated memories of earlier, purely sexual relationships to compare with the one he and Trosan shared, and those now brought him the darkest shame.
He now told himself fiercely he’d take any additional number of years together with only Trosan in his life, forgoing any breeding efforts, if she might live through the affliction.
“I am so sorry, Trosan.” He spoke quietly for hours, hoping she heard him and was comforted.
Dawn was breaking in the west when she sighed her last, peaceful breath. It was as if she’d stepped away from him, no stutter in her chest or throat, merely gone. The sense of loss overwhelmed him in that instant, and he fell forward to rest his forehead on her belly, the swell of their child not yet apparent. He murmured his farewell to both, before once again composing himself and moving to the doorway to usher in her parents, inconsolable in their grief.
It was a measure of just how dim the future was for Meridia, with its lack of children, that neither parent displayed any blame toward him for instigating the cause of her death. They accepted their daughter’s honorable patriotism and sense of duty, perhaps better than he had.
Feeling adrift, he allowed his own parents to enfold him in their embrace and tried to respond appropriately to their condolences, but all he could think about was how he’d lost his best friend and was still beset with a daunting task. If he didn’t produce an heir within the next few years, males of other Houses who’
d successfully procreated had the right to seek his office. If it was as simple as that, Lysett might be willing to step aside, and give up rule, but he knew from past history that Meridia would be plunged into civil war as factions battled for supremacy. He refused to be responsible for that if there was another way.
“We both deeply regret your loss, son,” his father, Yu’un, said quietly. “We had hoped…”
Ellyce, his mother, wept openly and whispered through her tears. “Trosan has been part of our family for so long. Yes, we had hoped.”
He knew the thought of a grandchild had united Trosan’s parents again, for they too had married for political reasons, and while they liked and respected one another, love had never fully blossomed. His parents had a grand love, and he believed it significant that both he and his brother had been conceived and carried to term, whereas Trosan was an only child—and a female, the result of considerable medical tinkering. A miracle, she had very nearly not survived her birth—and he’d killed her.
“We all hoped, Mother. Trosan no less than any of us. Duty has taken a terrible toll.”
Extricating himself from his mother’s hold, he suggested she and Yu’un tend to Trosan’s parents and strode down the hall until he reached his work room. Bast was ensconced behind the smaller desk, working diligently on the documents and reports that never seemed to lessen in number, not even when the Ruler’s concubine was dying. They both normally worked in the government office, but naturally stayed in his home to be closer to his concubine. The other male jumped to his feet.
“It is over then, Master?” Real sorrow filled Bast’s eyes. He’d known Trosan nearly as long as Lysett, and there were times when Lysett thought his first servant’s feelings went far deeper for Trosan than he let be known. For a moment, he envied the man his option of immersing himself in the mundane, rather than deal with the sadness of imminent death.
“She is gone, Bast.” The statement helped Lysett accept the hard fact with utter intensity and he barely made it to a chair before his legs weakened.
Master and servant sat in silence for some time, the suns rising and spreading their rays and warmth over the thick walls and lilting through narrow windows of Lysett’s abode. The shards of light made fanciful patterns on the tile floor and his mind traced over them, searching for a purpose. Finally, he stirred himself.
“It’s distasteful to raise the issue, Bast, but duty waits for nothing and no one. I need an heir. The planet needs one. Have you made any progress?”
Bast’s face was strained and his eyes weary, but he immediately turned to the task, taking up a screen tablet from the desk’s surface. Tapping through several pages, he nodded in apparent satisfaction, though spoke in an apologetic tone.
“There is no doubt, Master. You are not fated to find a suitable concubine from this world. There are no compatible females in any database. But I have researched Meridia law, Ruler. Extensively. And I have had two of my assistant clerks double-check for me.”
Lysett cut his servant off, experiencing no surprise at the news. There had never been a compatible female, other than for casual, if pleasurable, sexual encounters. It was why he and Trosan had mated, and she’d paid the ultimate price. “You’re saying I have options. Why is this something we’ve not heard before?”
With a shrug, Bast set down his screen. “Meridians aren’t known for their, uh, acceptance of other cultures. At least they weren’t until your House assumed rule. The past speaks for itself. It was all about conquering and acquiring. Things have improved since then, insofar as tolerance levels improving amongst the populace. Perhaps because we lack for nothing else. We could look to other species, and I propose we do so.”
Xenophobia had indeed been a historical fact, and Lysett knew that even today old distrusts and elitism remained in a few Houses. Bast was correct in his assumption that none of them would have voluntarily looked outside their own kind for a concubine, not even to bear a child. In truth, Lysett wasn’t sure how he felt about it, but after losing Trosan, he accepted the fact he likely had no choice. Meridians had no choice.
Bast interpreted his silence as condemnation. “There will be other females from Meridia willing to take the risk, Master, if you believe it is perilous to flout convention. Perhaps with increased medical attention—”
“No, it makes no sense. We have excellent medical knowledge and it would still be sentencing another of our females to death.”
“Sir?”
He focused his attention back on his first servant and donned the mantle of his leadership. “I haven’t the time. Meridia doesn’t have the time. Conception is uncertain and can take so long, and considering the unacceptable probability of the demise of both mother and child … it’s time we looked outside our world.”
Bast waited patiently, knowing his master well.
Lysett made a snap decision. “Search out any possible candidates from among the other planets. I will leave shortly for the Bra’oor quadrant, to meet with the General of our outpost there.”
That particular General was a male after Lysett’s own heart, and after hearing Bast’s research, he thought to consult with the man about the plan to seek concubines from other species. He wouldn’t be overt, but could get a sense of the tolerance for such a thing. As Ruler, Lysett had learned to cloak his plans in distraction, the better to confuse and mislead others who wished him harm. The General had been utterly dependable in the past and would hopefully be so again.
“The Bra’oor aren’t candidates, for certain,” his first servant offered.
Lysett suppressed a shudder. The pale creatures with their transparent skin and elongated fingers, not to mention the third eyelid, didn’t appeal to him at all. He supposed they were elegant and cultured in their own way, but he tended toward…
What exactly did draw him? Trosan was tall and voluptuous, with thick, dark hair that hung in rampant curls over her shoulders like all the other females on his planet, and her eyes were the pale green of their kind. He blocked off the memory and tamped down the misery and loss. He had to attend to his duties, and whomever Bast came up with, her appearance was moot. Perhaps any compatible species would be tougher, and he and his ruling House would be blessed with good fortune. Set the example for his people. He appreciated that other species might not be inclined to mate with a Meridian, but he pushed the vagrant thought aside. The Meridians were conquerors and there were many means to compel victory.
“Find a match, Bast. Goddess willing, you’ll be successful.” Despite experiencing a sense of betrayal of Trosan, Lysett allowed himself a tiny glimmer of hope that he might yet save his kind.
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