"May I introduce Lady Nah'Dara of the House of Lehr, niece to Lord Trenton Lehr.” At the cue, she walked forward on legs that felt foreign to her. She held her head high, not even daring to look at her uncle who sat next to the Altarians. The royals at the table stood. She could feel their eyes on her as she walked to the center of the room.
Her throat felt suddenly dry. She did not dare wipe at the bead of sweat that dripped between her breasts.
She stopped where she was instructed by Lord Klehor. He watched her intently expecting her to perform her duty down to the letter. She did not want to disappoint him. She happened to have grown closer to him over the last two weeks than her own uncle.
She raised her arms out to her sides in the customary tradition of greeting. Taking in a shallow breath, she prepared her mind to speak the words in the foreign Altarian tongue.
"We, the solemn people of the Notalvian Alliance, welcome your family into ours.” She curtsied deep, graceful, and very different from when she practiced it. She saw Lord Klehor's face change from expressionless to a hint of utter pride.
Was she supposed to stay like that until one of the Altarians came to accept her invitation? What if she did not translate it correctly?
Theora would eat this up. She always waited for a moment when she totally screwed up. Had she offended anyone?
Oh, Spirit, what if she slipped up calling them a dog or something?
It seemed like she had been waiting forever. Her back was starting to strain when she saw a pair of dark boots stand in front of her. Though her curiosity was getting the best of her, she did not dare look up from those boots. By the size of them, she knew there was a large man towering over her.
"And we, the people of Altaria, welcome you into ours.” The man spoke in perfect Galactic Standard English. Spirit, he had a deep voice. Beautiful, hypnotic voice, that bordered on husky as well as being extremely familiar. He clasped her hands into his pulling her back to standing. There was something familiar about his touch. She had felt it before. The strength in his hands sent electricity shooting up her arm and awareness down into her womb.
Tentatively, she looked up, her eyes meeting the most stunning pair of grey eyes that she had ever seen. Hidden in the shadows was the watchfully eye of appreciation that was barely contained by his stern expression. He took her by the hand leading her to the banquet table.
Nah'Dara was stunned speechless. The man who held her by the hand was a stone cold fox. Strong chiseled jaw lined with a well-trimmed goatee the color of midnight black. His eyes are what caught her off guard. They were piercing orbs of silver, intelligent, haunting grey eyes that held her captive. The way he was mesmerizing her had her wanting to do anything that he asked.
She loved his dark midnight black hair that hung loosely around his shoulders. It took all of her not to touch the long tresses. He did not smile though the way his eyes watched her, he was definitely pleased with what he saw. He was much taller than she was. The top of her head barely came to the middle of his chest. That would make him, what, at least six feet? He was a giant.
She could hear Kiana in her head saying, ‘Are you finished with that because if you are, I would like a bite.’ Grrrrrr...
Nevertheless, something nagged at her. She knew this Altarian. It was in his touch, his eyes, his hair, the way he spoke to her in the deep sensuous voice that burned her soul. She did not dare, take another look at him, but she could have sworn that she had seen him somewhere before.
Lord Trenton walked up to them, his eyes shining. “My niece, I would like to introduce to you Great Prince Eriq Santar LoMoq, of the House of Tylen."
Nah'Dara, a deep voice purred into her mind.
That voice. I know that voice.
It cannot be! She did not want to scowl at him in front of everyone, so she gave him a look of pure ice. Each and every vivid imaged of both dreams came back to her. Him standing before her bare-chested and beautiful, him throwing her over his shoulder hauling her away, him laying her down kissing her all over her body.
This cannot be happening. The man who stood in front of her was the great Prince of Altaria, the man that she who she happened to not want to marry. All that time with him in her dreams, did he know it was she? He had known. It is the only way it could be explained. Why was he here, and not a figment of her imagination? How dare he invade her mind in such a private way to seduce her into doing what ever he wanted. Not the she complained. Just the thought of his touch sent shivers through her. Anger swelled to life inside her leaving her shaken and dizzy.
Forcing her calm, mentally vowing that he would pay later, she managed a shaky curtsy. “It is a pleasure to meet you, my lord."
His jaw ticked slightly before answering her. “The pleasure is mine, Lady Lehr."
She allowed the Great Prince to lead her to her seat next to him. The wind was utterly out of her sails, leaving her very confused. How could he have been real at all? She resorted to the fact that he was a dream, an ‘every sexual fantasy come true’ kind of dream. It totally contradicted the fact that she had pumped herself up to believe that the great prince was nothing more than a fat slobbering fool.
The man walking with her holding her hand was gorgeous, a fox as Kiana would say. He was nowhere near short, fat, balding, or ugly for that matter. He almost had the look of the warrior in her dream, but he did not have his blazing silver eyes, or the roughness about him. This man was cultured, educated, civilized. Her warrior was wild and untamed. She would not change a thing about him.
She felt the hurt and rage well up inside her. She was not going to be this man's trophy no more than he would be her warrior. It only made her stand by what she was going to do.
* * * *
Eriq spent hours watching Nah'Dara. The dark seductive woman in his dreams evolved to real life as Lady Nah'Dara Lehr, though his dreams never did her justice. For the brief time that he held her hand, he placed the feel of her skin to memory. The startling color of her eyes hit him full force reminding him of large, angry emeralds. She had the fullest lips he had ever seen on a woman. Full top lip and fuller bottom lip painted in dark red lip paint. He found himself watching every syllable she spoke in Altarian. The language was difficult for her to speak, but it sounded beautiful on her tongue.
Her dark brown hair was pulled high on her head with small curls falling around her ears. The style showed off her succulent long endless neck. He could see the neckline of the dress plunged a lot lower than was customary giving a graceful view of the swell of her breasts. He had the sudden urge to gouge out the eyes of ever man in attendance.
The dress clung to her. He saw her curves and his hands itched to grab her by those large thighs pulling her to him, staking his claim. He used all his strength to stifle a groan of pure sexual frustration. Caegan was right. It had been a while since he had anyone in his bed.
He watched her walk across the room each step gently bounced her perfect breasts. He could feel the nervousness around her. It was so thick that he could touch it, without touching minds with her. He could feel how angry she was. He was not really connected yet with her. He tried several times to gently touch minds with her, but he could feel the solid barrier of her mental wall. He vowed to keep trying until he would be able to get through to her even if it took all night.
* * * *
Her head was hurting all of a sudden. A weird phenomenon, that only happened when she had her mental block up too long. This was her moment. She did not feel like sitting in her uncle's office talking with Great Prince LoMoq. Using the way that she felt as an excuse, she left them to talk over the treaty. No one saw her leave the gala as she headed for her room. Her head was throbbing painfully now. She took several deep breaths as she tried to ease the queasiness she felt. She pushed the door open heading straight for the bed, and fell on it, not caring if she was still in the form fitting evening gown or not.
A chime sounded on her door.
"Nah'Dara. It's me. Are you okay?"
Can't I have a moment's peace?
"Yes, I'm fine.” Kiana pushed opened the door to peek her head inside.
"I knew that you had gotten sick when I saw you leave.” Nah'Dara watched her as she walked over to the bed and sat down. The smile on her face was nothing short of stunning. “Did you get a look at the Great Prince? I told you that he was handsome. And tall too. Boy, you're lucky.” She gave her a mischievous look. “You want to trade?"
Nah'Dara sat up on her elbows stilling her with a piercing stare. “Sure, I'll be happy to take Lycius off of your hands.” That changed her attitude.
"Uhh, no. On second thought, I'll keep my alpha male. I'm kind of attached, you know.” She chuckled. She looked at the curtain and stopped. Nah'Dara stopped as well. Her heart beating rapid in her throat.
"Nah'Dara, what is that?” She was pointing to the bag. Nah'Dara's brain went into mental shut down.
"Uhh...” was the only thing that was able to come out of her mouth. She watched helplessly as Kiana walked over to the curtain, yanked it back, grabbing her large bag. She looked back at Nah'Dara with her hands on her hips. Her lips were but a thin line across her face.
"Would you believe that I need to put something in a bag, stick it behind a curtain?” She shrugged her shoulders helplessly.
"No, I don't believe it. You were going to leave, weren't you?” Nah'Dara just gave her a sheepish grin as she raised her hands. “And you weren't even going to tell me?” She actually looked hurt.
"Don't feel bad. I wasn't going to tell anyone."
"Not even Erion?"
"Erion didn't care enough about me to come to the gala to meet the man that Uncle pinned me to.” Nah'Dara shook her head. “No, no one. I didn't think they needed to know."
"But why?” Kiana was going to poke her bottom lip out. She just knew it. As children, she had done that, even getting away with murder. When Nah'Dara tried it, it only landed her grounded. I guess cuteness counts.
"Because I do not want to marry him. Uncle Trenton didn't want to hear what my thoughts were on this whole ordeal, so I am going to leave and go to Aunt Myal. Someone who appreciates me, or at least halfway likes me."
"I like you.” Nah'Dara walked over to her taking the bag from her arms placing it back behind the curtain. Gripping Kiana's shoulder gently Nah'Dara gave her a reassuring smile.
"I know you do, but Uncle Trent does not, so I am leaving."
"When?"
"Now, if I tell you, I have to kill you.” Kiana placed her hands on her hips giving her the sternest stare she could.
"When Nahni? At least give me that.” Her childhood name always seemed to get her attention. She was the only one allowed to ever call her Nahni.
"Tonight, while everyone is asleep.” Pain struck her as Kiana looked at her with eyes suddenly filled with unshed tears. She was going to miss her cousin.
"You weren't even going to say goodbye.” Nah'Dara hugged her cousin to her. The pain in her was great.
"Because this isn't goodbye. I am going to see you again. I have to be there when you and Lycius are wed. That is important to me. I have to get away for a while. That's all.” She pulled back enough to see her face.
"You have to promise me that you will call me to let me know that you're alright.” Nah'Dara nodded. Kiana did not ask for much and for her. Nah'Dara would give anything for her.
"I will and you have to promise me not to say a word to anyone.” She knew her cousin well. There never was a secret that she could hold. Especially one this big. Nah'Dara knew Kiana would tell someone. She was banking on Kiana telling, just to get even with her uncle for selling her off to the highest bidder.
"Okay, I promise."
* * * *
That night in her dream, the warrior visited her, but he was different. His eyes pleaded for her to understand, but she didn't. All she saw was Great Prince Eriq LoMoq standing in front of her.
She stalked away from him through the woods in the middle of a moonless night. Her anger kept her pushing forward no matter if she felt the heat of him at her back, or that she wanted to beat the living daylights out of him. The fog that surrounded her did not help either. She could hear him behind her, his heavy footfalls coming faster.
"Nah'Dara, where are you going?” His deep voice asked her. She pushed the wave of passion behind her. He would catch her, but she did not care. Let him catch her. The when he did, she would give him a piece of her mind.
"Away from you.” She pumped her legs faster. Every second she walked away seemed as if she did it in slow motion.
"Why?"
"You lied to me, you two tongued silvant. It was you. Tonight at the gala.” She rounded a tree then another.
"How did you know? You only met me a couple times before.” The tone in his voice told her that he chided, but she did not. She wanted to do the feminine thing, claw his eyes out.
"I would know the man that screwed my brains out."
"I didn't hear any complaints."
She turned colliding with his solid chest. The heat of him surged around her causing the arousal for him to quiver low in her stomach. She cornered it, beat it into the closet of her mind, and shut the door standing on it for good measure.
Pushing away, she looked at him. “It was nothing to brag about.” Boy was she a silver-tongued liar. She loved it, in fact. She brought herself to climax thinking about how real it felt ... several times.
"I didn't hear any complaints."
She growled a low feminine sound in the base of her throat, before turning around and stalking away.
"You knew all along it was me."
"That matters nothing to me. You lied to me. You invaded my dreams. You had sex with me."
"You liked it."
The arrogant jerk was toying with her. She did not care how much she liked it, it only boiled down to one thing, and he had lied. She kept walking she did not know where in the hell she was going, keeping her back ramrod straight.
"Come back. I'm sorry."
She kept her pace.
"Nah'Dara please.” Ooh, she loved the sound of a begging man, especially when she was the one making him beg.
"Nope. Too late. I think my ego is severely bruised.” Was he resorting to begging? To her own ears, she sounded as if they had been dating. Hadn't they? She thought franticly. The first time she met him she had been scare out of her wits. The second time he had carried her over his shoulder. The third time he screwed her brains out and that was before she even knew his name.
"But I need you.” His voice sounded behind her. She stilled. Her heart pounded inside her chest. “Please don't go, Nah'Dara.” He purred into her ear. Spirit, if he touched her now she would not be able to resist him. His arm curved around her, and he cupped a now bare breast. She shivered as his fingers pinched a dark nipple.
She wanted to pull away, but did not have the strength to. “Don't, please,” she whimpered, her last and final plea before she succumbed to him.
His hand stilled. “Do you want me to stop?” His breath caressed the sensitive skin of her neck before he bent his head and kissed her under her ear lobe sending waves of electricity down her spine. Her eyes closed, her head fell back, her mind in a fierce spin at the sensations at her neck and her breast. He gave her taunt nipple a naughty little tug.
"Oh, Spirit, no.” He dipped his other hand between her legs seeking the throbbing nub hidden between the folds. She spread her legs wider for him.
"Can't you see how much you need me, too?” He dipped a finger inside her and she clinched around him. “You're so wet, love.” He kissed her neck. “Let me ease your pain.” He pumped the finger strumming her clit with his thumb. She moaned rolling her hips to the tempo of his hand as the orgasm over took her.
He slowly removed his finger and the hand from her breast. She whimpered at the loss of warm masterful hands on her. He turned her in his arms. Placing his large hands on her waist, he eased her down on the ground. Soft grass
pillowed her back tickling her bare skin. He sat back on his knees watching. His grey eyes were dark with passion.
Before he could cover her with his body, she sat up grabbing his thick length with her hands.
"What are you doing?” he asked his eyes wide with shock.
"You pleased me last time. Now it's my turn.” His cock throbbed in her hands. She tightened her fingers around him pumping. She smiled as she watched him. His head had fallen back, his mouth open in a gasp.
When she dipped her head running her tongue around the full head of his penis, she heard him groan in male approval. She licked off the small pearl of pre-cum from him before taking him fully into her mouth. His hands fisted her hair as he pumped his hips.
"Sweet Spirit.” he groaned. She moved up and down on him bringing him out of her mouth with a pop.
Not knowing what she had done, she looked up at him. “Did I do something wrong?"
He looked down at her, his eyes blazing, glowing even. “Not if you wanted me to come in your mouth."
He grabbed her around her waist. With lightening speed, he had her on her stomach. His thick cock rubbed her slick outer lips begging to enter. He stretched over her pinning her arms over her head, her ass high in the air.
"You will never leave me.” He turned her head taking her mouth with desperate need, his tongue plunging deep, as his cock impaled her.
Her walls clenched rippling around him as she clawed the grass in a fierce need to come. Nah'Dara cried out in pleasure.
"Oh, Spirit. Don't stop.” He forced his massive cock an inch more.
"Hadn't dreamed of it.” He was in to the balls. She could feel herself adjusting to his thickness, before he pulled out slow. Her cries of pleasure filled her ears. He was even thicker, the second time around. And from behind, it seemed as if he was longer, filling her completely.
"You will never be able to hide from me.” He growled into her ear. His thrust inward caused her climax to quicken. She wanted to protest. She really did, but the things he was doing with that massive cock of his had her protests coming out in another scream.
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