Daughters of Man: Claiming a Princess by Brenna Lyons

Author:Brenna Lyons [Lyons, Brenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Phaze Books
Published: 2014-05-13T07:00:00+00:00

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Sakkriel left her, sleeping in her bed...a place he was not welcome to stay. Yet. Damn the traditions.

Two priests and a healer waited for him in the corridor, as he’d known they would. Even a hurt as small as the scratches Katia had left while he’d feasted on her would have alerted them to injuries on his person. There would be no escaping their attention to him, even to allowing him to seek medical treatment at the summer palace he was occupying at the moment.

They led the way to the bio bed Katia used and waved him to it. Sakkriel sat with a sigh and peeled the cuzta away from his shoulder. The healer checked the wounds and applied his trade to them without comment about what might have caused them.

That was a smart move. In Sakkriel’s current mood, he might well have fed the healer his own teeth for asking for a recitation of his sexual relationship with his Sakkri.

Beyond that, it was not a healer’s place to ask such questions. That would come soon enough.

The healer bowed his way out, and Sakkriel fastened his cuzta again. He led the way to the transport that would take him back to the summer palace. He trailed one last, lingering glance over Katia’s window from the street, then ducked inside the open door.

The priests followed him in, and Sakkriel sighed again. It would do no good to beg off. This was required by law, Zadek bajou!

“The scratches?” the elder priest inquired, while the younger recorded their conversation.

“My Sakkri’s excitement. I...introduced her to a new pleasure, and she forgot herself in the midst of climax.”

“A good omen, to be sure.”

Sakkriel hoped so. Waiting was wearing on him already, though he knew no claiming of a princess had lasted less than six turnings.

The priest continued. “How often did you spill in her today?”

He smiled. It had been a glorious day, to be sure. “Five.”

The younger priest gasped, and the elder shot him a quelling look.

“Another fine omen,” he attested. “Any difficulties you might need counsel on?”

Sakkriel knew what the old man meant, and his cheeks darkened at the truth. He’d come so close to failing today, it burned.

“You’ve considered breaking with tradition,” his mentor guessed.

“Yes. I came close today.” They’d been bathing together, touching in the bath. When Sakkriel placed Katia on the edge of the tub, he’d come close to thrusting inside and ending the madness. Only her gasp of his name had stopped him.

He was Sakkriel, heir apparent and prince of Sakk. He would not fail. He would not break with tradition. He would not lose Katia that way.

“Do you require...intervention?”

He was asking if Sakkriel wanted a trusted elder priest watching them on hidden electronic surveillance, using a small shock to prod Sakkriel whenever he seemed to be losing control. Nothing that would harm him, of course. The shock was designed to catch his attention and remind him of the traditions. Nothing more.

But it also meant someone watching him loving with Katia.

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