The Pleasure Hound: Part Three (The Pleasure Hound Series Book 3) by Ines Johnson

Author:Ines Johnson [Johnson, Ines]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Heartspell Media, LLC
Published: 2015-01-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Chanyn woke up in the morning and began her morning ritual. She went first to the bathroom and kneeled to the porcelain goddess. Praise the Goddess, this morning her stomach decided it would keep her dinner from the previous night.

Chanyn stood and did an about face to relieve herself. She winced at the soreness between her legs. Lifting her nightdress she saw a bit of redness high up on her thighs. She sighed.

Instead of chasing after Khial last night, she'd run a bath and soaked, as Jian taught her. She hadn’t needed the baths after Jian's lovemaking. The warm water and herbs helped after her tryst with Khial. The ache quieted to a dull throb. When she stood now, she barely noticed it. She wished she could run a bath strong enough to soothe Khial. She'd have to find him first. He said he wouldn't run. Part of the reason she opted for the bath last night instead of chasing after him was to learn if that promise had been the truth.

Chanyn dressed quickly. Brent and Tem were disappointed that she insisted on dressing herself, though she did allow them to shop for her and to do her hair every few days.

Chanyn made her way out of her room and down the hall. When she got to Dain's old bedroom, she knocked and waited. When there was no answer, she knocked once more and held her breath.

"He's not there."

Chanyn's heart pounded into her ears at the sound of that voice. She didn't turn around immediately. Instead, she rested her head against the bedroom door.

"He hasn't left you," the voice came closer. "He said he had an errand to run and that he'd be back shortly. Chanyn?"

A firm hand rested briefly at the small of her back before moving away quickly.

Chanyn turned slowly, and there he was. The sun shining behind him from the hall window. His bald head gleaming. His slanted eyes hooded as they gazed down at her. His lips parted in that hungry way of his.

They'd moved closer together. She, away from the door and closer to him. Him, away from the hall window and closer to her. Like magnets.

"What are you doing here?"

"I ran into Lord Khial last night."

"He came to the temple?"

Jian hesitated. "No..."

"No?"

His lips pursed. "I came here."

"Why?"

Jian sighed through his nose, his teeth grit. Then his mouth relaxed in defeat. His lips parted.

"You," he said. His hand raised and grazed her cheek. "I was walking and my feet lead me to you. I supposed I sensed you needed me, and so I came." His shrug looked like surrender. "I will always come when you call. Whether your voice or your spirit, I'll hear it and I'll be at your door."

"I don't understand? You took your vows."

"I did."

They stood without a breath between them. His legs mingling with hers. One of his hands resting at the nape of her neck, the other at the small of her back pulling her body closer.

"Lord Khial told me about last night.

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