Slaves of Love

“Yes,” he hissed. “I want her.”

Jakmerah gestured across the room. “Then have her. She’s still yours.”

Keern jerked around to see Shena sitting beside another woman in the corner of the room.

“What the hell?” Relief washed through him.

“We were instructing her on how to please a man.”

Keern seethed. She seemed willing enough to learn from Jakmerah. Keern had a feeling that as soon as Jakmerah had finished demonstrating lovemaking with another woman, he would have given Shena direct experience.

“She doesn’t require any further instruction, thanks.”

Jakmerah inclined his head. “As you wish.”

The woman sitting beside Shena gathered the clothing strewn on the floor and followed Jakmerah and the other woman from the room. Keern slammed the door behind them.

“Did you enjoy that?” he demanded of Shena.

“It was very instructive.” She kept her head down.

He remembered the fear in her eyes earlier and hated himself for it. No matter what she had done in the past, no matter what her part in Will’s death, he did not want her to fear him. In fact, he wanted her to look at him like she had that first day he’d met her. With wide-eyed innocence and pure adoration. Maybe it had been only a lie, but he longed for it again because at that time, he had believed she could love him.

He tucked his hand under her chin and tipped it upward.

His heart compressed when he saw the red puffiness of her eyes. She’d been crying.

“Did Jakmerah force you to witness that?” he asked gently.

“No, not exactly. He wanted to help me.”

Keern’s insides churned. Wanted to help her fit in here, where her role would be one of concubine, of pleasing her man. Some man other than Keern.

If Keern left her here.

“You don’t have to learn those things, Shena.”

“Then what do I have to learn, Keern?”

He scowled. At himself, not her. Because he didn’t know what to tell her. “Never mind that for now. It’s late. We both need to sleep.”

He stripped off his shirt and tossed it onto a chair. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to touch you. We’ll just sleep.” He dropped his trousers onto the floor, then climbed into bed.

“No, I don’t think we’re just going to sleep,” she said, her voice strong with determination.

“What?”

Shena tugged open her gown and let it drop to the floor. The sight of her glorious, firm, round breasts sent his pulse skyrocketing. Her nipples were already swollen and rigid. Watching Jakmerah and his woman had obviously excited her.

Chapter Thirteen

Shena wanted Keern, and she wanted him now. Whatever happened tomorrow or the next day didn’t matter. She needed him, even if she could only have him for tonight.

Gheni, Dania, and Jakmerah had provided her with some powerful tools, and she intended to use them.

He watched, his bronze eyes intent, as she climbed onto the foot of the bed and prowled toward him. Slowly, she dragged the covers from his body, noting with satisfaction his fully aroused state. She tucked her fingers into his underwear and eased them down ... slowly ... revealing by inches his enormous cock. She locked gazes with him and licked her lips, slid his briefs down his long, lean thighs, and tossed them over the end of the bed.

Leaning over him, she lowered her mouth to the base of his erection and licked the length of his rigid cock, swirling her tongue around the ridge of the swollen tip. He sucked in a quick breath, but remained motionless.