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Her heart had migrated to a new home between her thighs. It beat and beat. He was so young, so
sweet. Mother, what had the shaman taught him? She shook herself out of her daze. I thought&
Trey moved to kneel between her legs. His lips hovered a breath away from hers. I never got to kiss
you hullo properly. He cradled her cheeks in the palms of his hands and his tongue traced her lower lip.
Hullo, Anje, he whispered. I m so glad we found you. He slanted that carnal mouth lightly over hers.
Don t go away.
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The softness of his lips settled, molded to hers. The tip of his tongue dabbed at the corner of her mouth,
licked over her lower lip, ventured within. It flicked and teased,
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sending tingles chasing up and down her spine. Anje growled in her throat and her fingers sank into his
shoulders.
He drew back. Easy, darling, easy. Then he returned, the blessed heat of him filling her mouth, sinking
into her by slow degrees. He didn t rush, didn t hurry or push, he kept it remorselessly tender. Her hands
slid up over his neck and into his curls. His tongue was so firm, his lips so soft. He kissed like a master,
exploring the interior of her mouth, tangling his tongue with hers in a spiral dance.
His body pressed into hers from chest to groin, and he set up a languid rocking motion with the ridge of
his erection, rasping her clit with every stroke.
Sweet, it was so sweet. Anje hooked one leg around his hips, pressing him closer. With a moan, she
arched her pelvis and Trey echoed her pleasure deep in his throat.
The sounds shook her out of her sensual trance. She tightened her grip in his hair and wrenched. They
stared at each other, gasping.
No more. She put her fingers over his lips. When he licked them, she swallowed. Gods, she d
nearly !
Trey watched her intently, eyes shining with unslaked desire. Anje. His voice was quiet, steady. I only
meant it as a welcome kiss. Truly.
All right. She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes.What was it about these two? How did you
know?
How close you were? She nodded.
Trey smiled, his mouth deliciously swollen. The flames of Lufra burn in your eyes, just as they do in
Brin s.
There was something odd in his voice, something off-kilter, but she set aside it to puzzle over later. The
flames of Lufra?
He grinned and stood. There s a mirror in my saddlebag. Want me to get you hot so you can check?
When he reached down to pull her up, Anje hooked his feet out from under him. As he sprawled, she
grabbed her pack and marched back to the camp, head high.
Trey s laughter rang out behind her.
30 Gift of the Goddess
Chapter Four
Decorative Arts Tattoo:
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Among sailors of the Leaves of the Sea, a tattoo is a symbol of courage as much as a personal
enhancement. Elaborate designs, taking years to complete, may cover the subject from waist to knee.
The Feolin, in contrast, look on the pain of the procedure as a homage to their goddess. Only shamans or
priestesses have their bodies decorated in this manner.
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She barreled into the camp to find Brin sitting cross-legged, placidly sewing a button on a shirt, dark
brows drawn fiercely together in concentration. The needle was lost in his big fingers. The sight startled a
bark of laughter out of her.
Someone s got to do it, he pointed out. And Trey hasn t the patience.
You have? She propped a hand on her hip.
I can wait for what I want. Brin set the shirt aside and rose slowly to his full height. He was still
wearing the sarong, knotted loosely about his hips. Anje set her teeth and planted her feet. She wasn t
going to give him the satisfaction of glancing at all that hair-dusted, olive-toned flesh. Not even once.
One corner of his mouth lifted. I see you discovered the limits of the torque.
She cast him a killing glare. It makes me a slave.
No.
Then take it off.
I like to see it on you. The thick lashes fell over his eyes and he reached out to touch it lightly with his
fingertips. Give me your trust and the range increases.
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