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“Congratulations.” Zaren Bakra was staring down at her with a knowing look in his eye. He confirmed it with is next outrageous statement. “You could have had three of us or all four if you’d wanted to. We would have kept you very happy.”

Christina had been surprised when the Bakra brothers had joined them for the wedding celebration, but she relaxed when they’d seemed to be satisfied with her choice. She tried to be angry at his comment, but she could hear the underlying sadness in his voice and forgave him. “I’m sorry, Zaren. This only works with Jarek and Marc.”

He nodded and sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “I was afraid of that. But—” he gave her a wicked smile. “If you ever get tired of them…”

She smiled at him and patted his chest, which was just like a piece of stone. “That’s not going to happen.”

“Still trying to steal my wife, Zaren?” Jarek’s arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her back against his rock-hard chest.

“Trying, but it’s not working,” he teased. Zaren sobered as he watched them together and, as if coming to some internal decision gave them both a formal bow. “The 120

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House of Bakra has great respect for the House of Garen. A tapestry wife is worth her weight in gold and may attract unwanted interest. Know that if your House or wife is threatened, the House of Bakra will stand beside you.”

Christina could feel Jarek tense behind her. He released her and moved to her side and extended his arm to Zaren. They clasped forearms and thumped each other on the back.

“Thank you, my friend. And know that you and your House may call us friend and ally if the need arises.” Jarek released Zaren and stepped back. Zaren reached out to her and she extended her arm to receive his formal handshake like the one he’d given Jarek. The twinkle in his blue eyes was the only warning she got before he swooped down and kissed her. Before she could gather her wits, he was already backing away from her.

He held his hands up in mock surrender. “Even you cannot protest a kiss to the bride.”

“No,” Jarek growled. “But one is all you get.”

Zaren saluted them and then melted back into the throng celebrating in the hall.

“There’s something I don’t understand.”

“What is that, my love?” Jarek tucked her under his arm and led her to the head of the banquet table.

“If Zaren is your friend and ally, then why did he challenge for me? He would have killed you if he could have. Wouldn’t he?” There were many facets of this culture that Christina did not understand, but she was determined to learn.

“Aye. He would have.” He guided her easily through the crowd and seated her at the table. “Wives are no small thing here. And, apart from one or two exceptions in our history, the tapestry brings just one bride every generation. It is thought to be lucky as the match, if made, is always a happy and fruitful one. All men want such a thing for themselves.”

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He pulled out his own chair and seated himself next to her. “And I am no different. Had they discovered you first, I would have challenged for you.” A grin crossed his handsome face, making him look young and happy. “But then, I knew that you were meant to be mine from the first moment I laid eyes upon you.”

Christina laughed, as he’d intended, unable to resist his charm. He looked particularly handsome tonight. His black hair hung to his waist and shone in the candlelight. The familiar thin braids hung on either side of his face, framing his goldenbrown eyes to perfection. His features weren’t classically handsome, like the Bakra brothers, but his face had character with its harsh features. To her, he was the most handsome man in the world, mostly because of the way he looked at her and treated her.

He was wearing a pair of tight black leather pants that outlined every bulge in his thighs and especially the one between his legs. Once again, his chest was bare and his stomach rippled with muscles. His shoulders were massive and only a vest covered him. The familiar silver torque was hanging from his neck, and ornate armbands wrapped around his upper arms and wrists.

Just looking at him made her nipples tingle. She squirmed on the chair, trying to get comfortable. Moisture coated the swollen lips of her sex and she clamped her legs together to help ease the growing ache.

“Not much longer, Christina.” The devil was the picture of innocence as he angled his body towards her, slipped his right hand under the table, wrapped it around the skirts of her gown and began to tug it up over her knees. She gasped, grateful that the table had been covered with a white cloth for the occasion and his actions were shielded from all the others who were eating, talking and laughing. She slapped at his hand, but he ignored her and pushed it under the cloth and up over her bare thigh.

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“To the bride and groom.” Christina froze as every eye in the room swung towards them. Marc was standing with his goblet raised and a sly grin on his face. “May they live long and be fruitful.”

The crowd laughed and shouted out some ribald comments. Jarek plucked his goblet off the table with his left hand, raised it high and then drank. The crowd roared its approval when he held it to her lips and she drank. She grasped the cup with both hands and realized her mistake when Jarek cupped her chin with his left hand and kissed her. He swallowed her shriek as his fingers slid high, parted the folds of her sex and surged inside her.

Christina couldn’t believe he’d do such a thing in front of all these people, even if they didn’t know what he was doing. She knew what he was doing. It embarrassed her and it made her hot. Her juices flowed over his fingers as he continued to work them in and out of her pussy. Her breasts strained against the front of her dress and when Jarek finally released her lips, she was totally breathless.

“And from the looks of things, my brother is not wasting any time.” Marc’s laughter reached her ears and she jerked, upending the goblet of wine over herself and Jarek.

She tried to lurch up from the table, but Jarek clamped his hand over her shoulder, silently reminding her of where his other hand still was. Christina covered her face with her hands.

Pulling his hand from beneath her skirts, he surged to his feet, not bothering to try and hide the enormous erection straining at the front of his pants. He tugged her from her seat and swept her into his arms. A huge grin split his face as he addressed the crowd. “It appears that I am not the only one who is eager.”

Burying her face against his shoulder, she silently promised herself that she’d get even with him for this. The laughter rang out all around her, but it was happy and joyous and when she dared a peek, people were smiling at her. The jovial mood was infectious and she found herself beginning to see the humor in the situation. 123

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Getting into the spirit of things, she grabbed the thin braids that hung on either side of his face and pulled him down until she could kiss him. The crowded clapped and egged her on.

“Better get a move on before things get out of hand.” Marc was waiting when she finished kissing Jarek. Leaning over, he placed a soft kiss on her lips and another on her forehead. “Thank you for last night.”

“You’re welcome.” There was no way she could be blasé about this. She loved Marc in a different way than Jarek, but it still felt strange to be discussing it while she was in Jarek’s arms. It was different when it was the three of them together. Easier somehow because Jarek was there with her.

Marc sighed. “I foresee few of those nights in my future.”

Christina didn’t quite know what to say, but she sensed Jarek’s surprise in the way his muscles suddenly tensed.

Marc pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “She is more comfortable with you there, brother, and I would not cause her any discomfort. Maybe in time it will become easier.”

His generosity astounded her. Impulsively, she reached out her arms and wrapped them around Marc, hugging him tight before she kissed him gently. “Thank you.”

His eyes softened and he nodded. “To Christina, the gift of the tapestry.” She could tell that Marc’s jovial tones were forced as he turned back to the celebrating crowd and she longed to comfort him.

“Do not worry, love. We will invite him with us often, but I will stay with you if that pleases you,” Jarek whispered softly in her ear.

She nodded and then waved at the boisterous crowd as they parted to allow Jarek access to the stairs. People patted her arm and shouted advice to them both as they ascended the stairs.

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Thy disappeared around a bend and the noises began to recede. She nuzzled Jarek’s neck and he groaned. “That could be dangerous, love.”

“I’m beginning to like danger.” She felt saucy and sexy. Her entire body tingled and laughter bubbled up inside her like champagne.

“Do you now?” Lowering her feet to the floor, he turned her until she was facing the wall. “Then you must face the consequences, wench.”

She was still laughing when he flipped up the back of her skirts and ground his erection against her naked ass. Her laughter faded and turned to a moan when his fingers stroked the heated folds of her sex, teasing the swollen bud of her clit. Her hips moved backwards, seeking more of his touch.

“Yes. Just like that.” He positioned her hands on the wall, covering them with his. Nibbling on her neck, he cupped her breasts and teased her nipples through the fabric. It was torture.

“Touch them.” She wanted his hands on her. Needed that connection with him. His fingers worked the laces of her bodice and spread the fabric wide. He pushed her chemise down and then covered the pale mounds with his darker hands. She watched as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. She could feel her juices sliding down the inside of her leg.

“Someone might come.”

“Hopefully we both will.” Jarek’s sexy laugh had her arching into his hands.

“That’s not what I meant.” She couldn’t even remember what she’d meant, he was making her crazy with desire.

“No. But it’s what I mean to do.”

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dropped her forehead to the cool stone wall, beyond caring if anyone saw them or heard them.

One of his hands spread the lips of her sex and his middle finger stroked her clit. The other wrapped around her breast and squeezed as he pulled his cock almost out before driving back in again.

“Harder.” She bit her lip to keep from screaming. She was so close to coming now. Every nerve in her body was over-stimulated and she felt ready to explode. Her pussy clenched his cock hard with each stroke. Christina didn’t know how long they stood on the stairs with Jarek fucking her. All she knew was the feel of his hard body behind her, his hands on her heated flesh as his cock hammered into her.

“More,” she gasped and this time he drove so hard that her feet came right off the floor. She came in a powerful spasm. Her body convulsed as Jarek continued to pound into her pussy. Another wave washed over her and her legs gave out. Jarek quickly wrapped both arms around her and thrust one final time. She could feel his cock emptying inside her pussy.

Keeping one arm banded around her waist, Jarek placed a hand on the wall for support. His chest was heaving as he licked behind her ear and nipped at the lobe. “You are so damn sexy.”

Christina felt herself smiling, but hadn’t gotten her breath back enough to speak just yet. She just nodded.

Jarek muffled his laughter in her hair as he kissed the top of her head before withdrawing from her. He flicked her skirt back into place and scooped her back into his arms, not bothering to close his pants.

She felt like she was floating on a cloud as he climbed the rest of the stairs and headed for their room. He paused at the entrance and looked down at her. “I love you, Christina.” His voice was gruff with emotion.

“I love you too.”

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He smiled at her then, a wicked, promising smile and carried her through the doorway, his booted heel kicking it shut behind them.

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About the Author

N. J. Walters had a mid-life crisis at a fairly young age, gave notice after ten years at her job on a Friday, received a tentative acceptance for her first novel, Annabelle Lee, on the following Sunday.

Happily married for over seventeen years to the love of her life, with his encouragement and support she gave up the job of selling books for the more pleasurable job of writing them. A voracious reader of romances of all kinds, she now spends her days writing, reading and reviewing books. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to do it.

N.J. Walters welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1056 Home Ave., Akron, OH 44310.

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