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Ask For It

ISBN 9781419919138

Edited by Mary Moran.

Photography and cover art by Les Byerley & Syneca.

Electronic book Publication November 2008

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A SK F OR I T

Gail Faulkner

Chaper One

Tor hadn’t planned on killing anyone today, but a male at the back was earning

himself a future measured in minutes. Bastard was trying to talk to her. What the

eternal bells was she doing in his audience hall? Bastard had better not touch her.

Soft leather shifted on massive thighs as his body tightened with tension. Vicious

claws extended to grip the throne arms then disappeared. She did this, forced him to

think about controlling his reactions. Low in his gut possessive want flared up. It was

more than lust. It was need he couldn’t escape and couldn’t endure forever.

Tall for a pure humanoid, her perfectly proportioned body drew male eyes no

matter how simply she dressed. It was probably impossible to disguise the firm muscles

giving her sleek curves. Tor wouldn’t mind if she tried though. The simple dress

highlighted natural beauty instead of concealing it. Tilted silver-gray eyes shadowed by

lush lashes gave her glance mystery.

Elegant bone structure created perfect features. It was just unnecessary overkill that

each feature also embodied whatever it took to rouse a male libido. Eyes slightly larger

than average gave her innocent appeal that naturally made a male speculate what it’d

take to turn those silver eyes sultry. Sculpted cheekbones under delicate smooth skin,

distinctly humanoid nose above lush lips made any view of her profile fascinating to a

Leonor male. Long neck above gently sloped shoulders naturally led the eye down to

the perfection of her body.

Tor hated that. Built for sex, her consistent choice of simple dress and no further

adornment proved she fought the impression, but erotic allure wafted around her. Not

normal sex one thought of when looking at a beautiful female. No. With her it was edgy

and dark. Something about her natural grace of movement, her casual coordination and

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fluid muscle control made it easy to imagine her body straining under a much larger

Leonor.

Tor didn’t want the male behind her imagining another moment. Not right there in

front of him. She’d entered his domain, and in this building he didn’t have to watch her

captivate another.

“Why is the Beloved of my Brother standing in line to speak with me?” Tor

questioned his vizier, ignoring the two males arguing their dispute before him.

“She insisted, my lord,” Karloff, high vizier, bowed as he responded.

“Unacceptable,” Tor snapped.

Thick muscles bunched as he rose from the throne. Well over seven feet tall, the

dark-ruffed Leonor king was an imposing figure as he loped off the dais.

Offense rippled through him, but it couldn’t come close to his strongest response as

he neared the woman. She drew him with such power. His eyes never left her from the

moment he realized she was in his lair. He didn’t even try to politely glance away. Now

the back of his neck burned as he covered the distance separating them.

“Beloved of my Brother,” High King Tor greeted Princess Sahara.

Tor inhaled while reaching for her slim hand. Subtle scents washed through him,

her scent. Complex but as elusive as the woman, he always had the fleeting impression

of moonrise when she neared him, as if that event had a scent.

Expecting her to do it didn’t make it easier to allow her to pull out of his grasp.

Consciously letting his displeasure show in his eyes was a defense. He couldn’t let her

see anything else in him as she dipped a knee in greeting. The normal emotionless

acknowledgement from a Leonor warrior was beyond him with her and always had

been.

“My lord,” Sahara responded.

“What insult is this that you stand in line to speak with your brother-in-law as if I

have refused you entrance to the family lair?” Tor growled.

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