I'm making a mess of his shoulder. He starts to rub my back, my thighs, kisses the top of my head. It feels so good to be held like this. He grabs my ...hin and makes me look up at him, kissing my tear-stained cheeks. I lick my salty lips. What the hell is happening, I ask myself? ”I need you to listen to me. This isn't your fault. My son is a selfish bastard. You'll do much better. You’re special and any man would be lucky to have you, understood? If you can't stop crying I'm going to fuck those. But there is something else." There always is with you." The merchants are to find the Urisi Ambassador and give him the pearl first and tell him to use it to contact me."Q'yros frowned. "To what end?"Freya gave him a shark-like smile. "You are that interested in the machinations of the Overlords? Isn't that outside your venue?"Q'yros was about to answer her but stopped himself. Anything he might say of his interest could be interpreted as a move against Q'ixanna. "I withdraw the question.". Best pray her Lord-Sire doesn’t get wind of her arousal.? I snatched my hand away from my snatch, then clamped my hand over my mouth. How did she know, I wondered. Maybe the smell, I thought. My fingers smelled like Almyra after Frankie got done with her. After eleven pregnancies resulting in eight live births (mom had two miscarriages after me, and then my two younger sisters were stillborn, and my oldest sister, Alabama, died from a fall off a horse when she was six, long before I was. She turned back toward the loch, wrapping her plaid about her shoulders for modesty. I, however, could not forget the sight that had awaited me as I approached the loch. My loins were fired and I was hard pressed to continue to walk sedately towards her when all I wanted to do was throw her to the ground and ride her until I could forget the bloody war in which I fought. The certainty that I was to die in the battle I was to enter tomorrow made that primitive contact even more tempting. .