“A monarchy then.”
“Yes. Monarchy.” He tried out the word. “As I told you, there are others who wish to overthrow me, to rule in a different way. Many are used to harsher customs and wish to see them installed in all regions. I have a more… flexible approach that I hope allows for diversity in customs across the planet.”
Besides an amazing lover, he was a leader and a diplomat.
“Being mated to a murderer probably doesn’t help you.” Surely he’d come across some who would dislike me based on my false past.
He made a noncommittal sound as he reached down and slid his hand along the chain between my breasts.
“Do you plan to murder me?” His eyes followed his fingers.
“No.” I sucked in a breath when he started to gently tug the chain so it pulled on one nipple ring, then the other. “Don’t you want to know what I did?”
“You will tell me in your own time. For now,” he shifted his hips ever so slightly and I felt him move inside me. His seed eased his passage. “Again,” he murmured, as he moved his hips.
My eyes widened as I felt how hard he was—had he ever gone down?—and how I was just as eager.
His cum slipped out around his motions and dripped down between my legs and onto the blankets beneath me.
“Master,” I whispered as he pulled out a little further, then slid back in. He was bigger than the probe he’d used on me. Hotter. He was more adept at wielding his cock and my body responded.
He grinned, clearly pleased by the single word, and took us both up and over once more.
Chapter Seven
Two more days passed; my time filled with meetings forced me to send Eva to the harem so that I was assured of her safety. Besides being beautiful, she was a reasonable woman and understood why I could not keep her with me. A spanking had certainly helped with that. Because of this, I did not have another hairbrush tossed at my head.
It wasn’t Eva who was complaining, it was the other councilors. I sat at my usual seat above the others and listened to them grumble.
“We did not witness the first fucking and we have not laid eyes on her. Only mates in the harem can confirm her existence.” Councilor Bertok was a continued nuisance.
“Councilor Tark is not at home. Surely you can understand his need to protect his mate,” Roark replied.
“From whom?” the old man asked. “She’s the murderer. It is we who should be fearful that she won’t harm one of the other women in the harem.” He lifted his arm up to indicate the others. “Aren’t you concerned for your mates? The guards are protecting the women from external dangers, but perhaps the real danger stays within.”
“Enough,” I said.
All heads swiveled toward me.
“Goran, bring my mate to me.”
My second-in-command nodded once before leaving the tent.
Talk returned to the latest agenda topic until Goran returned. He held the tent flap open as Eva entered. I stood and the others followed. Holding out my hand, she came to my side. She was lovely and every man in the room only had eyes for her. Fortunately, she was dressed in her plain slip dress and wore a robe over it, long enough to swirl about her ankles. It had no buttons or closures, but Eva held the two sides together in front of her chest.
I gave her a small smile—I could not give her more, for if the councilors knew of my deep-seated interest in her, it may prove dangerous. We were both under scrutiny.
I leaned forward and murmured in her ear, “Some of the men are more formal and stricter in their customs than others. Please, defer to me.”
While I could see some confusion in her light eyes, she nodded and remained silent. I hoped, for her sake, she would not question me. I did not wish to spank her publicly.
“This is Evelyn Day, my mate.”
The men all stared at the woman to whom I’d been matched.
“As you can see, she is too small to be a danger.”
I saw her look at me out of the corner of my eye.