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entire sex responded to his fingers as they rubbed the balm over every sensitive surface.
    She lay there while he worked magic on her flesh, every bit as powerless to move as she had been the night before. After another voyage to the jar, he went back to stroking her pussy. Then, he slipped a finger inside her and ministered to the inner walls too.
    She let out a groan of pleasure. If he wanted to take her now, she wouldn’t resist.
    It all felt so damned good. His finger kept moving until he’d touched every sore spot and replaced the stinging with sweetness. Next, he’d part her legs farther, place himself between them, and drive himself home. He would even feel the effects of the salve on his cock.
    He didn’t, though. He lay down next to her, pulling her body snug against his.
    Deep inside her, the heat built. The walls of her pussy were no simple skin like that of her ankles and wrists. The moist flesh absorbed the medicine, her natural Alice Gaines
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    wetness amplifying its effects. In a few heartbeats, the heat within her blossomed and grew. A sensation like none she’d ever experienced or could even have imagined.
    The man beside her continued to make soft noises in her ear -- halfway between a hushing sound and a purr. Her heart swelled at the tenderness as he held her against his hard body. Gently, as if she might break.
    Still, the sensations in her pussy grew stronger, signaling what would soon happen. She’d climax with nothing more but the tingle of the salve, his arm around her, and the sounds of his voice in her ear. Impossible and inevitable. Even now the fever rose, climbing, climbing to a crest.
    Her heart hammered in her chest, and her sighs grew ragged. He kept right on crooning to her as she approached the peak, as though he felt what her body felt and he approved.
    The orgasm burst over her. She shuddered as it took her, and a ragged cry tore from her throat. The contractions raced through her pussy, squeezing at her clit. She rode the wave through to the end with nothing to anchor her to reality except his body next to hers and his voice urging her on.
    When it finally ended, she rested back again. Eyes still closed, her heart fluttering in her chest. No trace of soreness remained. Just warmth and peace and the certain knowledge that whatever pain life could send her way, this man could heal it.
    Then, sleep closed in around her. She tried to fight it off, but suddenly she felt tired, so tired. He rose just enough to kiss one of her eyelids and then the other. She sighed one more time and surrendered.

Chapter Three
    A warm morning. The armory’s windows let in the sun. It gleamed off weapons, new and ancient. A fine collection. Some, Brath knew. Others, he’d learn.
    His twin prowled the room. The man was jealous. Fool. Tad had fucked Eria, Brath hadn’t. He’d had the dancer. Not good enough.
    Tad stopped. Stared at him. “I know what you’re thinking. What is he complaining about? He’s had her.”
    Brath crossed his arms over his chest and sat.
    “She thought I was you,” Tad said. “She wants you, not me.”
    Stupid man. He’d let Brath use the honey balm on her. More important for bonding than the first fuck. She was his now.
    “I don’t suppose it matters.” Tad sat. “We achieve our purpose whether she loves you or me.”
    Love. It shouldn’t matter. She wasn’t his kind. One thing to want an outworld female. Different to love one. Eria reached him. Her softness. Her sighs. Her scent. He was still hard. Wanting her.
    “Whether you or I, we’ve unseated the others,” Tad said. “None of them stand a chance.”
    Yes. They’d connected at the first sight. Her curves fit him. Plush and large. The soft lips between her legs. She would have let him fuck her. His cock was ready. He’d done his duty, instead. Soothed her. It had cost him.
    “Now, I only have to figure out how to keep her from sending us away,” Tad said.
    Brath stared. His twin