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pulled the silk over her head, creating static that lifted hair strands with the motion. Now that her jacket was off, the tight confines of her skirt were on display. She had to peel it down over her hips before shimmying it to a pool of fabric at her ankles. She glanced down. She’d been right. The flesh-toned girdle made her look like a stuffed sausage. She should have bought the larger size. She braved a glance toward Anso to see his reaction. He was frowning. His upper lip was lifted in a sneer. And there was no denying it.
    He really did have fangs. Real ones!
    Oh, shit.
    Oh, shit
    Oh, shit.
    “You are a maid?” he asked.
    Leah blinked. She had to process this. Her mind needed to—
    “Is that why you wear a chastity belt?” he continued.
    “A...what?”
    “That.”
    He pointed. At her girdle. Leah blushed severely. A portion of her brain told her this was not how a dream was supposed to go. The rest of her was beyond thought. Her entire body was alert. Despite embarrassment, she felt irritated. Moist. Ready.
    She knew exactly what she wanted.
    And where.
    She licked her lips. “There is nothing chaste...about this, okay? It’s a foundation garment. For a full-figured woman.”
    Anso growled again, this time in an even lower timbre, as if that was even possible. The throbs of sound about her went louder. Stronger. And the same exact sequence of events happened throughout her body, only this time the weak feeling wasn’t just at her legs. It slithered a bit higher and that messed with her ability to think, speak, and breathe.
    “N-now what?” she asked.
    “I grant you time to explain.”
    She pulled in a long breath to answer. It sounded like a gasp to her ears. And – damn everything – she even stuttered. “L—l-look. Um. A-Anso? I—. This is not a chastity belt. Okay? I’m not a virgin. This is a girdle. I’m wearing it to create...um. Womanly curves! You know. To make me look...thinner.”
    Her voice fell off. It was his fault. His frown deepened, and now he looked angry. Almost scary. And those fangs of his were white. Long. Sharp. Impossible to miss. And incredibly sexy. He breathed in huge gulps of air as he glared up at her, and exhaled them just as harshly. She watched his eyes roam the length of her body. Back to her face. Her heart sank. He was going to deny her, laugh at her, turn away…
    Then the expression in them changed, softened, warmed as he looked upon her.
    “You are sconi! Wein . A gimma. Your taste is so suozi! Sweeter than honag. You are beyond perfect! You hear me? Your brust are—! And your arsebelli is—! You are the epitome of gisunt! ”
    “Wh-what does...all that mean?”
    Her whisper barely made sound. He tossed back his head and yelled something completely unintelligible. The view was unbelievable. His chest darkened. Striations welted across pecs. Upper arms. Abs. Veins lifted in his throat. Several things throughout the room rattled, and some of the lighting disappeared as if candles were blown out. And the throbbing sounds got even louder, swelling in accompaniment to his voice. Depth. And intensity.
    He lowered his head. The hungered look he gave her stole her breath. Took her wits. Scrambled her innards.
    And then his body slammed against hers.
    “You were warned, wiblih. ”

CHAPTER FIVE
    Anso should have used English, but he’d felt such a spark of anger at her reasons for wearing such a garment, followed by a flood of warmth as he realized she meant them, that it nonplussed and confused. He’d reverted to ancient Germanic words she wouldn’t even understand. He’d explain later. Right now, he had a goddess in his arms, a bed at his feet, and a heated, heavy, almost painful problem at his groin.
    He’d used incomprehensible words, but it was the best he could manage. She dared denigrate her beauty? Her softness? Her womanly form? He would never understand women! She’d have been the favorite in any king’s harem, including his.
    He only wished he had