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he serious? "Make love to me," she whispered, now sidling closer to him. "Here. Under this tree, in the moonlight. I'm aching for you." And that might actually be true.
    "No. I have obligations." His voice was rough, his thoughts in turmoil, blasting past his own blocks.
    -". . . she's so lush . . . cock's throbbing for her . . . horns straightening . . . No! The kingdom's needs always come before the king's." -

    Yes, Rydstrom was supposed to be patient and wise. Apparently, she could add selfless to that list.
    When he backed away, her lips parted in wonderment. He's going to deny me. She'd offered up her body, all but begged him to take it, and he'd declined.
    How surprising. The only thing Sabine loved as much as a good juicy plot was a surprise.
    He'd resisted her-his own female. "Then you leave me no choice, Rydstrom."
    Just when he frowned, no doubt wondering how she knew his name, she began withdrawing her illusion. The road and the moonlit night gradually disappeared, revealing the sealed and locked cell. As he twisted around, his eyes narrowed with recognition.
    "You're Omort and Groot's sister, Sabine, the Queen of Illusions."
    "Very good, Rydstrom."
    The brows-drawn look of desire from before vanished'. Now he appeared disgusted with her.
    "Show me your real form."
    "This is." She smoothed her palms over her breasts and lower. "I'm so pleased by how much it arouses you." But it hadn't enough. . . .
    Clearly struggling to control his temper, he asked, "Why have you done this to me, Sabine?"
    She motioned toward the bed now revealed in the center of the cell-the one with chains at the head and foot. "Isn't it obvious?"
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    No, it's not obvious." Rydstrom glanced from the bed back to the sorceress before him.
    Thoughts ran riot in his mind-suspicions arose and were dismissed. A bed and chains. She'd failed to seduce him to willingly bed her. Was she now intent on taking what she'd wanted?
    When he felt a confusing surge of lust at the idea, he realized she must already be enthralling him. Of course she was. He'd seen the road disappear, had seen the bridge abutment move. She had unthinkable power, and for some reason she'd targeted him.
    He surveyed the dimly lit space. She'd lured him directly into a large dungeon cell. And one he recognized, because he'd kept prisoners here when he was master and king of Castle Tornin.
    She's trapped me in my own goddamned dungeon.
    When he faced her once more, she met his gaze. Her eyes were unusual-with light amber irises surrounded by a ring as dark as coffee. He couldn't seem to look away from them. "You've brought me back to Tornin, so I assume you're working with Omort."
    "That's correct." Her voice was a purr.
    I'm in my own dungeon, a prisoner of my worst enemy. Between gritted teeth he said, "And when will I1 get to
    face him?"
    "You will not. You need not. All you need is me."
    "Explain to me exactly what you plan," he demanded, cursing his reaction to her. He'd never responded so strongly to any woman before her. He'd been kissing her, lost in pleasure, actually thinking, She might be my queen.
    Rydstrom had worried what such a beauty would think about his scar, about how much larger he was than she. For her, he'd tried to gentle his touch and kiss. All the while she'd been luring him into a trap.
    "I plan," she began matter-of-factly, "to become pregnant with your heir."
    His lips parted. Her very words made his shaft shoot hard as steel as every primal demon instinct inside him seemed to stir to life. This female with her plump breasts and sweet lips desired his seed, wanted to mate
    with him.
    She's spellbinding me. She must be.
    He'd studied Omort's family, had read about hundreds of his half siblings. Omort had murdered most of them after stealing their powers. But a few he kept close.
    What have I read about this sorceress7. She was aptly called the Queen of Illusions. Rydstrom had just fallen prey to one of remarkable detail. Though she looked to be in her early