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silky on a high pillow. Her usual purple lustrous skin had paled a little and
the gorgeous dark flush was nowhere to be found. She flicked the fabric around
her and it fell over her in a caress. Covered in a clinging shift, she squared
her shoulders. “Welcome.”
    “Where is
Getterus?” The deep rumble held a commanding tone. Everything in the room
stilled and he was the center. There was no way to look anywhere but at him and
not only notice him, but obey. He wore loose clinging fabric pants in a rich
yellow color that showed off his rich purple skin and did nothing to hide the
thick cock that hung between his legs. He was shirtless and each of his erect
black nipples was pierced with a silver rod.
    “He…”
Nerrita glanced back at me. Her expression was closed and I didn’t know what to
do beside clutch the covers and watch.
    “I’m here,
friend.” Getterus announced from the main room behind this large, intimidating man.
“I went to get fresh fruit for our concubine.”
    “Yes, I
see you have finally chosen.” That dark stare landed on me. He was taller than
Getterus and his shoulders wider. He didn’t move. But watched me in a way that
sized me up as if I were naked and spread before him.
    “Our mate
was worth waiting for.” Meaning dripped from Nerrita’s words as she circled
around the foot of the bed. Strength exuded from her.
    “You
should have brought her to the assembly.” Vorreka crossed his arms and raised a
brow. “As a diplomat, you must remain aware of how you are perceived. It is a slight
to society that you ignored them. You must bring her tonight.”
    “She chose
not to attend.” Nerrita stopped circling and stood at the foot of the bed,
blocking Vorreka’s view of me.
    Getterus
slid past an unmoving Vorreka and into the room. The man’s black eyes slipped
away from me and found Getterus. A slash of black highlighted Getterus’s
cheeks. Vorreka blinked and his gaze tripped down Getterus’s body and his
cheeks answered with a dark flush of their own. He murmured in a soft but
utterly virile tone, “Listen well, Gita.”
    Gita. It
must be some form of nickname, but my master flushed further at the name and
his mouth curved slightly.
    Vorreka
stepped toward Getterus, putting his body near enough their legs brushed
against one another. My master wore the same style pants and also remained
shirtless. His back faced me and the play of his muscles told of emotion rolling
through him.
    Nerrita
had frozen like a statue but her gaze remained on the two men.
    Vorreka
reached out and caressed Getterus’s cheek. My master made a soft sound and
rubbed his face into Vorreka’s palm. The larger man’s harshly cut features
softened and his mouth parted. He looked as if he’d lean forward, but he
didn’t. He spoke quietly—the low murmur no less forceful for its softness.
    “You
searched a long time for the perfect mates. I know you chose well. No mate of
yours could ever want to leave you. She will not. Your loving nature and
strength to protect and provide make you a sensitive male any female would
fight to keep. I’d long known a concubine, once in your care, would never
leave. Do not fear it. That you do fear it at all means she will sense this
nature in you and love you for it. You must bring her and allow the others to
meet her. Perhaps it was best that she did not attend the first assembly. The
breeding hits the aggressive males hardest.”
    He stopped
for a moment and from my position, I saw his thumb slide into Getterus’s mouth.
Getterus licked out, his black tongue flickering for a moment. I couldn’t
breathe as the desire and passion filled the room. Getterus’s shoulders rolled
and his body shuddered.
    “But those
males will have taken partners to bed.” The tightness in Vorreka’s words spoke
of thinly leashed lust. It made my core pulse in sympathy. He licked his lips.
“The rutting would have gone all night and most will likely remain in bed until
the