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lush beauty as it displayed. Her limbs were long and shapely, the skin
    seemingly as smooth and unblemished as fine silk, instantly conjuring an image in his mind of those arms and legs entwined about his body.

    The imagery set his blood to a slow boil in his veins, pulsing in his skull and groin until he soon felt as if one, or both, would explode from the building pressure.

    Her waist was tiny, curving outward below to form rounded, womanly hips, and
    tapering upward to breasts that looked far fuller than he’d at first thought, unfettered now by the snug fitting gown that she’d worn.

    He had been staring blankly at her face for several moments, fighting the urge to
    mount her right then and there when it finally penetrated his heat fogged brain that the heat in her eyes was not the desire his mind had conjured as desire but one of pure rage.
    THE DEVIL’S CONCUBINE
    Jaide Fox
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    A cold douse of water could not have more quickly, or thoroughly, dashed the fire
    in his blood.

    It left him so quickly, in fact, that the rush was almost as dizzying as the rush to his brain and cock had been, and far less pleasant.

    Slowly, as his brain kicked in and began to function once more, rage began to
    seep into him. “Reyhan!” he bellowed, so loudly that the sound ricocheted deafeningly off the stone walls, floor, and ceiling.

    “Sire?”

    Whirling, Talin fixed the hapless guard with a narrow eyed glare. “Come here.”

    Looking like he would’ve far preferred to make a dash for the door, the guard
    approached Talin and knelt.

    Talin reached down, grabbed the man by his throat and lifted him to his feet.
    “Where are the princess’ clothes and why is she not wearing them?”

    Reyhan’s jaw sagged. He glanced from Talin to Aliya and back again. “We
    always strip the prisoners,” he stammered weakly. “To … uh … search them for
    weapons.”

    Talin ground his teeth. “Did I tell you she was a prisoner?” he asked, his voice
    deceptively soft now.

    “Uh … Sire? Uh … no, Sire. But you said put her here. I thought … I
    thought....”

    “And the manacles?”

    Reyhan blinked several times as the words pelted him in the face. “You said to
    make certain she couldn’t injure herself.”

    “Which led you to believe this was necessary?” Talin ground out, releasing his
    hold on the man’s throat and gesturing toward the manacles.

    The man’s eyes were bulging from their sockets. “She fought me like a wild
    thing when I tried to remove her clothing--took off half my hide with her nails and teeth.
    She injured herself injuring me! I thought the manacles would be bes--”

    The last word remained incomplete. Talin belted Reyhan in the mouth with his
    fist so hard the man flew backwards, slamming into the wall behind him. Blood spattered the wall. Several teeth ricocheted off the wall and pinged onto the floor. Apparently satisfied when the man slumped to the floor and went still, Talin stepped over to him, bent down to retrieve the ring of keys from his belt and moved back to unlock the
    manacles.

    Stunned by the turn of events, Aliya’s anger vanished the moment Talin’s
    erupted, tamped by a well developed, and heretofore unknown to her, instinct for
    survival. More than half fearing his anger would spill over onto her, she merely watched warily as Talin unlocked the manacle from first one wrist and then the other. A cry of pain was wrenched from her before she could prevent it, though, as her arms dropped
    limply to her sides and the blood began to flow through them in a stinging, burning tide.

    Kneeling in front of her, Talin took one of her hands and gently massaged her
    arm. When he was satisfied, he lowered that arm and repeated the process with her other arm. More than a little disconcerted, Aliya watched him warily as he rose, looked around and finally strode to the corner where the guard had discarded her gown. After studying it critically for a moment, he shook his head and