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her quickly, before he did something they would both regret.

She’s a priestess, he reminded himself. She supposed to be off limits! But it was damn hard to remember that when Ellilah was moaning and writhing beside him with her nightdress pulled up as she explored her soft little pussy and made herself come for the very first time…

Wish I’d been the one to make her come, Roke found himself thinking. Wish I could have buried my face between her soft thighs and lapped her hot little cunt until she came all over my tongue…

But he knew how guilty Ellilah felt about giving herself pleasure—doubtless she would feel even worse about letting someone else give it to her. In fact, she might be curled up in the sleeping alcove sobbing with guilt and shame right this minute!

The thought made Roke hurry to clean himself up and pull up his trousers. He came out of the fresher and went back to bed, expecting to see the little priestess crying again.

But to his surprise and relief, she wasn’t. Instead, she was sleeping peacefully, one arm thrown over her head and her nightdress still above her waist. It was as though her first-ever orgasm had worn her out so thoroughly, she had fallen asleep before she could even pull her gown down.

The picture she presented was so innocently erotic that Roke felt his shaft come to life all over again. Gently, he pulled down her nightdress and shifted her over to the inside of the sleeping alcove. Then he climbed in beside her and slipped an arm around her shoulders.

Ellilah sighed in her sleep and cuddled against him, her cheek coming to rest on his chest in a gesture of utter trust that twisted Roke’s heart. He cradled her to him gently like she was a precious treasure that might break and stroked a strand of her long blonde hair out of her face.

“Sleep well, little priestess,” he murmured, looking down at her. “Sleep well and I’ll guard your dreams.”

Then, ignoring the little voice in his head that was warning him he was getting much too close to Ellilah for comfort—especially if he intended to uphold the Havoc tradition of never bonding with a female—he closed his own eyes and drifted off, holding her close in his arms.

Twenty-Five

First Meal turned out to be another communal meal but this time it involved everyone in the Court. The large Dining area was different from the Supper room, however—there were no plants and no stream running through it. It was just a vast, echoing room filled with long tables where the Tenebrian nobles sat in little carefully chosen social groups or cliques. Elli wondered uneasily where she and Roke ought to sit, since they weren’t a member of any of the groups.

Luckily, after a moment of looking around the large room, they saw the Duke and Duchess waving them over.

“Have a seat, old boy,” the Duke said heartily to Roke and the Duchess smiled and beckoned to Elli invitingly.

They sat down across from the other couple and the Duke immediately called a servant over and started ordering foods Elli had never heard of before.

“My, that’s quite a lot of food, my dear,” the Duchess said to him as the server left.

“Well, our resident Zorel Entrancer needs to eat well to have energy for today’s task,” the Duke said. He looked at Elli. “I hope you got plenty of rest last night—though after that display the two of you were putting on at the end of Supper, I rather doubt it.”

He winked at Elli and she felt a blush creeping up her cheeks when she considered exactly how she and Roke had spent the night before. She still wasn’t sure if she ought to have touched herself. Though Roke’s idea that the Goddess wanted one to give oneself pleasure was an interesting one, the guilt of touching her secret spot had been drummed into her thoroughly. So possibly she had committed a terrible sin last night.

Or maybe she had simply found an outlet for all those desires and needs that had been plaguing her for years—ever since her body had matured and she’d gotten her womanly curves.

Either way, Elli was determined not to dwell on it today. She had a job to do—a difficult and dangerous job, if what she had heard was correct. Taming Demon was the only thing she wanted to concentrate on and she refused to let herself go down a shame spiral over the