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another but worked in coordination with their designated partner. At one point
Arak back flipped across the mat and came up behind Geile, who promptly struck
with the long stick. Faye winced when he spun on his heels but Torkel lunged
forward, using his stick as a spring board and kicked out. Gregir flipped over
Torkel’s head and landed on his feet between the men.
    Sweat soon dripped
from each of them but Faye only had eyes for Torkel. The flex and pull of his
body as he bent and stretched. The drawstring pants allowed him a freedom of
motion she wouldn’t have expected. She sighed loudly at the way the fabric
clung at the crotch when he performed a split to prevent being beaned on the
head by Gregir.
    Torkel glanced in
her direction at the noise, chest rising from exertion. A bead of sweat
traveled from the crease of his collarbone, down his chest to cling for a
minute before following the hollows of his abs and finally disappeared beneath
the waist of his pants. She licked her lips and shifted on the couch. The
material twitched and expanded. An already snug fit became tighter.
    “Time,” Torkel
said and rose to his feet with a groan.
    Faye met his stare
head on.
    “Continue without
me.” He tossed the stick behind him without glancing back to see if anyone
would catch it.
    Fortunately, Arak
snagged it mid-air with a smug grin. Torkel prowled toward her, the determined
light in his eyes instantly making her wet. Faye climbed from the sofa just as
Torkel reached her and swung her up in his arms. Her hands grasped for his damp
shoulders.
    “Torkel, your
practice” she thought to protest.
    “My Chosen needs
me.” His voice grated in her ear and Faye relaxed.
    She had no desire
to pretend she didn’t want to tear the pants off of him. With her teeth. The
thought left her smiling.
    ***
    Torkel lowered
himself over Faye’s naked body. It had been an easy matter to remove her odd
clothing. He’d kicked his training pants to the side and now stared at the rich
bounty displayed in front of him.
    “I could almost smell
your lust across the room.”
    Her head shifted
across the pillow as she eyed him. “Should I apologize to your men for taking
you away?”
    She didn’t look
remorseful. She looked amused.
    Torkel battled a
grin. Her amusement chipped at his heart. Having a Chosen had added benefits he
had not considered. He didn’t laugh with the females he’d sex shared with in
the past. “The only person you need apologize to is me. You distracted me.”
    She licked her
lips and lifted her hands to cup his face. “How should I apologize? Maybe a lap
dance.”
    He frowned. They
both had implanted translators to understand various languages but the
translations were literal. Like now. He couldn’t understand how dancing from
her lap would be a reward. “Lap dance? Explain, please.”
    Her hands slid
from his face to his hair where she tugged lightly. “I don’t think so. I prefer
to show you. Another time.”
    Torkel groaned at
her smug look. He had the feeling she planned to torture him with some Earth
custom. Shaking his head, he dislodged her teasing hands. His lips kissed the
caramel tips of her breasts until she quivered. Sliding down, he mouthed the
curve of her belly, his tongue licking slowly.
    “Torkel, please.”
    “I’m going to
please you, Faye.” He nipped her inner right thigh, causing her leg to twitch.
“I’m going to please you while I feed on the delicious nectar that pours from
your body.”
    She cursed and
squirmed beneath him.
    “Spread your legs
wider, Chosen.” He waited as her legs parted. “More. Spread them wide enough I
don’t miss a single spot.”
    Faye groaned and
her legs slid until her heels hit the edges of his bed. Torkel grabbed her
thighs with satisfaction and held them there as he lowered his mouth to the wet
folds. As soon as his lips dipped into her honey, she jerked. The sound she made
was full of female hunger. Hunger he intended to satisfy.
    He tongued