Free Were Slave (2010) by Lia Slater Page A

swallowed the guilt eating at his gut. "First things
first. Lay back and let me wash you. We've made a mess under your dress." He
attempted to smile and fell short.
    Hesitation flitted across her beautiful face, but she did as
he asked and lifted her skirt.
    Mace grew hard again at the sight of her creamy bare legs.
He grasped her knees and spread them, revealing her pink folds and entrance,
swollen from their love-making. With a tender touch, he wiped the inside of her
thighs, removing the signs of their combined juices. The sight was so lovely,
it was almost a shame to remove it. He'd thoroughly enjoyed claiming her pussy
and her ass at the same time. Seeing how much it pleasured her had made him
crave more and he looked forward to one day penetrating her sweet, tight ass
with his cock.
    If she'll ever agree to let me touch her again after I take
her from her home.
    He shoved that idea from his mind and swept the cloth down
her mound to her pussy.
    "Your pack is free," she said with a shaky voice she so
clearly tried to hide. Even after what they'd just shared, he could still
notice the fear under her facade. A facade he wanted to break down so he could
see the real Nayla.
    Mace tore his eyes from his work and was surprised to see
her staring up at him with teary eyes. The Queen of Paqualette wasn't as tough
as she let on. Though she quickly swiped the evidence away with the back of her
hand.
    "Yes, love, they are," he said.
    "I--I'm happy for them. If they're anything like you..." Her
voice faded.
    "They're all good-hearted." He hoped she'd see that when she
met them outside the dungeon walls in their wolf form.
    Inhaling a breath, he finished cleaning her and then leaned
down to press a kiss to her pretty mound. Every inch of her was beautiful. A
swell of pride filled his chest at knowing Nayla was his. And would be his
forever.
    Whether she wanted him or not. He'd fight to keep her. He'd
fight her entire country if need be. But something told him no one would come
looking for her. The bastard, Fenton, would undoubtedly see to that.
    She pushed the hem of her dress down and sat up on the bed.
"I'm confused, Mace." Her voice broke so she cleared her throat and began
again. "Are you leaving me? Is that what this is all about?"
    God, didn't she understand? "No, sweetheart, I'm not leaving
you. You're not safe here."
    "Not safe? What do you mean by that?"
    "Your Councilman Fenton has threatened to harm you if I
leave without you."
    "He what?"
    "There's no time to discuss it now."
    Her eyes widened, her mouth dropped open as realization
overcame her face.
    Here it goes. He must stay strong for them both.
    "Nayla, I have no other choice. For your protection, I'm
taking you with me. And we don't have time to spare. Fenton will be here in a
matter of minutes."
    "You want me to leave with you?" All color drained from her
cheeks. "With your pack? Are you serious?"
    "I am," he said as sternly as possible. He'd wasted too much
time already. They couldn't stay here any longer. "Now we can walk calmly out
the back of the keep together or, if you choose to fight me, I'll throw you
over my shoulder and climb down the terrace. Which way do you prefer?"
    "I'd rather we talk this through. There's no need for either
of us to leave. You can stay here with me, forever. Your pack is free so you
don't have to worry." She stood and cupped her soft hand to his jaw. "I want
you to stay."
    "I belong with my pack, Nayla." He swallowed the knot in his
throat. "And you belong with me."
    "No." She shook her head. "I'm sorry. I want you as my
lover. I want to fall asleep in your arms every night and wake up to your
voice." She pursed her lips and her brow creased, stubbornly. "But I cannot go
with you, Mace. My country needs me. I can't simply disappear and leave them
without a queen."
    Heat rose up his neck as anger overtook him. If all she
wanted him for was to be her pathetic WereSlave, she was in for a whopping
surprise. He would prove to her he was