and turned for the door, her heart pounding. It was the coup she'd hardly hoped to manage. If Dejan trained her, approved of her, she'd be that much closer to silver robes. To having everything.
She had to be perfect. Everything about this night had to be perfect.
Dejan had known for three months that Lexa would be his student.
Discretion was a requirement in the Temple of Luna, but the trainers talked. They had to talk, if only to ensure the safety of the young women who served Luna by taking emotionally wounded warriors into their beds. No novice graduated to full priestess before the trainers were confident in her ability to handle a warrior's needs.
But even the trainers had specialties. Some were gentle, experienced in initiating a novice in the mysteries of sex. Some preferred to confine their attentions to the experienced novices, testing their readiness.
Dejan did neither. The women who came to him were almost exclusively priestesses in their own right -- strong, dangerous women who aspired to the silver robes, as well as the prestige and impressive stipend that came with them.
Almost exclusively. He'd been watching Lexa for a month now, ever since the morning Kweku had limped into the trainers' dining room and sworn he'd almost been bested by a virgin. Kweku was still young for a werewolf, thirty-eight and newly returned from the front lines, but over the course of the last month, Lexa had very nearly eaten him alive.
Anticipation had licked at Dejan then, but nothing compared to this afternoon, when Celine had finally summoned him. Test her, was all the high priestess had said, but Dejan had known her long enough to read between those terse words. Lexa was her choice for her successor.
And it was his job to train her.
Dejan surveyed the large bed and tried not to imagine what it would look like when she was stretched out on it, her dark hair spilling across the sheets and her deceptively sweet face staring up at him. Lexa had the wide-eyed charm of an innocent, but he wasn't fool enough to underestimate her like Kweku had.
A panel by the door chimed softly, and he forced himself to relax back in his chair, both legs sprawled out in front of him. Appealing as she was, Dejan was no eager puppy. He was the most respected trainer at the Savage Temple.
The door slid open, and Lexa walked in. Her robes clung to her legs as she moved, and she stopped before him with a small bow. "Thank you for having me."
She was sturdy. Sinful. Wicked curves and sleek flesh, tempting in a way the fragile, petite woman weren't. His cock hardened, but he did nothing more than smile and gesture to the plush cushions at his feet. "Sit."
Her answering smile was soft and sweet. When she sank down to the cushions, she arranged herself in what seemed at first to be a modest position. But from his vantage point, he could see down the front of her filmy robe, and her face was mere inches from the inside of his knee. If she tilted her head the slightest bit, she'd be resting her cheek on his leg, the very picture of ready, eager submission.
No wonder Kweku couldn't handle her.
Dejan dropped his hand to his knee and tugged at one strand of her long, unbound hair. "You've studied a great deal, haven't you?"
"Of course. How else could I hope to serve Luna and her warriors to the best of my ability?"
"Some novices take their time."
"Mmm." She flashed him a knowing grin. "I took the time I needed."
He curled that strand of hair around his finger and returned her smile with just a hint of a bite. "Such a confident little kitten. Maybe the novices don't gossip about me like they used to."
"I don't listen to gossip." Lexa shifted to kneel. "What would the novices know of you anyway? Not a single one has darkened your door in ages."
"Until you." Having her on her knees between his legs made it too easy to forget why he was here. "Women come to me to learn how to deal with the wild warriors. The feral warriors. To learn when to submit
She had to be perfect. Everything about this night had to be perfect.
Dejan had known for three months that Lexa would be his student.
Discretion was a requirement in the Temple of Luna, but the trainers talked. They had to talk, if only to ensure the safety of the young women who served Luna by taking emotionally wounded warriors into their beds. No novice graduated to full priestess before the trainers were confident in her ability to handle a warrior's needs.
But even the trainers had specialties. Some were gentle, experienced in initiating a novice in the mysteries of sex. Some preferred to confine their attentions to the experienced novices, testing their readiness.
Dejan did neither. The women who came to him were almost exclusively priestesses in their own right -- strong, dangerous women who aspired to the silver robes, as well as the prestige and impressive stipend that came with them.
Almost exclusively. He'd been watching Lexa for a month now, ever since the morning Kweku had limped into the trainers' dining room and sworn he'd almost been bested by a virgin. Kweku was still young for a werewolf, thirty-eight and newly returned from the front lines, but over the course of the last month, Lexa had very nearly eaten him alive.
Anticipation had licked at Dejan then, but nothing compared to this afternoon, when Celine had finally summoned him. Test her, was all the high priestess had said, but Dejan had known her long enough to read between those terse words. Lexa was her choice for her successor.
And it was his job to train her.
Dejan surveyed the large bed and tried not to imagine what it would look like when she was stretched out on it, her dark hair spilling across the sheets and her deceptively sweet face staring up at him. Lexa had the wide-eyed charm of an innocent, but he wasn't fool enough to underestimate her like Kweku had.
A panel by the door chimed softly, and he forced himself to relax back in his chair, both legs sprawled out in front of him. Appealing as she was, Dejan was no eager puppy. He was the most respected trainer at the Savage Temple.
The door slid open, and Lexa walked in. Her robes clung to her legs as she moved, and she stopped before him with a small bow. "Thank you for having me."
She was sturdy. Sinful. Wicked curves and sleek flesh, tempting in a way the fragile, petite woman weren't. His cock hardened, but he did nothing more than smile and gesture to the plush cushions at his feet. "Sit."
Her answering smile was soft and sweet. When she sank down to the cushions, she arranged herself in what seemed at first to be a modest position. But from his vantage point, he could see down the front of her filmy robe, and her face was mere inches from the inside of his knee. If she tilted her head the slightest bit, she'd be resting her cheek on his leg, the very picture of ready, eager submission.
No wonder Kweku couldn't handle her.
Dejan dropped his hand to his knee and tugged at one strand of her long, unbound hair. "You've studied a great deal, haven't you?"
"Of course. How else could I hope to serve Luna and her warriors to the best of my ability?"
"Some novices take their time."
"Mmm." She flashed him a knowing grin. "I took the time I needed."
He curled that strand of hair around his finger and returned her smile with just a hint of a bite. "Such a confident little kitten. Maybe the novices don't gossip about me like they used to."
"I don't listen to gossip." Lexa shifted to kneel. "What would the novices know of you anyway? Not a single one has darkened your door in ages."
"Until you." Having her on her knees between his legs made it too easy to forget why he was here. "Women come to me to learn how to deal with the wild warriors. The feral warriors. To learn when to submit
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