Free The Demon Master's Wife (Fantasy, Space Opera, Science Fiction Romance) (FORCED TO SERVE) by Donna McDonald Page A

and let him ease this for you,” Ania said softly. “To make him suffer, close your eyes and think of a male other than him during the act.”
    “No,” Gwen said fiercely, torn between anger at Zade and laughter at Ania’s outrageous suggestion. Who knew the serene female even had a sense of humor? Plus it was doubtful she’d be able to think of any other male, which was precisely why bonding with Zade wasn’t happening.
    “I already told you—Zade’s not touching me.”
    “Never in my entire life have I met a creature as stubborn as you, and that’s saying a lot for someone over nine hundred years old,” Ania said, walking to her. “I can try sharing part of it for you again, but I doubt even that will help you sleep. I urge you to reconsider allowing Dorian to help you with this.”
    “If Zade likes his male bonding parts that dangle, he better stay the hell away from me while I’m in this mood. I own several sharp knives and I know how to use them,” Gwen said viciously “Are you done with that stick?”
    Ania tossed the fighting stick to Gwen, who caught it and stalked to the middle of the mat. She watched the younger female do a series of warm-up moves. If anything, Gwen was even more precise about her movements in her current distressed state.
    Since Gwen didn’t want any more help bearing her arousal burden, the least Ania figured she could do was help the stubborn female burn off some of the excess energy that came with it. It had been a long time, but Ania had never forgotten how alluring Sirens could be. Looking back on those males now, she couldn’t believe she’d managed to hold them off herself.
    Sirens were not as satisfying as Norblades, but they were still alluring. Ania smiled at the memories of the other males in her life that Malachi had decided to give back to her this morning. She was really going to have to ask the demon to release everything, not just what he wanted her to remember.
    Ania walked to the weapons on the wall and chose another fighting stick.
    “This is not really my favorite weapon so you might have a decent shot at defeating me. Finish your exercises. When you are sufficiently prepared, we will spar,” Ania said, standing by the mat.
    Never stopping her moments, Gwen glanced at the completely groomed female who looked like she had just left a spa. No one who sweated ought to look that good afterwards, Gwen thought viciously, grinning at Ania’s sweat stains. They might be in different places than hers, but that’s what they were.
    “I owe you a huge thanks for helping last night,” Gwen said, spinning the stick. “I was able to finish Zade’s shift without coming unglued. Did you sleep okay?”
    “Yes,” Ania said. “I spent several hours with Synar burning off the energy I carried for you.”
    Gwen fumbled the stick and it went skidding over the mat to land at Ania’s feet. Gwen watched Ania lift it up with her foot, catch it, and toss it back at her like a spear. Fortunately she caught it and didn’t embarrass herself any further.
    “So you two made up? Oh wait—that’s Earth slang. Let me find better words. Are you and Synar back to being mates again?” Gwen asked, resuming her movements.
    Ania raised one eyebrow and leaned on her stick.
    “No—Synar and I are not back to being mates. I’m just old enough to take what I need when it is offered with sincerity. After my body is no more, Synar will move on to bonding with others. It is the way of all species to seek companionship bonds. I doubt I will feel such an urge again unless I end up carrying your desire for Dorian around for you.”
    “I do no t desire Dorian—I mean Zade,” Gwen said, pounding the mat hard with every twirl and kick.
    Ania snorted. “If I hadn’t bonded with Synar, I would be in your condition today just from helping you. I’ve never witnessed two creatures who want each other more,” she said. “You are foolish not to save yourself pain when the male with your