Page 87 of Warrior Revealed

“Weakness, you have been through so much. I never wanted you to have to choose between me, your family and your home.” He caressed her cheek.

“My family’s staying here, at least most of them. And even if I did go home, it wouldn’t be the same. You wouldn’t be there.”

Nadzia lifted the tablecloth and crawled beneath the table.

“What are you doing?” His head cocked in confusion.

His question was answered as she pushed his knees apart, her hands smoothing up his inner thighs. Wherever her hands traveled, his shell swiftly receded exposing his painfully sensitive quick. His spurs sprang free, fully engorged.

“Nadzia!” He jumped in the seat and gripped the edge of the table when her fingers wrapping around his arousals.

Her hot, wet mouth enveloped the head of his fore-spur and his nails pierced the tablecloth, digging into the table.

“Torment,” he groaned as Nadzia’s tongue circled his crown, while she stroked his shafts.

He’d never been on the receiving end of this kind of pleasure and had no clue it was sheer torture. The best kind of torment but still torment. No wonder Nadzia clawed his shoulder when he feasted between her thighs. It was all he could do to keep from gripping her head as he thrust into her wicked mouth. His thighs started trembling when she sucked him in to the back of her mouth.

“Mmm,” Nadzia moaned, vibrating his arousal, while she kneaded the unbelievably sensitive ridge on the crown of his lower spur.

“Fuck!” he borrowed the human word as he smacked his palm on the table.

Nadzia didn’t relent. She sucked, licked and stroked him harder and faster. The slurping sounds and her little moans of pleasure were nearly drowned out by the desperate breaths he tugged in as pleasure coiled around him.

“Aculus, are you awake?”

His gaze swiveled toward the door, his eyes widening seeing Axilla, Bregma, and Costa, along with several other members of both his and his patrem’s conclave.

Break me!He groaned, and swiftly pulled the end of the tablecloth over Nadzia and his lap. A quick glance down assured him his shell was thankfully intact, at least everything above the table.

“Now is not a good time,” he grumbled, as the females approached the table.

Nadzia paused her evil machinations but her hot breath still teased his spurs.

“It’s never a good time. We’ve put off discussing the Trial as long as we can,” Axilla scoffed and took the nearest seat.

Nadzia moved beneath the table to avoid bumping into Axilla’s legs. Her grip shifted on his spurs and his stomach muscles clenched. He inadvertently bumped the table when he jerked.

No, no, no. This is a nightmare,he grimaced.

If that wasn’t enough, the females bantering back and forth as they sat quickly made his mild headache turn into a pounding migraine.

“Are you feeling good?” Bregma asked, her brow furrowed in concern.

“Oh yeah,” Nadzia whispered beneath the table as she gently stroked his arousals.

“No!” he barked and coughed to cover up Nadzia’s taunt. “Merus, Scala, Payim and I drank way too much last night.”

“Stop behaving like the typical spoiled male. Just pretend to listen. It’s not like you ever actually help select the Trial candidates,” Axilla snapped angrily.

He tensed up at Axilla’s harsh words. His morning started wonderfully, then the conclaves stormed in tossing a bucket of ice water on his mood. That Axilla thought him spoiled was nothing new. It was a double standard many females tossed out at males whenever they voiced their opinions, claiming that because males were in the minority they were coddled more. But this wasn’t like all the other times the conclaves ran rough shod over him, totally ignoring he was more than just a male or some illustrious position as they attempted to plan out his life. Now he had Nadzia and she’d agreed to be his.

“Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, making the dishes jump and spilling his cup as his growl vibrated off the walls.

“Aculus!” Axilla said sternly as both conclaves stared at him wide-eyed.

“I’ve told you repeatedly that I’m not interested in participating in this spectacle time and time again, but you persist, ignoring my wishes. Do you even care that you’ve reduced me to some grand prize?”

“I…” Axilla sputtered.

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