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Elspeth smiled at him.

“Do you have no response?” he asked.

“I see you’re all dressed for the ceremony.”

Jhan looked down at his dress uniform. “Yes,” he said, somewhat confused.

“Shame, really.”

“Why is that?” he asked.

“Because I’m about to go get cleaned up. If you weren’t already dressed, you could join me.”

Jhan’s face went from surprised to positively intrigued and dominant. He unbuttoned his dress coat and stepped through her door, not waiting for her to move, instead using his body to force her to step back. He tossed his coat onto a chair just to the right of the door, then reached out and slammed the door. He pulled his uniform shirt out of the waistband of his breeches and tossed it to land beside his coat, then kicked his boots off. He unfastened and pushed his breeches down his powerful thighs and took one single step closer to her. “Would you look at that? Suddenly I’m not dressed anymore.” He hooked his thumbs in his under briefs and shoved them to the floor as well, leaving himself completely nude.

Elspeth not the least bit shaken, but more aroused than she’d ever been took her time looking him up and down. Finally her gaze came to rest on his.

“Run,” he said, his voice even and calm.

“What?” she asked.

“Run,” he whispered.

“Oh!” she said as her eyes widened. Then she turned and took off through the suite.

Jhan gave her half a step and was right behind her.

“I love this!” she screamed over her shoulder, just as his hand came down on her hair, his fingers curling into it frombehind, causing her to stop her retreat. She spun to face him, expecting him to release her, but he didn’t.

He maintained his grip, pulling her face to his. “Good. It will help you get used to it.”

“Being chased. Being claimed. Being mine. Every moment of every day you are mine.”

Elspeth didn’t pull away from him at all, but her hand suddenly shot forward to cup his balls in her grip. She squeezed enough to let him know she could hurt him if she chose to.

His breath caught, but he didn’t break the stare they were locked in. His lips hovered right above hers, so close that neither of them was sure their lips were touching or not.

“You are mine every second of every day, and if you make me prove to you or anyone else that you belong to me… I’ll remove these and keep them in my pocket for safekeeping.”

One corner of Jhan’s mouth curled up.

“I’d have it no other way.”

“Nor would I.”

His lips smashed against hers and he adjusted his grip to hold the back of her head so he could guide her head in the angle he wanted.

“You’re mine, Elspeth.”

“Gladly. And you’re mine, Jhan.”

“Elatedly.”

“Is this always going to be a contest?” she asked.

“Probably.”

“This is going to be fun,” Elspeth said.

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