Page 36 of The Warrior's Oath
“It is a pale shade, used to enhance certain runes. Possessing even a tiny amount in your designs will ripple through your entire body, boosting the potency of all the connected runes you possess, not only those that are marked with the pigment. Consider yourself very fortunate. Few ever receive such an honor.”
She eyed his naked body, a renewed flare of heat growing between her legs, spreading through her belly as she admired every inch of his chiseled physique.
“Oh, I do feel lucky,” she purred, sliding from the table to her feet and reaching her hand under his hips.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” she said with a grin as her hand found its target, wrapping tight around his semi-erect cock and squeezing firmly.
Korvin let out an involuntary gasp, his pulse pounding hard in his rapidly swelling cock. “I told you. We cannot.”
“We have time,” she countered, moving her hand beneath his prone body, stroking his length as he lay on the table.
“It is not about time,” he said, his voice ragged with conflict and lust. “I am your protector. I have an obligation.”
“You’re damn right you do,” she said, sliding her thumb over the head of his manhood, coaxing a droplet of precum out and using it as lube to work over the ridges now engorged in her hand.
“No, this is wrong,” he protested as her hand pumped faster, coaxing him until he was rock hard.
“Your mouth says no, but your body is saying something else.”
She was reveling in the moment, flexing her newfound sway over this powerful man. Korvin rolled to his side, his erection snapping to attention, released from beneath him.
“Yeah, that’s more like it,” she said, leaning forward and wrapping her lips around the pulsing head of his cock.
Korvin’s hands grasped her gently but firmly around the neck.
“Oh!” she groaned, her clit swelling with delight.
“No,” he said, pulling her eager mouth off his straining manhood. “This is not to be,” he said, his gold-rimmed eyes conveying that as turned on as he clearly was, this was not going to go any further.
He had grabbed her neck, all right, and that was sexy as hell, but it had been done to avoid her new tattoos still fresh on her shoulders.
“But—”
“No.” He was clear in his meaning. This stopped here and now.
“I don’t under—” Nyota began to protest when the Skrizzit’s voice was faintly heard talking to the guard in the corridor. “Shit!” she blurted, spinning and hopping back to her table, bumping into the tray of implements in her haste.
Nyota grabbed the jumble of needles and did her best to separate them back into their respective places. There were a lot of them, though, and she could only hope she’d gotten it right.
She lay down flat in a hurry, Korvin doing the same, just as the door opened.
“I have the pigment!” Dahrag said with clear excitement. “This is a momentous day. Momentous!”
“We appreciate your hard work,” Korvin said, then lay flat, turning his face away from Nyota.
“Oh, I am thrilled for this opportunity! To work with the rarest of the rare? What an honor!”
The Skrizzit opened the tiny bottle of almost white pigment and placed it on the tray with the others, pausing for a moment with a confused look. “Strange.”
“What’s strange?” Nyota asked.
“Nothing,” the Dahrag said, nimble fingers straightening out the tools of the trade until they were neatly laid out. “I must have left these out of place. It is unlike me, but I was in such a hurry when I learned you were to receive the Admani pigment, I clearly forgot.”
Nyota felt a flush of relief wash over her. “But everything is all right?”
“Yes, all is fine,” Dahrag replied, picking up a fine-tipped needle. “Now, let us not delay. There is a short time to work with this pigment when the bottle is open. One must not delay.”
