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“It will do,” Amaros said, supporting her decision to use the place for shelter.
The men waited for Victoria to kick open the door to the first apartment.They entered after her and placed their fellow knight on the couch.Jacquin closed the door, then moved a chair in front of it to sit down and keep watch.He looked at Amaros as his boss sank down to sit on the floor with his back against the wall.“We’re recruiting cambions now?”he asked.
“It’s a long story,” Amaros said, wiping his wet hands on the carpet.The rain had washed most of the blood off.
“I can’t wait to hear it,” Jacquin said, sliding a look at Vic, clearly still highly confused.
Chapter Forty-Five
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CAMRIEL WAS HAVINGthe best dream of his entire lengthy life.He was lying on a soft bed with his head on Victoria’s lap.She was stroking his face and her other hand was resting on his chest directly over his heart.His body responded to her nearness and the stroking stopped.
“You’ve got to be fudging kidding me,” his mate said incredulously.Her tone was biting enough for him to realize he wasn’t dreaming at all.He opened his eyes to see she was staring at his groin.“You almost bled out and died in my arms and now you’re sporting fudging wood?”she said accusingly.
“I can’t help it,” he said, snuggling against her muscular thighs in contentment.“Just being near you is enough to make me hard.”
“I donotneed to hear this,” Jacquin muttered from his vigil near the door.“I’m going to get some fresh air, boss,” he added.
“I’m right behind you,” Amaros said, giving his warrior and the cambion some privacy.
“What time is it?”Cam asked.It had stopped raining, but his clothes were still damp.
“It’s just after dawn,” Victoria said, grabbing him by the jacket to haul him into a sitting position.Her strength was another thing that turned him on.Everything about her appealed to him.She didn’t have any flaws as far as he was concerned.“Stand up,” she ordered.
Cam did as he was told, waiting for her to rise to her feet first.He stood up, then yawned and stretched.His dong grew even harder when her fingertips brushed his stomach.She lifted his jacket and shirt and made a sound of amazement.
“There’s not even a fudging scar,” Victoria said, touching his skin to make sure.
“What happened last night?”Camriel asked as the battle returned to him.“Why did you freeze up like that?”
“It was Phul,” she said, frowning and taking a step back.“That mother fudger got into my head.He tried to force me to become bonded to him.”
His gut tightened in dread at that prospect.“Did he succeed?”he asked.
“I’m here with you, aren’t I?”she retorted.“If he’d fudging succeeded, I would have chopped your stupidly handsome head off.”
