His fingers tightened on the soft part of her belly and he ran his mouth along her neck. “Ask me to take care of you, and I will.” His voice had gone low and rang with another challenge.
Uja knew what it was like to want a female you couldn’t have. He’d been carrying on a secret tryst with a Clecanian female from Mithrandir for years now.
Well, fuck that. Even if she didn’t have a grudge against the man, she wasn’t about to talk to a stranger about how she and Fejo had just finished sixty-nining in a linen closet when his marks had suddenly appeared.