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  “It’s possible to finish my training and not be a High Mystik then?”

  “More or less, aye.” Arista thought that over. “You shall retain the title of Mystik until you are ready to rule your own sector. Even though you’ll have the skills of a High Mystik in deed, only she who rules in name as well as deed is awarded the power and voting rights that come with it.”

  Kari blew out a breath of relief. “I just hope Klykka accepts my decision.”

  “She will. Leastways, ‘twill like as not serve to further endear you to her.”

  Kari hoped so, but didn’t say as much. She knew The de Valor’s time was precious and didn’t want to waste any more of it with her selfish concerns. “Thank you, Arista. I’ll see you tonight.”

  The holo-call came to an end. Lost in thought, Kari absently stared at where The de Valor’s image had been but moments prior.

  “Do not perform for those warriors,” a deep voice said harshly. “’Tis a command, that.”

  Kari whirled around. Her eyes widened and her heart raced. She tried not to smile, but she knew it didn’t matter—the weird bond they shared told him she was happy to see him.

  “I thought you were gone,” Kari said, her head notching up. He hadn’t left her without saying goodbye after all! “I woke up to an empty bed.”

  “I was. I went to the bartering stalls to buy food.” Isar’s golden gaze possessively raked over her naked body. “Leastways, I would have starved had I known whilst in my absence you would agree to perform this moon-rising.”

  “Food?” She shook her head. “I could have ordered you any food you wanted and it would have been instantly prepared.”

  “I did not know this.”

  “Well thank you for buying food. That was thoughtful of you.”

  He grunted in response. She smiled.

  “How did you get back in here?” Kari asked. “You don’t have the proper laser scan.”

  “I’ve my ways.” He shifted the bags of food in his arms to draw attention to them. “Let us eat so I’ve the energy to fuck what’s mine again.”

  Kari blew out a breath. The warlord’s blunt words aroused her more than they probably should have. She inclined her head and led the way to the terrace where she took her meals. She could sense him following behind her, his eyes all but burning a brand into her buttocks.

  “I have to perform,” Kari said as she led him into the terrace’s gardens. “I gave Arista my word.” When they reached her favorite table, she turned to face him. “And I don’t break my word.”

  Isar frowned. “Then I will accompany you this eve,” he grumbled. “Leastways, you will touch no warrior but me.”

  She didn’t want to anyway, but pretended to strike a bargain. “Fair enough.” She sat down at the table and watched him pull an array of delicious foods from the crystal-spun bags. Her mouth started to water. “But we can’t have penetration there. Only oral sex.”

  “Nay. I want all there to know you belong to me.”

  “They cannot know,” Kari told him. She picked up a sticky breakfast treat that reminded her of the pastries back home. “I’d get in trouble with my Mistress. Galians disallow their females to have intercourse with Trystonni warriors.”

  One black eyebrow shot up. “Why?”

  “Because your kind has stolen Galian females in the past.” She bit into the felani. “This is really good.”

  His eyes were amused. “Do I penetrate you at Mettle Tavern they will think I would kidnap you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Mayhap I will.”

  Kari almost choked on her second bite of felani. She fiddled with some buttons on the table and pici juice instantly appeared. She quickly drank some down. His gaze, still amused, watched her every movement. Once recovered, she gave him a stern frown.

  “Me almost dying is funny to you?”

  “I would never let you die, pani. Leastways, do you die, I die.”

  Kari begrudgingly experienced a thrill from his admission. Metaphorical or not, it made her pulse race pleasurably. She studied his handsome face and didn’t know how she’d ever say goodbye to him.

  “When I take my leave from Galis, ‘tis mine you still are. Touch no other male.”

  She grunted. “I’m supposed to be a nun when you leave?”

  “What is a nun?”

  “Never mind.” She took another big bite of felani. “Will you be with other females?”

  “Only if needs be. Leastways, I will keep to the Kefa slaves.”

  “One, it’s wrong to own slaves. And two, if you’re fucking other females I’m fucking whoever I want!”

  “You are fucking no male and the slaves are not real!” he barked. “How can you know naught of the Kefas?”

  Kari was getting a headache. “You fuck invisible female slaves?”

  Isar frowned at her sarcasm. “They are made of the colored trelli sands and enchanted by priestesses for unmated warriors to mount.”

  “Tryston sounds too weird,” she muttered. “Look. I love spending this time with you, but we both know it will come to an end.”

  “For mayhap a spell,” he conceded. “I would that I could take you as my Sacred Mate now.” He sighed. “Leastways, for your own safety, I cannot.”

  Kari didn’t know what he was talking about, but she was too sad to give it more thought. Whether Isar understood or not, she could never truly belong to him. Such would be a slap in the face to the High Mystik who’d adopted her as her own. She wished there was a way to have it all, but knew it wasn’t possible. Even if Kari chose to defy Klykka, which she couldn’t fathom doing, she realized she could never be happy living out her life on a planet where women were mere possessions. And a warrior such as Isar? He would never be able to accept the lowly status of men on Galis. Both planets were fucked up in their own ways.

  They had a week left together, maybe ten days at best. Kari wanted to savor every moment of it with him because she realized she would never feel for any man what she felt when Isar Kal Draji looked at her.

  “Do not be sad, pani,” Isar murmured, “for it makes me sad when you are.”

  “I’m trying not to be,” Kari whispered, “but we both know our time together is nearing its end.”

  “Only for a while.”

  Kari knew differently, but said nothing. She morosely decided the plot of Romeo and Juliet was too close to home for her liking.

  Standing up, she walked to where the warlord sat. She got on her knees and fumbled with his leather pants until his long, thick, hard cock sprang free. She looked up and met his glowing gaze while she stroked his shaft. His intake of breath was quickly followed by a massive hand entwining its fingers in her hair.

  “Fuck me with your mouth,” Isar said hoarsely. “I needs be close to you.”

  “Don’t ever forget me,” Kari murmured, her heart wrenching, “because I’ll never forget you.”

  He opened his mouth to speak. “Shhh,” Kari said softly, “right now we have each other and it’s all I need.”

  She lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth. His low growl of approval made her want to please him all the more. She slowly began sucking his shaft, taking in as much of him as was humanly possible.

  “Kara,” he hissed. His fingers wrapped tighter around her tendrils of hair. “Suck him hard, pani.”

  Her nipples stiffened at his provocative words. She picked up the pace, sucking his cock in fast, deep strokes. His groans of pleasure mingled with the sound of wet mouth meeting rigid flesh. Her head bobbed up and down as she ferociously sucked him off, ready and wanting to taste his cum.

  “Faster,” Isar gritted out. “I’m almost there, pani.”

  Kari sucked his cock harder and faster, her throat opening for his huge erection. She took him in impossibly deeper while maintaining a feverish pace. She fucked him with her wet mouth, over and over, again and again. When his entire body tensed, she sucked even harder, her head wildly bobbing up and down.

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