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with this one and worked to get the details right, brushing them into place with his mind
like an artist putting the finishing touches on a painting. Then he cast it out, an invisible
net woven with Power, and he went to sleep himself and waited.
Part of him marked the passing of time even as he drifted quietly. Then he felt her
presence slide into the dream, and he came alert.
The setting was cool and quiet, and a light, delicate wind blew. He had recreated the
subtle hues of night.
She was outside. The light, musical tinkle of bells danced through the air.  What
the . . . she said, sounding disoriented and puzzled. Then she laughed, and the sound
was more beautiful than the bells.
He smiled, rose from the couch where he had been reclining and lifted the flap of the
tent to look out.
Sand dunes rippled underneath the silvery cascade of moonlight. Several feet away
from the tent a small oasis of water, little more than the size of a comfortably large hot
tub, was surrounded by a collection of ferns and palm trees, which didn t make any
ecological sense, but still, the scene was pretty.
Pia stood on the path between the tent and the oasis, looking down at herself.
Pleasure washed through Dragos. She was a symphony of the precious colors he loved
the most, silver, ivory and gold, and those gorgeous sapphire eyes. Her loose hair rippled
down her back, and the harem outfit he had devised for her to wear was skimpy in all the
right places. Bracelets and anklets of tiny bells adorned her graceful wrists and ankles,
and her slender, arched feet were bare.
She looked up, still laughing.  You made me look like a belly dancer . . . oh my. Oh,
very much my.
 What? he said, strolling toward her with a slight smile. He was barefoot as well. He
wore a simple linen robe that wrapped and belted at the waist, with thin cotton pants
underneath.  The belly dancer outfit was my favorite part.
 How very sheikh-ish you look. Her face tilted up as he neared, and her midnight-
colored eyes were wide.
He played with her jewelry, letting the dangling earrings slide over his fingers. The
heavy, gold linked necklace at her neck was shamefully erotic. It highlighted the delicacy
of her throat and collarbones, and evoked the concept of bondage. He said deeply,  You
should wear jewelry more often.
The bells at her wrist tinkled as she raised a hand and laid it at his chest where the
robe parted. Her fingertips were cool on his bare skin, her hand unsteady, resting against
him as light as a trembling butterfly.  It s at times like this that I want to say something
incredibly foolish, she said. She sounded breathless.
He captured her fingers and brought them up to his lips.  Like what?
She murmured,  Like I ll wear anything you want me to, whenever you want.
 I see nothing at all wrong with that statement. He mouthed the words against her
fingers.
She snickered.  Of course you don t. And I m not saying it. I m only confessing to the
impulse.
He told her,  You should always tell me your foolish impulses so that I may take
advantage of them.
 That is not going to happen, your majesty, she informed him.  The ones I do tell you
are bad enough. She looked down at herself and her voice grew mournful.  This outfit
makes me look fat, doesn t it?
 You ve got to be kidding me, he growled. He had started to bend down to her for a
kiss, and he reared his head back to glare at her. Without a clever layering of clothing to
hide it, her slender waist flowed gracefully out to a lightly rounded belly, and her breasts
were lush and ripe, the creamy skin soft as a white peach. Everything inside him
tightened at the sight.  You look utterly incredible.
She swayed forward. He put an arm around her as she leaned against him, and his
head came down over hers. He rested his cheek in her thick, soft hair, and for the first
time that day the dragon s constant, rogue urge to violence subsided. What it left behind
was a deep, hungering ache. He wanted to drag her to the ground and ease his cock
inside of her while she gripped him with her inner muscles and rocked him with her
strong, supple body until he spilled everything he had into her. He was the hardiest of all
creatures, but good gods, these dreams were going to kill him.
He slid a greedy, possessive hand down the front of her body to cup her rounded
belly. A pang of disappointment lanced him as he realized the familiar, young bright spirit
was absent.  I didn t notice before, he murmured.  The baby isn t here.
She tilted her head back, gaze darkening in ready sympathy.  I can sense him, but I
guess he isn t dreaming?
He shook his head and shoved the disappointment away.  No.
She rubbed his back. After a moment she asked,  How did . . . everything go today?
He answered her real question.  Everybody is fine. All the sentinels and, yes, your
friend have won through to the next round.
 That s good. She searched his gaze.  Right?
 Yes. Suddenly the playful, pretty scene was no match for his darkening mood.
Setting his teeth, he let go of her and turned away.
Silence fell between them. He gazed over the endless-seeming, empty desert with a
scowl. When he heard tinkling and a splash, he looked over his shoulder. Pia sat by the
edge of the oasis with her feet in the water, harem trousers rolled over her knees. She
had taken off the anklets. She straightened one leg and lifted her pretty foot out, looked
at it then let it fall with a splash back into the water.
Somehow she knew when not to push him. Yes, she was wiser sometimes than he
would ever be. He walked over to ease down behind her until she sat between his legs,
and when he put his arms around her again she leaned back with a sigh. The feel of her
body in his arms felt maddeningly familiar and yet somehow incomplete. Damn these
dreams, yet he would not go the week without them.
He said,  I asked Gray to be my First, and he said yes.
She turned her head slightly.  That s great news.
He sighed.  We also talked a little about Rune and what happened last summer.
She said gently,  That must have felt complicated.
 It did.
 I m glad you finally talked to someone about it. Did it help? She rubbed slender
fingers soothingly along his forearms.
 Yes, actually, it did. He pressed his mouth to the place where her neck met her
shoulder.  How was your day?
 Complicated too in its own way. She reached behind her and cupped the back of his
head, stroking his hair in a brief caress.  I like Beluviel, and she told me some things I
didn t know about my mom. That hurt, but it was kind of a good hurt, if that makes any
sense. I think we really connected. She told me something interesting that may throw a
monkey wrench into my visit. They ve received word that an emissary from Numenlaur is
coming to meet with them.
Dragos raised his head.  Did they?
She twisted to look over her shoulder, searching his expression.  Calondir has gone
into Lirithriel Wood to get ready for their arrival. Have you ever heard of Numenlaurians
visiting the U.S. before?
 No. He regarded her thoughtfully.  Are you sure that Beluviel said Calondir went into
the Wood? She didn t say that he crossed over to prepare for the emissary in their Other
land?
She frowned and scooted around until she could face him fully.  Yes, I m sure. Why?
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