Ah…yes. Kalina had been with the Tarok kings’ sister of late. He circled the sorceress’s rosy nipple with his finger, enjoying the shiver that went through her. Had Mikaela been a bad influence? Or perhaps Kalina had been unattached for too long—she needed a Master.

Eral rolled Kalina’s nipple between his fingers. Her dark heavy lashes swept her high cheekbones. “You have missed a man’s touch—his dominance.” He shifted so that more of his body covered hers, immobilizing her.

Her brows pulled together as if she thought hard on his question. “Yes. But I do not wish to be mastered any longer. I enjoy my freedom.”

Oh, she does, does she? He casually brushed her words aside with a light laugh. Kalina was more than a born submissive, and he intended to explore that territory with her. His desire was to fuck her, dominate her.

She frowned. “You find something humorous in my words?”

He shrugged the shoulder not pressed to the ground. “Men dominate women completely. That is the way of our world.” Then he tweaked her nipple, causing her to gasp.

Tension played in her jaws as they snapped shut. In a single breath, she said, “Not Mikaela’s, not the Tarok queens’, and certainly not Abby’s.”

The sorceress was adorable when she was unsettled. Her eyes were like molten lava beneath glass. Her small chin rose sharply. Gods, he wanted to fuck her again.

With a sigh, he rolled over onto his back and stared up at the sapphires sparkling in the ceiling, watching light and shadows dance across them. “These women you speak of are not from our world. The males in their previous world are confused. They have lost control of their universe, including their women.”

“Mikaela is not from the same world as Abby or the Tarok queens.” Her voice rose sharply.

He rolled back to his side, placing his palm beneath his head once again. With a single sweep he scanned Kalina’s pinched face. “Yes, and this woman attempted to kill her brothers, their wives, and their children.”

Kalina narrowed her gaze. “As you know, Mikaela was under Balin’s mind control. She did not choose to do all that she did.”

Eral dismissed Kalina’s comment. It was clear to him that Kalina was misdirected. She needed someone to guide her back into their world of Dominance and submission.

And there was no denying it, the woman’s heat called to him in an unsettling manner. It was like an undertow drawing him to her. With the unity of Lord Kir and Abby, Eral’s own need to mate had been triggered.

Strange. His life had been one of pleasure with whomever and wherever he chose. The thought made him smile as he rose to his feet and looked down upon Kalina. Life was meant to be enjoyed—savored.

“Kneel,” he ordered.

As if it was second nature to Kalina, she moved quickly to obey his command. Then a wave of concern crept across her face. Instead of casting her eyes to the ground like a good sub, she met his gaze head on. Her amber stare pulled at him, as if a blanket of magic covered him, willing him to drown in their golden depths. He could get lost in those molten pools.

Yet he would not.

Mentally he shook his head. It was his trial to endure. Eral loved women to distraction. His father had said it would be his downfall. Still, he could not resist their allure, their scents and warm bodies, satin skin and silky hair, and their soft cries of ecstasy as he brought them to climax.

It was what he lived for.

His sac filled with blood, stretching and extending his cock. The pleasant ache was welcomed. There was nothing like being sheathed in a tight ass, stroked by a wet mouth, cradled in a warm quim, or having the taste of a female upon his tongue.

Yes. Eral loved women, especially when they were bound for his pleasure, as the one before him would soon be.

He began a slow pace around Kalina as she remained kneeling. She had a sensuous, exotic mien about her. He made a full circle and faced her once again.

With the wild ideas that were apparently floating around in her head, he wondered whether she would bend to his will. Or would she fight him as Abby had Kir? The thought held an excitement he had not known existed. Would he enjoy conquering an obstinate woman?

He was a Prince. Subjects bowed to his demands. Women fell at his feet. Whatever he wanted—he got. “Do you want me to fuck you again, little witch?”

Kalina’s nostrils flared. Her puckered nipples did not lie, his words had aroused her. “Yes, but I will not be collared or bound. We will share in equal pleasure.”

Equal? He raised one brow. What a quaint idea. Still it was only female wanderings. The little witch deceived herself if she did not admit pleasure in being dominated.

Lord Kir expressed how Kalina enjoyed being ruled by the Tarok kings, not to mention multiple partners. Tension gripped his shoulders and neck with the thought of her being with other men. Why? He had no idea. Still his fingers curled into fists. “Hmmm…” he muttered, dipping his head side to side and rolling his shoulders to shake off the strange tightness in his muscles.

In the past he had strived for no ties—no commitments. His life was one of freedom and amusement. Lawl, his eldest brother, held the throne of Atlantis and the responsibilities that went with it. 

Exactly how Eral liked it. His pursuits were of a female persuasion.

He was, for all intents and purposes, the king’s spare—a substitute—should anything happen to his brother. Yet Lawl was healthy and sound of mind. Lawl was to marry a beautiful woman from the Kingdom of Incasha located to the far east of Atlantis’ boundaries. The King of Incasha had been a lifelong ally with Eral’s father, before he passed on. The union of Lawl and Mirus had been sealed at birth

Unconsciously, Eral slid his knuckles along the curve of Kalina’s jawline. “So soft. So lovely.” The need to touch the sorceress was so strong that his anger rose. What the hell is wrong with me?