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protest of his actions, but she could barely find coherence under his play. Merrick, stop that, Dori whispered. Even as she said the words, she found herself arching into his touch. No. His low, dark purr carried a challenge for her to try and halt his play. He cast the linen aside so it balanced itself on the pool wall as he moved his free hand to play similarly with her other breast. I wish to continue what we began last eve. I began here, yes? Dori nodded, grabbing onto the pool wall as he once more shared his desire with her through his touch, making her stagger. Meshing with her own, she once more could barely think. Water from his hair and skin dripped onto her as he had yet to dry off himself, but she paid little attention to it. She paid more attention to his hand as it released her breast to descend toward her thighs. She looked up into his deep brown eyes and saw his interest in her pleasure, but also his silent question of her willingness to allow this. His eyes narrowed, a purr rumbling in her throat when she leaned her head back, her silent surrender to him in this game. An act of submission to the predator within their people, this gift always demanded a reward if he wished to be granted it again from her. He dipped his head to press a delicate kiss to the arch of her throat, before very gently grazing the tender area with his teeth. His hand eased between her thighs to cup her damp, warm flesh as he soothed his light mark to her throat with his tongue. Each part of his ritualistic acknowledgement held its own meeting. Dori struggled to remember what she once blocked out to spare herself the nightmares of her past. His delicious touches on her did little to help her in the struggle, turning her thoughts more toward playing than remembering anything. No words were spoken to show one s acknowledgement of this surrender, if she remembered correctly. Any verbal acknowledgement of this act, from either one of them, was a deep insult. Action alone praised one s surrender and showed the other s gratitude. Nothing else. The gentle kiss was his thanking her for her surrender. His tender bite a show of the predator she gave herself to with it. And the even more tender lick his promise to her that he would never use this to do her harm and his further promise to keep her safe in what he might ask of her next with her surrender. Would he grant her the same freedom over him? She couldn t stop the question from bouncing around in her mind. She would hope he trusted her enough to grant her the same as she gave him. Her thoughts focused on what she might do to him if he did allow it. And how would she show her acceptance of his surrender as she began to remember a female s was never the same as the male s, unless she wished it to be. You re all wet, Dori scolded. He undid all his efforts of drying her off with his touch and his closeness. Water dripped off him and onto her skin, teasing over her sensitive flesh in delicate caresses. SHADOW AND BETRAYAL H. M. Harrison Page 83 As are you, Merrick purred, leaning up. He pushed one long finger up into her, slowly, delighting in her soft moan as he watched her eyes close in her pleasure. And I think I shall enjoy playing with it for a bit. His thumb moved to stroke her clitoris as he moved his finger in and out of her in slow, controlled moves. He kept himself from going too deep and harming her by touching her maiden s mark. He would never resist rupturing it if he touched it in his current mood. Oh gods! Dori let out a gasp when he added a second finger, furthering her pleasure. She grabbed onto his shoulders to remain upright. Her knees weakened further when his hand at her breast moved to the nape of her neck to massage it. An instinct inherited from the Ferals, this was a technique meant to soothe a skittish or upset individual, male or female. Used this way, the energy created between her pleasure and his own enjoyment connected the two areas, making for what Feral-borns called Trey s Caress. Named for the God of Love and Sex, Trey delighted in sparking bouts of frenzied love play, especially between mates. It made for very naughty offerings for himself and for his mother, Trista, and his grandfather, Kashee. The trio shared a connection in their influences over the Feral-born games of pleasure and that of procreation, making for a very unusual explosion of energy between them. Merrick delighted in watching Dori becoming caught up in Trey s Caress. The bite of her nails in his shoulders made him smile. He d seen many males bleed from their females in how much their touch pleased her--had experienced it himself. Trista s Blessing came from this caress in scars on the male s back from the female s nails. He carried a light set from a Delavan female he once played with. He would be adding Dori s many times over, if he had his way. Dori purred and growled with her pleasure, a hiss escape Merrick when her nails dug into his flesh, nearly drawing blood. His fingers caressing her neck and inside her connected in mini explosions firing off and traveling up her spine and then back down again. He could feel her body tightening for an orgasm and hungered to feel it almost as much as he could sense she wanted it. He then had to fight his laugh when he sensed her fearing the her scream he would draw would bring a crowd to slay whatever beast was killing her. Silence none of your pleasure, kazi, he commanded in a soft, deadly dangerous tone, watching her press her lips together. I want to hear your enjoyment. He let a bit more of his own delight seep into her, wanting to further encourage her to give into his demands of her. Dori arched in his grip, letting out a scream that displayed her sharp canines to Merrick. A display he answered with a low growl of appreciation and approval as he savored her orgasm sucking at his fingers. He gently eased his fingers from her as she flattened hers against his back, opening her eyes in time to see him take his fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes to savor her taste, feeling the smile she gave at the sight. You weren t supposed to reach your peak yet, little dejah. he scolded, lowering his hands and stepping back only when he knew she wouldn t collapse. Dori hissed and shoved him away. I ve never felt Trey s Caress before, she SHADOW AND BETRAYAL H. M. Harrison Page 84 growled. And you surprised me. She wanted to hit him for his dare. He was unbelievable! She wanted to scream at his scolding her for coming too soon. Merrick chuckled at her. She was indeed most adorable when frustrated as he knew she would be. Name my penance, sweeting. He hoped for a new game. His hope died when she threw a drying linen to him. Dejah ... she wouldn t. 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