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every hair's breadth of beauty rendering it
impossible to deny the physical perfection of the elves. But what really maddened
her was his scent. It was easily comparable to a perfume sprayed directly in
her face. She couldn't identify what it was but she knew that it was his scent
and it sent her lust spiraling out of control.
    Even as he left, his scent lingered and
Alethi thanked the gods that she was wearing a skirt or the wetness between her
legs might have been visible. She had wished he hadn't spoken so close. His
breath and his low husky voice completed a seduction she did not want affecting
her.
    Fighting to gain control of herself was an
effort enough, but to keep herself level-headed in the negotiation was
impossible. All could think about was submitting to him and letting him do
things to her that would make her father furious. She cursed his purposeful
derailing that made her agree to his demands. It had made her unable to
negotiate effectively. Her father would have scolded her for such a botch.
    Even before her other senses were aware of
Prince Arun's coming, she breathed him in, and try as she might, she could not
rein in the strangled cry that escaped her lips. Only when she was taken by the
arms as the roots released her did she notice that there were two others in the
room. They did not have the overpowering essence that the prince had and she
wondered why.
    Only briefly.
    The touch of his fingers on her cheek was
feather light, but it was as if her whole face felt the thrill of his touch –
down to her spine and even further below. She grit her teeth and resolved to
face him once more with a mask of resolve and strength.
    "Princess," he addressed her with
a grin, "I trust you can walk? Or do you need to be held?"
    His words made her realize that only the
elves beside her were holding her up. Her knees were undeniably weak, but she
would not submit to these vile creatures who were playing with her.
    She steeled herself and addressed her
captors. "I can walk. Thank you," she said as icy cold as she can,
only partially succeeding. Damn the elf and his delectable perfection!
    "Just tell us if you need help,
princess," the one to her right chuckled. "We know how weak humans
are against lust. Unlike you, we do need a compelling reason to fuck."
    The word made the heat in her go up to her
face and her ears. How could they treat something like that so casually? It was
as if the act meant nothing to them. At the same time, she couldn't help but
imagine Prince Arun standing over her – naked. She mentally shook herself and
focused on what she had to.
    "Are you going to take me to Imreal or
are you here to sully your honor and only torment me?"
    The nameless elf's face darkened, but she
heard the melodious laughter of the prince. In her mind, she could see how his
face brightened, but she did not dare look at him fearing what tricks her mind
would play on her.
    "You amuse me, princess. Truly,"
Arun said. "I expected as much rebellion from you. And as a reward, I have
also released your consort. We will take him with us."
    Embarrassment and self-loathing replaced
everything else she felt as she followed the prince out from her hold. Both she
and Orrin had been taken and not once had she thought about him. The man had
been probably worried for her with a passion and she had not even thought of
him. She remembered how he panicked and showered her with attention with only
little scrapes she received from riding her horse too hard. He was even more
worried about her than her father who laughed and was only glad she was fine.
    The thought made her angry enough that the
prince's assault on her became even more muted than when she stepped out of the
cave. She suspected the place had heightened every sense as she stepped out and
only Arun's strong scent lingered in her senses. It was not as strong, and
evidently more manageable. But it was still there.
    "Alethi!" Orrin tried to rush
forward, but was held back by bounds made