Page 36 of God Touched

"I can see why you asked them all to stay in Annwn," she replied, and he laughed.

"Are you that bored already?"

Imogen smiled up at him. "You know me, I'm not exactly pretty court lady material. Having to play one is exhausting."

Arawan spun her and brought her close. "And have you found anything interesting on your rounds tonight? I have watched your hands all over people, and I'm not impressed."

"I was hunting for information," Imogen replied. He had been watching her that closely?

"I hope you have found something worth keeping my temper all night." Arawan's hand on her lower back flexed, and she leaned closer to him.

"And you think I enjoyed watching Caitrin rub her skinny ass all over you?" Imogen huffed before she could check herself.

"Was my little flower jealous?" he purred in her ear.

"I don't know about jealous…more like murderous," she admitted.

Arawan chuckled softly. "Good. I like you murderous, as well as jealous."

"Don't tease me about it, or I'll teach this whole court the Macarena to torture you with for all eternity," she threatened him.

"And what is that?"

"Only the most infernally irritating dance ever created. You will be cursing my name for the rest of your existence," Imogen replied, unable to keep in her mischievous snicker.

Arawan grinned. "No teasing. I promise. What else have you found out?"

"Pull me closer and act like I'm whispering something dirty in your ear," Imogen said.

"I don't think I can. You might need to give me some inspiration," Arawan replied, twisting her out and pulling her close so her back was to his chest.

Imogen knew it was probably a bad idea, but she loved those more than any other kind. "How about I tell you how hot you look sitting on that big throne. Did you build it big enough for two on purpose?"

Arawan's pupils dilated. "Why? Would you like to get on it with me?"

"Maybe," she said before he spun her back to face him. Arawan enclosed her in his warmth and sexy cologne, and Imogen slipped the stone she found into the small pocket of his waistcoat.

"I found this in Lord Owain's suite," she whispered.

Arawan's grip tightened on her. "And what the fuck were you doing in his suite?"

"Calm down, or people will notice," Imogen warned him. "And if you must know, I broke into his suite after he make a snide remark about you. I don't know what the stone is, but I didn't like the feel of it."

She looked up into his deep black eyes. "I wasn't in there with him or because I'm interested in him. The only person here that I'm interested in touching me is you."

Some of the anger seeped out of Arawan's expression. "Good, because if anyone but me touches you, I will cut their hands off."

"I will cut them before you even know about it," Imogen snorted.

Arawan brushed his lips over the top of her ear. "It's always a competition with you, my violent little flower."

"Stop pretending you don't love that about me," Imogen replied with a grin.

Arawan's eyes slipped over her shoulder, and his smile froze. Owain joined them, oozing charm.

"My lord, would you mind if I stole your lovely liaison? The lady owed me a dance," he said, looking possessively at Imogen.

The air around them charged like right before lightning struck. The hair on the back of Imogen's neck and arms rose. She stepped out of Arawan's embrace, feeling his power building dangerously.

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