Lion Head Mesa Cobra

her claws at his throat provoked an immediate response from khusobek.

but he was not ashamed; he tilted his chin to feel the press of them more freely. "she was a queen." the first truth said aloud, in the way of men to those whom join them in their beds, never in life.

his own touch light to her hip, drifting toward a sleek flank.

"fatal. beautiful." a hardness now to his mouth. "cold." he did not think eset could embody those things, but he sought them all the same, pulse sweeping into a bold fire.