When he claimed his victory in the Gladiator's Arena, Ze'ev also claimed the fragile Princess of Zirah as his bride. They managed to work through their most immediate fears and find comfort in each other -- but now they are both ready for more than mere comfort.
Praise for Discovery
"The hero and heroine... play off each other very well and come across as well-thought out characters. I look forward to more."
-- 5 Hearts from Xion, The Romance Studio
"The Discovery is a gorgeous, romantic, erotic, and heartwarming tale... I cannot wait to see where Violet Summers take Nuriel and Ze'ev next!"
-- Shayna, Joyfully Reviewed
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The Queens of Merab 2: The Discovery
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Copyright ©2011 Violet Summers
"Strip for me, Consort," Nuriel commanded. Her husband's eyes widened as desire darkened his rough cheeks.
"I am sweaty, my Princess, and need to bathe."
Nuriel sat back in their comfortable bed. Few candles lit the inside of the royal tent, but the shadows cast against the canvas no longer frightened her. The two week trip to the Feline Lands had been difficult. Terrible rains had slowed their journey, but Nuriel didn't mind; it had given her extra time with Ze'ev.
Time they'd used to explore each other and to learn more about each other. It was a reprieve she needed after such a tumultuous start to her marriage. They deserved this time alone together.
"Are you denying your bride her request?" She didn't even try to keep the laughter from her voice. It had been so long since she'd wanted to tease, and it felt good.
He hung his head for a moment in mock shame. "I would deny you nothing."
"Good! Now strip so I may watch you bathe." His eyes flicked to her hand which she'd started running along the front of her robe. One dark brow lifted, though he kept silent. "Hurry, husband." She toyed with the belt of her robe. "I've been hungry for you all day."
Ze'ev removed the laces on his tunic slowly; the damn man was teasing her!
Well, two could play at that game.
She teased open the belt of her robe, leaving the line of her left side bare to his gaze. "Maybe you need a little provocation to understand how badly I want you naked?"
She let her robe part as his hungry gaze raked over her body. Ze'ev ripped the rest of his shirt off with gratifying haste before removing his breeches. She sipped her wine as he moved over to the corner where a pitcher of clean warm water waited on a small table. He grabbed a cloth, dipping it into the water and swishing it through a jar of soap before scrubbing away the dust and sweat of the day.
Nuriel's body warmed as he moved the cloth across his massive chest. She licked her lips and let her thighs fall open. Ze'ev had given her the courage to enjoy her body, and his. After her kidnapping at the hands of the corrupt Rayne Healer, Storm, she'd thought she would never be able to trust a man enough to be this open with him, this free. Her husband was a miracle wrapped in strength and sinew; he kept the worst of her nightmares at bay. She knew the man would die to keep her safe, and that was just one of the reasons she'd fallen in love with the once convicted criminal.
Her fingers found her clit and she sighed as Ze'ev very, very thoroughly soaped his hardened cock and heavy balls. She circled the taut nub, her eyes never leaving where his hands traveled. His smile was as dangerous as his voice when he growled, "Now who is the one teasing?"
"I can't help myself," she answered, and it was nothing less than the truth. "I see you, and I throb. I ache. I'm so wet and ready for you that I have to touch myself just to ease my longing."
He threw back his head laughing, a deep and hearty sound that resonated in her heart. He took the pitcher from the table and slowly tipped it, allowing the water to pour down his body. Her gaze traced every drop. She licked her lips, imagining how the cool water would taste on his hot flesh...