"Sir, the tea’s ready. Do you need help?" Edna, his servant’s voice called.
"Give us a couple of minutes," Xeon said, helping to massage the conditioner into the thick mass of red hair. He reached past Mathena and turned off the water.
She put her hand on his belly, and he felt the jolt slam right through his muscles and bones. His hand trapped hers—inches from his groin, now full and heavy and pulsing with need. He cleared his throat. "What is it, baby?" He tried to sound normal, but his voice came out gravelly.
"I remember now, I heard her dark voice when we mated, Xeon. I need you to believe me. Yes, I panicked, my throat closed, and I could feel her fingers tightening around my neck, closing off my windpipe, but I know it wasn’t just a panic attack. Maybe she programmed me, I honest
