Yes," Sparr said unhesitatingly. Mille's willowy body would have looked beautiful in any light, but in the tent, with the warm glow of the lamps flickering over her pale skin, Sparr found her intoxicating.
"Mmm." Mille didn't sound convinced, but continued to undress. She kicked off the slippers she had worn into the tent, then unfastened her own wrap.
"Is he still hard?"
"Yes, Mother. I believe he did like Sianna's hands on him, but he likes me, too."
"Is that true, stranger? What do you like about my hunter?"
"Her body," Sparr said. "Sleek and strong, like a gazelle. Swift."
The words pleased both Mille and the matriarch. "How will you take him?" asked the Mother.
"He will please me first." Mille settled herself on the rugs then lay back, spreading her legs. Sparr caught a wet gli
