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“My fierce little warrior.” He mouth devoured mine.
My stomach growled loudly, and I broke the kiss. “Sorry.”
Grinning, Voss shifted me in his arms and pointed with his chin. “Your meal awaits you.”
I stared in amazement at the table. A vase of copper-colored flowers graced the snowy white cloth. The heated plate held a Spanish omelet, toast, and hash browns. “Aw, you brought me my favorite breakfast.”
“I take care of what belongs to me,” Voss responded, carrying me over to the table.
“How utterly romantic,” I muttered as he sat me on the chair.
“What did you expect, sugar tits? I’m a warlord.”
I gaped at him in astonishment. “Sugar tits?”
“Sugar tits is a proper Earth endearment, is it not?”
Holy hell, he was teasing me. I nodded solemnly. “If I was a hooker.”
“As snookums is a proper endearment for a small yappy dog, not a warlord.”
“Point made,” I said with a laugh. “Okay, how about honey buns?”
Voss gave me an affronted look. “I think not.”
“What do you want me to call you?”
All arrogant Battle Commander, he answered, “Voss or sir will do.”
“Uh-huh.” I hastily shoveled a forkful of eggs into my mouth before I could say something I would regret. I reached for my glass of juice and shot a glance at him.
Voss stared hungrily at my breasts.
Swallowing hard, I cleared my throat and squeaked, “You look like you want to eat me.”
“I do. Every inch of you.”
Heat pooled in my belly. “Oh.”
An implacable harshness settled over his features. “But duty calls.”
“Exactly.” Voss pointed to a silky black tunic, leggings, and boots lying on the bed. “Once you have eaten, put those on and come to the meeting chamber.”
Great. He was back to being the bossy prick. “Why?”
“Because I command it.” His voice was a purr of menace.
Yeah, like that was going to work. Stuffing more egg in my mouth, I chewed slowly, trying to ignore the merciless predator standing a foot away.
His breath hissed out. “Akeem wants to meet my mate, and he has very traditional views on females.”
“In other words, he’s a male chauvinist pig who thinks females are only good for sex, blood, and making babies.”
A growl rumbled in his chest. “You will treat him with respect.”
I searched Voss’s memories. Akeem headed the Togan clan and was one of Zarek’s most trusted advisors. “Gotcha. Dumb as a rock and mute as well.”
“I expect you to behave as a proper mate would,” the big guy snapped in exasperation.
Oh dear God, he did not just say that. I assumed my timid-mouse demeanor and answered meekly, “As my lord commands.”
I let out a terrified sob and cried, “Yes, my lord?”
He pinched the bridge of his nose as if he suddenly had a headache. “Eat your breakfast and please join me in the meeting chamber.”
Oh my God, he had used the P word! “I’ll do you proud, my love.”
A smile touched his hard mouth. “That endearment I can live with.” He kissed my forehead, and poof! He was gone.
Getting the big guy to treat me as an equal was going to be an uphill battle. One I wasn’t sure I’d win.