“Pleasure me with your mouth, slave.”

The proud man dropped to his wounded knees with a glare of defiance and placed his face between her legs. When his breath drifted over her golden brown pubes, a delightful shudder coursed up her torso, and the moment his tongue lapped her folds, she wanted to melt. Raking her fingers through his soft dark locks of hair, she rode his tongue, enjoying how he laved her slit, bit her clit.

 As an upsurge of bliss welled in her body, she gazed down at the man who nuzzled her crotch. Swirls of orange and red colors streamed over and around his head, caressed her midsection. She sprang back from him with a quiet wince.

“Your audition and inspection are over. You are free to go. Guards!” She turned from him, closing her robe. “I will be in the Com-Room in the morning to assist in your orientation and training.” The door opened and the guards stepped through. “Dak, Tiq, take Cor to the mess hall and make sure he eats, then bed him down with the Muckers in the Du’at stables.”

The Masters hefted Cor from the ground and pulled him from the room. When the door closed behind them, she flopped into a sitting position on the edge of her grand, four poster bed.

Colors. She hadn’t just seen colors, had she? It wasn’t possible. She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. Orange and red ribbons streaked through her memory. She had seen them, the Lifemate indicators, but she wouldn’t let herself believe it. The presence of the mating signs could change everything.