Page 130 of Tamed By Her Touch

Clair frowned.

“How high are we talking?”

“Comparable to Glenvarren. Some even higher,” he said.

Clair’s excitement shifted into stunned silence.

“You’re kidding.”

“I am not,” Kaelus said. “I confess, it surprised me too.”

“But that means…” Clair began.

“That the males of Titus Four are not resistant to the virus at all,” he finished for her.

Clair stared at him.

“So…the virus is actively replicating?”

Kaelus nodded.

“Yes.”

“But they don’t show any aggression towards women,” she said thoughtfully. “Wait, no—that’s not completely true.”

Kaelus frowned.

“What do you mean? Every male here treats his wife like a goddess.”

Clair explained to him what Maera had said about “the Taming” and how older, experienced women took young men to bed to “tame” them and keep them from becoming violent.

“So they ‘tame’ them sexually?” Kaelus rumbled. Suddenly his golden eyes were half-lidded.

“I guess they do.” For some reason Clair felt her cheeks getting hot.

Her mind immediately supplied an image of his mouth on hers…then his mouth on her breasts…then his mouth pressed between her thighs.

“Maybe the cure is passed along to the males in the same way the virus is—it’s sexually transmitted,” Kaelus said.

Clair looked back at the molecular display.

“We need samples to be sure,” she said.

“Of what?”

“Of everything.”

Kaelus raised an eyebrow.

“That’s very scientific of you.”

“Oh, you know what I mean! Saliva. Sweat. Maybe even tears. Anything the body secretes.”

His expression changed slightly.

“And other fluids,” he rumbled.

Clair nibbled her lower lip and glanced at him. Was he thinking of the way he’d licked her juices off her fingers last night? The way he was looking at her, she couldn’t think of anything else.