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Mystic Keepers (Collection)
Aubrey Ross
All rights reserved.
Copyright © September, 2007 by Aubrey Ross
An Authorized Excerpt
This page contains a sexually explicit scene and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults only.
Dimension 290-2
Kayrin’s nipples gathered into jewel-hard knots as Larot lavished them with attention. She arched her back, raking her fingers through his red-streaked hair. His iede-laced breath sent fiery darts from her breast to her clit, making her throb. This was Flame Keeper magic. Not that she needed the additional stimulation to respond to him. Her being cried out for his touch, longed for the completeness she only felt while his body surged inside hers.
“Oh my love, I never tire of tasting you.” He whispered the words against one breast, his hand firmly squeezed the other.
Long and lean, his body arched over hers, cradled between her thighs. Should she tell him now or wait until they finished? He descended, trailing warm, wet kisses along her torso. Definitely after! He would be afraid of harming her once he knew, and she craved his uninhibited passion.
Each touch, each caress fueled the love burning in her heart, made her ache for the future others would deny them. How could fate be so cruel? Why were people so regimented? It shouldn’t matter that Larot was socially insignificant. She loved him desperately.
He eased her legs up and back, gently parting her folds. The care, the reverence, with which he touched her never failed to stir her emotions. Knowing the aggressive desire driving him made his restraint even sweeter. His tongue circled her clit, dragging a moan from her throat. Heat expanded through her pussy making her core pulse with desire.
Fear pushed through her passion. How would he react to her news? Would it drive him away? What would they do?
“Fill me, my love. I need you inside me.” He ignored her plaintive words and continued to worship her with his mouth. “Please!”
She had never felt the forces pulling them apart so keenly. The entire dimension had aligned to oppose their union. But she wanted Larot!
He flipped her onto her stomach and pulled up on her hips. She gasped, excited by his urgency. Dragging her arms to the small of her back, he crossed them and thrust into her heat with one forceful drive. Her cunt stretched, welcoming his thick cock. Her body responded with rhythmic pulsations, thrilled by his possessiveness. She needed this wildness, needed to know the desperation fueling his desire. His shaft filled the emptiness threatening to consume her. The pillows muffled her rapturous cries.
Pushing deep, he released her arms and cupped her breasts, working her nipples simultaneously. She rested on her forearms, pushing her hips back against him, unwilling to lose the blissful fullness of his cock.
“I love you,” he whispered above her ear as one of his hands insinuated itself between her thighs. “Make room for me, rijnna mi. I want to feel your pleasure before I find my own.”
She scooted her knees apart, opening herself, giving him room to play. Heat seared her delicate folds. Flame iede! He’d coated his fingers with the mystic substance, accelerating her arousal to the point of pain.
“Move!” she cried out. “I can’t bear it.”
“Yes, you can.” He circled her clit with his fingertips. “Accept the heat, absorb it, embrace it.”
An unexpected rush of cold counteracted the effects of his Flame iede. He gasped and shuddered against her back. “Did you do that on purpose?”
“No. You felt it too?”
“Gods, yes! Your pussy is ice-cold.”
“I’m sorry.”
He laughed. “Don’t be. It feels incredible.”
Intensifying the power of his Flame iede, he rubbed her clit more vigorously. He pulled nearly out, then slammed back in. She braced against the bed, welcoming the driving penetration of his body. Arching and clenching her inner muscles, she surrendered completely to the sensory storm pounding them.
It had never been this intense before. Never quite so -- savage!
Her back bowed and she buried her face against the bed, muffling her scream as an orgasm tore through her body. He tried valiantly to choke back his passionate cry, but it echoed off the ceiling high above.
Panting harshly, he rolled them to their sides, still buried within her body. “Something is different, my love. What’s going on?”
Her breath hitched in her throat. Was it possible? Could he sense the depth of their bonding? Reluctantly separating their bodies, she turned to face him, staring deeply into his eyes. “We’re going to have a child.”
He stilled, his eyes wide and luminous. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
She hadn’t known what to expect, but his laughter startled her. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled, bringing her on top of him. “That’s wonderful! Are you not pleased?”
“Of course I’m pleased, but…” She straddled his hips, and tried to match his enthusiasm. “What will we do? Where will we go?”
He sat as well, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Why do we need to go anywhere? Don’t you see? Keepers can only conceive when they’re truly bonded. Your parents will have no choice but to accept our union now.”
“There is the slimmest possibility I could have been persuaded to accept you, Larot, but the Flame Master had other plans for our daughter.” Sierra, Matriarch Flame, stood just inside the chamber door.
Larot gasped and tried to reach the covers at the foot of the bed.
Having sensed her mother’s presence just before she spoke, Kayrin wasn’t surprised. Her long hair covered her nudity for the most part, so she pressed herself against Larot’s chest, and met her mother’s angry gaze.
“What Father would or would not have accepted is no longer important. You rule the Order of Flame and I am with child.”
“Get dressed! We must make plans.” Sierra left the bedchamber as silently as she had entered.
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