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sparks of pleasure up through her body.
Close, so close.
Images flared, echoes and memories. With a cry of helpless frustration, she felt the
tension bleed from her body again. She turned her head to the side and clenched her
teeth. It was no use. She was broken, damaged, useless&
Pushing to his knees, he allowed one of her legs to slide back down his arm. He
pulled her up and spread her wide, angling her pelvis for a more intimate invasion. His
fingers drew out of her passage and he drilled into her with his tongue. The movement
was so demanding, so possessive, she whimpered. She could see his face again, and his
expression was every bit as savage as his actions.
Look at me. His lips moved against her sex as he made the demand.
Their gazes locked and he fucked her with his tongue. Her inner muscles contracted
and her clit throbbed. Yes! The tingling pressure began to build again. In and out, in and
out his tongue disappeared into her body then emerged coated with cream.
Suspended from him and controlled by him, she was left with no option but
surrender. Anxiety crept in around her and he caught her clit between his lips, sucking
on the sensitive bud until a red haze floated before her eyes.
He released her wrists and moved both his hands to her hips. Holding her steady,
he began a rhythmic combination. He pushed into her cunt with his tongue then flicked
across her clit. Flick, thrust, flick, thrust, over and over.
She tossed her head, lost in the sensual onslaught. He drove her beyond thought,
beyond worry, beyond fear. She screamed and panted then screamed again.
Sensations blasted up through her then tumbled down, releasing a reservoir of
suppressed emotion. Tears trailed from the corner of her eyes while her body shook.
Hard convulsive bursts gave way to undulating swells. His mouth gentled, caressing
her with slow, tender strokes. He released her leg and lowered her hips to the bed,
kissing his way up her body.
The sexual haze receded and Matt came back into focus. He stretched out on his
side and slipped one arm beneath her neck. His other hand brushed along her hairline,
wiping away the last of her tears. Desire smoldered in his eyes, yet his touch was
soothing, his smile patient and pleased.
Are you all right?
It was a foolish question. He had to know she d just had the most amazing orgasm
of her life. She felt alive and happy and& ravenous for more. She wanted to experience
all of the pleasures she d watched others enjoy. She wanted to wrap her legs around his
lean hips and feel that massive cock filling her until she screamed with pleasure. I ve
never been better. She rolled onto her side and pressed her body against his. Rocking
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her hips against his, she confirmed her suspicion that he was still hard. When do I get
to return the favor?
* * * * *
A sharp rapping drew Drey Fon s attention to the door of his secret cottage. He
carefully draped a cloth over the ancient scroll before stepping away from his
worktable. Had hunters stumbled upon his hideout, and if so, were they Wikoli or
Perrlain? He d put out the fire shortly after Ratauni transformed. Lamplight or
lingering smoke must have alerted someone to his presence.
He crept toward the door, whishing he could see through the barrier. What do you
want? he called out.
I believe I recovered something that belongs to you.
The male voice was familiar, yet he couldn t identify the speaker. Just leave it by
the door.
I m not sure it would stay.
He closed his eyes for a moment, lifting his lids as he pulled the door open just
wide enough to see into the darkness. His eyes adjusted, yet the hooded figure
remained in shadow. The visitor raised his arms and Drey Fon s heart lurched within
his chest. Draped across the stranger s hands lay a large hawk, the neck lolling at an
unnatural angle.
What have you done? he cried, taking the bird from the stranger s outstretched
hands.
I found her like that. Was I wrong to bring her to you?
Drey Fon rushed into the cottage and the stranger followed him, barring the door
once they were inside. Lower your hood. Drey Fon knelt beside the fire pit and
carefully arranged the bird on the hard-packed dirt. What makes you think this bird
belongs to me?
The stranger raised his hands and lowered the wide hood to his shoulders. Drey
Fon fought to maintain an expressionless mask while dread and anticipation twisted
within him. What was Kapali doing here?
I recognized your scent on Serena the night of her ascension. I know you re the
renegade.
Why tell me? If you re so certain, why didn t you expose me to your elders or at
least alert the others in your Order? Drey Fon reignited the flames with a mental
command.
What makes you think I haven t? Members of my Order could be surrounding this
cottage even now.
I would sense such an intrusion. The Perrlain are not the only ones capable of
casting protection spells.
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You didn t sense me. Kapali crossed the cottage, his steps stiff and hesitant
despite his brave words.
If I sensed no impending peril, you are no danger to me. Why are you here?
Your illusions are flawless, but they are only illusions. That creature is not of this
world. How did she come to be here? How far have your powers progressed?
Drey Fon recognized the hunger in Kapali s expression. This was far more than
casual curiosity. Kapali was restless and discontent. Still, he was the Perrlain high
priest. Shame and obligation could be powerful motivators. It would be foolish to reveal
too much too soon.
Thank you for returning my pet. You may go now.
Kapali grasped his upper arm, bending down as he snapped, She is no pet and her
life force is nearly gone. Can you save her or not?
Jerking his arm free of Kapali s grasp, Drey Fon extended his hands. I sense no life
force left in her. Can you still sense her being?
Move aside.
When he didn t immediately comply, Kapali shoved him out of the way.
Fascinated, Drey Fon watched the high priest. Demonic energy still pulsed through the
hawk. Ratauni was in no danger. All Drey Fon had to do was saturate her with Wikoli
energy and she d return to her humanoid form. Could Kapali transform her? Would she
respond to Perrlain energy when a Wikoli had summoned her?
Kapali chanted softly, his hands hovering over the bird. I can sense her being. He
gasped. She is ravenous. Transform her.
Drey Fon pushed to his feet and snatched some firmine salve off a nearby shelf.
Encased in a length of malignari intestine, the oily paste was most commonly used to
protect wounds from infection. It also made a fabulous lubricant. She responds best to
sexual energy. I suggest you feed her.
But how& Kapali made a helpless gesture toward the bird.
You ll think of something.
With defiance blazing in his eyes, Kapali unfastened his robe and spread his thighs.
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