Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 137871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 689(@200wpm)___ 551(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 689(@200wpm)___ 551(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
She shuddered through a delicate release. Once the tremors subsided, she guided him from the floor and directed him to the chaise, loosening his belt so she could fist his length. Her slender fingers closed around him, firmly stroking, and he sucked in a deep breath, holding his arms at his side.
“The lethal wound should have killed the son, but the gods took pity on the boy as he lay bleeding on the forest floor, fur matted and whimpering in pain. Desperately, he howled at the heavens for mercy. Unlike the father, the gods saw goodness in his eyes and cause for redemption in his heart.”
Straddling his hips, she lifted and slowly teased his engorged length against her sex. When he reached for her, she caught his wrist in an unbreakable grip, a stern warning flashing in her eyes. He sank back into the chaise, surrendering his control and balling his fists at his side so she might use his body as she pleased.
The Luna belonged to all of them, but their touch must be invited. They must never assume what was in her heart.
“The gods sent a kind raven with a gift,” she said, releasing his muscled arms.
Darius sucked in a sharp breath as she took his length inside of her to the hilt. Slick heat dragged along his shaft, squeezing him like a glove as the tension in his back loosened.
Lumira rode him at a leisurely canter, her hypnotic beauty mesmerizing. No matter how often he saw her this way, her devotion to her personal pleasure always left him in awe. She was a stunning creature, unapologetically confident and graceful in every move.
“When the raven found the boy, it gave him the crimson leaf spelled with the highest powers. The magical leaf could save him, but if he wanted to use the spelled leaf, he first needed to kill his father and undo the gods’ mistake.”
Her lashes lowered as she moaned, her long fingers trailing over her breasts. Folds of silk shifted in an entrancing tease as his gaze fixed on her chest. The peaks of her usually pale, peach nipple flashed engorged and dark, like the inner petals of a rose.
“The son wanted to survive and, therefore, promised whatever the raven asked of him.”
Her self-exploring touch trailed to the long column of her throat. Darius’s vision narrowed on her breasts as his lashes lowered. He ached to hold her hips but would not violate her command unless invited to touch her body.
“The boy was young and naive and didn’t fully understand the laws of nature. The red leaf was made of blood magic, the darkest, most powerful black sorcery drawn from the dead and dying. Blood magick is sewn by the hands of mages and comes at an inescapable cost—only death can pay for life.”
She leaned forward, riding him faster. Her claws extended, slashing through his leather shirt as she gasped in pleasure. Her pale blonde hair formed a curtain that blocked the glow of firelight, and their breath mingled. His fists remained locked at his sides despite the agonizing temptation to steal control from her.
“There was great pain,” she said, exposing his chest and pressing the sharp point of her claw over his heart. “The bird used its beak to pack the wound with the magick red leaf, but the boy screamed and shivered, a great fever taking hold of his senses. When the wound was sealed with a mixture of wine and mud, his bones started to pop and break. Fur became flesh once more, and the son’s body was transformed back into that of a man.”
Darius understood the son’s consequences all too well. The raven’s spell had lasted generations, carried through their lineage, and gifted them with great power and an even greater responsibility.
She ripped the opening of his shirt wider, exposing the smooth flesh of his hard chest and digging her claw into the muscle, exactly where the raven had scored the boy. Darius grunted and gritted his teeth but permitted the pain as she dragged her claw over his flesh, firm enough to raise the skin and leave a mark.
“We are of the magick, Darius. We are the chosen. But we are not the gods. We live and breathe because of their mercy, eternally indebted to them for our lives.” She shouldered out of her gowns. Firelight illuminated the lily-white flesh of her full breasts. “There remains a price for our salvation that must be paid, or we risk angering the gods.”
Her head tipped back, her elongated neck flexing as she bared her fangs. Silver hair shifted behind her shoulders as her human ears transformed into points, softening at the tips with snowy white fur.
Lips parted, she gazed down at him, her tiny fangs poking past the fullness of her lush mouth. “What is the price, Darius?”