The Amagarians: Book 1-3 (The Amagarians boxset)

by Stacy Reid

  “Lachlan Ravenswood must never be allowed into Serange.”

  “He has promised to help me, providing the army we need to root Prince Quan from our kingdom.”

  “Another way must be found, Shilah!”

  “You said my mercy and love will be our kingdom’s downfall, do you speak of the feelings growing in my heart for him?”

  There was a tense pause, and Kala said, “I cannot see. Let us leave this place soon, sister. We must find another way.”

  Shilah closed the connection with her sister, hating the sense of helpless rage that filled her. Taking back her throne was not worth the cost of the pain in her sister’s vision. If she returned to Dxyriah with Lachlan and his promised army, her people’s blood would stain the streets and the mountains. Why? How might her love and compassionate nature lead to such an awful outcome?

  Suddenly he was there, the warmth of his body penetrating the chill that wrapped around her earlier. She sensed when he bent his head, felt the brush of his lips against her hair, the warmth of his breath on the nape of her neck. “If I ask you to promise you will never hurt my people, what would be your answer?” she asked hoarsely.

  “Whatever you wish will be done.”

  She did not allow relief to fill her, instead asking, “And if they should hurt me in the fight to reclaim my kingdom? Will your promise stand?”

  He needn’t answer for a wave of violence and retribution flowered through her along their link. She closed her eyes and spun to face him. “You cannot return with me to Serange.”

  He caught her chin between his thumb and finger in a firm grip. “Why?”

  Her gaze jumped to his. “My sister is a foreseer, and she has visions of you killing hundreds in my kingdom. And her visions have always come to fruition. Those are my people. I love them, and I must protect them even at the cost of my own desires.”

  His eyes watched her, but he made no reply.

  “I cannot vow to stay and accept your claim. Do not demand it of me.”

  A low growl rumbled warningly through the night, and she tipped and pressed her finger against his lips. “I want you…more than how I desire my next breath. I crave you with an intensity that petrifies me. I want to feel pleasure, I want to feel alive as how only your touch has ever done in all my two hundred and six years alive. I want to bask in something other than the doubts and fear I feel for my people and the path I am on. I want to feel. I want to burn. And I want you to give it to me, Lachlan Ravenswood for another has never awakened this hunger I feel.”

  The tension swirled and thickened around them.

  Shilah brushed her mind against their telepathic thread. She found a hunger so deep, so wild, so urgent, it scared her, even as it called to somewhere deep inside. She couldn’t rely on him to help her take back her throne. Somehow, she had to do this herself. Queen of darkness you shall become. If she submitted to his claim Shilah sensed with her entire being she would be changed. But she could make love with him without handing over her soul, and the destruction of her kingdom, couldn’t she? She closed her eyes, blotting out the utterly foolish thought. This man would not take in part and be satisfied. He was a conqueror, and he would demand her irrevocable surrender—to the man, the monster, and everything he represented.

  “I will give you one night,” she said softly. “To hold me, to love me, and then I must leave. If you swear to let me go after….”

  A burst of lust swept from him and covered her. He smoothed the pad of his thumb along the curve of her lower lip, ensuring his claws did not split her lips. He was going to kiss her, she could feel it, and how desperately she wanted his lips against her. Logic didn’t seem to have a place in her heart at the moment. “Say something, Lachlan Ravenswood.”

  His head dipped, and he pressed his mouth against hers. And she wanted to weep at how gentle he was. They stilled, and her lips trembled against his. A very strange but sweet twisting ache stirred in her belly, and her heart quickened.

  He traced the curves of her breasts, sliding down to explore her tiny waist before moving down to the swell of her hips. “I like touching you, Shilah.”

  The sting of his claws had her flinching. He withdrew his hand, a frown slashing his brows as he stared at the wicked claws jutting from his fingers. Shilah felt his fierce concentration along their link. Power surged, and right before her eyes, his claws retracted.

  She pressed her hands to his chest, moving even closer to him. “I like touching you too.” Their mental connection leaped, burned to life in a pulse of silver-blue aura. Though her eyes remained closed, her lips pressed to his, their bodies unmoving, and she could see the image of them standing by the lake, a strange aura surrounding them clear in her mind. The silver-blue glow around them, expanded, and the nearby flowers which had been covered in darkness now burst into bright colors.

  Her fingers slid over his face, the angles, and planes, memorizing his features. If only she could have him for a brief while.

  Queen of darkness you shall become.

  Pushing aside that forbidding prophecy, she leaned deeper into his kiss, parting her lips to his slow licks and nibbling.

  “My mate.” This brush against her mind felt deeper, more intimate, and she opened her physic eye peeking at the thread through which they connected. An arrow of shock darted through her as a smoldering burn seared her belly and flared through her core with a dark heat that threatened to consume her. She ached. She got wet. And he inhaled.

  “I want your pussy on my tongue mate. Let me lap you up.”

  A rip vibrated on the air as he rent the top of her sari from her body. Hot lips trailed along her jaws, her neck, and along her exposed breasts. With a blink of the shadows, she was on her back, lying on the grass, his powerful body coming down over hers. The hungriest of eyes devoured her naked breast.

  A gentle breeze washed over the hill, and Shilah smelled the rain, inhaled the scent of it, then felt the cold drops on her skin. A groan of thunder rumbled, the ominous sound a portent for her possible future. She slid her legs up his pants, loving the feel of his muscles, and over to his hips to lock them behind his back. To keep her ankles locked behind his back, her hips arched sharply upwards, flushing her wet, pulsing core directly against the hardened ridge of his cock.

  He groaned. She sighed. And they kissed.

  She looped her hands around his neck and held on. Shilah became lost entirely in the taste, the scent, and the feel of him. His skin stretched, the tattoo slid sinuously along his body and hers, and she did not flinch from it but coasted the tip of her finger over his back and up to his shoulders. Ropes of muscle rippled and twisted beneath her gentle glide, and she felt the dark predator in him rise, incinerating the leash that caged the storm in her arms.

  Water dripped from his body onto hers and trailed between the valley of her breasts and down her belly to the junction between her legs. Shilah parted her lips, letting the drops wet her mouth, hoping it would cool the burning hunger erupting inside.

  “I could consume you,” he breathed against her lips.

  Their kiss changed as his mouth slanted over hers with sensual, domineering mastery. He rolled with her, never breaking the fusion of their hungry kiss until she was seated on top of him. Cold brushed against her skin as he ripped the bottom part of her sari away, and strong hands palmed her ass and squeezed.

  He pushed a hand between the tight fit of their bodies, trailing his fingers down to touch her wet center. He slid a finger inside her, a slow penetration that arrowed a thousand darts of fire to burn her from the inside.

  The sky cracked, and icy rain lashed at her skin, but Shilah was too drunk on pleasure and the promise of more to come to care. Around them, the forest had become another world. The sound of the rain was a soft rhythm, the soft lash of it against her skin a pleasure of its own. He slid her up his torso, broke their kiss, and with another swirl of the darkness he was once again on top, and she was pressed into the earthy scent of wet grass, her legs split wide
as he settled between her splayed thighs.

  Shilah shook with fear and pleasure as he captured her nipples and pulled firmly. The sting of lust was deep, and so were the bites of pain as fangs scraped and pierced her nipple. He lifted his head at her cry and Shilah trembled at the lust that darkened his eyes and wafted from his chakra.

  Arousal shivered through her as he ripped away the silk garment that protected her core. His knuckles brushed against her outer lips of her wet sex, and Shilah swallowed back the moan at the surge of desire his action caused.

  “I want you so much I burn, but I do not want to hurt you. I am so much bigger than you are, so much more brutal.”

  His voice whispered in her mind. Caressing her insides, calming her fear, and allowing her to control the mass of energy churning through her veins. “I only fear you will stop touching me.”

  Another swirl of shadows and she was in a room. The fireplace burned brightly, and the room felt warm and inviting. It was a bedchamber, and right in the middle sat a large, canopied bed with green layers of heavy curtains around it.

  Smooth silk glided against her skin as her back pressed into the bed, and he was naked. His speed was incredible. “I love how you move with me.”

  She braced on her elbows, crawling backway to the center of the bed, never removing her gaze from the man standing at the foot of the bed. Shilah was bemused by his sheer sensual beauty. Her gaze traveled up his body, admiring the ripples of muscle over his stomach, the power of his thighs. Her eyes centered on the thick erection straining from between his thighs, hanging low. Her lungs refused to draw air. He was thick and significantly larger than the one consort she’d had.

  “Draw your knees up.” The words were a soft, gentle whisper in her mind.

  She glanced up at his face. He was beautiful and so gracefully savage.

  “Open them wide…I want to see the pink folds of your pussy.”

  The voice was a throb of carnal intent, and Shilah whimpered, her body reacting with a tidal wave of pure fire. Yet she could not move, her limbs too weak with lust to obey. Suddenly he was on the bed, crouching on his knees before her. He looked so powerful and predatory, reminding her just how fragile and softer she was to him. His hands spread her thighs. He didn’t speak, simply positioned her with his hands. She felt her sex bloom like a flower under his stare.

  “A beautiful pussy,” he said, his voice a deep, rich growl. A slow smile softened the hard edge to his mouth. “I will be fucking you all night, my mate.”

  It was a promise, a warning, and her body reacted to him, going soft and pliant, her sex wetter. She was so lost in him already. Shilah moistened her lips, wanting to answer, but no sound would come out. She took a breath and breathed him into her lungs—dark and earthy, like a storm itself.

  He brushed a kiss over her mouth again. Her lips trembled in response. He savored her taste, her moans, then he consumed and ravished, taking her lips with shocking carnality. He seemed to feed at her mouth, kissing her again and again. Desire crawled through her body, and between her legs, she could feel the hot dampness spreading. Claws bursts from his fingers as flicked them over her nipples eliciting a sensation that she was not sure if it created pleasure or pain.

  His mouth trailed fire across her stomach to the silken triangle at the junction of her legs. Tiny bites, the scrape of his canines dragged along her inner thighs before his tongue stroked over her wet, aching pussy. Her hoarse scream strangled in her throat. The roughness of his tongue created the most delicious friction, causing shards of pleasure so sharp it was nearly painful. He licked her drenched sex, forcing a piercing pleasure through her swollen clit every time he caught it with his tongue in a rough glide.

  Her clit swelled with aching hunger…and right there, he licked it, sucked it into his mouth and destroyed her.

  “Lachlan,” Shilah screamed, her hips arching off the bed, fisting her fingers in his hair as sensations tore through her body.

  His claws retracted once more, and he slipped a finger inside her, then another finger joined the first then, burning her with bliss as his mouth suckled her clit, his tongue flicking, pressing, ravishing her. A ragged moan burst from her when he added a third finger, working into her, stretching her, and she shuddered under the shockwaves of pleasure.

  The next moment she was lifted against the muscles of his stomach, braced wide with one leg on each side of his muscular hips. He reached between them, fisted his cock, and pressed it against her sex, and pushed. Her breath gasped from her at the burning sensation. Her abundant slickness barely eased his way, but he’d only slid quarter way inside of her before the tightness of her body stopped him. He was too wide for her. Lachlan gripped her ass with both hands, and she clasped onto his bulging arms, as he arched her up more, splaying her legs even wider. His powerful grip stung the soft flesh of her bottom, and she trembled.

  She cupped his cheek, brushing a tender kiss over his lips. The beautiful colors of his eyes had darkened, the savage cheekbones flushed with aroused sensuality. He held her gaze as he pushed his cock inside her, the thick ridges rubbing along her sensitive core. Shilah found it increasingly hard to focus on anything but the stretching tightness between her thighs. Ecstasy mixed with the pain of the full, relentless penetration.

  A sob caught in her throat. “Lachlan.”

  He snarled, his own instincts clearly fighting to take over and ram into her. With a growl, Lachlan dug his fingertips deep into her ass and shoved, sinkingdeep inside her sex. Shilah screamed, clinging to his shoulders, gasping through the shock of the pleasure-pain. The pressure felt unbearable, the muscles of her pussy fluttering and clenching over the piercing thickness, struggling to adjust to his cock.

  Black charka exploded from his skin, caressing over her body in a sensuous caress and down to her clit where it stroked over it like fingers. Sweet, mind-shattering ecstasy rushed through her, making her wetter and her muscles relaxing over Lachlan’s girth. The chakra coiled around her, gently caressing her skin, kneading her breasts, and stimulating her nipples.

  He leaned slightly back and looked at where they joined. She blushed furiously as he rimmed her entrance where she stretched around him so tightly. Pleasure streaked through her as nerve endings came alive from the scrape of his claws. She swallowed as he ran his fingers to her clitoris and pressed, creating a firestorm of lust to bolt through her. “Ughhhh!”

  He pulled from her with excruciating slowness, the drag of the ridges of his cock in her tender sex, filled her with bliss, then he thrust to the hilt once more inside her. A wild cry tore from her throat at being filled so deliciously. His cock fucked inside her with a rhythm that had her gasping at the savagery of the biting pleasure.

  With one hand curved around her back, the other holding her buttocks, he slammed her down onto his cock, over and over with bruising strength, his chakra back at her core working her clitoris, squeezing then caressing the sensitive nub filling her with sheer bliss. She fisted his hair in her hands and dragged his mouth against hers. Their tongues dueled in a provocative kiss and with every thrust into her wet, smacking sex, his control melted away.

  The monster in him rose, their thread exploded in a bright silvery light with the hovering darkness consuming it more and more. The two merged, creating a dark silver aura, that burned with lust and bloodthirst. The protest that swelled against her lips only came in wild cries of bliss. Fear sneaked into her heart as with every lunge, swiveled of his lips, he shattered her barriers, breaking her control. Shilah whimpered as the heat became hotter and more destructive. White-hot pleasure snapped through her body, and Shilah screamed in release. Her body convulsed, and he gave her no respite, riding her through the waves of brutal pleasure.

  She became wild, unstoppable in her passions. Her hips rose, her nails raked his sweat-slicked back, her teeth sank into his shoulders drawing blood as he thrust deeper and the pleasure became hotter. The need for another release was growing, tightening, burning inside her until she felt as
though flames were consuming her alive. Shilah did not surrender. He wrenched it from her, and despair filled her because she felt as if he owned her. He owned each cry, each scream that petered out to gasping pleas and moans as his intensity grew.

  His head lowered to the vulnerable crook of her neck, and he licked with erotic hunger the sensitive flesh over her frantically beating pulse, and struck, his fangs sliding deep.

  Fire and ice. Pain and pleasure.

  A growl of triumph and ecstasy burned along their link as he consumed her essence. Their minds merged, the thread connecting them wrapped around them like a heated dark silver chain, his pleasure became hers, and she sobbed with the sheer power of it. The walls of the room shook, the ground undulated.

  His thrusts into her body were hard, penetrating, and deep as he took her with brutal carnality. Perspiration layered her flesh as the pleasure expanded inside her, a noise escaped her throat, a high keening sound of bliss. She was dimly aware of the hoarse cry forcing its way out her throat as she finally shuddered in orgasm. His roar reverberated in the room as a hot splash of seed released inside her.

  She wilted onto his chest, relaxing into the haven of his embrace, her body still shivering through the aftermath of such untamed loving. They stayed like that, he kneeled onto the bed, their flesh still connected, her legs wrapped around his hips, her torso resting intimately against his.

  Shadows coated her senses, and then she was in some sort of cavern. The cave was lit with several great torches, sending a soft glow dancing over the ceiling. Water gushed from a rock, steam rising from around the basin it pooled in. He flowed with her into the water, taking her over to the fall, then he withdrew from her body. She moaned in protest, her body aching. Then a sigh of pleasure as the heat of the water soothed the soreness of her muscles.

  They remained silent, and she smiled when a shadow darted over the surface of the water, to lift a flagon and fill a chalice which he carried to her. She took the goblet and sipped, the zesty wine bursting with rich flavor and sweetness on her tongue.