by Lacey Thorn
Alexi breathed deeply, taking her musky scent into his very soul before swiping his tongue through her juices and latching his lips around her clit. Farrah moaned beneath him, her hands tight in his hair as she spread her thighs wider, offering him all that she was. Alexi devoured her, using both tongue and fingers to thrust in and out of her tight sheath, drinking every drop of release she gifted him with and still wanting more. He couldn’t get enough of her. Her taste intoxicated him until he felt drowned in her, consumed by her.
He surged to his knees between her thighs and Farrah eagerly grabbed his thick cock in her hands and placed him at her dripping opening, eager for his possession. Alexi thrust violently inside her, slamming his cock as far as it would go, reveling in the tight, wet heat that encased him. He plunged harder, faster, deeper, riding her as if his very life depended on it.
Farrah cried his name, urging him, encouraging him, loving him. Each powerful stroke of his hips dragged his engorged cock along the screaming nerves of her sheath, pushing her higher toward an orgasm that threatened her with its very intensity. She felt him tighten above her and heard his cry echo through the room as he pushed into her until they were as one. His seed filled her in hot quick bursts and her own orgasm slammed into her, through her, taking him along for the ride as she clasped around his cock with the muscles of her sex and drained him of every drop of cum.
She did not know that she was crying until Alexi bent his face to hers and licked the drops that ran from her eyes. “Do not cry, little Guardian,” he smiled and continued dropping kisses along her cheeks and jaw, tasting her tears on his lips and tongue. “I will be back soon.”
“I love you, Alexi.” Farrah wrapped him in her embrace, wanting to never let him go. “Know that I love you.”
“Always,” Alexi murmured. “I will hold those words to my heart always.”
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Just across the village in the Savari home Erika and Arik were enjoying the same embrace. His curved cock pleasured her with every thrust as he brought her to one plane of pleasure after another. When he filled her with his own release it pulsed through her womb in hot waves that seemed never-ending.
“I don’t want you to go,” Erika told her mate.
“As you have a duty as a Guardian, so I have a duty as a warrior,” Arik told her, rolling to his back so that she rested on his chest. “Do not make this any harder for me than I would for you. I will return soon. Galen will remain while I am gone.”
“I will miss you with every breath,” Erika swore to him.
“And I will think of you and Galrik and Malia with every one that I take,” Arik assured her. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, Arik,” Erika whispered, tears falling from her eyes and soaking into his chest. He held her tighter, wrapping her in his embrace, knowing that soon he would have to leave her.
Epilogue
Willow slipped through the trees, drawing closer and closer to the soothing waters that burst over the island shore in waves. The drums of war seemed never-ending lately, a constant echo in the air. Willow finally reached her watching place and settled in to keep her own vigil against the invaders that overran their shores. It wasn’t long ‘til she felt the presence of boats in the waters just offshore. Willow smiled, eager for what she knew she could do, what she must do, for her people.
She stepped from the trees, her long black hair falling to her waist in waves, the sides gathered back in a yellow ribbon that declared her claimable. Her green eyes flashed as she threw her hands over her head and called to the waters in the tongue of her mother’s people, in the tongue of the Goddess of Altair.
“I call to the goddess, hear my plea. Let the waters flow through me. Fill me with thy icy cold, embrace me with a warmth untold. Of salt or fresh, from earth or air, where water flows, I am there. The goddess’s blessing on my call.” Willow threw her hands from her body and the waves broke from shore, surging back out from where they had come, carrying the boats of others far from shore. “A watery grave for one and all.”
She turned to leave when her task was complete and was startled to see both Drago and Ulrik Mederra standing behind her, watching.
“A Guardian, as we suspected.” Drago nodded to his brother Ulrik.
“We have waited patiently for you, Willow,” Ulrik told her. “You can no longer hide from us. We have already received permission to claim you and take you home with us.”
“I cannot leave!” Willow shouted, angry to be trapped by these two large warriors. Willow was tall at five foot eight but the Mederras were giants at six foot ten inches of brawny muscle. They both had long dark brown hair and soft green eyes the same shade as hers. “The waters call to me and I must stay and listen.”
“No,” Drago stated, shaking his head and stepping up to her. He quickly wrapped her in his arms, turning her so that her back rested against his chest, her wrists locked in his grasp, her arms crossed beneath his. “Now is the time to listen to your mates and go with us.”
“I have no mates,” Willow stated, hating that she could not use her powers against them, had never been able to as she did the other warriors who bothered her.
Ulrik kneeled at her feet and removed a cylindrical weapon from his belt. “You do now,” he told her as he placed it onto the flesh of her right lower abdomen and branded the symbol of the Mederra, a white tiger, on her. “Now you are Willow Mederra.”
“Please,” she begged, “don’t do this to me.”
“You have left us no choice,” Drago told her, refusing to feel remorse for his and Ulrik’s following her and claiming her in the darkness of night. They should have headed home to their mother Erin and their fathers long ago but had stayed to wait for Willow to reach the age of claiming instead. Their baby sister Erika was mated to the Savaris now and had two children of her own who they had yet even to see. That would all change now that they had finally claimed the woman who they had both fallen hard for.
Willow was everything that a warrior could crave in a mate. She was strong and beautiful on the inside and the outside. They had sensed right away that there was something different about her and had not been surprised when they had followed her one night and seen her command the water with words and gestures. She spoke the tongue of their mother and something about her called to their souls, demanding that they claim her and take her to their home.
“Come, Willow.” Drago tugged her hand and started back through the woods, toward the tiny encampment that lay hidden just inside. “Tonight we claim you as mate.” He looked her in the eye so that she would not misunderstand that they meant to bed her. “Tomorrow we leave at daybreak.”
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The old woman looked down on Altair, following closely the actions of the Guardians. Willow was impetuous and headstrong and the Mystic was wise to call this Guardian next. The Guardian of Water would learn much from the Guardians of Fire and Earth. And in turn they would learn the words of old from Willow.
The old woman shook her head as emotion swamped her, joy at how the Guardians were coming along yet sorrow over what had become of her beloved Altair. It saddened her greatly that nothing would ever be as it once was.
About the Author
Lacey Thorn spends her days in small-town Indiana, the proud mother of three. When she is not busy with one of them she can be found typing away on her computer keyboard or burying her nose in a good book. Like every woman, she knows just how chaotic life can be and how appealing that great escape can look. So toss aside the stress and tension of the never ending “to do” list. For now sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride with Lacey as she helps you to unlace and unleash the woman inside.
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