FORBIDDEN SECRETS BOOK 6:
DANGEROUS SEDUCTION
by
Diana Rose Wilson
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WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT
Wicked Masquerade: Forbidden Secrets
Book 1
Classic, classy eroticism and a believable combination of dialogue and introspection.
~ fanfare (Literotica)
I enjoyed this book. It is an introduction to characters expanded upon in future stories. Characters are believable, and plot is fun. A good read.
~ Christine Lisle (Good Reads)
It was absolutely wonderful, you can just feel the tenderness and affection they have for each other. I can't wait to read more about them.
~ Anonymous(Literotica)
Snow Mistress: Forbidden Secrets Book 2
Exhilarating. I absolutely loved it. I added you to my favorite authors.
~ AzamiCore - Literotica
Loved the story and excitement Diana brings to her books. Both books were read within a week of each other, which is rare for me since I only read at night. I can go on and tell you about the complex characters or how descriptive Diana's writing is...in life, there are things best left to the reader. To sum both books up with one word, hot!
~ Karen – Goodreads
Lies that Blind: SpiritBeasts Book 1
Excellent, spellbinding read. Eagerly awaiting the sequel.
~ Jasjon - Literotica
I chose 5 stars based on the complexity of the characters and chemistry. Diana does a marvelous job at getting the reader involved.
~ Karen – Goodreads
An End to Summer: SpiritLands Book 1
God! What a world you have created! So good. Is there a fifteen star thing? Thank you for the creation of fantastic characters, relatable emotions and so much more.
~ Wingedchaos – Literotica
Absolutely amazing. Loved this story! Found it hard to stop reading! Please, please give us some more!
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Forbidden Secrets Series
Book 1: Wicked Masquerade
Book 2: Snow Mistress
Book 3: Taming the Brat
Book 4: Blood Feathers
Book 5: Paying the Dragon’s Price
SpiritBeasts Series
Book 1: Lies That Blind
SpiritLands Series
Book 1: An End to Summer
Dedication
To the chefs who shared their magic. You know who you are.
Chapter 1
December 22, 2015
The interview
Magic was real.
Theoretically, Marcie Perez was familiar with the concept. She loved supernatural fiction and even before she’d plummeted down the rabbit hole, she’d experienced things that were easily categorized as mystical. She was comfortable with Tarot cards, Ouija boards, ghost hunters, crystal healing, the Loch Ness Monster and astral projection.
In theory.
Because in the end, she could close the book or turn off the TV.
Having firsthand experience was something else entirely.
In her new life, secrets were protected with blood.
Blood.
“Marcie? Are you all right?”
Marcie sat bowed forward with her head between her knees, holding on to her ankles. The world continued to tilt back and forth, and her head buzzed. She tasted the acidic burn of breakfast in the back of her throat and hoped to God it wasn’t going to come launching back up.
“Yes, I’m sorry. Just need a moment,” she called through the bathroom door, not bothering to lift her head.
She feared she would pass out if she did.
This was no way to begin an interview for her new job.
You have obligations, Beatrix Engel’s steel-and-ice voice whispered inside her mind, slicing across her nausea. Who else will do it if not you? You, as they say, are our only hope.
When had the voice intruded on her? Sometime during her drive from her house in Saint Helena into Yountville.
You work for me. You will always work for me, Beatrix’s voice growled.
Marcie lifted her head, choking back a whirl of dizziness.
One moment she’d been about to go in to the interview and the next she had nearly fainted as images and sounds filled her mind. It used to be cool when she could glimpse insight into people. The small whispers of intuition were handy. Seeing into the future helped her stay on top of her game. She’d never been crippled with supernatural forces before though.
You were not a traitor before. This isn’t your nature. Come back to us, Marcie, the voice of Beatrix Engel demanded, ringing through her skull. Your work with us is not complete. We need you. I am old and fading. I cannot do this forever. I need an heir. My nephew will take his place with you at his side. Our line will continue. Under my supervision. Do you think I don’t know what he is up to? Do you think there is anywhere on or between the worlds you can hide from me? You stupid child! You will not work with the tribes. You will continue to work for us. I tried to warn you how difficult I could make this. Leave right now. Don’t make me ruin you. Such a pity it would be to lose your potential.
She expected Beatrix to oppose her resignation, but Marcie had thought her resistance would come through mundane channels. Monetary or legal pressures Marcie could fight. Beatrix Engel, CEO of Adler Enterprises, was utterly ruthless and powerful, after all. Instead, she applied otherworldly strength that Marcie believed herself helpless to battle.
The woman had lost her son. She wasn’t going to lose anyone else she had groomed.
Lost her son? Bullshit! More accurately, he had escaped her grasp. Good! Run, Guntram! Run!
Could Marcie get the woman’s claws out of her? What would it take? Who could possibly do it? How much had the woman seen or learned? How was the information getting through to her? Marcie thought back on the conversations she’d had with Mano since she’d quit.
God!
She remembered what Mano had said to her as they’d left the party. People have died for these secrets. People I love and care for. I didn’t spend my life as a celibate to risk it all now.
A new swell of nausea made black spots swim in her vision. Marcie might have wrecked everything he’d worked for. He shared so much during their days together. Marcie had led the enemy right to his doorstep! How much had Beatrix learned?
Marcie had no choice but to run away
before she made things worse. It was the only way to protect the man she loved.
We will always find you! Beatrix assured her. Why spend your life running when you could be happy with us? You can have your mate at your side and nothing needs to change. She sensed Beatrix was sniffing around, trying to find a way to get in deeper, but something kept her back and it frustrated the woman.
“Because that’s not the life I want, you fucking bitch,” Marcie growled under her breath. She would rather sacrifice herself than let her king end up in checkmate. “I hope your whole empire burns to the ground, you selfish cunt!”
What have you done to yourself? Foolish girl! This is bigger than you. Bigger than me. You are Valkyrie and you have obligations greater than your pathetic little life.
Marcie closed her eyes, playing the last couple days over in her mind. At the time, she’d been overwhelmed with new love and nothing else mattered. She hadn’t realized the adversary had turned her into a spy.
* * * *
December 20, 2015
Two days ago
It had been an eventful evening.
Marcie’s friend Travis had lost and found his girlfriend, Vans. She’d been hit by a car and thrown down the side of a hill. The driver hadn’t stopped, leaving her in the mud until Travis found and saved her.
After Travis called with the happy update, Marcie and Mano celebrated with another rousing round of sex. Marcie’d had more sexual adventures than she could count but nothing came close to what she shared with Mano. Making love with Mano was magic.
Making love.
It was like creating the most intricate tapestry. Weaving it from raw elements like pleasure and pain, desire and longing, until it was only joyful fulfillment for both of them.
She pinned him under her body, feeling his strength sublimated to her. Fingers twined with his, she stretched his arms over his head, palm to palm. Birthmark to birthmark. The power in him vibrated up in low, bestial growls.
The sound sent a shudder through her bones as she straddled him. Swirling her hips, she teased his bare cock with her swollen, slick pussy. She did not need or want protection from this man. Ever!
Nothing could save her from him now.
His heart pounded in time with hers as she circled her hips in a slow sweep, teasing the entry of her cummy sex with his cock tip, not allowing him in yet.
“Please, love! I need you!” His fingers gripped hers tighter. Under her, he lifted his hips off the bed. His muscles corded as his resolve crumbled.
His desperation made her sex tighten, a trickle of her nectar coating the thick head of his cock. A broken groan punctuated the arc of his body as he yearned toward her.
With lips inches apart, she moaned out his name, sharing breath with him, lost in his burning gaze as they rocked fully together at last. She slid down around him as he rose up, sheathing his cock deeply into her. Like waves in the sea. Curling and rolling as one, churning with powerful relentlessness, their bodies fused, sweat soaked and friction burned by their brutal loving.
He unraveled her thread by thread and wove her into something new. Something better! When he cried out in ecstasy, bowing upward, body tensed against her, she realized she did the same to him.
Changing him forever.
He broke against her, his roar of release echoing through the quiet house as his cock swelled thicker, jerking deep inside her. The heated fountain of his cum shot into her and coated her, overflowing her as she joined him in orgasm.
Only touching God could come close to the sensation when they found the pinnacle of climax together.
Her pussy squeezed around him, her inner muscles tightening and pulsing in time with his wild release. She milked powerfully against him, her hips still rocking. She wanted to keep him deep inside her and never let go.
“How is it you are this good when you have never had sex before?” she asked breathlessly, sweaty and shivering as she clung to him. Finally, she let go of his hands, raking her fingernails up his arms and digging into his hard biceps, afraid he would vanish if she let go.
He kissed her jaw, his breaths panting in time with hers. “Ah, but my love, I’ve had sex several times now. You are an inspirational teacher.” His silvery gaze held her, devouring her soul and heart in equal measure. “And, cherry pie, you deserve to be fucked properly until your toes curl.”
She whimpered softly as his hips rolled upward toward her, his cock still hard inside her. The silken honey of his cum mixed with hers and smeared along his length and trickled down her thighs.
His strong arms wrapped around her, one palm cupping the middle of her bandaged back and the other sinking into her hair. Lovingly he coaxed her head down to him. Under her, she could feel the vibration of him through her, matching her own breathless, boneless satisfaction.
“I fucking love you, Mano Ka’aukai,” she growled, melting into his chest, nuzzling her face into the warmth of his neck.
“I fucking love you, too, Marcie Perez,” Mano whispered, kissing her forehead.
Breathing in the fresh scent of him, she drifted into a contented, blissful sleep, but she woke to confusion. Unaccustomed to sleeping with anyone, it took her a moment to puzzle out why she felt trapped!
They were tangled! She couldn’t tell where she stopped and he began. His skin was light in contrast to hers except where the dark tattoos whispered their tribal mysteries over his body. Bright as polished gold, his feathers gleamed in the light of the fading firelight. The evergreen scent of him unfurled a deep, satisfying pleasure in her heart.
When he murmured against her shoulder, she realized what woke her. He was talking in his sleep. The words were German, a blur of soft sounds balanced on laughter.
Turning her head, she admired him. God, he was beautiful. His features looked elegant with his high cheekbones and angular lines. Spun-gold hair fanned over her arm and pillow, his golden goatee tickling her skin as a dreamy smile curled his kiss-swollen, sensual lips.
She had picked up some German while working with the Adlers. Beatrix usually slipped into the language for phone calls or when she spoke with her husband, Maximilian, and twin sister Juliette. Unfortunately, Mano’s words were too muffled for her to translate. He repeated no with a low chuckle before mumbling something else to his brother.
Growling happily, he nuzzled into her neck. His wings wrapped more fully around her. “Mein schatzi,” he whispered with pride, and after a moment of silence, chuckled. She smiled and cuddled into his chest and he let out a deep, rumbling sigh, his whispered words rolling off his tongue against her skin.
“What?” he gasped.
His body tensed, and he jerked awake. His silvery eyes flew open, and he looked directly at her. She could feel his pulse thrumming hard against her.
“Hi?” she asked when he stared at her in shock. “Remember me?” Her heart twisted up with the possibility that he gawked at her because he’d forgotten whom he’d fallen into bed with! Had he dreamed of wrapping himself up with someone else? Perhaps she wasn’t the same schatzi from his dream.
He blinked at her change of expression and the tensing of her body. “Yes. Of course,” he sleepily fumbled his words. “My treasure.” He actually blushed and cleared his throat. “You were listening,” he accused, searching her face before a pleased smile curled up his lips. He stroked her forehead with a fingertip and she remembered the writing he’d painted there in his blood.
The oath he had sworn.
By my blood and all that I am, I won’t let anything happen to you or our children. As long as I draw breath and into the beyond.
“Yes. You talk in your sleep. Having a nice dream?”
He chuckled. “Yes.” Letting out his breath, he adjusted his position, pulling her tighter against him with his arms, legs, and wings. “Little spy. Fuck.” The brilliance of his eyes gleamed with the light of the embers.
His eyelids narrowed with satisfaction and he purred against her shoulder. Nuzzling his hips along her upper thigh, h
e teased her with his perfect body.
“What were you dreaming?” she asked, her sex tightening with an awakening of her own passion.
“Telling Gun about you. Sleep, schatzi,” he whispered and smoothed his hands over her stomach as he kissed her neck.
She protested weakly. How could she possibly sleep when he was rubbing against her that way? A soft feather tickled along her cheek and over her lips.
“Sleep.” His voice was a breathy growl in her ear.
The suggestion was all she needed. When she closed her eyes, sleep pulled her back under despite the simmering desire in her belly.
She dreamed of riding horses with Mano. They galloped to the summit of a hill where an enormous blood-red tree, crowned with silvery-green leaves, stretched to the sky. Bees hummed joyously under the canopy of the pale foliage as her fiancé drew her beneath its shadows. When Mano kissed her under the protection of the tree’s thick branches, fragrant blossoms rained down into their hair. The scent of sun-warmed pears infused the kiss, filling her with the sense of rightness and delighted acceptance.
Chapter 2
December 21, 2015
Yesterday
Realization
The sound of splashing water woke her. A cool wind blew through the open French doors leading out to the gardens and pool. Marcie rolled over to find the bed empty. Sitting up, she watched the waves as Mano swam laps.
Automatically her hand went to her throat, brushing over the warm gold and tanzanite gemstones resting there. Her imagination provided her a vivid image of him naked, his lithe body cutting graceful through the water. That thought untangled a primal desire in her. As it uncoiled, she felt the empty places fill with melting warmth. Stroking the necklace, she thought of her own swim the day before. In the salt water of her pool, her legs had transformed into fins and a tail. Not frilly mermaid flippers, but those of a shark. She needed to ask him about the necklace in a way he couldn’t evade her questions. Had he known what it would do to her?
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