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He kissed her and they rocked together until he slipped between her spread thighs, nestling between her folds. Tuartha’s insistent pressure pushed past her body’s initial resistance and soon, his thrusts were inside her working deeply until she took him completely.
They locked gazes as he thrust and she responded, twisting and rocking for minutes, hours, days or seconds, she wasn’t sure. She only knew that she didn’t want it to end.
When he reached between their sweating and shifting bodies to stroke her clit, she arched against him and locked her ankles behind his back, holding him inside her as she came.
He grunted and she felt his throbbing pulse within her. Magic came with him and she was sent into another round of spasms in reaction.
She mewled in complaint when he withdrew but sighed happily when he tucked her against him. “Beds are better.”
He laughed. “I am still fond of the memories now associated with my desk.”
She snorted and nuzzled against his chest, tracing patterns in the sweat on his emerald flesh. “Twice a week maximum, Tuartha. I have my standards and that desk isn’t comfy.”
His smile showed his startlingly white teeth and the glow of his molten gold eyes. “I will take it. Now, we have today off, but tomorrow, we have to get back to duty.”
She could feel her face take on a sultry expression that she didn’t know she had. She kept trailing her fingers over his skin and he groaned and rolled to his back, taking her with him.
Laughter rippled through her and she straddled her leprechaun, moving to take him inside her and ride him until they both reached their peak. It was a good goal and she intended to spend as much time as she could practicing until it was perfect.
As Asha rose and fell, watching him watching her, she realized that all those years ago that found object was truly her lucky charm.
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Elhara sat in the care centre and let her mind show her what it was remembering. Red skin, black hair and a smile that made her heart beat faster even in memory.
When she whispered his name, she could swear that he was right in front of her.
“Solar.”
Her apparition smiled and reached to lift her from the bed.
The leprechaun guards were frozen in place, as if time itself was standing still. She smiled and reached for him like a child for a parent.
As he lifted her in his arms, she felt the click of rightness and asked him the one question that she couldn’t let go of. “Who are you?”
He grinned and she felt his magic taking them from the leprechaun city. “All in good time, beloved. All in good time.”
Author’s Note
I am sorry it took me so long to get back to the Warders. While folks liked them, the sci-fi stuff is just easier to write.
Stay tuned for The Warder’s Demon in two weeks. Find out what happened to Elhara before we arrived in the leprechaun city and what the hell is going on. Frankly, I look forward to finding out myself, because at this point, I have no idea.
Thanks for coming to play in the Warder’s Universe,
Viola Grace
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About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
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