Stunned, Victoria stood still as the four ladies deftly removed her clothes. Giggling, they led her naked body to the wash pool and firmly pushed her in.
“What the ...?”
She yelped in surprise as her head went under. When she raised her head, her two attendants were naked in the water with her and proceeded to wash her. They scrubbed her with a gel that smelled like fresh peaches. One of the attendants lifted her arms while the other scrubbed them. Tingles flowed through her body as they both scrubbed her back and then they scrubbed her legs.
Closing her eyes, Victoria allowed herself to relax and enjoy the firm wash and massaging. Her eyes opened as a pair of hands on her shoulders turned her around. She whirled to see both attendants staring at her. One of the attendants pointed at her breasts while the other indicated the V between her legs and slowly licked her lips. Victoria took a step back, sloshing water over the side of the pool, trying to ignore the tingly sensation forming in the juncture between her legs.
“I think I can handle it from here.”
They both nodded and watched her closely as she washed her breasts. Embarrassed, Victoria turned her back on the intense stares and bent down in the warm water to wash her suddenly sensitized private area, all the while feeling their eyes on her. She cursed when she realized her hands were shaking. Why were they just standing there watching her wash her body and looking at her like they were fat kids and she was a piece of cake?
After stalling as long she could, she turned around.
“I’m ready.”
They handed her a large fluffy towel. She was then led out into a bedroom and rubbed briskly with another soft towel. While she was still slightly damp, the attendants rubbed a cool creamy peachy lotion onto her skin.
Victoria blushed as they began caressing the lotion onto her butt. Yelping, she knocked one of the attendant’s hands away when her soft hands slipped between her legs and rubbed the creamy lotion onto the sensitive area near her vagina. Heat blazing, she glanced up and spotted one of her attendants smiling at her with laughing eyes.
The woman knew she was turned on. “I’ll finish rubbing it in myself.”
The attendants looked at each other and shrugged. They walked to the bed and pulled down the silk sheets and indicated she needed to get underneath them. She did as they asked, then watched as they left the quarters. The sheets felt as soft as cotton candy. She pulled them completely down and climbed under them, enjoying the firm mattress, and closed her eyes. When would Khafil and their audience show up? Would she be ready when they did? Surprisingly, she relaxed, not at all alarmed at what was about to take place. Darkness started to close in when suddenly she got the sensation of being watched. She opened her eyes and her heart shot to her throat. One of her attendants stood beside the bed. Where did she come from? She wasn’t here a second ago. Shaking her head, Victoria tried to clear her suddenly cluttered head, but all she could think about was how relaxed and calm she felt. She smiled at the attendant, who said nothing and handed her a glass.
“Drink.”
Victoria wasn’t sure if the attendant spoke the words aloud or if they just formed in her mind. She looked the attendant in the eye and obeyed the request, drinking all of the sweet liquid down.
Tasty. With a sigh, Victoria put the glass down on the dresser and turned to thank the attendant, but no one was there.
Weird. Dropping her head back on the pillow, Victoria closed her eyes. She felt warm, relaxed and ... She couldn’t think of another word, but delicious to describe the pleasant bubbly feeling inside her. She pulled the silk sheets off her body and lay on the bed uncovered, the gentle breeze blowing felt wonderful, like gentle feather tips on her warm aroused body. Her breasts felt heavy and she reached up without thinking and began to gently massage one with one hand. It felt good. She never realized how good her body felt. She lifted her other hand ran her fingers down her stomach. Suddenly realizing what she was doing and stilled right above the black patch of hair below her navel.
“Don’t stop.”
Lifting her head, she opened her eyes when she felt the gentle brush of Khafil’s lips against her forehead. He sat beside her on the bed, naked. Instead of the anger she expected to feel emanating from him, she felt arousal. His hazel eyes were shimmering with intensity. He gave her body a slow appraisal, looking her up and down. Victoria felt her body stir at the predatory look in his eyes. She waited, wondering what came next.
“First we have to make love to prove we are mates.”
Nodding at his words, she was prepared for this opening part of the ceremony.
He leaned and captured her face between his hands. His lips covered hers in a deep kiss. Delicious shivers ran down her spine when he broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes. She grabbed hold of his shoulders as hands slid down her back, cupping her butt. Pulling her up against him, his thick manhood was pressed against her stomach, reaching well above her navel.
“Are you ready?” he whispered.
She shivered as his lips touched the sensitive skin below her ear. She nodded and in one swoop he lifted her up and laid her down on the bed.
His hazel eyes had become dark and hooded as he watched her. Lowering his head, Khafil drew one breast into his mouth and suckled it before gently tugging on her nipple. Sensations shot from her womb and her vaginal walls clenched in anticipation. He moved to the other breast, careful to lavish a similar assault on the gentle flesh. She groaned in pleasure. Her hot, needy body could not take too much more of the sensual attack.
“Please,” Victoria begged as her vaginal muscles tightened again.
She was suddenly pulled up and flipped over. A strong hand pushed her face down on the bed and lifted her so she was on her knees. Gaining her balance, she looked up to find several pairs of eyes staring back at her. The bodies they belonged to were so close she could touch them if she stretched her arms out. Drawing back in shock, she looked around the bed. She was surrounded. Before she could voice her concern at their unexpected proximity, she felt soft caresses on her breasts. Her nipples hardened before the fingers trailed lower to the soft curls covering her wet, clenching femininity. She gave a low cry as Khafil stroked her throbbing neglected clitoris until all thoughts of their audience left.
Dripping with need, she began to move restlessly against the hand wreaking havoc on her body. She whimpered while grinding against it and began begging Khafil for his possession, uncaring that she sounded raw and vulnerable to his watching Imvura brothers. She thought she would die from the sensations running through her when she felt Khafil move his hand and reposition himself. He eased his thick length in her and her body stretched to adjust to his size. He felt thicker than the last time they had had sex.
A sexy chuckle came from her as he said, “I am.”
Victoria’s eyes became large dark orbs and her mouth formed an O as he slowly filled her. She took a deep breath and balanced herself as he began to move. She started in surprise as he grabbed her hips and thrust deep. Her body vibrated as he deepened his strong strokes. Lifting her butt up, she became greedy, wanting to catch each sensation as he continued to move deeply into her, her vagina grasping for more. Her begging became more demanding as she pleaded with him to go deeper and harder.
“It feels so good,” she whispered.
Lifting her head, she opened her eyes and stared at the Council members, smiling. She didn’t care that his brothers were witnessing her total depravity.
“What are you doing?’ she protested as Khafil slowed before stopping completely. He attempted to pull out, but she began to move, backing up on him, desperate to keep him inside her still needy vagina. She slowly worked his thickness inside of her until her buttocks touched his stomach. The sensations and his size were too much for her and she begged him to help her. Hardening, Khafil began moving again, giving her slow, deep thrusts before moving faster. Pleasure rippled through her and she felt her body begin to vibrate again.
Looking down at her arm
, Victoria gasped in surprise as she watched her hands and arms begin to glow.
“The Mate’s Glow,” she whispered to herself.
Before she had time to think about it, she felt fingers on her sensitive clitoris. Arching up helplessly, sensation after sensation exploded through her lower body, each one more powerfully pleasurable than the last as he drove his full length inside her. She felt so wonderful she almost passed out.
Khafil grabbed by her waist and continued stroking her as her vagina convulsed over and over, greedily trying to grasp him. She screamed out uncontrollably as her body began to shake and a powerful orgasm consumed her.
Unaware of the nods of approval Khafil’s Imvura brothers gave him, Victoria put her face down on the bed, exhausted. Her body had encountered two of the most pleasurable experiences of her life. If she never had sex again, she would still be satisfied.
She was lifted up and placed gently on Khafil’s lap, still in a daze.
He looked deep in her eyes and began talking.
My heart is yours,
Your soul is mine,
Together we become one,
Until the end of time.
Let no Taalib Duma come between us,
This path I willingly take to become your one and only blood mate.
Instinctively she knew she was to repeat them. As she repeated the words, she felt a crash of emotion slam into her. She gasped as intense feelings raced through her. Shivering, she was barely able to ask Khafil what was happening before pain like she had never felt seized her chest. Crying out, she collapsed, weak, barely able to catch her breath.
“What is going on?” she whispered to Khafil who seemed to be in equal pain but managed it with eyes closed and his mouth set in a grim line. He was sweating and agony was etched in the lines on his face.
“It’s our souls.”
“Our what?” she gasped.
“Our souls,” he continued with effort as more beads of sweat popped on his forehead. “A part of my soul is entering your body and a part of yours is entering mine.”
Further questioning stopped as a sharp stabbing pain to her heart caused her to scream in agony. When the pain diminished, her forehead was bathed in sweat and her breath came in short gasps. Sitting up, she noticed the onlookers were quiet and watchful, gauging her reaction to the soul exchange. Turning, she looked at Khafil who was also sitting up, looking as weary as she felt.
What in the world would be next? “The Blood ritual will complete the ceremony.”
Did I say that out loud?
“No,” Khafil interrupted her private conversation with herself. “I can read your thoughts.”
She let the weight of his statement roll through her mind while they stared at each other, each becoming accustomed to the new emotions rolling through them. For the first time she felt the truth of his regret at having to deceive her for so long and the burden of his responsibility as Visdan. She gasped in wonder at the depth of feeling he had for her, his mate and the unborn child she carried.
With tears in her eyes, she looked at him.
“You really do care?”
Emotion glinting in his eyes, he nodded.
Seconds went into minutes as she lay in his arms, savoring the feeling of being truly accepted and cherished as she was.
Khafil broke the silence. “We have one more part of the ceremony to complete.”
Victoria looked up in time to see Khafil’s canines lengthen and become sharp. She gasped in pain as she felt hers lengthen as well. “This will be the only time they do that.” His words entered into her mind, and she calmed, a little.
Bending his head down, he ran his lips gently along her neck.
She felt a gentle kiss before he pierced her skin with his fangs. She jumped from the pain, then felt gentle sucks as he drank from her. Her mouth suddenly became dry and she formed a sudden hot thirst. She automatically grasped the arm Khafil had thrust near her mouth. Intuitively she lifted it up and placed her mouth on his wrist and bit down.
He tasted slightly musky and masculine. His blood quenched the thirst, and she felt sexual pleasure coiling in the pit of her stomach. Her vagina clenched again as another orgasm ripped through her. She held onto his arm and continued to suck as her hips rode through the pleasure. When her body had finished quivering, she moved her mouth off his arm, surprised to find no bite marks on his wrist. He laid her down gently and placed a soft kiss on each cheek.
“Rest now. We are one, and I will not let anyone harm our family,” he whispered as her eyes closed.
Victoria fell asleep with a smile on her face, feeling whole and complete and confident for the first time. She had truly found her other half.
Epilogue
He sat quietly in the dark, rolling the silver ball between his fingers. He had failed to realize there was a snake among the Sogas and he had failed to secure the one thing that would keep the Chair of Drumhani with the Sogas.
Standing, he began pacing the floor, angry with himself for not listening to his instincts and letting his brothers down. He should have killed the deceitful bastard when he first felt the inclination, too. They whispered about him behind his back. Several brothers had spoken about a takeover, but so far no one had been brave enough to challenge him directly for the seat. He felt the anger and disappointment in their stares.
No one made a fool out of him. No one. He had killed for less. Sarim stopped pacing and sat down in his chair. He leaned back and clasped his hands together and rested his chin on top of his joined fingers. Failure had never been an option for him and it wouldn’t start now. Those half-breed bastards would not get everything he’d worked hard for. Their deceit had cost him everything; his self-respect, the respect of the Sogas, and possibly his position as Abu. He’d have to gain control again. He thought of his descendent and smiled. She was the key.
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