Chocolate Damsel
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“At first, because of the instant power you held over me.” He pressed her downward. “Now because I know how very different you are.” He planted soft kisses to her neck. “Your blood is mixed with ancient bloodlines, Shunu--wolf spirit, Amyrsana--chieftain and the Aru tos--deities. The last of which had long gone from this plane of existence. Until you.”
The large head of his penis pushed her labia apart as he eased her down its length. She moaned at the silky feel of him, pressing her hardened buds to the hot skin of his chest beneath her, spread her legs farther apart.
“I don’t know how the Gestapo found out what you are, but they wanted to use you to breed them an elite regiment of fighters with your gifts.” He glided her upward, then plunged back into her.
“Some gifts.” She quirked her mouth up. “I can feel people’s emotions. Not sure what the military can use that for.”
“You’d be surprised.” He gently nipped her ear. “Since you’ve only been a Shunu for seventeen hours, give yourself some time to figure out what you are able to do.”
“You think that though I am like you--a Shunu, I am different. I can do things other than shift?” Alexia wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. She never wanted this joy with him to end.
“Yes. Many of us have an added ability.” He filled her again with his shaft.
How interesting. “What is your other ability?”
“I dream of possible futures.” He pressed his forehead to hers and pumped deeper.
“Oh. My love.” Like satin, he glided between her wet folds. “And you dream of our long future together.”
“I no longer see my future.” He kissed her cheek. “Only my death.”
She pulled away from him. “What do you mean?”
“You, my witch, have a long life filled with joy ahead, and I’m blessed to share a glimpse of your time on this earth with you.” He rolled her beneath him and brushed her hair from her cheeks.
“You’ll need to content yourself with being with me forever.” Her heart pounded in her chest. She pulled him in tight. “Promise me?”
“I’ll be at your side for eternity.” With a smooth, unhurried motion, he drove deeper into her, stoking the raging fire inside her core. He kissed her forehead.
“Are you bothered by the fact that I am all these different bloodlines?”
“Heavens, no.” He stopped and stared into her eyes. “Why would I be?”
Of course not. Maybe if he wanted to have young with her, he’d feel differently. She pressed her face to the side.
He cupped her chin, then guided her gaze to him. “Alexia, if you want pups, then we shall have as many as you like.”
“Even though they’d be different like me?” She searched his stare. “Mixed and un-pure.”
“Oh, my sweet, just because my countrymen put value in such meaningless things doesn’t mean I do.” He pecked her jaw. “I want them, especially because they’ll be like you.”
She hugged him tight and planted kisses on his face. “You mean it?”
“I’d hoped you felt this way, since last night we may have gotten started.” He brushed her unruly curls from her eyes. “If not, we’ll keep practicing until we get it right.”
With a few quick thrusts, a shiver built in her inner muscle. He palmed her bottom then forced his cock into her depth. As his tongue flicked her bud, she pushed herself upward to meet his sharp movement.
Decadent ecstasy exploded as her muscles squeezed the length of him.
“My beautiful goddess.” VanWolf kissed between her breasts, his body jerking against hers.
The scent of his satisfaction filled her every breath. She let her head fall back on the blanket in the cab of the truck.
A cool breeze washed over her skin. Birds flew above out the window. At this moment, she was the happiest she’d ever been.
“We need to rejoin the others.” He pulled her closer. “After I make love to you.”
She giggled as he kissed her neck gently.
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a.c. Mason’s mother’s family survived the Nazi occupation of Belgium, and she grew up hearing their harrowing stories. Those dark times did not only show her the worst side of humanity, but reminded her of the courage and sacrifices ordinary individuals made to save others. And though those who shared their memories with her are no longer here, as she weaves in their accounts of WWII, she once again feels connected to them.
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