by Grey, T. A.
A growl left him from deep in his chest. The sound tickled her nipples.
“It’s going to be hard,” he growled.
Her head fell back against the wall. “Oh thank God.”
He chuckled as his chin pushed down her top so her breast popped free and then his wet tongue circled her, and his teeth tugged. Each touch seemed to be directly tied to her clitoris and he knew it. Each little tug and pull felt like a seductive caress circling her wet bud.
His mouth opened wide and then he took her whole nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
Hands moved between her thighs. Her breath caught in anticipation. Every muscle tightened in anticipation. She heard the hiss of his zipper and squirmed.
All the while, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked her nipple with that rough tongue, pulled on it with his soft lips. Her hands flew into his glorious hair to hold on.
“Yeees,” she whispered raggedly.
Finally, what felt like forever later, his hands cupped her hips. She eagerly snaked her legs around his now naked hips. Her undulating hips found his hard cock poised and ready for her, but just as she pushed against him, his hands tightened on her to keep her still. The damn satin of her panties blocked her from what she wanted. If she had to get creative to get him inside her then she would.
Abruptly, he released her nipple then gave her a wet, hungry kiss. They both breathed hard after that. He pulled back and her eyes were slow to open. Her mind felt dazed like she’d spun around really fast in a circle and was about to fall down. When she opened her eyes his violet ones stared at her with so much passion and love her heart skipped a beat.
“I love you, Abbigail.”
“I love you, too.”
Her voice broke as he grabbed her undies in a fist and tore them from her body. Then he drove into her.
He did exactly as he said he would. He took her hard. He was unforgiving in his powerful thrusts. Abby could only hold on to him as he took her higher and higher. His hard cock filled her over and again bumping and rubbing over parts of her that made her wild.
Their lips met and fought, tongues lashing. She loved it. She loved everything about it. From how his hands cupped her ass so tight, from the raw hunger shining in his eyes, to the uncontrollable way he took her that just screamed: I can’t get enough of you.
“One right now,” he said, his voice ragged as sandpaper.
Then he ducked to pull her nipple back into his mouth.
That was it. Her entire body started to tighten. The warmth started inside of her where his cock worked her then pulsed outward on one heaving wave as she shattered.
He plunged into her as she fell apart in his arms, shaking and trembling. He tore his mouth from her nipple. “So fucking hot,” he growled.
Then he slammed his mouth back to hers and pressed his fingers between her legs. She jerked.
“Alrik,” she moaned as an all new warmth grew inside her. He rubbed his fingers across her bud in slow but sure circles working her up as his hips slammed into her, shoving her back into the wall.
“I want another one.”
Her hands curled into his hair as her sex pulsed at his words. It was as if her pussy and his words were connected. He said something hot and then she responded in kind.
“Anything for you.”
His sexy mouth curved up into a grin. “Yeah, anything for me baby.”
Then he got serious between her legs and made her scream his name as she came. Only after she finished trembling in his arms did he thrust hard four more times, plant himself deep, and then jet inside of her.
“Don’t set me down, I can’t walk yet,” she mumbled against his shoulder.
His belly deep laughter sent her into a fit of giggles and then he kissed her.
* * *
They couldn’t stop smiling at each other like a bunch of love drunk fools.
“Are you ready then?” he asked.
“As I’ll ever be.”
He grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms, and pressed his lips to hers. As he did, she felt the world shift and move as he ported them.
When she opened her eyes, they stood on a beach made of fine white sand. He’d asked her where she wanted to be mated at and all she could think of was the beach. Just like the beach where they’d spent their few days at, but with one stipulation. This beach had to be beautiful and hot.
She smiled up at him, unable to contain her excitement even as nerves ate at her stomach. Soon she’d meet her half-sisters and his brother and she’d be Mrs. Demuzi.
The water was such a light shade of blue it was nearly clear. The sky above mirrored the color with only a few puffy, cottony clouds in the sky.
“It’s perfect.”
His shoulders sagged. “Thank God.”
She laughed. “You were nervous?”
“As hell. I had to hope you’d like this.”
As if she wouldn’t be happy being mated with him nearly anywhere. She just wanted to be attached to him permanently forever and ever.
Just then, people started porting in.
A pretty brunette accompanied by a tall, imposing man with long black hair pulled back from his face came first. Her belly looked rounded with child. A man with short wavy hair, definitely a demon, stepped back from them. Only demons could port like that, or a witch with enough power, or a good spell and a solid location. It looked as though her sister had her very own demon ‘porter’.
A stunningly beautiful blonde woman carrying a toddler in her arms ported in next with two men. One, she could tell was a demon because he had long silvery hair, a straight aristocratic nose, and playful eyes.
“Thanks, Draven,” she said to him. He nodded, grinning.
“Any time I get to touch you is a good time.”
The woman rolled her eyes and the big man at her side growled. Abby’s eyes popped wide. That was a real animal’s growl. The man was a shapeshifter, she realized, and judging by the size of him, he had to be an alpha.
“I don’t think your mate would like to hear about that,” the woman retorted.
The demon named Draven winced. “Just a bit of teasing. Sorry, love, but no one actually stirs me like she does.”
Another couple ported in this time with no backup demon because the demon was attached to the petite woman with an arm around her waist and his tongue deep in her mouth. Abby sucked in a breath. The resemblance between him and Alrik was unmistakable. Well, except for the fact that he had beautiful cerulean blue hair and she had yet to see his eyes. But, his skin was that glorious golden color. The woman in his arms moaned softly then popped her eyes opened and they darted right at Abby.
A blush colored her cheeks and then she pushed at who had to be Telal until he groaned and let her go. “Later,” he whispered in promise.
According to Alrik, Lily was the youngest of the Bellum sisters and was mated to his brother Telal. Lily had a quick, happy smile on her face and a gorgeous pair of green eyes. Everyone came forward and behind the group, Abby watched her mom port in looking wobbly. She must have done it from a spell. Her mom spotted her and gave an excited wave. Abby couldn’t fight her excited grin and waved back.
Introductions were made all around.
Lily and Telal came up first. Abby held out her hand but Lily pushed it away and pulled her into a hard hug. “Sister,” she said.
Abby hugged her back, hesitantly. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Lily curled an arm around her shoulder and turned her to face the others. “It’s our sister,” she said like a judge who just banged the gavel making a judgment.
The two women, Chloe and Willow, eyed her suspiciously. “She does look like us,” ceded the brown-haired one. “I’m Chloe by the way and this is my mate Tyrian. He’s all vampire,” she said like she won some great prize. The tall man started shaking his head. He looked strong like a warrior but held a command to his presence, and a wicked scar ran down the side of his cheek. Abby wouldn’t be surprised if this vampire led
an army.
The blonde woman narrowed her eyes. “I don’t know...”
The strong, tanned, very good-looking shapeshifter at her side rested his hand at the back of her neck. A dominant touch. “Play nice, baby.” He looked like he was trying not to smile.
The woman rolled her eyes. “Fine she looks just like us. I’m Willow. I’d shake your hand but as you can see, Mary’s taking them up.”
The little bundle in her arms was named Mary after their mother. Abby didn’t need anyone to explain that to her. She’d already learned all about that from Alrik. Mary had been imprisoned in the demon’s dungeon for some twenty years and had missed out on her daughters being raised. Of course, if that hadn’t happened then Francis wouldn’t have met her mother and Abby wouldn’t be here. Naturally, Mary didn’t exactly want to be here for this, she was still adjusting to normal life again after being rescued by her daughters.
Alrik was ate up over it. Over a lot of stuff really. But that was his past, and Abby firmly believed it wasn’t his fault. It was the curse. They’d get through all the rough patches up the road together.
“Give her to me,” the big man at her side said. Willow passed the baby to him and he held it as if he did that sort of thing all the time. He didn’t look like the baby type, but he totally was. The man saw her gaze and smiled. He had a big smile, the kind that left you smiling back. “We’re trying for another one. I’m Lyonis by the way.”
“Abbigail Krenshaw.”
“Soon to be Demuzi,” Alrik corrected.
“Speaking of, shall we get this mating ritual started?” Telal said. He had a pleasant very deep voice.
“Yes!” Lily jumped in and started dragging her away. The other ladies followed as they broke away from the men and headed down the other side of the beach. “We’ll be back!”
Abby tossed one last, panicked look over her shoulder at Alrik. He was smiling at her. A wicked smile that curled her down to her toes. She was really doing this. She was really going to be mated.
She was taken into the forest and undressed in a circle of red and white candles. They said it was for “purifying and love.”
They were getting married in a demonic ceremony. That meant that her hands and feet were painted with a special tool called a lathu in special symbols and works. The paint was the color of chocolate. One sister held the bowl while Lily used the lathu to paint Abby’s feat.
A breathtaking pattern of leaves and trees were painted from her toes up across her feet. It wasn’t permanent though it was so beautiful she wouldn’t mind it being so.
The intricate design worked up her foot then around her ankles. Small spirals came off the stems of the design. Intermixed with the leaves and open flowers in bloom were demonic words of love, bonding, and mating. After her hands were also done in the flowering design, she was dressed in a black gauzy dress that kept her arms and below her knees bare. She was told this ritual would be done barefoot.
Nerves fluttered around in her belly like butterflies.
Before she knew it, she was lead back to him. He stood all the way on the other side of the beach. She wished he was closer she didn’t like having all these eyes on her. He looked amazing.
He’d changed.
Now he wore only a pair of fitted black trousers that stopped short of the knee and nothing else. All that beautiful golden skin was bared for the world to see. He didn’t smile but wore a strong expression—that of a warrior being given his woman. His hands and feet were painted in the same design of leaves, vines, and words.
Finally, his hand was in hers. She wanted to say something, wanted him to say anything but they both stayed quiet as the ceremony started. Everyone took a seat in the sand behind them, except for Telal who stood before them to perform the ceremony.
Abby squeezed Alrik’s hand and he squeezed it back, even harder. The nerves in her stomach abated at his touch and then she let out a deep breath. When she glanced back up at him, she saw a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth and she smiled back.
The ceremony took place in Demonish. Telal spoke of love and trust of faithfulness always. They were tender words. Words meant to be only spoken to one other person once in a lifetime.
Finally, Telal nodded to Alrik.
Then Alrik spoke. “I vow to always love you from now until the end of my days. Let these designs be a symbol of the ties that bind us together, of growth created out of trust, anger, friendship, and love. May these ties never break even after the paint washes away. May our love never sway against strife but grow stronger, and may they tie us closer for the rest of our days.”
Tears fell from her eyes. When it came time for her to repeat the words, she fumbled over them until a fierce blush covered her cheeks. It was okay because he smiled down at her as if he couldn’t be prouder.
Finally, she ended her part and her face was wet from tears and her cheeks bright red. “And may they tie us closer for the rest of our days.”
Their little gathering stood and cheered. Alrik pulled her into his arms and gave her a kiss she would never forget. Not for the rest of her days.
“I love you, Alrik,” she said against his lips.
His arms squeezed her. “And I love you, Abbigail Demuzi.”
They clasped their painted hands together and started their life anew.
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Take Me
The Untouchables #1
Coming in January 2013
A paranormal erotic romance series
Dominic Blackmoore’s lips devastated Felicity, sweeping her into a hazy, sensual storm where time ceased to exist. Where there was only him and her and the primitive energy of the world coaxing them to fulfill their duties as beings and lay with one another.
Then he pulled back pressing soft, but no less hungry kisses to her lips, across her cheeks, up her jaw to her neck where he kissed her rapidly thumping pulse. His ragged breathing sawed hotly against her skin sending a shiver through her body. His wet tongue darted out to taste just a tiny bit of flesh before retreating as if wanting to go slow and savor her.
“You’ll make a perfect bruid.”
Felicity blinked slowly as the fog lifted.
What?
She couldn’t have heard what she thought she just heard. It had to be the lusty fog surrounding her combined with the potent brew he’d given her. Did he just say bruid as in a ‘bride’ as in the woman a male vampire married to for life?
“That’s an odd thing to say,” she said with an uneasy laugh.
Then he pulled back, that deep frown back in place and his brows pulled low. “Not really, considering.”
Felicity pulled back too. “Considering what?”
One of his dark brows flew up. “That we’re to be blood mated.”
“Say what?” she said in a sharp voice.
Before he had a chance to answer the door downstairs flung open and in walked an older vampire woman who looked stunning in her fine cream colored dress with matching jacket that had one button holding it closed. She had Dominic’s dark coloring. This woman was Lady Blackmoore—Dominic’s mother.
“Dominic, are you in here?”
Dom shot Felicity a scary look...like his mother’s intrusion seriously pissed him off...then called out, “What is it?”
His mother instantly turned around and gazed up. Felicity cursed and quickly tried to duck out of his arms but he only tightened his grip keeping her locked tight against him.
At the sight of them together, his mother’s jaw dropped open and a deep flush colored her face. “Who is that!”
“My bruid Julianna Greenwich, who do you think? Now get out of here, mother.”
Felicity and his mother had about the same response—they both froze in place. Only his mother recovered much, much faster from her shock.
“That is not your bruid Julianna Greenwich. Julianna is in the study where she’s been waiting on you for nearly an hour!”
Suddenly Felicity found hers
elf the focus of two intense eyes both green with a touch of gold in the center.
The touch on her arm became cruel. “And just who are you?” he asked and for the first time she got to hear him really angry, and it sent a wave of fear down her spine.
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I love to write the kind of stories that will keep you up late at night and make your heart pound. It’s my goal in writing to make each new book better, more exciting, more action-packed, not only to test myself as a writer but to keep thrilling you. I’m always trying to push the boundaries with my imagination, and yours, to create something new and different.
If you’re a fan of paranormal romance novels then you’ll love my Bellum Sisters Trilogy. This isn’t your typical romance story, so be prepared for a kick of heat and tons of action. The Bellum Sisters Trilogy has received excellent reviews from paranormal bloggers and two of the three books are Top Picks from Night Owl Reviews.
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