House of Moons 2: The Shadow Master

by Kara Fey

  “Is that a proposal?” With a whisper of her intent floating around them, he found himself suddenly naked, her equally bare flesh rubbing everywhere they touched. Magic arced through space between them, sealing them together with every microscopic strike.

  Laughter bubbled up from the depths of his soul and exploded into the energy around them in ripples of gold. “Aye. I want to keep you forever.”

  “Then make my body burn for you so it will call us back.” Charla pressed her lips to his again, forced his mouth open with her tongue, and moved so her hard nipples passed over his, calling them to rise in answer.

  All around them, the energy field vibrated with their urgency and their love, reflected their desire, magnified it until Padraic feared his soul was going to explode with the heat. Pure instinct led him to speak. “Mind to mind.”

  “Mind to mind.” Fusion happened instantly and Padraic reeled from the shock of sharing her awareness. Charla slid down his chest and sucked his nipple into her mouth. He tasted himself in her mouth, felt her cunt throb and ache to be filled.

  “Heart to heart.” Soft beneath his hands, her breasts filled his hands. He flicked her nipples with his thumbs and she moaned. His cock bucked at the sound, demanded to claim its mate.

  “Heart to heart.” Her soft voice was followed by thunder roaring in his ears. Their hearts beat as one, pulsed through them both with magic and fire. He pulled her mouth up to his and invaded, demanded submission with his tongue. Her whimper of surrender drove him mad with lust. Still aware of her core, empty and desperate for his touch, he slid his hand over the soft planes of her stomach, lower, to dive between the soft folds.

  Charla screamed and arched into his hand as a shockwave of his magic invaded her cunt through his hand. He shoved two fingers into her wet heat and arched her backward over his other arm to suck her hard pink nipple into his mouth.

  “Blood to blood, Padraic. Say it!”

  “Not until I’m buried to the hilt.” Their link allowed him to feel both the wet heat coating his fingers and the sweet pain his invasion caused, the agony of her emptiness. Inserting a third finger, he spread them wider inside her, stroked the sides of her pussy until she sobbed with need and wrapped her hand around his cock where it stroked the soft skin of her abdomen.

  Painful and insistent, her hands pulled his head from her breast and tried to force his mouth up to hers. But this was the Shadow Realm, and intention was everything. With a thought he changed their positions in space. Her body hung suspended in the air before him, legs spread wide, cunt open and begging to be tasted.

  Like a hungry beast that scented prey, he sealed his lips over her clit and sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth. Suck and pull, flick the hard little mound with his tongue. Unable to resist the tempting mound of her breast, Padraic’s right hand cupped the soft peak, squeezed, and flicked the nipple in time to the sucking and nibbling of his tongue on her clit.

  In his mind, she begged for release, begged for him to fill her. But he wasn’t ready to end his fun.

  On the next strong pull of his tongue she arched her hips up and slammed his waiting fingers deep once again.

  “Goddess, Padraic! Please!”

  Unable to resist another moment, Padraic grabbed her waist and pulled her down until the tip of his cock hovered at her entrance. “I told you you’d beg.”

  “Padraic!”

  With a shout of triumph, he shoved her down and impaled her on his cock.

  Like an explosion rocketing through his body, her release hit them both hard and fast. Her cunt milked him, pulsed around his shaft like muscles made of pure flame.

  Her cunt was still convulsing from the aftershocks when Charla raised her head to look him in the eye. “Blood to blood. Say it.”

  Padraic twitched his hips to show her who was in charge and was gratified when she threw her head back and whimpered. Apparently unable to control herself, she ground her mons against his abdomen and shuddered again.

  “Blood to blood.” He lifted her, then slammed her down again. “I bind you to me.”

  “I bind you to me.” The universe shifted around them. Molecules of energy split and recombined until one couldn’t be distinguished from the other. The roar in the air was drowned out by sensation as she arched her back, shoved her perfect breast toward his eager mouth, and slipped a hand beneath her bottom to cup his sac.

  One touch made him lose all control. Savage and desperate, he thrust into her, harder and faster. Hollow and empty, he filled his mouth with her breast and pounded his hips to hers until they both exploded.

  Cosmic winds whirled around them, hurtled them through space, and flung them back into their bodies. The physical world exploded into his senses like a supernova. Charla’s hair brushed his cheek, her naked flesh pressed the length of his body, and her presence filled him with peace.

  A moment later she rolled to face him, blue eyes filled with happiness and mischief. “Padraic, I need you to teach me how to be a pirate.”

  Laughter bubbled from his chest. “I’m retired.”

  “Not anymore.”

  Unable to resist the temptation, he fastened his lips to hers for a kiss that left them both breathless. His cock, which he wasn’t sure had survived the last explosion, rose to attention between his legs, more than eager for another go.

  With a knowing smile, Charla rolled him onto his back and straddled his hips. Her core throbbed around the head of his shaft, hot and inviting. “Are you going to help me or not?”

  “What do you need to blow up?” He knew he couldn’t resist her, and he wanted her hot cunt riding him far more than he dreaded her answer.

  Charla let her head drop onto her shoulders and opened for him, took him so deep he wasn’t sure where he left off and she began. “Three factories on Anthea where they make and distribute the suppressant. Only three elders are trusted with the locations of all three. My aunt was one of them.”

  He lifted his hips to tease her and was rewarded by her inner muscles clamping around his cock. Struggling for breath, he surged beneath her. “The… chemical… that… suppresses… your… magic?”

  “Aye.”

  Padraic froze as understanding dawned. “If you destroy the factories, the natural abilities of every Moon Warrior on Anthea will awaken.”

  “Exactly.” Charla rose above him until his cock was nearly free, then slowly slid down his length again. “It’ll be absolute chaos in a matter of weeks.”

  “Aye. A revolution.”

  Charla smiled down at him. “I like the sound of that. Then I can begin the search for my sons.” Leaning over to kiss him, she stopped just as their lips touched. “And Padraic?”

  “What?”

  “I’m going to keep you.”

  Padraic rolled Charla onto her back and held her hands captive over her head. Grinding his hips against hers, he smiled. They were bound by blood and magic. Nothing, not even death, could take her from him now.

  The End

  For now.

  House of Moons 3: The Slave

  Wild, unpredictable Princess Kamara Lonriev has allowed everyone to believe she’s been captured by intergalactic slavers when in fact she is setting a trap. She’ll do anything to make sure she gets her man, including using her magic to manipulate the memories of those she meets. Tracking a Sentinel, a royal spy, wanted for murder is risky -- especially when she discovers this man is immune to her magic. She’s going to need every trick in the trade to bring him to justice.

  Tobiath is determined to expose and punish the traitor who framed him. Kamara seems to be the perfect bait to draw the real murderer out of hiding. But neither Tobiath nor his “bait” counts on the explosive chemistry between them, the call of magic and blood. They’re both going to learn the hard way that love and duty don’t always mix.

  Kara Fey

  Kara started writing at the tender age of eleven, and was never smart enough to stop. Now she battles the craft of writing like it’s an addiction,
an obsession, or a psychiatric/chemical imbalance. (It’s probably all three.) She especially believes this when all her characters are running around in her head demanding their stories be told. There’s probably a medical term for that…

  Kara can’t stand wimpy heroes and heroines, so her characters are strong willed, intelligent people who aren’t afraid to take chances. We all need a little taste of that kind of courage and fantasy in life. Her one wish is that readers will enjoy her stories!

  For more about Kara’s world, please visit her website at www.KaraFey.com