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  Aden’s commanding voice makes the butterflies in her belly fly around in circles.

  “Now, raise your left foot.”

  When she lifts her foot, Aden slides her remaining shoe off, exposing her pink polished toes.

  Aden rises then stands in front of her. “Remove your bra.”

  Sophia takes a step back. She slides her hands up to the front closure of the strapless black lacy bra she’s wearing. She unlatches the hook then lets the garment slide down her frame. Goose bumps wash across her body, and her nipples harden then stand erect.

  The corners of Aden’s lips curl upward. He motions for her to remove her black lacy panties.

  Looping her thumbs under the elastic fabric, Sophia slides the garment down her hips until the panties glide down her legs.

  “God, Sophia. You’re beautiful.” Aden guides her to the bed. “Lie down.”

  The mattress shifts, and the sound of paper tearing wafts in the air. Sophia’s brows shoot upward. She looks over her shoulder and finds Aden sitting on the edge of the bed. The muscles in his back ripple and contract each time he moves.

  Aden lies down on the bed and wraps his arms around Sophia’s body, pulling her to his lean, muscular frame. He positions her above his body.

  Sophia straddles him. The head of his penis gently strokes her clit. Hands on her waist, Aden slowly eases her down over his erect shaft. Inch by inch, he slides her down around him, allowing her body time to adjust.

  Taking hold of her hips, he guides Sophia up and down, moving in a steady rhythm. She closes her eyes. The tension builds in the pit of her belly, and she moans. Pulling her legs inward, Sophia presses her thighs against him.

  Aden slips a hand between their bodies and strokes her slick, wet clit. Sophia exhales a ragged breath and holds his gaze.

  “Don’t stop moving.” Aden guides her body back up his hard shaft then back down again. “No matter what I do, don’t stop.”

  Sliding a hand between her legs, once more, he resumes stroking her clit. Sophia closes her eyes. She comes back down around Aden’s firm shaft and swivel her hips. Aden’s fingertip slides up under the hood of her clit, stimulate the throbbing, sensitive nub in a steady, circular motion.

  “Oh, please. I want to come.”

  Aden releases her.

  A whimper fills the room. It takes a moment for Sophia to realize the sound came from her lips.

  She’s drawn into Aden’s arms, and he rocks their bodies back and forth. Moving her legs, Sophia pumps her body up and down, matching the intensity of Aden’s upward thrusts.

  He rotates her hips to the side, slightly, each time she comes back down. The head of his erect penis rubs against the sensitive nerve endings inside her body, and she moans. Aden quickens their pace. Sophia arches her back and her body shudders.

  Aden wraps his arms around Sophia drawing her to his chest. Cupping her chin, Aden nibbles on her lips. He slides his hands down her back and over her buttocks.

  “Lay on your stomach,” Aden commands.

  After Sophia rolls to her stomach, Aden sits up. He presses his lips to her lower back then slides her left knee and leg up and outward, exposing her to him. Slipping a hand between her legs, he caresses her clit.

  A plethora of pleasure begins to build, and she grinds her hips. “Oh, please.”

  Aden positions himself between her legs then slides up her body. He thrusts his hard cock inside her, stretching her, filling her with his girth then stills his movement.

  When Aden begins to move, again, a moan escapes Sophia’s parted lips. She closes her eyes and grips the pillow under her head. Each time Aden thrusts forward, the head of his erect cock applies steady pressure, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings of her body.

  “Oh. My. God! How are you doing that? Oh, God, that feels wonderful.”

  “Damn. That feels good,” Aden says. “Your body is so hot and receptive. I can feel your muscles contracting.”

  “Oh, God. Please. I want to come.” Her breath quickens.

  “Then come for me.” Aden’s voice is deep and commanding.

  Aden increases his forward momentum, rocking their bodies back and forth, faster and faster.

  Sophia whimpers.

  He wraps an arm around her body then nibbles on the crook of her neck. Her body shudders, caught in the pre-thralls of an orgasm.

  A plethora of pleasure sparks from deep within that implodes. Her muscles contract in sexual release, and her body rides a tidal wave of pleasure.

  Aden is the first to move. He gently eases his shaft from her body then stretches out on the bed. Wrapping his arms around Sophia’s body, he draws her into his arms. Aden claims her lips in a soft, tender kiss.

  Her eyes brim with tears.

  “Are you okay?” Aden appraises her with keen eyes.

  Sophia nods, unable to trust her voice to speak.

  “Did I hurt you or scare you?”

  She shakes her head.

  Gently, Aden wipes away the tears spilling onto her cheek. “Then, why the tears?”

  “I missed you.” She stares into Aden’s eyes.

  Aden draws her to his chest and kisses her cheek.

  Closing her eyes, Sophia breathes in his familiar scent. The sound of his beating heart is comforting. Her body relaxes, and she drifts off in his arms.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Aden Clarkson

  THE SOUND OF BREATHING resonates around him. Slowly, his eyes open. He rolls over onto his side and comes eye to eye with Sophia. He stretches out his legs, takes a deep breath, and then he sighs.

  Sophia scoots next to him. Her lips curl up into a smile that brightens her eyes. Cradling her to his chest, Aden tenderly kisses her lips. He lace his fingers through her curly, dark hair and pull her face closer.

  Aden runs a hand down her back and cups her bare ass then pulls her against his firm erection. “I was waiting for you to wake up.”

  “Were you now?” She looks around the room then frowns.

  “What’s wrong?” He kisses her lips.

  “Where’s Thor?” She scrunches her nose. “I thought I heard him barking.”

  “Logan came by and picked him up. He wanted to check out a few things early this morning, so he swung by before heading off.”

  “You mean the bookstore?”

  “Yes. But we’ll join him later.”

  Aden takes hold of Sophia’s left leg, pulling her knee up and over his hip. Slowly, he rolls onto his back, drawing her on top of him. He tears open a square, foil package. Placing a hand on each side of the condom, he pinches the rolled ring between the thumb and fingers of his right hand.

  Gently, he unrolls the clear condom down over his index finger to the first bend. He pinches the tip between his fingers then rolls the condom down over the head of his erect cock.

  Sophia slides her hands up and over Aden’s thighs, which makes the muscles in his legs flex. With a smile, she unrolls the condom down the remaining length of his shaft.

  Peering into her eyes, he lifts her hips up and off his legs then reposition her body above him. Slowly, he slides her body down, easing his cock inside her. The corners of her lips curl upward. Her body moves up and down in a steady motion.

  Aden’s hands slide over Sophia’s hips then up her body. Sitting up, he caresses her breast. He takes a nipple into his mouth and suckles. Sophia arches her back and moans, softly. Her muscles contract in the thralls of an orgasm, squeezing his cock; milking him.

  He thrusts his hips upward, bouncing her up into the air. Aden drinks in the scent of her arousal. The head of his cock throbs. He’s close. He continues to thrust deep inside her. When the release comes, it makes his body shudder. When he finally stills his movement, Aden pulls her to his chest and cradles her in his arms.

  “Good morning.” She yawns then smiles.

  “I could get used to this.” Aden gently strokes her back.

  “Get used to what?” She quivers and goose bumps wash up and down
her body under his tender touch.

  “Waking up to your beautiful face every morning.” Aden tenderly kisses her lips.

  “You know what?” Sophia grins. “You’re right.”

  “About what?” He caresses her cheek. “You having a beautiful face?”

  “No. Not that.” She laughs, and her breasts brush against him. “Waking up like this because it’s nice.”

  “I’m glad you agree, Sophia.” Aden studies her face, searching her eyes. “I want you to consider a more permanent relationship. I’d like us to live together.”

  “What if I don’t want to live here...in your apartment?”

  “I don’t care where we live as long as you’re with me.” Aden gazes at her. “We can move to Boston or wherever you want to attend school until you finish. What do you say?”

  Sophia lightly kisses his lips. “Honestly, I’d like that,” she finally replies.

  Aden tightens his hold on her body then exhales a ragged breath. He didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath, waiting for Sophia to answer. Inhaling, he breathes in her familiar scent. It is part of him now, and it always will be.

  Holding her in his arms offers a measure of comfort he thought he’d never desire, want, or need. He smiles to himself because right now, there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.

  When he’s holding her in his arms, he feels at I’m home. Sophia completes him, makes him whole—makes him feel human, again. And it’ll be a cold day in hell before he lets anyone come between them ever again.

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  The Witch and the Warrior

  Witches of Ulyss series Book 1

  By Crystal Dawn

  2015 Copyright by Crystal Dawn

  Edited by Eagle Editing

  The Witch and the Warrior by Crystal Dawn

  Prologue

  Once a powerful force in the world, the witches of Ulyss have now been hunted nearly to extinction. The few that remain are either in hiding or chattel to the rich or powerful that use them either for their magical talent or exotic beauty. On a world that has sank into a primitive state, the strong rule and they take what they want and keep it by force.

  The rulers in the east are trying to bring peace and order to a world led by barbarians. They are strong disciplined fighters but they are severely out numbered. They need allies, but they are hard come by. If things don’t change soon, their whole world will dissolve into chaos.

  Near the armies of the east, Roxen is held by the evil lord Knorris who allies with the west. He uses her magic but she refuses to yield to him between the sheets. He has no hostage to use against her but he will never stop trying to possess her.

  General Jorge of the east is ill. He hangs near death prompting desperate actions by his second in command. A small shift in power is about to take place if they are successful and their target has the skills they need.

  Chapter One

  The General

  Adame looked at his mentor General Jorge with sad eyes. His ashen face and his slow labored breathing heralded the end if something wasn’t done soon. He had sent his best men on a mission to bring back what he hoped would result in a cure. He had no idea what had brought his formerly robust leader to the brink of death in just a few days. It was a mystery he hoped to solve with the help that should be here any time.

  He would admit this man, while barely older than he was, had been like a father to him. He had pulled him off the streets and taught him to be a man and a soldier. He had elevated him to a position of second in the finest army the East had and he owed him his very existence. He knew better than anyone that he’d not have lived long in the place that he was at that time in his life. Friends died all around him from illness and they even killed each other for something as small as a meal or a blanket.

  He heard a disturbance in the hallway and he prayed to all the gods and goddesses that she had arrived. He detested what she was, what she stood for but this had taken a powerful weapon from the enemy and hopefully would save a man he cared a great deal about. A man they could never hope to win without.

  His illness wasn’t natural and his cure wouldn’t be either. He watched as his men carried in the female and laid her next to the general as if her mere presence would cure him. He could see what drew Knorris to this witch. She was a beautiful whore. Her long golden hair curled around her delicate face. Her creamy pale skin invited a touch to see if it was as soft as it looked. Her eyes were closed but he remembered looking in their swirling blue depths as she cast the spell that pushed his men back during one battle. She could have killed them, but he had reasoned she must have had a use for them and wanted them alive. Perhaps they needed slaves?

  Now she would be their slave. She would do what she was told or she would die a horrible painful death. Once she slept off the drug they had given her, he would tell her what she had to do in order to live. He left the room, she was suitably restrained by the collar her lord had placed on her and the chains they had put in place so he had no fear she would cause them any harm. The male next to her hung to life by a thread so there was no reason for her to harm him.

  He left to see to the duties that had now become his own. He could never hope to do what his mentor was able to. He had the strength of a herd of wigets, big strong beasts that were used to carry massive loads, and the bravery of a dyon, a beast that would attack anything even those much larger and stronger. He was smarter than the colley, a beast so cunning it could outsmart anything. It needed to because it was small and weak. This man he admired was needed by his world. Without him, he feared the evil would triumph and darkness would rule.

  He left to attend a meeting with his officers. The west would attack to try to reclaim the witch. Knorris was greatly attached to her and he wouldn’t let her go without a fight. He’d need his men to be prepared for the offensive that was surely coming their way. Once that was done, he would come back and confront the she witch and wrest the assistance from her they needed. He hated leaving Jorg alone, but he had to see to this now.

  He walked to the meeting room where they all sat waiting. He knew they wanted to hear about how the general was doing and what was being done but he felt the need for the utmost secrecy. Someone had gotten through their guard to do this, whatever it was and he would trust only the general’s personal guard and even them only when absolutely needed. Like he had needed them today to fetch the witch. She had caused them many problems shifting the battle in her lord’s favor more than once. They should have gone after her a long time ago. Maybe if they’d had her, this wouldn’t have happened.

  They all looked at him as if he had all the answers and the responsibility weighed heavily on his shoulders. His gaze searched the room finding those closest to him where they sat farthest away from him. Next to him sat his two least favored and least trustworthy officers. He kept them close at hand to keep a close eye on them. That’s what the general always did. He was the wisest man he’d ever known so he chose to emulate him whenever possible.

  He worried about what was happening with the general even as he tried to fill his boots. “I’m glad you are all here,” he spoke getting to the heart of the matter. “Our spies have infiltrated the enemy and removed some valuable items that I am sure he’ll soon be in search of. Everyone needs to be alert and aware of anything happening with our area or the surrounding perimeter. If anything, regardless of how small happens, I expect to hear of it.”

  He knew better to ask for questions as he stared into the eyes of each warrior in the room. He couldn’t answer any of them anyway. He’d just given them all the information they needed to do what had to be done. Anything else was sensitive information that could risk the general’s recovery, if that was even possible.

  “Adame, how is the general doing?” asked Fevor, his second most disliked officer.

  Fevor was not just disliked by those that answered to him but by his superiors and his equals. It was a matter of politics. His father was a lord who in his youth had b
een a war hero. The ability and leadership skills apparently had passed Fevor by but his father refused to see the weakness and corruption in his son’s very soul.

  “When last I saw him, he was barely with us. I must hope, but I find it harder to with every passing moment,” he admitted.

  Fevor patted him on the back as if they were friends which they weren’t and had never been. Maybe it was because he hated the man, but he swore he saw satisfaction in his eyes. Could he be to blame for the general’s condition? Fevor reminded him of a weenel because of his beady eyes and pinched look. It was in his face and in his behavior, weenels were sneaky and cowards at heart. They were small shifty creatures. They would only attack another when it was distracted or wounded. He admitted that Fevor wasn’t the only one who would benefit in a rise of position if the general were to never leave his bed alive. Half the men in this room would find their circumstances temporarily improved.

  He said temporary because they would be promoted and receive a raise in pay just in time for the enemy to destroy their army and kill or enslave all of them. He wasn’t a poor leader, but neither did he have the courage and brilliance that the general did. He was perfectly content to live his whole life in the second position of power because that life would be much longer than the one lived without the general to call the shots. He loved the man like he would have a father had he had one. They were friends, even the general would admit to that. He had a loyalty to him that would never falter because of his ability to lead, his fairness, and his incredible fighting skills. But if that were not enough reason to fight to keep the man alive, Adame knew deep down to his soul, that the general was their only hope for victory.

  He thought of the witch and how proud his mentor would be when he found out they’d captured her. That was if he lived. He needed to make his way back to him because he knew that the time in which anyone could save him was running out. He hurried down the hall and made it to the bedroom where the general and the witch whore were. He hated having to let the female live with all the evil she’d done but even if he’d not needed her to heal the general, he knew her spells would give them an advantage against the enemy. That was if they could trust her to do as she was told.