by Jasmine Walt
Tariel frowned, pulling herself out of the moment a bit so she could concentrate. Summoning her magic, she envisioned an invisible bubble wrapping around the tent, preventing sound from coming in or out. A second later, she felt some of her magic leave her, and the air around them rippled.
“There we go,” he said as the thundering noise of the waterfall died to a barely audible roar. “Now we can begin.”
“No,” Tariel said, giving him a wicked grin. She looked at his clothes, summoning more magic, and after a few seconds of concentration, they vanished off his body. “Now we can begin.”
“You little minx!” Yarim laughed, his eyes gleaming with wicked delight. Tariel eagerly drank up his body—he was perfection, dark skin poured over strong muscles that gleamed in the dim light. A light dusting of dark hairs covered his strong chest and tapered across his abdomen into a thin trail that led…
“Do you like what you see?” Yarim asked, sounding amused.
Tariel raised an eyebrow. “I might like it better if I could touch it.”
“All in good time,” he assured her. He slid his hands beneath her skirt, and Tariel thought he would nudge her legs open. But instead, those strong, warm hands glided up the outsides of her thighs, then over her hips, lifting her dress as he went.
“There we go,” he breathed as he pushed her dress up over her head. His eyes darkened with lust as he surveyed her naked form for the first time, and he stared so long that Tariel wondered if he was committing every curve and line to memory. But she did not mind—in fact, her skin grew hotter everywhere that hungry gaze touched her, until she was aching and swollen for him.
“Please,” she said, reaching for him again. “I want you to touch me.”
He covered her body with his, and Tariel moaned at the skin-to-skin contact. This was the first time their bodies had touched without any barrier between them, and she wanted to wrap her arms around him and hold him close, savoring the feel of his hard, muscular frame molding to her softness.
But Yarim did not stay there for long. He went to work on her with his hands and mouth, exploring every swell and crevice of her body. He worshipped her breasts for a good long time, lavishing attention on her sensitive nipples, but he spent time on other areas too, seeking out sensitive spots that Tariel didn’t even know she had. Her body quaked and shivered with each hot, sensual touch, until she felt that every single part of her body was awake and screaming for more.
“Ahh,” he said, finally sinking a hand between her thighs. Tariel whimpered as the tips of his fingers grazed her folds, sending little shocks of pleasure through her. “You’re so wet,” he growled, sliding two fingers inside her. “I bet you’re burning for me, aren’t you, Tariel?”
“Yes,” she moaned, arching into him. But he used his free hand to hold her hips down, refusing to let her drive the pace. “Please,” she whimpered. “More.”
Tariel expected him to thrust his fingers in and out of her, but instead he curled them in, pushing against her inner walls. Her eyes flew wide as he hit a hidden sweet spot, sending an unexpected jolt of pleasure through her.
“Found it.” He grinned, his face lighting up. “Do you like that?”
“Yes!” she gasped, fisting her hands in the bedroll. “Can you do it again?”
He laughed, then flexed his fingers again, rapidly repeating the motion. Tariel bucked wildly against his hand, mindlessly seeking the intense waves of sensation he created with each press of his fingers. She had already been pleasantly surprised by how good sex with Riann and Calrain was, but what Yarim was doing to her right now far surpassed her expectations.
“Come for me,” he growled, pressing his thumb against the sweet spot hidden in her folds. The combination was too great for Tariel to resist, and she shattered, screaming his name so loud she knew Riann and Calrain would have heard if not for the privacy bubble. Her body shook from the force of her climax, her vision blurred, and her legs went completely boneless.
“Excellent,” Yarim said, and she could hear the grin in his voice. “Let’s see how many times we can do that.”
Tariel blinked, trying to rise onto her elbows. “I—” she began, but Yarim lowered himself between her legs, spreading them wide. Tariel groaned as his hot mouth closed over her sex, licking and sucking at her until her head fell back against the bed roll, her body surrendering itself to him. She wanted him inside her, and yet she was powerless to resist as he brought her to climax again and again, using nothing but his hands and his mouth.
“Please,” she begged after he’d sent her over the edge for the fifth time, “I want you.”
He raised a dark eyebrow. “What part of me do you want?” he asked, a challenge in his voice.
Tariel met his gaze boldly. “Your cock,” she said, shaping her lips around the word for the first time. “Inside me. Now.” She knew he expected her to stammer like a shrinking violet, and even though she was still fairly innocent, she refused to give him the satisfaction.
He laughed. “Spoken like a true mage.” He crawled up her body. “There is nothing more attractive to me than a woman who is not afraid to tell her man what she wants,” he said in a voice that was pure sin.
He thrust inside her then, and Tariel moaned his name as pleasure rippled through her. His cock stretched and filled her completely, briefly satisfying the deep ache pulsing at her core. Gasping, she wrapped her legs around his hips and drew him even deeper inside her.
“Gods,” he groaned, his eyelids sliding to half-mast. His face hovered just above hers, taut with strain. “I almost let go right then and there. No woman has ever done that to me before.”
Tariel’s heart swelled with pride at those words. “I suppose you’d better get moving then,” she suggested, digging her nails into his shoulder blades.
“Indeed.” He gave her a wolfish smile as he pulled out, nearly all the way, until only the tip of him remained inside her. Tariel watched with bated breath as he hung there for a moment, expecting him to slam back into her. But instead, he merely teased her with shallow thrusts, just missing her sweet spot each time.
“Stop torturing me,” Tariel growled. She hooked her ankles at the small of his back. “Unless you don’t intend on making it out of this tent with your parts intact.”
Yarim’s shoulders shook with laughter, but then he gasped as Tariel squeezed her legs, pushing him deep inside her. His violet eyes sparked with fiery lust, and he bit down on Tariel’s neck as he increased the pace, slamming all the way into her with each thrust.
“Yes,” Tariel groaned, losing herself to the frenzy. They made love with a wild ferocity, bodies grinding, nails clawing, lips mashing, until Tariel could barely remember who she was anymore.
When the climax finally hit them, it blindsided Tariel completely, drenching her in sensation. Yarim shouted her name, finding his release, and pure power spilled from her, stronger than anything she’d ever felt before. The bond snapped into place, intensifying her pleasure and deepening her affection as her new lover’s thoughts and feelings washed over her.
“That…” Yarim croaked, his eyes shining as he pulled back to look at her. His entire body was glowing, and he looked reborn. “I’ve heard the stories of what happens when a man joins a mage’s harem, but I never thought it would be like this. I feel like a new man.”
Tariel beamed up at him. “And I feel like a new woman.” She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. Indeed, she felt different now that a third bond pulsed within her. She could feel Yarim’s awe and reverence as intensely as if it were her own, mingled with pleasure and satisfaction.
There was no question about it now. He was hers.
“I could stand to do that again,” Yarim said, nuzzling her neck. Tariel laughed, but she could already feel him growing hard again. Was there no end to this man’s stamina?
She opened her mouth to ask Yarim that very question when Calrain barged into the tent, his eyes wild. “Tariel!”
“What is it
?” Tariel shot upright, pushing Yarim off her. Calrain’s face was white with fear, and when he did not react even the slightest bit at the sight of her bare breasts, her stomach went leaden. Something was very wrong. “Where is Riann?”
“Didn’t either of you hear me yelling for you?” Calrain shouted, his face red with anger. “Or feel anything through the bond?”
“I—” Tariel’s hand went to her heart as she turned her attention inward. She had felt nothing but Yarim while she was making love to him, and when their bond snapped into place, the new sensations had overwhelmed her, blocking out anything else. But now that she was paying attention, she could feel Calrain’s fear and anger. And Riann…
“He is hurt,” she said, her blood icing over. “Hurt, and angry. Where is he?”
“Gone,” Calrain choked out. “The bandits who survived tracked us.”
“What happened?” Yarim asked, already shoving his feet into his pants legs. Guilt was written all over his face, and Tariel knew he felt terrible for asking her to engage the privacy bubble. “Did you fight them together?”
“No,” Calrain said bitterly. “I wanted to help, but Riann hit me over the head and hid me in the bushes, then went out to confront them alone. I don’t know what he did or said to them, but when I came to, he was gone. They have him, Tariel. They took him from us.”
“Not for long,” Tariel said, clenching her fists. Magic surged through her veins, stronger than ever now that she had added a third man to her harem. She would not cower in the cave while those cowardly criminals made off with one of her men. They would get Riann back, no matter the cost.
To be continued…
Tariel’s journey will continue in DEN OF THIEVES, coming March 2018! Click the link below if you’d like to receive a notification when the book is live on Amazon:
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Also by Jasmine Walt
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Marked by Magic
Betrayed by Magic
Deceived by Magic
Scorched by Magic
Taken by Magic
The Baine Chronicles: Fenris’s Story:
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Claimed by Magic
Saved by Magic
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The Gatekeeper Chronicles:
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About the Author
JASMINE WALT is obsessed with books, chocolate, and sharp objects. Somehow, those three things melded together in her head and transformed into a desire to write, usually fantastical stuff with a healthy dose of action and romance. Her characters are a little (okay, a lot) on the snarky side, and they swear, but they mean well. Even the villains sometimes. When she isn’t chained to her keyboard, you can find her practicing her triangle choke on the jujitsu mat, spending time with her family, or binge-watching superhero shows on Netflix. You can learn more about her at www.jasminewalt.com, and join her Facebook reader group HERE for exclusive cover reveals, excerpts, ARC copies, and more!