This is my first time here and look forward to seeing all the wonderful snippets from these great writers. I offer you Soul Fire a paranormal historical on pre-order until December 1st. So without further ado here is my offering for this weeks fare.
She couldn’t help but
be drawn to him. His massive body hummed with male aggression and dominance, a
perfect counterpoint to her femininity. Long, thick hair caught on a small
breeze, lifting away from a face of sharp angles and shadows. Moonlight touched
upon him like a lover’s hand, casting him in silver, a god come to earth to
claim her.
A fanciful thought to
be sure, yet by his intense regard of her, mayhap she had the truth of it.
He strode toward her
with an unnatural grace, her pulse raced with every step toward her. He
reminded her of a predator, more animal than man. Her heart slammed hard
against her ribs, her breathing labored as she watched him approach, forced to
tilt her head up as he stopped before her. The glen suddenly seemed too small
to contain such a powerful being. He slowly held out one hand to her, her eyes
riveted to the long fingers. High born, not one of calloused palms from
laboring in fields, but smooth, soft.
Her hand reached for
his of its own accord, watching as his swallowed her much smaller one. Warmth
spread from her fingers up her arm as he pulled her up to her feet with a
gentle tug. His nostrils flared as she stood mere breath betwixt them.
A rumble rose deep
within his chest and she trembled. Not from fear, nay it ’twas desire which
throbbed in exquisite anticipation, her body pitched upon a precipice from
which there would be no return. The hunger from moments ago flowed hotter; his
male scent of windswept seas and cedar mixed with an undertone of musk caressed
her.
A moan escaped her as
she took him into her lungs, her body softening, her core turning into molten
liquid. Her ears roared as blood surged through and scalded her veins. Her body
prepared for his, even as her normally logical mind struggled to reason through
such a reaction with little luck.
The only clarity she
could summon held sway of her emotions, for in the very marrow of her bones she
knew this male was hers. If only for Beltane. The gods saw fit to give her a gift.
Drakkan spoke of being the hope of his children. She would grasp this with both
hands, hold it tight for this one
moment, and have the memories to warm her on lonely nights. For once, she would
take something for herself and face the consequences on the morrow.
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