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Behind The Enchanted Door |
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Copyright, Arianna Hart |
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All Rights Reserved |
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1-4199-0394-2 |
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Note: Arianna Hart's Books are intended
for those readers 18 years old or older. |
Excerpt :
"Joining ceremony? Hold on a second, Trigger. I'm not going to any
joining ceremony. I'm taking a bath and going to sleep for a week.
Then I'm going to eat my weight in peanut butter." What the hell was
he talking about?
"You do indeed need rest and food but first we shall discuss our
future."
"Hello! Are you deaf? Have you not heard a word I said? There isn't
going to be an ‘our' in the future."
"Oh, but there you are wrong, my love."
"I am not your love!" A fluttery feeling twisted in her stomach even
as she said the words.
"Yes. You are. And even if I wished to give you more time to grow
accustomed to the fact, we don't have it. You heard what Lartu said.
If I don't take you for my mate you will be banished. And with
Su'are on the loose that is tantamount to a death sentence."
Banished? In a world that she didn't know the first thing about.
Where fairies flitted all over the place and people changed into
animals at the drop of a hat. Cripes. "Isn't there some sort of
engagement period? Some time for us to get to know each other before
we're joined?" Somehow Kaleen didn't think there was a divorce court
anywhere near by.
"You will have a week to prepare for the ceremony but my love, we
already know each other. Your soul knows we belong together. Your
heart knows you belong to me, even if your mind is not yet ready to
admit it."
"Pretty damn sure of yourself aren't you, Trigger?" She belonged to
herself, not to any man. Or horse for that matter.
"I am sure of you. Your spirit cannot lie." His eyes burned into
hers and tension came off him in waves. It was as if he thought he
could force her to believe him by the strength of his will.
Kaleen took a step back. The determination on his face frightened
her with its intensity. That it was directed at her was doubly
scary. The heat from that searing blue gaze fired her blood and sent
her pussy into spasms. How was she supposed to fight him and her
body?
"I don't want to be tied with anyone for the rest of my life. I just
want to be alone and paint."
"My love, you weren't meant to be alone. You have a passion inside
of you that only I can tame. You belong with me."
Jo'naz stepped closer to her so she backed up a few more paces. He
was so damn insistent that she was his long lost mate. It was like
arguing with a brick wall. A very sexy, muscular brick wall. In
tight, soft pants that showed off every one of his attributes. And
showed them off well.
"Ah, can I sleep on it?" she asked, stalling for time. She backed
against a table and stopped. Trapped.
"I will no longer be confined to your dreams, Kaleen." Jo'naz lifted
her hips onto the table and stepped between her legs.
He pulled her pelvis firmly against his. She felt his cock press
against her through the soft fabric of his pants. Her dress hiked to
the tops of her thighs and all that separated her core from that
steely shaft was the thin barrier of his pants. A wave of longing
washed through her, drenching her pussy in juices.
"Jo'naz, I don't think we should be doing this..." her words ended
with a gasp as he tipped her face up and kissed her.
His lips grazed hers gently at first, teasing her with their
nearness. When she didn't back away he pulled her closer,
intensifying the kiss. Jo'naz nibbled on her lower lip, drawing it
into his mouth and sucking on it. His tongue darted out and tangled
with her more than eager one.
Heat bloomed in her chest and spread out to encompass every atom of
her being. A tiny inferno started in her chest and burned through
her entire body. Especially between her legs.
The fire grew hotter as Jo'naz stroked her rib cage through her
dress. His fingers were so light and teasing she wanted to scream at
him to hurry! God, how she ached for the feel of his bare hands on
her breasts. They felt so full and heavy with want. Her nipples
pebbled up and rubbed against her dress, the friction made her
squirm with need. How much more could she take before she
spontaneously combusted?
Her agony increased as his rock-hard legs rubbed against her much
softer thighs. She could feel his cock so close to her waiting pussy
but not nearly close enough. Damn it, she wanted him so badly it
ached. One stroke. All it would take was one stroke of those
callused fingers and she'd be out of her misery.
Kaleen scooted closer and tried to rub herself against that
deliciously huge cock that stood just out of reach but Jo'naz
stopped her. One hand supported her while the other pushed her back
onto the table. His mouth covered her pointed nipple and sucked it
right through her dress. Kaleen arched her back, trying to get
closer to his lips. Her hips bucked in frustration. Too many
clothes! They were wearing too many clothes!
"Take off your pants!" she ordered, reaching for the tie that held
them up.
"Not until you're my mate." Jo'naz stopped touching her and stepped
away, leaving her cold and needy.
Her world exploded around her.
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