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An Excerpt From: KALINA’S DISCOVERY
© Copyright
CHEYENNE McCRAY & MACKENZIE McKADE, 2006.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave, Inc.
“You said earlier you planned to make up for what you have
missed.” He cupped her breast and began to gently knead the soft globe.
“What is it you missed?”
She glanced down at his hand and smiled. “Intimacy.”
Then her smile faded. “Mikaela and I have been somewhat isolated.”
Ah…yes. Kalina had been with the Tarok kings’ sister of
late. He circled the sorceress’s rosy nipple with his finger, enjoying the
shiver that went through her. Had Mikaela been a bad influence? Or perhaps
Kalina had been unattached for too long—she needed a Master.
Eral rolled Kalina’s nipple between his fingers. Her
dark heavy lashes swept her high cheekbones. “You have missed a man’s
touch—his dominance.” He shifted so that more of his body covered hers,
immobilizing her.
Her brows pulled together as if she thought hard on his
question. “Yes. But I do not wish to be mastered any longer. I enjoy my
freedom.”
Oh, she does, does she? He casually brushed her
words aside with a light laugh. Kalina was more than a born submissive, and
he intended to explore that territory with her. His desire was to fuck her,
dominate her.
She frowned. “You find something humorous in my words?”
He shrugged the shoulder not pressed to the ground. “Men
dominate women completely. That is the way of our world.” Then he tweaked
her nipple, causing her to gasp.
Tension played in her jaws as they snapped shut. In a
single breath, she said, “Not Mikaela’s, not the Tarok queens’, and
certainly not Abby’s.”
The sorceress was adorable when she was unsettled. Her
eyes were like molten lava beneath glass. Her small chin rose sharply.
Gods, he wanted to fuck her again.
With a sigh, he rolled over onto his back and stared up
at the sapphires sparkling in the ceiling, watching light and shadows dance
across them. “These women you speak of are not from our world. The males in
their previous world are confused. They have lost control of their
universe, including their women.”
“Mikaela is not from the same world as Abby or the Tarok
queens.” Her voice rose sharply.
He rolled back to his side, placing his palm beneath his
head once again. With a single sweep he scanned Kalina’s pinched face.
“Yes, and this woman attempted to kill her brothers, their wives and their
children.”
Kalina narrowed her gaze. “As you know, Mikaela was
under Balin’s mind-control. She did not choose to do all that she did.”
Eral dismissed Kalina’s comment. It was clear to him
that Kalina was misdirected. She needed someone to guide her back into
their world of Dominance and submission.
And there was no denying it, the woman’s heat called to
him in an unsettling manner. It was like an undertow drawing him to her.
With the unity of Lord Kir and Abby, Eral’s own need to mate had been
triggered.
Strange. His life had been one of pleasure with whomever
and wherever he chose. The thought made him smile as he rose to his feet
and looked down upon Kalina. Life was meant to be enjoyed—savored.
“Kneel,” he ordered.
As if it was second nature to Kalina, she moved quickly
to obey his command. Then a wave of concern crept across her face. Instead
of casting her eyes to the ground like a good sub, she met his gaze
head-on. Her amber stare pulled at him, as if a blanket of magic covered
him, willing him to drown in their golden depths. He could get lost in
those molten pools.
Yet he would not.
Mentally he shook his head. It was his trial to endure.
Eral loved women to distraction. His father had said it would be his
downfall. Still, he could not resist their allure, their scents and warm
bodies, satin skin and silky hair, and their soft cries of ecstasy as he
brought them to climax.
It was what he lived for.
His sac filled with blood, stretching and extending his
cock. The pleasant ache was welcomed. There was nothing like being sheathed
in a tight ass, stroked by a wet mouth, cradled in a warm quim, or having
the taste of a female upon his tongue.
Yes. Eral loved women, especially when they were bound
for his pleasure, as the one before him would soon be.
He began a slow pace around Kalina as she remained
kneeling. She had a sensuous, exotic mien about her. He made a full circle
and faced her once again.
With the wild ideas that were apparently floating around
in her head, he wondered whether she would bend to his will. Or would she
fight him as Abby had Kir? The thought held an excitement he had not known
existed. Would he enjoy conquering an obstinate woman?
He was a Prince. Subjects bowed to his demands. Women
fell at his feet. Whatever he wanted—he got. “Do you want me to fuck you
again, little witch?”
Kalina’s nostrils flared. Her puckered nipples did not
lie, his words had aroused her. “Yes, but I will not be collared or bound.
We will share in equal pleasure.”
Equal? He raised one brow. What a quaint idea. Still it
was only female fancies. The little witch deceived herself if she did not
admit pleasure in being dominated.
Lord Kir expressed how Kalina enjoyed being ruled by the
Tarok kings, not to mention multiple partners. Tension gripped his
shoulders and neck with the thought of her being with other men. Why? He
had no idea. Still his fingers curled into fists. “Hmmm…” he muttered,
dipping his head side to side and rolling his shoulders to shake off the
strange tightness in his muscles.
In the past he had strived for no ties—no commitments.
His life was one of freedom and amusement. Lawl, his eldest brother, held
the throne of Atlantis and the responsibilities that went with it.
Exactly how Eral liked it. His pursuits were of a female
persuasion.
He was, for all intents and purposes, the king’s
spare—a substitute—should anything happen to his brother. Yet Lawl was
healthy and sound of mind. Lawl was to marry a beautiful woman from the
Kingdom of Incasha located to the far east of Atlantis’ boundaries. The
King of Incasha had been a lifelong ally with Eral’s father, before he
passed on. The union of Lawl and Mirus had been sealed at birth.
Unconsciously, Eral slid his knuckles along the curve of
Kalina’s jawline. “So soft. So lovely.” The need to touch the sorceress was
so strong that his anger rose. What the hell is wrong with me?
Lately, he had been on edge, as if his world was
shifting. Several months before his father’s death, his sire had berated
him on his roguish ways. Warned him that the time would come when he would
need to mate and settle down. With Kalina’s arrival the intensity of his
disquiet had risen to an all-time high. Whenever he was around her, he
could not resist feeling her skin beneath his hand. She was forever
invading his thoughts, stirring his emotions and stealing what control he
desperately held on to. The air filled with her scent and it lingered everywhere,
haunting him. Never had he lusted for a woman to the point it bordered
obsession.
And not any woman—this particular woman—a weretiger and
seer.
Impossible.
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