by Stacy Reid
She rested her forehead against his. “How I ache for you.” Then she reached between them and took his length in her soft palms. She couldn’t encircle his width with the delicate fingers of one hand, so she held his cock with both hands, shimmered down and lowered her mouth toward his jutting length which had risen above the water. His entire body clenched, anticipation shivering through him. That first hot stroke of her tongue had a growl slipping from him.
He pulled her up, his hands no longer gentle, though he fought to keep from bruising her with his strength.
“You forget your blood has changed me, touch me without the fear that I might break,” she teased, brushing against his mind with sweetness and passion.
He twisted with her, and she braced her hands on the bath. Gripping one edge of the tub, he braced his weight above her, using his other hand Lachlan arched her hips from the water and trailed his lips over the sparkling droplets of water down to her belly button so his tongue could take a leisurely dip. He went lower, tasting and breathing her aroused fragrance into his lungs. He lapped at her wet sex with a gentleness he hadn’t thought himself capable of, especially given the hunger flaming through his body.
“Lachlan!” She moaned his name in a needy voice that threatened to shatter his rigid control.
Rising above her, he flowed with the shadows, so she was once again on top, her knees bracketing his hips in the bath. He curved her body to his, pressed his length against her wet, scalding entrance and thrust upward. He entered her slowly, inch by, deliberately slow, inch, holding her still until she was seated fully on his throbbing length. Everything was wet, tight heat and pleasure so intense his entire body trembled.
“I love you,” she gasped, the stars in her eyes fracturing, powerful emotions pouring through their link, which had warped around them, burning them with fire.
He gripped her lush ass in his palms, urging her up, and then down, lifting her and dropping her again and again, gritting his teeth at the sublime ecstasy of her tight sheath. Her muscles clenched on his cock as he whispered his words of love against her lips. “I could taste you forever and need nothing else to sustain me, my mate.” Not blood, or negative energy. Just this woman herself.
Their minds merged. Her soul invaded his, peeling him down to the barest essence—the man linked within the darkness. She rode him, slow, but deep, her eyes opened on his. Her body was damp with sweat, her cheeks were flushed pink, her lips glistened with his taste, and her eyes burned with love and passion. The ache of her slow ride was sweet and terrible. His mate trembled, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. She took him, with slow, provocative rolls of her hips, their eyes connected, never closing, even when the pleasure threatened their sanity.
Passion rocked his body with jarring force. He curled his fingers around the nape of her neck and drew her closer. When he sank his fangs into the curve of her throat, he was gentle, showing restraint when he wanted to devour her. He drew her exquisite taste into him, and he fed her mind with his need of her, his love of her, and his promise that she would always be cherished.
He lifted his head. Her blood seeped from the two pinpricks and trickled down the creamy slope of her breast to her taut nipple. He cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing her nipples before he dipped his head and licked the blood from their berry ripeness.
A deep hum reverberating through their link and her scream of release rippled through his mind, and wetness bathed his cock. He pulled her closer, caging her in his arms, gliding his hand down her back to the curve of her buttocks where he gripped her.
“Ride harder.”
A small keening moan escaped her throat at his command. She grew slicker, her heart pounded, the scent of her arousal got spicier. Her fingers gripped his hair, and she rode him, sliding her wet, yet impossible tight pussy over his aching length.
The temptation of tasting him was a dark whisper in her soul.
“Drink of me.”
She dipped her head and kissed along the corded muscles of his shoulder. Small, wickedly sharp fangs stuck his neck. Lightning sizzled through his body. He jerked, water sloshed from the bath onto the floor. Another shockwave of pleasure washed through her and ecstasy crashed upon their senses. She shuddered, her pleasure ripping through her life fire as she climaxed on his cock, dragging his release from deep inside him.
He rolled over dipping into the shadows, taking her with him so that she sprawled across his chest as he appeared on her enormous bed. The smell of lavender and honeysuckle mixed with sex, hot and wild, lingered on the air and on her body. Satisfaction rumbled from him, and she smiled.
Lachlan wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. In the war to come, he would protect his love with all means possible.
“I know you will, but you won’t have to. I won’t be soft. I’ll be the steel to your blade even when it is merciless, the light to your darkness, and I will be your queen in all ways when needed.”
He’d never felt more content—or more complete.
The End
Glossary of Terms
Ageni: The order of death placed on a person by the King of their nation if judged a traitor.
Aria: The Kingdom of Earth and Sands. The hardest know metal—Valnetium—of the several kingdoms are mined from the ground of Aria. Citizens with excellent chakra control can manipulate and control the earth.
Avindar: The Kingdom of lightning. They are famous for their crystal which is used as an energy source for most Amagarian households. Citizens with excellent chakra control can manipulate and control lightning.
Boreas: The Kingdom of Wind and Mountains. They are one of the two kingdoms to possess the mystical healing elixir. Citizens with excellent chakra control can manipulate and control the wind.
Caelum: The Kingdom of Water. Most of the realm is underwater, and they are the second kingdom to possesses the mystical healing elixir. Their city, Atlantis is fabled across the Omniverse. Citizens with excellent chakra control can manipulate and control water.
Chakra: Life-force used to form mystical techniques by molding and releasing the physical and spiritual energy present in the body—gained from training and experience.
Cerja: A tattoo of Demon beasts with which each Darkan is born. It is located on the right shoulder blade on non-bonded Darkans but covers the entire back and spills to the front in bonded Darkans.
Consort: The lover of a royal. Held in high esteem by peers of the realm and it is considered a privilege to be chosen as a royal consort. A consort must be of equal rank before royal scion can wed him/her.
Darkage: Kingdom of darkness and Shadows. Citizens with excellent chakra control can manipulate and control the shadows. They are also the only citizens of Amagarie to have the presence of another chakra living inside their people.
Flash: the art of using one’s chakra to move with such speed it appears as if one blurs.
Hari: Servant in the royal household, mainly for sexual favors.
Keni: A powerful mystical technique unique to the head families within a kingdom. This technique can be gained only through inheritance from a particular bloodline; hence, the term “bloodline keni.”
Demons: Powerful, malevolent spiritual beings who reside in pure chakra.
Mevia: The Kingdom of Sound. Citizens with excellent chakra control can manipulate and control sound waves.
Nuria: The Kingdom of Eternal Fire. Citizens with excellent chakra control can manipulate and control fire.
Ricarkri: Formal name/title for the leader of each kingdom. Not every king is the Ricarkri. In such cases, the Ricarkri is the right hand of the king.
Serange: This planet is divided into three kingdoms—Dxyriah, Arcadia, and O’andor. The citizens of these three kingdoms possess abilities such as telepathy, telekinesis, teleportation, and in rare instances the gift of foresight.
Senjis: Darkans that are taken over by their demon essence.
Shenkiri: mystical elements that citizens of the seven
kingdoms with powerful chakra control wields—elements such as shadow, water, wind, sound, fire, lightning, and the earth.
Sherras: Blades of the Nurian King: ten of his most trusted and skilled warriors.
Shiktre: A unique skill to the Darkan population. The ability to use the dark and shadows to move faster than the eyes can track.
Taijiu: The body art of dismembering and killing without the use of weapons—hand to hand combat.
The kingmaker—a man who was a shadow in Amagarie but lauded for his brilliance and cunning. His identity had been a mystery for centuries, and whenever he stirred, destruction ensued because he was brutal and incited anarchy.
Witches: Powerful beings that conjure, incant and cast spells. There are three covens of witches—The White Queens, The Black Queens, and The Red Queens. Male witches are rare, and they are referred to as Warlords.
Afterword
Thank you for reading Lachlan and Shilah’s journey to Happy Ever After. I am sending a huge thank you to everyone who messaged asking me about The Amagarians. Your encouraging kind words, love, and patience have meant the world to me. My health has been an albatross for the last several years, and I’ve been slower than I want to be. But I thank God every day that I have such fantastic support from my husband, family, friends, and fans.
This is the series of my heart, and while I’d wish to have more Amagarians out, my health will always come first even if that means stop writing for a while, but I will always resume once I am better. I am delighted to say my aim for the next few years is to grow this series to the full potential I have always imagined. And that potential ranges from exploring the seven kingdoms of Amagarie, the legends of Darkans (vampires, werewolves) on Earth, and Sci-Fi stories featuring heroes and heroines from the world of Serange and others in their galaxy.
The next book in the Amagarian series will continue with the witch Amirah’s journey to love in Eternal Promise. A novella featuring Xian and Gavyn, with lots of peeks on how Tehdra and Ajali have been doing in Eternal Phoenyx, will follow shortly.
I’ve received dozens of messages asking me about King Gidon Al Shar’s book. I promise you, he will be getting his story. I need to find the woman capable of loving a man such as Gidon, though I believe I’ve already found her in the Kingmaker’s daughter. I will be releasing a novella, Darkness Rising: Gidon, showing a peek of his life before he was king, the history of how he lost his family and became bonded with his pack of beasts—the Cerberus. His full book, Eternal Legacy will be released a few books after that.
