Cimmerian Shade: A Limited Edition Paranormal Romance & Urban Fantasy Collection

by Kiki Howell

  “Aaron.” She broke free from the kiss to gasp, her head tilted back. Perfect for biting her thin neck.

  He licked and kissed and sucked and finally did bite, loving how she moaned and curled even more against his body. He bit again while he reached up and cupped one of her perfect breasts, thinking of her nipple, the color when she was aroused—a perfect raspberry—and the way it felt in his mouth when it beaded and she’d moan so loud. He rolled his thumb over the nub, feeling her shudder. Pinching through the fabric of her T-shirt, he glanced down, tsking.

  “Adala, baby, this shirt is all wrong for you.”

  She was huffing for air. “I know. Love doesn’t suck after all.”

  He smiled and leaned down, catching one of her hardened nipples in his mouth through the fabric.

  “Oh, Aaron. Goddess...”

  He loved it when she said goddess like that. Achingly, sweetly, just a breathy whisper.

  “Take it off, honey. Please.” He leaned away and lowered to his knee, watching her with lust pounding through his veins as he unfastened the top button of her jeans.

  With shaky hands, she pulled the bottom hem of her T-shirt up. God—goddess, she was slow, teasing him, torturing him. But he loved it as he unzipped her. She stopped her progress, barely showing the rounded underside of her breasts.

  “You look even more like a knight on bended knee like that.”

  “A knight about to ravish his lady?”

  She lifted the shirt all the way off. “Yes.” She smiled then bit her lip, effectively killing him, punching him through the solar plexus and heart, sending another wave of lust to pound through his veins.

  He captured her breasts with both hands, caressing until she arched her back.

  “My princess. My sweet, beautiful princess.” He didn’t have to reach far to take one of her nipples in his mouth at the same time he coaxed her jeans and panties over her hips. Lifting away from her breast was sweet agony, but he helped her step out of her jeans and folded them as he placed them nearby.

  She blinked, a long glossy sheet of black tickling her raspberry nipples. Pulling some of her hair behind an ear, she smiled down at him. He wrapped his hands around her hips, holding her still as he bowed his head and licked her clitoris.

  She bucked out, clutching at his hair, making a loud gasping noise. She might not have expected her knight to do that, but he was going to make sure she was the happiest princess in all the land. Making sure she still had a good grasp on his hair, he licked and licked her. He loved it when she pulled, somehow heightening his own desire for her. He dipped his tongue between her folds, finding more of her clit and licked it up and down, ending by sucking on her now-hard little nub. As he sucked, she rolled her hips into his face, moaning, saying his name again and again.

  When he started to make circles with his tongue around her clit, his name sounded hoarse. He smiled at that and kept licking, loving it when they found a rhythm and her hips rocked into him as his tongue reached farther and farther.

  “I...I...Oh, Aaron”—she pulled free from his grasp—“need you now. Right now. Hurry.”

  He stood, kissing her before he undid the belt low on his waist. That was the easy part, but it looked like the only way to take off the chain mail was over his head. The thing was bulky and had to weigh at least twenty pounds. Taking it off wouldn’t be the most adroit or sexy thing he’d like to do for Adala.

  “Did you know German police use chain mail when on duty?” Her voice was so breathy, so sexy.

  He nodded, whispering between kisses. “Yeah. Their SWAT units mainly use it.”

  “Spezialeinsatzkommandos.”

  He leaned away a little to look down at her. “Gesundheit.”

  She laughed harder. “I wasn’t sneezing. That’s the name of the SWAT teams in Germany.”

  He nodded. “I know. I’m being a smartass. I was stationed in Germany. Briefly. Saw those cops.” He tilted his head, loving the way she kept looking at him, desire painting her eyes dark and glassy. She also kept running her hands up and down his chest, his shoulders, his arms. “Why, Adala, do you have a thing for chain mail?”

  She pressed her breasts against the metal, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Would it be too weird of me to ask if you kept it on?”

  He really smiled then. “Only if you return the favor someday.”

  “Wear chain mail myself? Or a French maid’s costume?”

  He shook his head. “You know me, Adala. You know what I like, my lady, my princess, my queen.”

  She smiled. “A dress? A medieval-style gown?”

  He shuddered just thinking of her with her hair braided, wearing a long, elegant frock and nothing underneath. But he couldn’t help but wonder what her expression meant when she looked a little blank. “What? Too kinky? Too much?”

  She shook her head, blinking a lot. “No. We match. We’re both weirdos who like the same kinky, medieval-ish things.”

  He laughed and captured her lips. As they kissed, her hands dove under the chain mail, finding his jeans and nearly yanking them off without unbuttoning or unzipping. Aaron had to do that. As soon as he did, she pulled desperately, almost making him wince when his cock sprung free from one of her yanks.

  Her hands were around him faster than he could prepare. She lifted her knee over his hip, pulling him to her center.

  “Adala.”

  “Please. Please. I need you so much.”

  “I’m not saying no, just...I don’t want to do this against a tree. It might skin up your back. And I need a condom.”

  She softly giggled, her cheeks turning a little pinker. “Right. I forgot.” She glanced down. “On the ground?”

  He nodded. She was in a hurry, holding his hands and pulling him down, somehow also extracting a condom from the foil before he could, unrolling it down his cock while he moaned and closed his eyes. She opened her legs and maneuvered them until he hovered over her.

  “I can’t wait. Please.”

  He didn’t mean to make her beg, but it was hard to keep up. Besides, he wanted something else from her.

  He captured her hips and rolled them over, making sure she sat on his cock and the mail was out of the way. “Can I see your wings...during? Not just after?”

  She blinked, bracing herself with her hands on his chest. “You want to see my wings?”

  “They’re so pretty. Yeah.”

  She smiled and closed her eyes while he adjusted their bodies. She was wet. So wet. He braced himself as he slid a little inside her as her wings exploded around him.

  “Oh God.” His voice was low and rumbled.

  She smiled again, fluttering her giant wings closer.

  He clasped onto her hips, holding her as he thrust. She arched her back, moaning, her lids fluttering like her wings.

  “Aaron.”

  “God, I love it when you say my name.”

  “I love saying your name.” She opened her lids, her hazel eyes glowing already. “I love it when you’re inside me.”

  “I love it too. You feel so good.” He thrust more and more, pushing himself farther each time until he was finally so completely inside her he didn’t know where she left off and he began or vice versa. “Touch yourself, honey. Please.”

  She cupped her breasts as he continued to thrust into her, loving the way her body oscillated to his movements.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  She smiled, tilting her chin low, more pink in her cheeks, neck, and chest.

  “Honey, you’re already glowing a little.”

  “You are too.”

  “Touch your clit for me, please.”

  As soon as she reached down and rubbed along the pink pearl right above where they were joined, her sex clenched him tight.

  “That’s so good.”

  She nodded. “It is so good.”

  He thrust and thrust, hoping he could hold out for her to orgasm first. Oh, but it was close to impossible while he looked at her, circling
her clit, caressing her breast, her dark glossy hair curtaining the sides of her face, a few strands falling over her glowing eyes. Her skin was getting brighter and brighter as he felt warmth spread from his lungs to his balls, readying him for release.

  “This good, honey?”

  She moaned, arching her back, her wings helping her curve even more, feeling his cock slide up against a tiny rough spot at the front of her channel.

  “You close, honey?”

  She moaned again and nodded, her lids heavy, her smile loose. “So close, honey. So close.”

  He thrust and thrust, gritting his teeth, holding out just a little longer, trying to aim for the sweet spot she liked inside her body. Suddenly, she sucked in a surprised-sounding gasp, arching her back forward, her internal muscles squeezing him as hard as his own fist.

  He closed his eyes and let go, pouring himself into her, sharing his warmth and love. For a few seconds, he worried about wings coming out of his back, but he didn’t feel anything different except for the fact that his orgasm was squeezing his very essence into her. She flopped onto his chest as they let their orgasms subside.

  Breathing heavily, her face halfway planted on his chest, she asked, “No wings?”

  He could hardly talk but finally muttered, “Nope. No wings for me.”

  She smiled as she looked down at him. “Well, we should try at least five more times to see. Don’t you think?”

  He chuckled. “At least five more times. Then Gus could take us back to Oregon where I’ve got even more condoms at home.”

  She hugged him. “At home. That has a nice ring to it.”

  He held her tightly, nodding, loving the feel of her silky hair against his face and lips. “As long as I have you, it all sounds good.”

  Epilogue

  “THIS IS THE second male we’ve had in our home.” Ur smiled while glancing at Skuld.

  They were in Ireland, at their “women’s prison” home, trying to give Adala and Aaron a little privacy as she showed him one of the dragons they cared for.

  It had been three weeks since Keira had beheaded the berserker, and the Norns had decided it was best to protect Sven by having him live with them. There were only a dozen dísir who weren’t working as fairy godmothers, so they were home too, but it was enough to, apparently, make Sven a lot happier than they’d expected. He was a ladies’ man, and since the dísir hadn’t spent much time with males since, oh, about 724 AD, they made sure to spoil the male to his heart’s content.

  They still hadn’t figured out a plan to return him to his fellow berserker brothers and alert the Furies, too afraid Keira might make good and kill more berserkers if they dared. But they were working on gathering intelligence, something they hadn’t done for eons. Sven, though, was helping them. Soon, they hoped, things would return to normal. Well, maybe not normal. But better.

  Adala smiled at Aaron as the man carefully pet the dragon’s huge snout, probably a tad amazed that the reptilian skin felt soft like a feather.

  Ur sighed, glancing at her sister. “I like having males here.” She arched a blue brow. “You?”

  Skuld shrugged while typing on her phone. “I guess.”

  Ur slapped her sister’s shredded skinny jeans around the knee area. “You love it. Admit it.”

  Skuld smiled. “It’s nice seeing our dísir so happy. And I was right about matchmaking Adala and Aaron.”

  Ur nodded. “You were right. I have no idea how you knew they would be a match, let alone how you knew they could touch. But I have to hand it to you and your stupid algorithms. They’re a good match.” She looked around. “Where’s Vee?”

  “Figuring out what to do with the next pair we’re matchmaking as well as trying to find a way to the Furies without Keira knowing. Her powers have grown very strong over the years. I had no idea.”

  Ur swallowed, glancing away, back at Adala and Aaron as they laughed about something the black dragon had done. There was a puff of smoke coming from a hay bale, making Skuld wonder if the dragon was trying to show off for Aaron.

  “Keira’s going to try to kill more humans, and there could be many other creatures who she’ll destroy in the process.”

  Skuld nodded and glanced down at her phone. “Let’s hope not.”

  Ur’s sigh sounded frustrated, but Skuld didn’t know what else to say, what else to offer her sister. So she did the only thing she could think to make her sister a little happier.

  “Look.” She showed Ur her phone’s screen and the next dís she’d matched with a human man. “My algorithms haven’t disappointed us so far. It says they’re a match.”

  Ur finally gave her a wide smile. “Oh, wow. I have no idea how they’ll work, but I’m so excited to see how they’ll try!”

  Skuld nodded and typed a little more on her phone. “They’ll be dancing in the dark toward love in no time.”

  She just hoped the pair would truly find love, especially when there was so much stacked against them.

  THE END

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  About the Author...

  RED L. JAMESON IS AN award-winning and multi-published author. She writes in many genres. Her pen name, L. B. Joramo, includes the odd combination of historical and paranormal for the Immortal American Series. However, it is under her “Red” name, her nickname too, where all her stories are strongly laced with love, including contemporary, historical, time-travel, paranormal, and erotic romance. Red lives in the wilds of Montana with her family and a few too many animals, and is currently working on her next novel that she hopes will make her readers laugh, cry, think, and fall in love.

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  The Wild Love Series

  Shine, Book 1

  Fly, Book 2

  Awake, Book 3

  Bad Medicine, Book 4

  Bad Neighbors, Book 5

  The Glimpse Time Travel Series

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  The Saltwater Siren

  by

  Muffy Wilson

  Acknowledgements

  Edited by John Hudspith ~ http://www.johnhudspith.co.uk/

  Cover Art and Design by Kellie Dennis at Book Cover by Design

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  All cover art and logo copyright © 2017 by Muffy Wilson

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  Copyright © 2017 Muffy Wilson

  Dedication

  There is a little bit of the child in all of us as even we age.

  It is to that child, no matter your age, this story will appeal, with an edge to your eager,

  yearning adult desires.

  To fly amongst faeries, swim with whales, dance with wily cats

  and climb towering giant bean stalks or kiss a mermaid, those are all fairy tales we each have grown up with and passed along to our children

  as they will pass to their children

  forever more.

  Witches, princes, pumpkins and crooked roads...

  Where would we be without them?

  Why would we want to be there, without them?

  They shape our dreams, stir our wishes for starry nights,

  And keep us company when we are alone with our thoughts.

  This is dedicated to the child in us all that grew up

  with adult appetites.

  Feast!

  I would like to also dedicate this book to my friend,

  Kathleen Grieve Mayer

  1969 – 2017

  Would that dreams and wishes could come true,

  None of us would be missing you.

  Saltwater Siren

  by

  Muffy Wilson

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sp; Was it love at first sight? Perhaps. Many thought it might have been the work of the unscrupulous Sea Witch, Hermione, long a bitter and banished King’s Court Matron. So, was it the crafty wiles of Hermione, scheming to seek her sordid revenge, or was it a simple matter of serendipity? All we know for certain is that two young royals, one landed and one not, met during a raging storm as fierce and intense as the love they would none too soon escape. Was it fate, design, or—perhaps—black magic? Who’s to say?

  What we do know is that it was sensuous, erotic, and insatiable as they fought to extinguish the passions that flamed their heat by indulging in every desire that swept them into one another’s arms. Their shared carnal voracity fanned an appetite no amount of indulgence could satisfy.

  After all, it happened...Once upon a time...

  The Saltwater Siren

  by

  Muffy Wilson

  WAS IT LOVE at first sight? Perhaps. Many thought it might have been the work of the unscrupulous Sea Witch, Hermione, long a bitter and banished King’s Court Matron. So, was it the crafty wiles of Hermione, scheming to seek her sordid revenge, or was it a simple matter of serendipity? All we know for certain is that two young royals, one landed and one not, met during a raging storm as fierce and intense as the love they would none too soon escape. Was it fate, design, or—perhaps—black magic? Who’s to say?

  What we do know is that it was sensuous, erotic, and insatiable as they fought to extinguish the passions that flamed their heat by indulging in every desire that swept them into one another’s arms. Their shared carnal voracity fanned an appetite no amount of indulgence could satisfy.

  After all, it happened...Once upon a time...

  On a single crag at the edge of a brilliant coral reef, sat a beautiful and lonely mermaid princess longing for the day when she would come of age and be allowed to pursue her dreams of love and grandeur. Her wistful gaze drifted...far across the land and as long across the sea as the eye could behold, where the deep turquoise waters met the sky of blue and the water was so deep, so very, very deep. No one really knew how far below the surface the ocean floor held all the treasures and secrets of the centuries that came before, as all attempts to reach the midnight depths failed. The Royal Wizards and High Priests could only guess at the depth of the nadir beneath the surface and the secrets held shrouded in shadows. They were quite sure, indeed, that to assume that nothing lived below the sea in the darkness was frivolous. As certain as butterflies kissed fragrant petals and birds flitted from branch to branch amongst the trees in the clouds above, there were creatures that made their homes in the cool secret shadowed hollows where ocean plants stretched towards the light and danced pliantly with a shift in current or the brush of a passing fish, both large and small.