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  Voyeurs: Overexposed

  Chapter Seven

  She raced into his room, not even bothering to knock. “You bastard! How could you keep me waiting like that?”

  Alek laughed. “It’s good to see you too, baby.”

  With a sob and a laugh, she launched herself into his arms, raining his face with wet kisses. “I was so scared that I would never see you again.”

  “I wouldn’t have let that happen.”

  “How could I know that?”

  “You looked into me. You saw me. You know me.” He kissed her long and deep.

  “How did you know about that—?”

  He grinned. “Tryton told me a lot of things. I admit, I wasn’t sure at first what I wanted to do. But after learning about you and your people, I know this is right.”

  “You’ll stay with us? Work with the Voyeurs?”

  “Only if you’ll be part of that.” He searched her eyes, noting how much more lovely they were without the dark lenses covering them. “Do you still feel so strongly about me, after so short a time?”

  “I feel like I’ve been waiting for you forever,” she exclaimed. “Of course I still want you.”

  “You’re mine—say it,” he smiled.

  “I’m yours. Now your turn,” she prodded.

  “You’re right, it is.” He had her naked before him in seconds, her head almost spun with his determined efficiency. “I’m going to use that great big new bed of mine to its full advantage tonight,” he promised. “You’re wet,” his fingers cupped her scarlet curls,

  “and hot. And tight.”

  She sighed as he lifted her and carried her to his bed.

  His hands spread her knees and his head came down between them. His breath scorched her, as did his gaze. Alek pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss onto her sex, licking her slit up and down like he might an ice cream cone. He sucked on her clit and probed her with his finger, thrusting it deep into her pussy like a cock.

  Minutes later and she was bent over him, taking his cock so deep into her mouth she almost choked. He was velvet over steel in her mouth, hot and hard and heavy. The twin weights of his testicles were tight in her hands, and his scent was drugging and delicious in her lungs as she sucked and licked him to a creamy, jettisoning orgasm.

  “Shit, baby, swallow it. Yes, oh god, your mouth is so good,” he moaned, caught and lost in the spell of pleasure she wove about him.

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  Certain she had never tasted anything sweeter, she swallowed every last creamy drop of him. And found herself wanting more.

  Then she was on her knees before him, feeling him sink balls deep into her slick, drenched cunt.

  “So tight,” he panted, riding her like a stallion covering a mare.

  He licked a finger and probed it into the moue of her anus and she screamed her release aloud, uncaring that someone might hear.

  “I love it up my ass,” she panted. She’d often used toys there before.

  “Then I’ll give it to you,” he promised and moved to fulfill it immediately.

  She’d never been stretched so full. His cock buried to the hilt in her rear made her see stars. Her fingers rubbed her clit and his hands came around her to cup her breasts, to tease and pull at her nipples.

  When she came, Alek joined her, his release so intense it almost hurt. He filled her ass with his cream, smearing it between their bodies. It was the most amazing orgasm he’d ever known.

  He pushed her back onto the bed, spread her legs, pushing his mouth hard against her juicy pussy. Licking her, he tasted himself there too and found that he liked it.

  Agate bumped against his face, grinding her clit against his lips and mewling like a cat in mating season.

  “I could eat you out all night and half the day,” he said the words against her, knowing she would feel the vibration of his voice. “You smell so damn sweet. You taste so damn good, baby.”

  He watched the tiny contractions in her pussy as soft orgasms racked her. He knew he’d never get enough of her. He was already hard again, aching and full of enough juice to drown them both in it.

  There was a convenient carafe of water on his bedside table, put there just for this purpose. He splashed it all over them as he prepared himself for her again. It fairly sizzled and turned to steam as it fell on their hot flesh.

  The hot, wet core of her welcomed him like a mouth. Better than a mouth, it swallowed every inch he had to give. And he was soaring.

  Agate nearly swooned, and it was as if she could feel the head of his cock bumping her heart, he was so deeply joined with her. Alek was stretching and filling up all her empty places with his love and with his passion. The bed creaked and protested as they galloped towards oblivion.

  “I nearly went crazy without you,” he panted.

  “Me too,” she moaned. “Let us never part again, please.”

  “No. Never. I don’t know what’s happened. Fuck it, I don’t care. I just know I can’t be without you,” he slammed his cock deep, his balls slapping against her skin loudly.

  “I need you, baby. Just like this. Always like this.”

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  Her orgasm ripped through her, nearly knocking her unconscious it was so unexpectedly violent. The bright hot explosion of him, so deep in her, burned and scalded her most tender flesh and she cried out. Their mouths met, each tasting of the other’s release, and their cries echoed out into the night.

  Hours later, they were both so spent they could barely move. And still their bodies were joined together, tight and hot and deep.

  “I want to try some tea,” she murmured sleepily.

  Alek groaned, and moved his cock inside her wet heat with as much strength as he could muster. It was enough to make her moan.

  “Remind me to wear a raincoat when you do.”

  Agate swatted him playfully. They laughed together until the morning sun rose high over the lands of the world so far above their new home. And they loved again and again and again.

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  About the author:

  Sherri L. King lives in the American Deep South with her husband, artist and illustrator Darrell King. Critically acclaimed author of The Horde Wars and Moon Lust series, her primary interests lie in the world of action packed paranormals, though she’s been known to dabble in several other genres as time permits.

  Sherri welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1337 Commerce Drive, Suite 13, Stow OH 44224.

  Also by Sherri L. King:

  Bachelorette

  Chronicles of the Aware: Rayven’s Awakening

  Fetish

  Manaconda

  Midnight Desires

  Moon Lust

  Moon Lust: Bitten

  Moon Lust: Feral Heat

  Moon Lust: Mating Season

  The Horde Wars: Ravenous

  The Horde Wars: Wanton Fire

  The Horde Wars: Razor’s Edge

  The Horde Wars: Lord of the Deep

  The Jewel

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four


  Epilogue

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

 

 

 


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