Mystic Realms: A Limited Edition Collection

by Nicole Morgan

  With his head buried against her pussy, Zane lapped along her clit and vaginal opening as if he were concentrating on a feast fit for a king. He had her moaning and writhing on the bed in no time flat.

  Megan burned with desire. Desperate for them to take her.

  “What did you name them?” Christian breathed.

  “Zeena and Christina.”

  Megan gasped as Zane’s tongue dipped slightly into her vagina and she tensed as he pressed a hand against her lower abdomen and massaged her there.

  “You named them well,” Christian said and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking her flesh so hard, she couldn’t help but wince at the sparks of pleasure-pain he created. After a moment, he let go of her nipple and kissed a wet, wanton trail along the valley of her breasts, collarbone and to the side of her neck. She inhaled at the erotic scrape of sharp fangs along her flesh, the answering pound of her vein as it yearned to be punctured.

  Slurping sounds erupted from between her legs as Zane lapped her cream, making her cry out in wonder at the intoxicating feel.

  “And Christina is my child?” Christian asked as he licked her chin.

  “She even looks like you,” Megan admitted.

  He growled with a teasing menace and pulled away in apparent shock. “I should hope not too much like me.”

  “Shh, my mate. She is quite feminine. Do not worry.”

  Her breathing grew rough as Christian kissed her on the mouth, heating her body like a furnace. Megan bucked as Zane’s tongue massaged her sensitive clit and Christian drew her in to a most spectacular kiss.

  She knew she was in for an exceptionally sensual night of it, for her males were back in her arms where they belonged.

  When Christian heard Megan’s erotically tortured breaths soar in and out as she neared her climax, his cock throbbed painfully, making him moan. He knew she was more than ready. That she clamored to be taken. Breaking their kiss, he pressed his head against the side of hers, taking a moment to catch his breath. They both looked down past her swollen, heaving breasts and taut pink nipples to watch Zane’s head diligently moving between her thighs. Her feet were dug into his back. Her legs were spread wide and her hips gyrated as she tried to fight for release, but he knew Zane would be stroking her in teasing masterful lashes with his tongue, keeping her on the edge, until they could stand the waiting no more.

  Christian could imagine how her vagina must be tightening in anticipation for entry. Could hear Zane slurping her cream, moaning in appreciation at her spicy taste. They’d joked with each other how Megan’s pussy juices were a feast fit for two Kings. She was so perfect for them. So beautiful.

  Christian held his breath as she reached up and cupped his jaw, turning his head to look at her. The sensual lust glazing her face almost had him coming.

  “I missed both of you so much.”

  Megan was breathing so deeply her words came out as if in slow motion. Beneath the glorious layers of love and lust, he recognized the pain tormenting her, the guilt marring her way to peace.

  “It wasn’t your fault, my love. None of it. Zane and I would cast no blame now that we know what happened. You were a mother protecting our young. We would have done no different.”

  A strangled sob wrenched from Megan’s mouth, and Christian sensed she would no longer suffer thinking about Seer and what she had done to all of them. At least, she would not suffer tonight, for Zane and he would keep her in the land of pleasure and she would be able to think of nothing else.

  Christian gasped and his cock jerked as Megan’s fingers found his balls, wrapped tightly around them, and squeezed and kneaded him there.

  “I’ve needed you both for so long,” she whimpered and he kissed her again. A slow, wet kiss that had her thankfully loosening the intoxicating grip on his scrotum. As she played with his balls and moaned into his mouth, Christian knew his tightly restrained control would shatter sooner rather than later.

  But he didn’t want the kiss they shared to end. Megan kissed him so desperately, so beautifully, he shook from the intensity of it.

  He couldn’t believe he had her back in his life. Back in his bed.

  Silently he swore he would never take his eyes off her again. She would be their Queen forever.

  Exotic hardness lashed Zane’s cock as Megan finally released him from the bondage of her legs and feet. He was pretty sure she hadn’t let him go of her own free will, but because Christian was busily seducing her mouth with intoxicating kisses while at the same time she was doing a number on his balls.

  Zane still couldn’t believe he had a daughter! Zeena. What a beautiful name. That Megan had gotten pregnant so quickly in their relationship was stunning.

  Female vampires had trouble conceiving. Throughout history, it had always been that way. Whether due to the stress of always being in hiding from humans and staying clear of enemy clans, or maybe mismatched genes, couples rarely had a child, let alone twins.

  Zane grinned as the happiness bubbled inside him and he licked Megan’s spicy juices from his lips and quickly undressed. He, King Zane, was a sire to a beautiful female. He couldn’t wait to meet her and Christina. Couldn’t wait to see them.

  While he eagerly awaited Christian and Megan to untangle themselves from each other, Zane stroked his cock and gazed longingly at his gorgeous captive bride.

  They had done right in taking her for themselves before the Elders hunted her down and killed her. They had done right in defying Seer. He and Christian and the entire Empire had been Seer’s victims. She’d needed to keep them angry, so what better way to feed her powers than by setting up Megan with the terrorist attacks as well as having her disappear when so many had grown to love her in such a short time?

  Having his own daughter now, Zane could see clearly what changes were needed in the Warrior Empire. He did not wish his daughter to be taken against her will. Not unless she wanted to be. Certain ways of the past were wrong. He didn’t fully understand why he hadn’t seen this before. He couldn’t blame Seer fully. He needed to take responsibility for his actions and he swore he would make it up to Megan for the rest of his days.

  And now as she and Christian climbed off the bed together, he saw the sultry gaze of pleasure lashing her beautiful features. Shivered at the sight of her long, gleaming fangs.

  He knew she wanted to be with them. Knew she wanted to be their Queen.

  Forever.

  Megan trembled and moaned as she felt Christian’s strong hands steady her hips and his huge, liberally lubed cock head penetrate the tight ring of her anal muscles.

  “Beautiful,” he growled from behind her.

  She sighed as the sharp pricks of his fangs punctured the right side of her neck, effectively holding her hostage, while Zane’s equally thick, swollen cock head teased her vaginal entrance.

  Megan’s pussy ached to be filled. Her ass throbbed with an equal longing to be fully penetrated. Every nerve ending in her body was also hungry for nourishment. Keeping her hands tightly on Zane’s shoulders, Megan broke his kiss and moved her mouth to Zane’s exposed neck, licking the warm perspiration collecting there. Zane’s hands tightened on her waist and she groaned with anticipation as Christian pressed deeper into her ass. The burn of pain mixed with the pleasure of his invasion.

  Too soon, he withdrew, and Zane’s large erection surged inside her. She flew toward the climax that had been hovering so close for too long. Zane withdrew and she struggled to breathe as Christian thrust into her again. Moaning and whimpering at their intensity, she inhaled into their hard lengths as they plunged into her with teasing strokes. They possessed her, each of them in their own unique way. And when they finally pushed their shafts into her at the same time, she lost it.

  Exploding into an orgasm, she bit into Zane’s neck, quickly finding the fresh life-prolonging crimson blood she’d been craving over the years since she’d been under Vampira’s protection.

  Convulsing between their hard bodies, Megan drank greedily, fe
eling the force of life rejuvenating her body, heightening her senses and racing her headlong into another wrenching climax.

  She heard both of them cry out her name in unison. Could feel their bodies shudder on both sides of her, their long thick cocks impaling her, double-penetrating her, easing her through climax after climax.

  Their cocks filled her to perfection and she took turns drinking from each of them, gorging herself, getting drunk on their love, their sex and their blood. She prayed they would hold her between their hard bodies forever. Prayed they would never be separated again. Then all too soon, she was satiated with their love and blood and when they carried her to their bed, she heard their echoes in her ears.

  “We love you, Queen Megan. We’ll love you forever.”

  She smiled before she fell asleep.

  Epilogue

  Megan watched both sets of fathers and daughters as they skied down the snow-covered alps near their castle. The girls loved their fathers fiercely. They told Megan that each morning when Megan bid them a good night’s sleep.

  She’d never seen her daughters so happy. Never seen her mates so happy. And inside Megan, her heart warmed at the precious gifts she’d given Zane and Christian. Since learning of the existence of their daughters, both males were swiftly making changes inside the Empire. Females captured by males were given freedom to leave their mates. Most opted to remain. She’d also heard rumors that Christian and Zane had warned all males in the coven that the princesses were not to be touched. Ever.

  Megan laughed to herself. As if a male would stay away from her daughters if they had a mind to chase after them. She’d also seen Christina and Zeena eyeing males in the veiled villages of the Empire they frequented when Megan took them shopping. There would be no stopping their daughters from seeking the opposite sex, no matter how much Zane and Christian threatened the males.

  Speaking of males, Megan had been pleasantly surprised by Mati’s reaction when Megan told her she would be leaving Vampira to live with her two males at their castle. Mati, the head of Vampira, who normally was cool toward any male in general, had immediately warmed to Christian and Zane when Megan had taken them to visit her.

  Thankfully Megan didn’t fear the Seer anymore either, for she remained in the dungeon outfitted with one of those crucifix necklaces, all her powers stripped from her due to the happiness of the members of the Warrior Empire.

  “Mama! Come! We’re heading into the village chalet for some hot chocolate!” Zeena shouted as the four skied toward Megan.

  The enthusiasm on both her daughters’ faces made happiness splash through her, and the scorching looks her husbands gave Megan as they approached promised her another night of hot, passionate loving.

  Megan nodded and her body hummed as her two males joined her, each of them placing their hands intimately in hers.

  “Hot chocolate is the least thing on my mind,” Christian muttered tenderly as they followed the two young females.

  “Oh, I can think of a thing or two which can be done with some mild hot chocolate, big brother,” Zane replied.

  “Hmm, I get your meaning, baby brother. Sipping some frothy chocolate from plump juicy nipples sounds like it might be a tasty treat before bedtime,” Christian pondered in a low voice so their daughters couldn’t overhear.

  “As well as drinking from a whipped chocolate-filled pussy.” Zane chuckled.

  “Or licking melted chocolate off cocks,” Megan whispered.

  Both males groaned in frustration and Megan giggled as she pulled her two males quickly along with her. Tonight would be chocolate night in the Bloodrayne household and she would make sure her males never looked upon chocolate in the same way again.

  She could hardly wait!

  The End

  Torkel

  Immortal Highland Warriors

  Mardi Maxwell

  Cursed with immortality for a deed he didn’t do, Torkel MacAsgaill has spent centuries exiled to an abandoned village in the Highlands. His only hope of happiness depends on his one true love finding the glen, falling in love with him, and choosing to stay forever.

  Ella Ross has a successful acting career, but she needs a place to hide when her life goes wrong. She contacts the Misty Glen Travel Agency and leases a quaint, but isolated, cottage in the Scottish Highlands. It’s the perfect place to avoid the paparazzi while she plans a new future.

  Ella is lost on a mountain road when her car breaks down. The sun is setting and the temperature is dropping as a storm grows in intensity. She sees a light in the distance and leaves her car, hoping to find help. Torkel is sitting by his fire glad to be warm and dry when his hounds alert him to something going on in the glen. He releases them and they lead him to a beautiful but unconscious woman.

  Alone at his cottage, love seeks Ella and Torkel in a hidden glen in the Highlands.

  Prologue

  1449 A.D. the Highlands of Scotland

  Quinlan MacAsgaill sipped his tankard of ale. Memories of the beautiful, and no longer pure, Aileen lingered in his mind. The moment he’d seen her in the village, he’d wanted her. He’d also known she’d have nothing to do with him as he was a well-known wastrel, unlike his noble twin, Torkel. Getting Aileen into his arms, and his bed, had been as easy once he’d introduced himself as Torkel, and his men had backed up the deceit.

  Laughing, Quinlan grabbed a passing barmaid, pulled her onto his lap, and kissed her before shoving her away. Lifting his tankard, he yelled, his voice cruel, his words sarcastic, “To my one true love. May she heal her own broken heart.”

  Cheering, his men raised their tankards. “Aileen” they shouted and drained their cups before slamming them on the tabletops. Before the noise faded the door blew open and the walls shook. A cold wind swept into the room. Smoke and ash billowed into the air from the fireplace. The patrons blinked and choked, then stilled as the room became as silent as the grave.

  Aileen stood in the doorway, framed in the hazy light of the rainy day. Tears fell from her eyes while rage colored her cheeks a dark red. Raising a shaking hand, she pointed toward her lover, her seducer, her destruction.

  A curse on ye, Torkel MacAsgaill and on yer loyal men,

  Forever ye’ll dwell together, forgotten in a misty glen

  First true love must find ye, and then yer deeds revealed

  Her choice to stay forever, and then the curse repealed

  Quinlan, and his men waited, their faces reflecting their fear. After several silent minutes, he laughed, and his men joined in. He walked toward her, and standing over her, he lifted her chin. “Ye’ve lost your powers, lass.”

  Weeping, Aileen turned and fled.

  In Fife, a hundred and thirty miles away, Torkel MacAsgaill and his men had just finished supper when in a blink of an eye they found themselves in an unknown glen with snow swirling around them.

  Chapter One

  Ella Ross poured a glass of wine, settled onto her couch, and took a sip while thinking about the talk show she’d appeared on earlier. It had gone well. She’d put on her game face, played the straight man to the host’s humor, and he’d returned the favor by helping her promote the hell out of her latest movie. A satisfying evening that would make her publicist happy. It was also the last appearance before a long awaited weekend away with her boyfriend, Brian. Sighing with exhaustion she hoped he’d listened to her this time and had arranged for a quiet weekend where she could walk on a beach and rest without having to dodge reporters.

  Taking another sip, she removed the stilettos and dropped them. They clunked to the floor as her laptop chimed. Expecting an email from Brian she opened it without checking the sender’s name.

  A photo of a quaint Highland cottage filled the screen. Enchanted, she studied the white-washed walls, thatched roof, and flower-filled window boxes, and was surprised when the door opened. Not a photo, but a video, she thought, as a huge man stepped out. He ducked his head to clear the top of the doorway then looked up, but for some reason his face rem
ained obscured. She held the laptop closer, angling it toward the light to get a better look at the screen. It didn’t help, but as she studied him she had the uncanny feeling that he did the same to her.

  He was tall and heavily muscled with a beautifully defined six-pack, and she couldn’t look away from him as she wondered what kind of lover he would be. Hot, and demanding, she thought, and felt a wave of longing fill her. Longing she’d never felt with any of her gorgeous costars. There was just something about him that called to her. “Oh, baby, you make me want things I can’t have.”

  He chuckled. She gasped and slammed the over down. Had she opened a video call by mistake? Fussing with her hair, she licked her lips, waited a couple more seconds then lifted the cover. Feeling silly, she said, “Hello.”

  He smiled. “Come to me, Lass.”

  Alarmed, but intrigued, she leaned closer. “Can you see me? Can you hear me?”

  He didn’t answer. Instead, he looked at her one last time then turned and entered the cottage.

  She expected him to appear again. It wouldn’t be the first time an aspiring actor had done something like this to get his foot in the door, although she wondered how he’d gotten her private email address. She sipped the wine and waited but he didn’t return although the door remained open. Curious, she zoomed in on it but the picture blurred. Frustrated, she tried to replay the video. It disappeared and an advertisement for the Loch Falls Cottage appeared along with a phone number for the Misty Glen Travel Agency appeared.

  A moment later she found herself with her phone in her hand. The numbers glowed on the screen. Numbers she didn’t remember pushing. She set the phone down and walked to the glass wall that overlooked the ocean. Watching the waves roll onto the shore, she yawned and wished Scotland wasn’t so far away. Too far for a weekend getaway, and her schedule didn’t allow for a longer vacation. Yawning, she caught her reflection and grimaced. She was tired. That was all. A good night’s sleep would make all the difference.