“Lies!” hissed Mrs. Brubre.
“Quiet,” warned the Guardian. “The witch told Josiah that he had two options. One, he could risk rejection and reveal his feelings to the young lady. If she chose him freely, he and all generations of Brubres would be rich in love and happiness. Two, he could choose the safe route and approach her father with a better marriage offer. If he won the witch-maiden by bartering for her, he and future generations would prosper financially but only as long as no descendent of his ever married a descendent of the Thorne family.”
“But why would that matter?” asked Ginger.
“The closing of the circle,” said Nigel. “What Josiah began when he took the safest course—he bartered to get what he wanted. Giselda also told Josiah that the day would come when one of his kin would choose love over money, and on that day, what he had sown, his family would reap.”
Shock vibrated through Ginger. “I’ve never heard this story. Not ever.”
“No one has. My family spent a great deal of effort and money making sure it was never told. Giselda wrote it down and gave it to the Sect of the Dragons for safekeeping.” He looked at his parents, his eyes sad. “I’ve been to the Sect of the Dragons every summer since I was fifteen, exploring their libraries and asking questions of the elders.”
“You…you what?” screeched Mrs. Brubre. “You went to Europe with your grandparents those summers.”
Nigel rolled his eyes. “Where do you think the Sect built its monastery, Mother?” He looked at Ginger. “When my parents realized I knew you, that it was you my heart had chosen, they did everything they could to keep me away. And everything they could to keep the Thornes under their control.” He leaned down for a lingering kiss. “If I could not join with you, Ginger, then my only other wish was to be an Ovate with the Dragons.”
“He found Giselda’s prophecy,” said the Guardian. “Right before your twenty-first birthday.”
“Interesting timing,” said Ginger with raised brows.
“Indeed.” The Guardian winked at her.
“I gave them one last chance,” said Nigel. “To do what Josiah could not—to risk for love. Unfortunately, my parents could not choose their son’s happiness over the possibility of losing their wealth and status.”
“He asked for their blessing to court you,” said the Guardian to Ginger. “He told William and Victoria that he had every intention of marrying you.”
“And they went out and found me someone else to marry,” said Nigel.
“It doesn’t matter if you love Ginger Thorne,” said Mr. Brubre. “You must marry Lorette Rhia. It is our right as your parents to arrange a suitable marriage.”
“Nigel has been a Dragon Initiate for nearly a year. It is we who decide his course, not you,” said the Guardian. “The marriage contract to the South Rhia Clan is not binding because it was not approved by the Sect of the Dragons.” He turned to Nigel. “And what say you, Initiate, if I give you the same choice given to Josiah. Will you barter with your parents…or will you risk your heart?”
“Ginger is worth every risk,” said Nigel softly. “And I choose her.”
The Guardian smiled. “And you, Ginger Thorne?”
“What are you, crazy?” said Ginger. “I want Nigel!” Then she wrapped her arms around her knight and kissed the hell out of him.
Chapter Four
One year later…
“Why, Mr. Brubre, I do believe you removed my bra!” Ginger laughed as her new husband nuzzled her breasts.
“I should inform you, Mrs. Brubre, that your panties are next.”
“It was nice of Rosemary and Drake to let us have the same room. The one you seduced me in.” She gazed around the luxurious abode. It looked much the same as it had that night so long ago—rose petals, lit candles and a very naked Nigel.
He helped her wiggle off her panties.
Side-by-side, naked and wrapped in the warmth created by their closeness, they looked at each other. Nigel’s fingers drifted across her arm, down her side, to her hip. He stroked her buttock, cupping it and kneading it. Then his hand moved leisurely to her thigh. “You are beautiful, Ginger.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she murmured, stretching against him.
He chuckled as he rolled her onto her back and covered her, his hardening cock nestled against her pussy. Kissing her shoulder, he dragged his lips along her collarbone then trailed up her neck, peppering kisses along her jaw.
Ginger stretched her arms above her head. Her back arched slightly, pushing her breasts into his chest. Her nipples pebbled against his warm flesh, tightening with need.
He kissed her, a melding of lips, a slow slide of his tongue that made her breath hitch and her heart pound. She felt his cock jerk against her clit. Hot desire raced through her. Her breasts ached for his mouth, and her pussy trembled with need.
Then Nigel cupped her breasts and pinched the nipples into hardness. When his mouth surrounded one nipple and his tongue flicked the peak, pleasure jolted through her, spearing her at the core. He laved her nipple, suckling one while his hand tormented the other. Then he switched mouth and hand and she went up in flames, wiggling against him.
“Oh…wow. Do that some more!”
“It would be my great pleasure,” he promised. He crawled down her, his mouth trailing a wet line of lust to her navel. His tongue encircled her stomach before sliding oh so slowly to her thigh. Pushing apart her legs, he kissed her pussy lips, his tongue sliding into the folds to taste her.
Erotic elation pierced her, quivering, aching tendrils that built heat and need. His tongue flicked her clit, teasing the hard nub, before sliding down and tasting her some more. His kisses drove her wild.
He parted her slit, licked the juice pearling there, then his mouth settled on her clit and sucked it, hard. The orgasm swelled, waves of pleasure threatening, then bursts, sensation after joyous sensation rolling over her. She screamed and bucked, her cunt pulsating as she came.
Nigel pushed her legs up and forward until her heels rested on his shoulders. She panted, still shuddering from the orgasm. He lifted her hips and plunged his cock into her pussy. His erection impaled her, stretching her and filling her.
“Yes, my love. Oh yes…fuck me, Nigel!”
He moaned. His hands sweaty on her thighs as he held on to her legs and pumped into her again and again. The rocking of their bodies singed her to the core. The slap of flesh, the glazed look of lust in his eyes, the thick cock piercing her over and over again—all of it drove her wild.
Her body strained toward bliss as love bloomed in her heart. Such joy she owned now that she was well and truly his—and Nigel was well and truly hers.
His thumb rubbed her clit and he fucked her harder, his cock pistoning into her pussy. She matched his movements, her heart pounding, sweat slick on her skin.
As she plunged over the edge into another juicy orgasm, Nigel shuddered and moaned. Then he stilled his movements.
“What are you doing, husband?”
“Enjoying myself, wife.” Nigel slipped out of her, lowering her legs, and lying on top of her. He plucked red strands from her sweaty temple and traced her cheek with one finger. Then he took her mouth in a gentle caress, his breath skirting her lips. Only when her mouth was pliant, willing, did he deepen the kiss, thrusting his tongue inside to mate with hers.
Then he moved down her throat, lingering at the base. He trailed a path to her breasts, raining tiny kisses over each of them, cupping them in his hands to bring them closer to his mouth. He tugged a nipple between his lips and flicked the tip with his tongue. Her hands fisted against the sheets as she cried out, tortured and delighted. Then he turned his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same lovely attention.
“Nigel,” she said, “Oh how I love you.”
“You are my heart,” he said. His hand coasted down her stomach and found the nest of curls at the apex of her thighs. He gently pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, re
leased the tiny nub, and pinched again.
Nigel renewed his attention to her nipples and slipped two fingers inside her pussy. She moved in rhythm with his strokes, and pressed his head against her breast. He lightly bit her nipple, the rough edge of his teeth sending waves of pleasure through her.
“I want you inside me,” she said. “Please, husband. Fuck me again.”
Nigel parted her thighs and entered her in one swift stroke. With one hand, he captured her wrists and raised her arms above her head. With the other hand, he steadied himself over her. His cock filled her, his motions slow, steady and tender. Oh so tender.
He held her wrists, his thumb pressing against the erratic pulse. She bucked against him, her clit throbbing. Her body was awash in need, desire. A buzzing climbed her spine then zipped down again, sensation after sensation vibrating from her core.
The third orgasm burst, so brilliant, so pure, she screamed, caught in a web of pleasure.
Nigel stilled, his eyes closed, his breath harsh. He released her arms. When he opened his eyes, he whispered, “Hold your breasts together.”
Eagerly, Ginger did so without question. He scooted forward until his knees were even with her arms. He inserted his cock into the tight space created by her squeezed breasts.
His penis dripped with her come. Nigel groaned as he pumped into the tiny cave created by her tits. Goddess above! Her fingers curled around her nipples and tugged. “Oh,” she gasped as pleasure stabbed her core.
“I’m going to come,” he said in a pant. “Will you suck my cock?”
“Goddess, yes!”
He stopped his thrusts and pushed the tip of his round thick head against her lips. Pre-come glistened there and she licked it. It tasted salty and pleasant.
“Take me, Ginger.”
She opened her mouth, and allowed him to slide between her lips. She cupped his balls with one hand and curled the other around his cock. Her tongue lapped and suckled his head while her hands stroked the hard flesh of his penis and the round softness of his balls.
Nigel pushed his cock all the way into her mouth. He jerked once, twice…and warm, salty come filled her mouth. She swallowed it with ease, drinking from him until he was sated. After a moment, he eased away from her mouth and settled beside her.
Love thrummed a beat in her heart as he gathered into a tender embrace and kissed her neck.
“Are you happy, Nigel?”
“With you, Ginger…always.”
The Mating
Chapter One
The storm poured its wrath into the forest with an unexpected fury. Sage Thorne hugged her basket filled with carefully picked plants and herbs and looked for shelter.
When she’d ventured into the Dark Forest a couple of hours ago, the sky had been blue and cloudless, the sun shining bright and hot. Deep in the forest where light barely penetrated and rare medicinal plants flourished, she hadn’t noticed the gray clouds gathering or the coolness stealing through the trees.
The booming thunder warned her too late. Now she was soaked, lost and worried. Then she spotted the cave. She crept close, listening for the sounds of animals but realized none scurried about. If a wolf or other creature had made its home in the dank space, it had left long ago.
She crawled inside and leaned against the rocky wall. Her entire body was chilled and trembling. Putting down the basket filled with its precious contents, she rolled into a little ball and tried to warm herself. I should start a fire, but there probably isn’t a vent hole.
Too miserable to give in to exhaustion, she crawled around the interior. The cave was maybe ten feet deep and as much wide. She had no idea how high the ceiling went, but she could stand up. Of course, she was only five feet tall, so she didn’t need a lot of stand-up room.
No fire, darn it. The smoke would suffocate me.
Her only option was to wait out the storm and hurry home to soak in a hot bath and take a long nap. Seeking more warmth, she burrowed her hands into the wet leaves and stone-filled dirt. She felt an odd, bumpy object graze her fingers. Curious, she dug it out, amazed to find a bejeweled gold locket.
“How long have you been here?” she murmured. Even with mud and leaves covering it, she could see its heart shape. Walking to the edge of the cave, she stuck it outside and let the hard rain wash it clean. Her hand felt frozen, but getting a good look at her newfound treasure was worth the uncomfortable sensation.
Yes, it was a gold heart on a heavy gold chain. Around the heart’s edge were alternating jewels of diamond, ruby, sapphire and emerald. She wasn’t psychic like her sister Ginger and she hadn’t been blessed with the same kind of magic-power her sister Rosemary wielded. But she knew, somehow, the locket was very old. It was also beautiful and, though she had little experience with pricing objects of value, she suspected it was worth a pretty penny.
In the middle of the heart two words were etched—For Love.
“Who did you belong to?” she wondered aloud. “If I open you, will I find the pictures of lovers who shared a life of joy?”
Sage thought about Nadrin, the half-elf she’d met at Ginger’s twenty-first birthday party almost two years ago. She was about to turn twenty-one herself. Soon, she would graduate from the Healing Center and begin her apprenticeship with Lady Mavis. But though she would certainly find a fulfilling career as a healer, she didn’t think she’d be as successful in the relationship department.
Oh Nadrin. He had been very patient with her…for a while. His frustration with her painful shyness, with her inexperience, and especially with her inability to feel anything sensual had driven him away. She’d allowed no other to court her. Men want sex. Not love. Or maybe they can’t separate sex from love. Maybe I shouldn’t either.
With a sigh, she opened the locket. To her disappointment, both sides of the picture frames were empty. How symbolic. A gorgeous heart devoid of life, of joy. Like Nadrin.
Doubt nibbled away at her self-confidence. Maybe she should have just shut her eyes and allowed Nadrin his pleasures. If she had let him explore her body, he might have found the one thing that turned her cold responses into the hot reactions he’d wanted from her.
Her hands grew warm. What the— Sage looked down at the locket and gasped. It glowed brightly. Goddess above, the heat that emanated from it! With a squeak of dismay, she dropped the necklace and scrabbled away. The rain beat a heavy rhythm outside, the wet smell of earth and moldy leaves infiltrating her senses. Would the storm never let up?
Before she could decide to stay or to go, purple smoke rolled up from the locket. When it cleared, a tall, well-muscled, handsome and very naked man stood two feet away. His hair, varied hues of violet, flowed down his back. His purple gaze settled on Sage and his sensual, full mouth hitched into the sexiest grin she’d ever seen. “My beautiful mistress,” he said in a reverent baritone. “What is your wish?”
“Whoa.” Sage edged away until she felt stinging, cold rain pelt her backside. Holding on to the rough wall of the cave, she debated which was worse—going into the Dark Forest at nightfall in a thunderstorm or staying in a cave with a gorgeous idiot blathering about wishes. She’d heard of nymphs but never met one. Just her luck she’d find the one cave in the forest that housed such a creature.
“Loveliest of blossoms—”
“Oh please! Do women really fall for that tripe?”
His violet brows rose in surprise. “You don’t like flattery?”
“Of course, I do. I’m a girl. But empty words mean nothing. Only the most heartfelt phrases should be uttered.”
He chuckled. “You are a romantic, Sage Thorne.”
“How do you know my name?”
“I am told the secrets of the one who opens the locket.” He stepped forward. “I know what you want, Sage. You need only to voice it and I will give it to you.”
“I know the folly of wishes.” She shooed him, flapping her hands as if doing so would dispel him from the cave. “I don’t want your tender traps. Go away.”
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“I cannot. You opened the locket. I must fulfill your carnal wish.”
“C-carnal?” She gaped at him. “You mean…sex?”
He bowed. “My name is Ravin Cross. I was cursed into the locket by a vengeful witch-maiden. For five hundred years I have obeyed the whims of my mistresses and masters.”
“Fine. I wish you free.”
“That’s not possible.” His gaze locked onto hers. “I can give you great pleasure, my beautiful Sage.”
“Would you stop it?” She glared at him, stepping into the cave just enough to get away from the rain. “How do you break the curse?”
“You do not.” He rose to his full height. “I find you so charming, Sage. So pretty. Please…let me show you my prowess in bed. You will not be disappointed.”
But you would. Sage couldn’t help but look at his impressive genitals. His cock was huge. That thing would never fit inside her. What am I saying? That I want it inside me? She pushed away even the barest consideration of such an act. No. She did not want Ravin Cross or his curse.
He saw the direction of her stare and smiled. “Your pussy would welcome my cock, I promise you. I can do no less than give you pleasure. Please, Sage. Share with me your desires.”
Sage blushed, looking at the ground. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think he sounded almost desperate. As if he needed to have sex with her.
“I’m not having sex with you,” she said. “But I will help you break the curse.”
Ravin sighed heavily and crossed his arms. “I’ve been searching for a release spell for longer than you’ve been born. My curse cannot be broken.” For an instant, his eyes showed his rage, his desperation. Then the clever smile curled his lips again. “My life is simple. I sleep until I am called. It’s been more than a hundred years since I have had the honor of bringing such a beauty to orgasm.”
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