Her skin felt as if it was too tight for her. Her bones ached. A shooting pain, so sharp and sudden she thought she would faint with it, made her gasp. Her blood flashed fever hot, then icy cold. She was dimly aware of Eoin’s arms around her, even more dimly aware of the Faol people turning as one into a pack. Howling. The moon seemed to grow, drop down towards her. Her back arched. Stretching, stretching, then a whooshing noise. A massive surge of power, and at the same time the sudden, overwhelming surge of arousal. She curled her shoulders and felt them. Her wings. Looking down she saw that she was in the sky, hovering above Eoin’s wolf. She was an eagle. Not a wolf, but an eagle!
In the crowd below, Sorcha smiled. An eagle, the sign of majesty, just like the one she had seen perched on Freya’s shoulder. Her powers of foretelling were stronger than she had imagined, she thought smugly.
Without knowing how she did it, Freya had become herself again, and was in Eoin’s arms, his mouth was on hers, and all around her there were cheers and howls and more cheers. “An eagle,” Eoin whispered, “the sign of majesty.” He laughed, a deep, throaty sound filled with love and admiration. “An eagle. My own Freya, you were quite right. You are one of us, but you will always be you.”
He kissed her passionately, his mouth warm and possessive, clinging to her and claiming her. The air was redolent with arousal. The Faol people were already making their way back to the city. They were alone on the beach. Kissing. Touching. Stroking.
He led her to the Claiming bed, which was set in a small cavern in the rocks, the walls studded with stones which looked like impossibly large diamonds, throwing the shadows back and forward between them. It was warm there, and softly lit. The bed itself was a silver frame, the covers black velvet and silver lace, strewn with petals which delightfully perfumed the cavern.
“I now claim you for my own life mate,” Eoin said, slipping off his robe.
“I now claim you for my life mate,” Freya repeated, her voice no more than a whisper.
The front of her gown was held together with a row of tiny buttons. Eoin kissed a trail down her skin as he undid each one, until she too was naked. He kissed her mouth. His tongue touched hers, and set her afire. She moaned, desperate to have him inside her, but he laid her gently on the bed, determined to take his time, determined that tonight would be more, better than ever before.
He rolled her onto her front and kissed her from head to toe. He rolled her onto her back and kissed her. His kisses set her skin tingling, her pulses racing, wherever they fell. When he kissed her thighs, she closed her eyes. Stars glittered behind her lids as his tongue licked into the damp folds of her sex. They burst when he stroked her to a climax. As she shuddered and clutched at him, finally he entered her in one powerful thrust. Wild now, she wrapped her legs around his waist and arched up. He kissed her mouth and thrust harder. She could feel the effort he was making to control himself in the heaving of his chest, in the tension which made the sinews in his arms stand out.
She didn’t want him to control himself. She arched again, and bit down on his shoulder, digging her nails into his back. He moaned. His thrusts became more purposeful. She felt him swelling, thick and potent inside her. She tightened, her breath coming sharp and fast, her breasts aching against the abrasion of his chest. She tumbled for the second time into a climax as he exploded inside her.
He kissed her again, tenderly this time, then disentangled himself. “Look, my love,” he said, touching her foot.
“What is it?”
“See for yourself.”
The brand had disappeared! “Truly a new beginning,” she whispered, as high inside she felt something settling.
Eoin felt it too. “And a new life,” he added, gazing down adoringly at the woman he loved.
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Author Note
Born and educated in Scotland, Marguerite Kay originally qualified as a lawyer but chose not to practice, a decision which was a relief, both to her and the Scottish legal Establishment. While carving out a successful career in IT, she occupied herself with her twin passions of studying history and reading, picking up a first class honours and a Masters degree along the way.
The course of her life changed dramatically when she found her soul mate. After an idyllic year out, spent travelling round the Mediterranean, Marguerite decided to take the plunge and pursue her life-long ambition to write for a living, a dream she had cherished ever since winning a national poetry competition at the age of nine.
Just like one of her fictional heroines, Marguerite’s fantasy has become reality. She has published history and travel articles, as well as short stories, but romances are her passion. Marguerite describes Georgette Heyer and Doris Day as her biggest early influences, and her partner as her inspiration.
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