The Morgannate: The Dregian Chronicles Book 3

by D E Boske

  They walked for a time before Kelindril spotted her, lithe and shapely. He knew Darian would want her. The real question was, would she want him? We’ll see, he thought with a grin.

  “Now, how much do you want to bet?” asked Kelindril.

  “That depends,” Darian replied. “Who’s the girl?”

  “She’s just ahead of us,” said Kelindril, nodding at her.

  “The one with the emerald green wrap?” asked Darian, eyes never leaving the long, sexy legs about twenty paces ahead of him.

  “That’s her,” replied Kelindril and Nym laughed.

  “Good luck, Darian,” the elf said, clapping him on the back.

  “You’re gonna need it,” commented Brandiel and Rohn chuckled.

  “Her name is…”

  “Whoa! Don’t tell me,” the Mage interrupted. “Unfair advantage,” he laughed.

  “Fine,” said Kel, chuckling. “How much?”

  “A thousand gold says I have her in bed in less than twenty minutes,” he remarked, eyeing her shapely curves. Her long, lustrous blonde hair had emerald green streaks that he found captivating. The Gor Li’ Khan laughed heartily at that.

  “We don’t have that kind of gold,” said Kel. “How about twenty gold?”

  “Your month’s wages?”

  “Aye,” Kel responded and a few of them nodded. Others began making side bets and gold changed hands as an impartial witness took the bets. Nymdal placed twenty gold on Darian’s success. He’d seen how easily he succeeded last time and had a feeling that tonight would be no different. Kel bet against Darian because he knew the target. She hated men like Darian and hated being approached like she was easy.

  Darian walked slowly so as not to alarm the beautiful elf, but he also walked with cat like grace. He paid her no mind as he walked closer to her and looked around at the few shops that remained open. Fires lit the night sky, lending them enough light to see by and warmth that they did not need. The gentle breeze that blew in off the ocean was warm and caressed the skin and the Mage knew he’d have to be careful with his words.

  He could tell by the way she carried herself that she resented men hitting on her all the time. He’d have to be unique and powerful, drawing on all his strengths and his sex appeal, which he had in abundance. He pretended not to see her and bumped into her lightly.

  “Takasha! Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going. This is my first time in Kaleika Bay,” he said, continuing to look around.

  She was ready to spit fire as she spun around to lock eyes with the offending male, but he wasn’t even looking at her. His eyes were wandering all over the square. She’d thought it was just another lame attempt to hit on her, but he wasn’t paying attention to her.

  “It’s alright, no harm done,” she said in a soft, lilting manner. He looked down at her and smiled a radiant smile and she held her breath, blushing furiously. He was Liv Ta’ Lo! Her eyes raked over him appreciatively and for the first time, she wanted to be hit on. We’ll see about that, she thought, as her imagination went south.

  “My name is Lustryl,” she said, holding out her hand.

  “Darian,” he replied, taking her hand in his. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” She didn’t respond at first because his voice was velvety smooth and she imagined how he’d sound as he made love to her. She shook her head to clear her wayward thoughts.

  “No, I’m fine,” she smiled, but didn’t release his hand.

  “Can I buy you a drink to apologize?” he asked, smiling shyly and breaking eye contact with her. He stared down at his feet, as if he were afraid she’d turn him down. He didn’t want her to see him for what he really was. A predator.

  “How about…” she moved closer to him, pressing herself against him as she raised her eyes to his. She brought her lips to his ear and whispered, “You take me to your room?” Her words were soft, her breath tickling his ear and he shuddered in delight, his body coming alive at her suggestion.

  “I… I don’t know… I…” he fumbled his words and looked nervously away.

  “C’mon, Darian. Are you going to tell me you don’t want this?” She pulled his finger into her mouth and sucked softly, her tongue swirling over the tip and turning him on. He groaned and the sound of his voice sent hot jolts of need straight to her core.

  He kissed her then, pulling her to him as he explored her mouth. His tongue probed hers as her hands dipped to stroke him and she smiled at what she found. She suspected she’d been played, but didn’t care. You didn’t kiss like that if you were as nervous as he’d pretended to be. He took her hand and led her back to his room and Kelindril couldn’t believe it. He handed over his month’s pay and shook his head in disbelief.

  Darian closed the door and turned to her. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice smoky. Oddly enough, she found that she did. She knew it was crazy, she just met him, but… She studied him, his appearance, his clothing, his mannerisms.

  “You’re a Mage of The Order!” she exclaimed, clapping her hand over her mouth.

  “Is that a deal breaker for you?” he asked, his silvery grey eyes caressing her curves.

  “Not at all. I’m just surprised,” she said, moving closer to him. “Do the Gor Li’ Khan have to stay?” she pouted and he brushed her lips with his.

  “Believe me, darlin’, once I begin, you won’t even care that they’re here.”

  “You’re a bit cocky, aren’t you?” she smiled, licking her lips, as her eyes moved down his body.

  “With good reason, babe,” he whispered. Normally, this alone would have been cause enough for her to blow him off, but for some reason she didn’t understand, it turned her on. There was something about him, beyond his devastating good looks, of course. She felt drawn to him and she wanted him to want her.

  He poured them each a generous amount of Cryvellan Brandy and drank his down, his eyes watching her every move. She sipped at her drink and watched him with equal interest. He took the glass from her hand and laid it on the table. Moving closer to her, he removed his Shryvven and hung it on a peg by the door.

  “Now that you have me alone, beautiful Lustryl, what did you have in mind?” he asked, looking at her with pure, unadulterated lust.

  “I think you know, else we wouldn’t be here,” she whispered, coming to him.

  She grabbed his shirt roughly, pulling him to her and grazed his mouth with hers. He

  attempted to wrap her in his arms, but she danced out of the way. He didn’t pursue her. He knew she wanted him; her body spoke to him even if she was unaware. She pouted and he grinned at her. He was as much of a challenge to her as she was to him. She never expected to be hotly pursuing a man, let alone a Mage of The Order. She’d finally met her equal.

  She circled him once more before giving in to the pull and falling into his waiting arms. His lips crushed hers with bruising force, but his tongue followed up quickly, softly brushing and she moaned into his mouth. His hands went to her full breasts, lightly touching, but as he deepened the kiss, he massaged them with urgency, driving her wild.

  He took her hand and led her into the bedroom and closed the door, but not before Kelindril, Nymdal, Rohn, and Brandiel came through behind them. They vanished into the background and much to her chagrin, the Mage had been right, she didn’t even care that they were there. Damn him.

  Before she registered what had happened, Darian had peeled the wrap from her body and it fell to the floor, leaving her exposed and captivating. He grinned rakishly and she smiled back.

  “Takasha! Umbra Dal’ Godun,” he growled low and she gasped.

  “You speak the tongue of the elves?” she asked, arching her eyebrow.

  “Mm,” he replied, not taking his eyes off her. He could see the sweet wetness on her thighs and vowed to take her to heights of pleasure she never knew existed. He pulled her to him and backed her to the bed. She spread herself onto the soft surface and watched him hungrily as he undid the buttons on hi
s shirt.

  Her eyes feasted on his smooth, tan skin and he took advantage of her obvious interest. He stripped for her, slow and sexy and he could see it was having the desired effect. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her desire overcoming everything else. He pushed his breeches off his hips and her eyes went straight to him as she licked her lips in anticipation.

  She motioned him to come to her and he obeyed. He placed himself between her thighs, but kissed her instead. The feel of her soft, warm breasts on his bare chest made him pulse with need. She moaned against him and wrapped her fingers around him, stroking softly. He broke off the kiss and captured her nipple between his lips, his tongue playfully licking the hardening nub.

  “Ah!” she cried, squeezing him and making him groan. His lips kissed a naughty trail down her stomach until she felt her mind empty as the pleasure took control. His tongue played over her skin as his hands gently held her apart so he could explore her thoroughly. She bucked under him and he smiled, but didn’t stop his work. She was close and he needed to taste her, to make her scream his name as he made her body surrender to him.

  “Please, Darian!” she cried in a frenzy.

  “Please what, babe?” he asked, not stopping his assault.

  “I need… I need…” she gasped, unable to form a complete coherent thought.

  “What do you need?” he asked, wanting to hear her say the words.

  “Takasha, Darian!” she screamed as her body gave in to his demands.

  She was tiny, he’d have to be careful with her. He continued his sensual assault, inserting his middle finger and felt her clamp down on his digit. She was sweet and tight and he wanted to feel her wrapped around him, but he needed to know how much she could take. He fed her his index finger too and she took it hungrily. He shuddered in need as he watched the transformations flit across her face.

  “Please, Darian. I want you,” her eyes fluttered open, her orbs glazed over with need and pleasure.

  “Beg me,” he ordered and she obeyed immediately.

  “Please, Darian. Khan Ni’ Tay! Khan Ni’ Tay!”

  He grinned wickedly and planted one more kiss on her swollen lips and withdrew his fingers, slick with her desire.

  “Your wish is my command, babe,” he said seductively. “I’m gonna’ feed you until you’re full,” he mumbled, moving into position. She was already moaning and he hadn’t even entered her yet.

  With one gentle thrust, he slid into her, but he took his time. He felt her stiffen as the feeling of fullness overcame her. She was massaging him, holding onto him tightly and he reveled in the sensation.

  When he withdrew from her, she felt hollow and empty and a deep sadness nearly overwhelmed her. She felt him entering her again, slowly stretching her with each gentle thrust of his hips and she felt like she could take no more. He was a caring lover and he obviously didn’t want to hurt her. She began to cry and he stopped to wipe away her tears.

  “Hey, is it that bad?” he joked and she laughed, raising herself to kiss him on the lips. He gently bit her lower lip as his tongue delved into her mouth.

  “I think you know that it’s the best sex I’ve ever had,” she whispered and he grinned. “You have a beautiful smile, Darian,” she said.

  “Do you want to tell me why you’re upset?” he asked, remaining nestled between her thighs.

  “I just… I’ve never… had so caring a lover,” she admitted, blushing furiously. The look on his face nearly broke her heart. He was genuinely upset and she didn’t know what to do with

  that. He was a Mage of The Order and women would always throw themselves at his feet. How

  could she compete with that?

  “I’m sorry, Shazzi,” he whispered, kissing her softly. “While you are with me, your needs will always come first, this I can promise. All you have to do is ask and you shall have it,” he assured her, kissing her softly. “I will never hurt you, Lustryl.” Not physically anyway, he thought with a frown.

  He eased into her again and she gripped his ass, her nails biting into the tender flesh and pulling him all the way in. He groaned and shuddered, as his body attempted to give in, but he took back control.

  “Vazaalhen!” he exclaimed, once he was fully seated within her. She could feel him pulsing with need and purposely tightened around him, eliciting a moan of approval from him.

  “You can tease me, babe, I can take it and so much more.” His eyes were glazed over and she felt him moving within her again. Her head flew back as she relaxed into his bed and he increased his speed slightly, stroking her fervently.

  He made love to her so slowly, taking care not to hurt her, letting the pressure and the pleasure build between them. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moved with him. The things that he whispered to her as he moved within her were so naughty that they shouldn’t be allowed on his lips, but it was an incredible turn on to them both. He gave her a taste of things to come, stroking her pleasure center with urgency. Immediately, she began to moan so loud that it was deafening and Brandiel shook his head in amazement. He’d never made a woman sound like that before. Of course, he was no Darian either.

  Darian wasn’t ready for her to give in yet, but her body had other plans. Ecstasy claimed her and he worked tirelessly to give her everything she wanted and more. Her vision went dark as he effortlessly hit her G spot and if she didn’t know better, she’d swear he knew exactly where it was. He probably did, he was too good not to. Who’s screaming his name? Takasha! That’s me! I’m screaming his name. She was lost in bliss and didn’t care nor was she embarrassed.

  She opened her eyes and found him smiling at her and she smiled back. “Good?” he asked knowingly.

  “Mm,” she replied, unable to form words right now.

  “I’m gonna’ make you come once more before I do, okay?” she laughed weakly and he took it as a challenge.

  He positioned her on her knees and gently pushed her head down, arching her ass high into the air. He moved her legs farther apart and guided himself to her needy opening. She could feel him begging for entrance and her body willingly obeyed. He was lost within her, her body covering him and pulling him ever deeper.

  Darian mumbled something that she didn’t understand and she thought it must be his

  native tongue. Whatever it was, was incredibly sexy and filled with need and it nearly made her tumble over the edge again. Takasha! How is he doing this? How can he have so much control over my body? He must be ready, she thought, as he sped up his movement. Before long, she felt him lightly brushing the hidden treasure within her and it made lights dance before her eyes. The sounds he was making excited her and she couldn’t believe she was feeling this good.

  “Mm, babe,” he moaned, as he continued to assault her with blinding pleasure. He stopped breathing, focusing solely on her body joining with his. A minor adjustment had him tunneling into her with such force, that she nearly blacked out from the pleasure. Once more she was screaming his name, her body owning Darian’s and squeezing the life out of his member. He groaned, giving in to her demands and flooded her with his essence. He didn’t relent until they were both fully sated and only then, did he pull out of her gently and flop onto his back.

  She snuggled up to him, kissing his chest and moving to his mouth and was pleasantly surprised when he did not push her away. In fact, he embraced her and the closeness. He pulled her to him and held her tightly against him.

  “Darian, you’re a dangerous man,” she whispered, holding back a yawn.

  He laughed and she shivered at the sound. “How so?” he asked, as he stroked the soft skin of her back.

  “Your magnetism is strong, Mage. You’re a caring, damn frustrating, so gorgeous it’s sinful, best lover I’ve ever had kind of dangerous.”

  Darian said nothing, he merely watched her as she slipped into Ru Nay’ Sha. He healed her quickly and let his mind drift off. He thought of Reny, alone with Hunter in his tower, and felt suddenly guilty. He’d been with two women
since coming to Kaleika Bay, but Renlyss haunted him. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her face and lately, his dreams were of her. And although the sex with Lustryl was great, she was no Renlyss. Reny took control of him like no other woman ever dared to and got away with it. Darian craved her touch and attention. He needed to make up his mind and do it quickly before he lost her.

  Kelindril was correct, she wouldn’t wait forever. Undoubtedly, her patience was wearing thin with his week’s long absence. He needed to go see her, but before he did so, he needed to come to a decision. He watched the gentle rising and falling of Lustryl’s chest. She was beautiful in her slumber, and he knew he’d make love to her again before saying goodbye. He needed quiet and solitude to think and he would never get it with a naked woman in his bed.

  Sometime in deep night, he drifted off, too tired to stay awake any longer. Lustryl snuggled close to him and he held her as he slipped away. Renlyss came to him in his dreams once more and his heart ached with her absence. He resolved to spend the next day in solitude, contemplating his predicament.

  36

  In the morning, he awoke to a sensual sensation and was vocal in his appreciation. He opened his eyes and found Lustryl between his knees, paying homage to him. Her tongue swirled over his engorged head and he let out a breathy moan. She grinned wickedly but didn’t stop her servile flattery and he was ever grateful. Her lips tightened around him, mimicking her sweet center and he groaned, needing to be inside her.

  “Lustryl,” he gritted, “I…”

  “Shhh,” she said around him, but didn’t stop. “I want to, Darian. You took such good care of me, now let me take care of you.” He gave up his protests. Was he stupid? Gods! She was good and he was about to… Without warning, he gave in to the pleasure and let her push him over the edge. She was relentless in her insistence and he was getting hard again.

  She straddled him and bent to kiss him, her tongue sweeping into his mouth. He tasted the salty tang of his pleasure on her lips and it turned him on. She kissed and nipped him playfully and he could feel the sweet wetness as she moved across him. His thumb found her and stroked softly and she mewled in need.