Born In Water
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He slid his hands beneath her boy shorts and stroked her ass. “No going back now, little witch.”
“Not even if you beg me.” She sat up and whipped her shirt over her head.
His eyes darkened as he looked at her, lingering on her breasts and then down her stomach. Sliding his hands up her sides, he stopped with them resting frustratingly close to her breasts.
“Touch me.” She put his hands on her breasts.
Sensation shot through her, and she arched into his caress. All the pent-up emotions he’d stirred in her since meeting him surged to the forefront and swept her along with them. Being with him was more right than anything in her life, and she didn’t care why. The connection between them flared into brilliant, hot life and demanded fulfillment. They belonged together. It was visceral, it was powerful, it was inevitable.
He plumped her breasts in his hands, then sat up and fastened his mouth around her nipple.
Wet heat of his mouth made her cry out. Her body was on fire for him. Heat pulsed between her thighs, and she ground down on his cock.
She grabbed his shoulders, needing to anchor herself before she got swept away. His T-shirt pissed her off, and she tugged at it. She was desperate for his skin against hers.
He released her nipple to tug his shirt over his head, and then he moved back to her breasts.
Bronwyn stroked his shoulders, his chest, his biceps, any part of his hot, silken skin she could touch.
“Lift up.” He gripped her hips and lifted her off him.
Bronwyn whimpered at the loss of him against where she ached.
Alexander tugged off her shorts and then slid off his jeans and boxers.
Naked, he pressed her back into the bed.
Friction of his chest against her breasts was almost too much, but not nearly enough and she writhed beneath him.
“Little witch.” He pressed hot sucking kisses to her chest, and to her stomach. “My everything.” He trailed his mouth over her hipbone and settled between her thighs. “I’ve dreamed of you like this.”
Raising her leg, he placed it over his shoulder, opening her to his gaze and then his mouth.
A sob broke out of her as he worked his tongue over her, taking his time and learning what she liked. His mouth drove her close to release and then backed off. She was almost screaming her frustration as he drove her higher and higher but denied her the pinnacle.
“Please,” she sobbed, her voice hoarse with need.
Alexander sat up and reached for the condom. “I want you to come with me inside you,” he said as he slid the condom over his cock. “I’ve waited a lifetime for this.”
Hard and thick, he pressed into her.
Her wet slick flesh made space for him and took all of him. When he was seated fully inside her, Bronwyn gripped him tight with her arms and her thighs. She’d never felt anything like it. The connection was complete, perfect, and she surrendered.
Alexander moved inside, deep and hard.
Tension coiled in her belly and spread through her. She grabbed his ass and dug her nails in. He was exactly where she needed him most.
Heat built quickly, flaring out of control. His thrusts grew deeper, less controlled.
Face taut with concentration, he locked his dark gaze on hers and held her captive.
Reaching down, he used his fingers as he continued to thrust in and out.
Their gazes stayed locked as Bronwyn’s climax overtook her.
She watched as he joined her, the connection almost too intimate to hold.
Tears gathered and seeped down her face.
Wiping them away, his face gentle, he said, “You are mine now, little witch.”
Her smile felt like it came from the deepest part of her. “And you are mine.” Her tears of joy eased into laughter. “And I’m not giving you back.”
Alexander left Bronwyn curled up in his bed, one hand tucked beneath the pillows, her hair spilling over her shoulders. Fierce primal emotions warred in his chest. She was his, his to protect, his to love and his to keep. Goddess help the person who thought to change that.
And it seemed the prophecy had not taken modern prophylactics into account. No broken condoms to worry about. Perhaps his little witch was right about that after all.
Perhaps not, and either way, he would be happy. He didn’t deserve her or the joy she brought but he would cling to the gift like a starved mongrel.
His bare feet slapped against the stone floors as he made his way through the silent barracks.
“I’ll be watching you.” Roderick emerged from the gloom of the practice yards. “I’d love you to prove me right not to trust you.”
Some things never changed, and Alexander grinned at him. “Aren’t you sweet?”
Roderick folded his arms and watched him.
Alexander went through the dim castle and let himself into the bailey. He opened the door and took the stairs to the caverns. She was in there, Goddess, and they needed to chat.
Goddess was an almost tangible presence now that the water cardinal point was awake and functioning. She would have to grow a lot stronger to face Rhiannon. And the confrontation was looking inevitable.
In the central cavern, Goddess Pool glowed azure.
Alexander checked behind him to make sure nobody was watching. He had no idea what to make of his secret, and he wanted to understand it. He took his hand from his pocket and called his power. Delicate lines of red, green, yellow and blue played between his fingertips before twining into one thin white line that shot out of his hand and flared into a bright white light.
It looked like magic, even felt like magic, but that was impossible because there had never been a male witch.
Ripples broke over Goddess Pool.
Alexander glanced at it and smiled. “You seem to have left me with a somewhat confusing gift.”
A woman’s mellifluous laughter rolled gently through the caverns. “Blessed.”
Epilogue
Warren Masters didn’t believe in hunches, gut instincts or inklings. He believed in the power of his fist, the steadiness of his aim, and the thoroughness of his training. Regardless, this thing wringing him from the inside out demanded he do something, and it wouldn’t leave him alone.
It had started about a week ago, a woman’s voice in his dreams, calling him to come to her. At first, he’d dismissed it, but the same dream every night had shaken him. The dream got stronger each time he had it, and the gut sense that he needed to do whatever this voice wanted grew with it.
He pressed his hot face against the cool glass of his grime-smeared window.
“What?” Warren whispered into his dingy room, “What do you want?”
Outside, a gaggle of kids made their way to school, backpacks sagging as they yelled at each other.
The nagging tug at his consciousness crept around the decrepit furniture and the stench of antiseptic to fill his room. It hounded him with the searing certainty that he was in the wrong place. This morning it rampaged through him, tightening his lungs and increasing his heart rate. Sweat covered his torso and soaked into his sweatpants waistband.
“What do you want from me?”
Warren was a logical man, a soldier. Surrendering to the compulsion, he flipped on the desk light. A map he’d bought yesterday concealed the desk’s scarred and stained surface. As he leaned over the map, the desk rocked under his hands.
“Where?” Jesus, if his neighbors heard him talking to himself, they’d think he’d gone around the fucking twist. They already went out of their way to avoid him, taking the next lift rather than being in one with him, walking as far away from him as the narrow hallways would allow.
With the escalating demand tying him in knots and growing stronger with each passing day, he might have lost his mind. If insanity lurked, then let it come.
His breath rasped, his heart pounded and the knot in his belly tightened around his breakfast of sausage, egg and chips.
He pinpointed his current l
ocation on the map, east and a little south of Manchester. Jabbing his finger on the spot, he waited. He breathed. In and out.
South. Staffordshire, Warwickshire, Wiltshire and still his index finger slid down the map to where the yellow of the land abutted the blue sea. A tiny black dot along the coastline drew him.
Air rushed into his lungs, and he took his first proper breath in hours. Peering at where his finger had stopped, he read the name. “Greater Littleton.”
Yes. His pounding heart stilled. Deep peace flooded him. Greater Littleton, a village he’d never heard of but knew without a doubt he had to reach.
Clear as the kids shouting at each other on the street below his window, a woman’s voice spoke. “Coimhdeacht. You are called.”
What happens next…
Purged in Fire
Cré-Witch Chronicles Vol. ll
What happened before…
The day the magic died... The ancient order of Cré-Witches is under attack. Witch-hunts, powerful arcane enemies and betrayal threaten the coven with extinction. One young, inexperienced witch and her newly bonded warrior guardian are all that stands against the death of Cré-Magic, and somehow they have to be enough.
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Born British and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger suffers from an incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian engineer, whose marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after they first met. Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across three different continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made her multilingual, but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese, even worse Zulu and enough French to get herself into trouble.
Mimicking her globe trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path began as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil of her first love, writing. She also moonlights as a wife and mother. She currently lives in Ottawa, Canada, filling her empty nest with fur babies. Part footloose buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart is most content when reading or writing books.
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