Reborn
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“Take her. She is yours as well as mine.” Dagan rasps in fragments between rough duels of their tongues.
Warren angles his hips then uses his power to align his cock with my welcoming flesh. He glides into me, filling me with one long stroke. The pleasure drives me past rational thought. I throw one leg over his hip to cling to him, though it would be impossible to get any closer. My lips latch onto the pulse in his throat but I force myself to refrain from the delicacy until the perfect moment.
They must hurry, I need to taste him. To seal our bond.
Lost in the rapture of his smooth thrusts, I hadn’t noticed Dagan probing my rear with a tendril of his magic. The tiny stream embedded in me begins to expand, catching my attention, enhancing my pleasure. I moan when the air between my legs is formed into many tiny fingers that tease my sensitized pussy.
The flurry of motion draws the arousal dripping around Warren’s cock to my ass. My lover fucks harder as several of the tendrils extend their reach, shimmering over his tight balls. I laugh at his tortured curse. My amusement is cut short when they continue growing until they undulate over my clit.
I clamp around Warren’s cock and around the magic that has begun to spread my ass open in such gradual increments I feel only the pleasure and none of the pain. The excess moisture from my pussy is drawn onto the clenching ring of my ass, painted there with swirls of insubstantial contact that leave me craving more.
“Dagan, I need you.” My fingernails rake Warren’s back as I struggle to steal more of him, of them both, but I am pinned helpless between them.
“Shh, love. You’ll have me. You always have me. Let me work you open, I don’t want you to hurt for even a moment. No more suffering today.” The mass of solidified air filling my rear bulges again, though nowhere near the girth of his mammoth cock. I don’t care if it stings, I want him inside me. He’ll ease the ache soon enough.
As though he senses my impatience, Warren redoubles his efforts to distract me. At the same time he lunges within my pussy, pummeling my sopping flesh, Dagan increases the swirls of his magic massaging my clit.
I cannot resist them. My spine arches, pressing my head into Dagan’s shoulder. He devours my lips as he continues to prepare me. I fight the assault of ecstasy but I cannot hold on.
“Come for me, Amy.” Warren groans as he observes the rapture that must be written on my face. His slick chest glides over mine, stroking the aching peaks of my breasts.
He grinds against me, driving me beyond control. I shatter around him, screaming his name even as Dagan expands the probe in my ass. Before the spasms of climax fade, Dagan replaces the shaft of air with his cock. I’ve never felt it this hard before. Huge, even for him, I see why he has insisted on waiting.
Dripping wet and ready, I expect him to impale me with ease. Yet he triggers an answering aftershock of desire with every thrust that works him a little deeper. When the head of his cock nudges Warren’s stiff flesh through the thin tissue separating then, both of my mates groan.
My orgasm is endless, bursting in surge after surge as they refuse to let me relax. Dagan roars when he is finally seated to the root. His magic lifts us. We float over the bed—spinning, hovering so that both of my lovers can move freely within me. The vigorous lunges of their hungry bodies leave me incapacitated. All I can do is enjoy the gift of their passion.
My hair drapes around us like a curtain, or hangs beneath us like a waterfall as we spin and rock together. The remnants of my orgasm coalesce, building again into something more substantial.
“Yes, love. That’s right. Take us with you this time.” Dagan redoubles his efforts. Or maybe his control has disintegrated. He fucks me like a wild animal, though his hands are still tender when they caress the sides of my breasts. “I need to taste you.”
The last is a ragged growl from his throat. The same urge burns my belly. Just the thought shoves me closer to the precipice. Warren moans then tilts his face to lick a path up Dagan’s neck. My fangs rest over the artery exposed to me. When the pumping blood beneath Warren’s skin bumps against my teeth, I am lost.
I come again, squeezing the shafts that fuck me together. The flexing of all my muscles sinks my teeth into Warren’s neck. The delicious tang of his blood fills my mouth, gliding over my tongue. The erotic pain obliterates his control. He snarls as he erupts deep inside my pussy, still fucking as he bites Dagan. His essence is tinged with Dagan’s flavor, the combination pure perfection to my taste buds.
Dagan surrenders, groaning as he pumps his seed into my ass. The razor sharp canines that pierce my artery trigger the last burst of my orgasm. Nothing can surpass the pleasure of feeding my mates. Dagan releases in a final fury of passion. His power sputters as his concentration evaporates. We tumble to the bed together.
The punctures on our necks heal instantly as our fangs are withdrawn. Warren lifts his head from its cushion on my breast, to lap tiny spatter marks from my cheek as our mate collapses beside us.
The moment the three of our essences have mingled, irrevocably blended, the taint of the poison lifts from my blood. A tingling sensation builds over my heart in an intricate design. Simultaneously, each of us glances down to discover our own matching brand.
A single phoenix, encased in a heart-shaped flame, rises above three separate figures—identical, everlasting and flawless.
Just as our love for each other will eternally be.
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Sneak Peek – Picture Perfect
Enjoy paranormal romance from Jayne Rylon? If so, check out this sexy tale about a man trapped in a painting and his one chance to get free.
Conn Hennessey suffered nine hundred years trapped in a godforsaken painting. Halloween magic gives him one chance at freedom. With just twenty four hours to break the spell, by convincing the woman he loves they belong together, a day never seemed so short.
Dana Kavanagh wishes she were gullible enough to believe her sexy stranger’s story. He looks and acts like the man of her dreams but magic, time travel and a pissed off witch seem farfetched. Afraid of looking like a fool if it’s a hoax, can she live with the consequences if she’s wrong?
The clock is ticking…
An Excerpt from Picture Perfect
Copyright © JAYNE RYLON, 2007
Prologue
Ireland, Twelfth century
“Do you love me?”
Conn peered down into the adoring eyes of the alluring young witch. Lying beside him on the forest floor, the light dappled her fair skin. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she recovered from their frolicking dash through the trees. Enchantment surrounded her, lounging on a bed of leaves, raven hair strewn about her delicate frame. A word away from her surrender, he refused to lie to her.
“Deirdre, I care for you.”
“But you don’t love me.” Though her eyes flashed with hurt, her tone reflected resignation. He honored their pact to settle for nothing less, despite the consequences.
“I’m sorry.” The words were soft but final. Conn let the regret and longing that ached inside him flow through his kiss.
It was goodbye.
Deirdre relaxed
beneath him as though absorbing each scrap of emotion from the final contact. He retrieved his sword from the mossy ground, buckled it over his tunic and then swung a leg over the stallion waiting at the side of the clearing. “I never meant to hurt you.”
Rising in front of him, she blocked his path. The flowing silver gown draped around her. Its embroidered belt, which proclaimed her high rank, cinched her waist, emphasizing her figure as she spread her arms wide. Power crackled through the air as tears dripped from her midnight eyes and dropped silently to the forest floor.
“Conn.” The plea in her voice could not be mistaken. “I’m sorry also. Someday you’ll understand that true love means doing what’s right even at great personal cost.”
A sudden, unnatural heat enveloped Conn, starting with his legs and spreading up his torso. Panic accompanied it, causing him to struggle with a desperation reserved for survival. “Deirdre! What are you doing? Stop this!”
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With her blue-black hair and striking green eyes, Cailin Jamenson is the epitome of beauty and the exemplar of strength. She has fought the enforced boundaries of being the lone Jamenson daughter and Redwood Pack princess, but it is the potential future with the dark wolf in her path that threatens everything she thought she desired.
Logan Anderson’s own darkness provided the reasoning for his abandonment of his former Pack, the Talons. Now, newly accepted into the Redwood Pack, this jade-eyed wolf and all she represents could be his own undoing.
In this final installment of the Redwood Pack, unimaginable tragedy strikes, and the two wolves who have fought the longest for their independence now face the uncertainty of fate and the epic battle that could end the war… and their lives.
Excerpt
By the time they’d told Kade and the rest of the Jamensons what had happened, four hours had passed, and all Logan wanted to do was crawl into bed with his mate and mark her again. And they both still needed showers.
They walked into her home—no, he supposed it was their home now—and immediately started stripping.
“I need to get clean,” she whispered.
“I’ll help,” he said as he led her to the bathroom. He turned on the shower to get the water warm and turned back to his mate. “Princess?”
She licked her lips. “I was so scared, Logan.” Her voice broke, and he crushed her body to his.
“I know, Cailin. I was so fucking scared too. We’re safe. We’re here together.”
She nodded against him, her arms tightening around his waist. “Make love to me?”
Logan pulled back, cupping her face. “What did I say about asking, love?”
“Just do it.”
He smiled then and pulled her into the shower. He let the spray hit him hard in the back first before letting it touch her.
She raised her face into the spray, the dirt, grime, and God knew what else washing off her as she leaned into him. Logan leaned as well, knowing they both needed each other in more ways than one.
After he poured some of her floral-scented shampoo into his hand, he washed her hair slowly. She moaned as he massaged her scalp, wanting to make sure she was as relaxed as possible.
“That feels so good,” his mate mumbled. “But I need you in me. Remind me we’re here. Please.”