Andrew: Lanning’s Leap: Erotica Shapeshifter Romance (Lanning's Leap Book 5) by Kathi S. Barton Page A
Authors: Kathi S. Barton
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her, the envelope that I gave you, you handed it to Laci?” He said that he had. Several times now, but he wasn’t getting the answers that he wanted and he was pretty sure that Cyrus knew it. “Then why am I not happy with the results? She was to die. By your hand. The spell in that envelope was there so that you’d be responsible for her murder and no one would connect it to me. Tell me what you did. What happened?”
“I do not know, my lord. I handed it to her as you said for me to, then I left.” Martin lashed out at Cyrus and was pissed when he didn’t whimper or cry out when his magic tore into his flesh. “My lord, you are aware, are you not, that Lady Sonya is dead?”
Martin knew that. It had been all over the magical world that the great and powerful Sonya had been murdered for no reason. Well, Martin thought there might have been one or two reasons that the queen had killed her, but he didn’t think she should have died like she had. To have been burned to death by her own magic.... Well, Martin was going to have a care from now on who he pushed his magic at. There was no point in getting himself hurt. And now with Sonya out of the way, he could move into her territory and take over where she had failed and make it his own.
“Sonya was a great lost to us all.” He looked around the room at his servants, daring any of them to gainsay him. “She was a great lost to us all, was she not?”
Every one of them nodded, like puppets with strings. Martin looked at the bleeding body before him and was disgusted. No one was going to think they were more magical than him, and no one more powerful when it came to ruling his people. Martin ruled not with an iron fist but one made of diamonds and stone. He knew those things were much stronger than a simple metal, like iron.
Now what to do about Cyrus. He couldn’t kill him. He wanted to, almost on a daily basis, but it wasn’t within his power. Cyrus didn’t belong to him. He worked for him, even did his bidding, but Martin hadn’t made him. Cyrus only thought he had. And Martin was never going to tell him. If he killed the man before him, then his own master, more powerful and greater than anyone Martin had ever met, would come to him. He’d know where he was and kill him without Martin ever being able to explain himself.
“You’re to go to your room and you are not to feed for a week.” Cyrus said nothing. Not that he was allowed, but Martin wanted to hear him beg. Or at the very least look up at him with that questioning look he had. “And then, maybe then, I will allow you to come and work for me again. Be gone.”
When he simply disappeared, Martin started to stand and see what had happened. There was no way that he’d developed that power. Martin couldn’t even do that as yet, and he’d been around for centuries. The art of transportation was something that he’d never been able to conquer. But he would. Martin looked at his harem and decided that he’d treat himself for not murdering Cyrus.
“Come here.” Two of the women that he’d changed recently started to back away from him. “I said to come here.”
They knew better than to disobey him a second time. Martin didn’t like being denied and when he was, he let everyone, even the household, know it. But when they came to him on their knees, Martin was both disappointed and excited to see them with his marks on their backs, blood seeping from the rags that they had been given by him.
After telling them to strip, he watched as they took off the bits of clothing that hid little. Christ, they had wonderful bodies, and he reached down and stroked his cock while he watched. As soon as they were both naked, he ordered them to kiss and fondle each other. He wasn’t pleased with them when they shied away from it.
“I said to fuck each other. Now. Suck each other off and then when you come, both of you, I want you to come here to me.” The blonde cupped the redhead’s tit and he felt
“I do not know, my lord. I handed it to her as you said for me to, then I left.” Martin lashed out at Cyrus and was pissed when he didn’t whimper or cry out when his magic tore into his flesh. “My lord, you are aware, are you not, that Lady Sonya is dead?”
Martin knew that. It had been all over the magical world that the great and powerful Sonya had been murdered for no reason. Well, Martin thought there might have been one or two reasons that the queen had killed her, but he didn’t think she should have died like she had. To have been burned to death by her own magic.... Well, Martin was going to have a care from now on who he pushed his magic at. There was no point in getting himself hurt. And now with Sonya out of the way, he could move into her territory and take over where she had failed and make it his own.
“Sonya was a great lost to us all.” He looked around the room at his servants, daring any of them to gainsay him. “She was a great lost to us all, was she not?”
Every one of them nodded, like puppets with strings. Martin looked at the bleeding body before him and was disgusted. No one was going to think they were more magical than him, and no one more powerful when it came to ruling his people. Martin ruled not with an iron fist but one made of diamonds and stone. He knew those things were much stronger than a simple metal, like iron.
Now what to do about Cyrus. He couldn’t kill him. He wanted to, almost on a daily basis, but it wasn’t within his power. Cyrus didn’t belong to him. He worked for him, even did his bidding, but Martin hadn’t made him. Cyrus only thought he had. And Martin was never going to tell him. If he killed the man before him, then his own master, more powerful and greater than anyone Martin had ever met, would come to him. He’d know where he was and kill him without Martin ever being able to explain himself.
“You’re to go to your room and you are not to feed for a week.” Cyrus said nothing. Not that he was allowed, but Martin wanted to hear him beg. Or at the very least look up at him with that questioning look he had. “And then, maybe then, I will allow you to come and work for me again. Be gone.”
When he simply disappeared, Martin started to stand and see what had happened. There was no way that he’d developed that power. Martin couldn’t even do that as yet, and he’d been around for centuries. The art of transportation was something that he’d never been able to conquer. But he would. Martin looked at his harem and decided that he’d treat himself for not murdering Cyrus.
“Come here.” Two of the women that he’d changed recently started to back away from him. “I said to come here.”
They knew better than to disobey him a second time. Martin didn’t like being denied and when he was, he let everyone, even the household, know it. But when they came to him on their knees, Martin was both disappointed and excited to see them with his marks on their backs, blood seeping from the rags that they had been given by him.
After telling them to strip, he watched as they took off the bits of clothing that hid little. Christ, they had wonderful bodies, and he reached down and stroked his cock while he watched. As soon as they were both naked, he ordered them to kiss and fondle each other. He wasn’t pleased with them when they shied away from it.
“I said to fuck each other. Now. Suck each other off and then when you come, both of you, I want you to come here to me.” The blonde cupped the redhead’s tit and he felt
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