this—” Oh goodness, it felt so incredibly good. She stood there, her hands braced against one of the seats as the magic lights beneath her skirts whirled and spiraled and teased her. Her legs were melting. She had to resist . . . she had to . . .
“Stop—”
But her voice died away. Why stop? She couldn’t remember 82 / Sharon Page
why. There was Blackthorne . . . whom she had fallen in love with, but she couldn’t have him. She couldn’t marry him when she might be a demon, when her power might truly mean she was cursed—
Lukos was on his knees in front of her. “I saved your life, love, because I’ve felt a desire for you I’ve never felt for anyone before. I realized you were the reason I felt no sexual need when I fed—desire came in the instant I saw you.”
He began to lift her skirts, and she couldn’t stop him. Not with the magic teasing both her throbbing clitoris and her tingling bottom. She was rocking, feeling that same intense pleasure as she had when she’d tried to save Zayan.
“Let me make love to you, my angel,” Lukos growled.
Oh heavens. Heavens. Heavens. She couldn’t answer. She cried out. The lights had delved inside both her cunny and her rump, filling her and stretching her, and she’d burst—simply exploded—in pleasure.
“Good, sweet angel.” Lukos’s voice was hoarse with approval. “You’re coming.”
5
Punishment
Translation of the Prophecy of Lukos From a manuscript held in the archives of the Royal Society for the Investigation of Mysterious Phenomena A rend in the earth shall set him free. Signs shall be sent to his disciples, to those who serve him nobly. They will feast in blood in preparation of his rise, until the seventh day before Samhain, when they will fast in honor of the final ascension. And once he steps upon the earth, he shall summon those disciples and they shall stand at his side, an army of unthinkable power and infinite evil.
He shall find the woman bred to be his mate. Vampyre, mortal, and descendent of a god. His mate has been created to destroy God’s creation: man. But as he prepares to launch his army and subject the earth to eternal darkness, the mate of his soul will bear him a son, and that son shall bring him to his knees and take his very life.
His army will continue and much blood will be spilled, and the earth will be plunged into two hundred years of 84 / Sharon Page
darkness, doom, and strife, and then the world will come to an end—
Something unexpected happened as the woman—Miranda—
came for him. Lukos felt it in his mind. It was as though he had thrown open a large door and had let blinding light fall upon him. He’d opened himself to her. He could feel his thoughts racing into her mind, and hers flooded into his.
He had Miranda’s skirts in his hands—a bunched swath of silk that carried her rosy, innocent, and alluringly feminine scent.
This had never happened to him before. Since the first night he had gone into Lucifer’s labyrinth, he had been able to keep his mind closed to anyone and anything.
He had not even experienced this with Serena Lark, the half-vampire woman who he’d believed was his intended mate.
Another smell came to him—the earthy, rich perfume of Miranda’s juices as she rocked in her climax. It called to him. His desire surged. He yanked up her gown and put his mouth to her damp nether curls, letting her skirts and lacy petticoats fall around his shoulders.
Thrusting his tongue out, he licked her creamy cunny, tasting the pleasure he’d given her. With one hand, he freed his cock. He moaned as it sprang from his trousers, standing up to the heavens and pointing to Miranda’s slick passage. The purple lights whirled around her, brighter now. The energy of her orgasm was combining with his magic, lighting the carriage with a beautiful, unearthly purple glow.
It reminded him of a sunset, and that made him bury his face between her thighs and lick her harder.
“Lukos.” She
“Stop—”
But her voice died away. Why stop? She couldn’t remember 82 / Sharon Page
why. There was Blackthorne . . . whom she had fallen in love with, but she couldn’t have him. She couldn’t marry him when she might be a demon, when her power might truly mean she was cursed—
Lukos was on his knees in front of her. “I saved your life, love, because I’ve felt a desire for you I’ve never felt for anyone before. I realized you were the reason I felt no sexual need when I fed—desire came in the instant I saw you.”
He began to lift her skirts, and she couldn’t stop him. Not with the magic teasing both her throbbing clitoris and her tingling bottom. She was rocking, feeling that same intense pleasure as she had when she’d tried to save Zayan.
“Let me make love to you, my angel,” Lukos growled.
Oh heavens. Heavens. Heavens. She couldn’t answer. She cried out. The lights had delved inside both her cunny and her rump, filling her and stretching her, and she’d burst—simply exploded—in pleasure.
“Good, sweet angel.” Lukos’s voice was hoarse with approval. “You’re coming.”
5
Punishment
Translation of the Prophecy of Lukos From a manuscript held in the archives of the Royal Society for the Investigation of Mysterious Phenomena A rend in the earth shall set him free. Signs shall be sent to his disciples, to those who serve him nobly. They will feast in blood in preparation of his rise, until the seventh day before Samhain, when they will fast in honor of the final ascension. And once he steps upon the earth, he shall summon those disciples and they shall stand at his side, an army of unthinkable power and infinite evil.
He shall find the woman bred to be his mate. Vampyre, mortal, and descendent of a god. His mate has been created to destroy God’s creation: man. But as he prepares to launch his army and subject the earth to eternal darkness, the mate of his soul will bear him a son, and that son shall bring him to his knees and take his very life.
His army will continue and much blood will be spilled, and the earth will be plunged into two hundred years of 84 / Sharon Page
darkness, doom, and strife, and then the world will come to an end—
Something unexpected happened as the woman—Miranda—
came for him. Lukos felt it in his mind. It was as though he had thrown open a large door and had let blinding light fall upon him. He’d opened himself to her. He could feel his thoughts racing into her mind, and hers flooded into his.
He had Miranda’s skirts in his hands—a bunched swath of silk that carried her rosy, innocent, and alluringly feminine scent.
This had never happened to him before. Since the first night he had gone into Lucifer’s labyrinth, he had been able to keep his mind closed to anyone and anything.
He had not even experienced this with Serena Lark, the half-vampire woman who he’d believed was his intended mate.
Another smell came to him—the earthy, rich perfume of Miranda’s juices as she rocked in her climax. It called to him. His desire surged. He yanked up her gown and put his mouth to her damp nether curls, letting her skirts and lacy petticoats fall around his shoulders.
Thrusting his tongue out, he licked her creamy cunny, tasting the pleasure he’d given her. With one hand, he freed his cock. He moaned as it sprang from his trousers, standing up to the heavens and pointing to Miranda’s slick passage. The purple lights whirled around her, brighter now. The energy of her orgasm was combining with his magic, lighting the carriage with a beautiful, unearthly purple glow.
It reminded him of a sunset, and that made him bury his face between her thighs and lick her harder.
“Lukos.” She
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