Chapter 1
Lucia threw her head back, her mouth slightly
parted and Tarrin watched her ride him, her hair swinging against his
hips. The soft spirals tickled his dark skin and a groan escaped him
as the moist velvet glove of her pussy pressed him to finish before
he desired.
This was always a problem between them, if one
counted it as such.
Tarrin did not.
In the few years they had ruled beside Kier and
Holly, Tarrin had become even more convinced that Lucia was meant for
him and him alone.
“Daydreaming, my dark angel?” she asked,
grinding her golden mound on top of his with a finesse that was
criminal in its execution.
Tarrin could not hold back and came inside her
heat in a delicious rush of hot seed that was torn from his balls by
his lovely mate.
“No!” he barked and she gave a low throaty
laugh, finishing up her twirling push against his vampire cock in a
lazy circle and then began to move away.
“No... not yet, Lucia,” Tarrin said, grabbing
her with his dark hands.
She gave a feminine yelp of surprise as he buried
his hand in all those dark blond curls and forced her to meet his
gaze.
“I will take it upon myself to give you proper
discipline later...” he promised.
“And I shall like it,” she breathed in return.
He kissed her then with an almost bruising force
and her lips parted beneath his.
Growling softly, Tarrin broke the erotic tongue
tie, Lucia smirked at him.
“Let us go and meet with Kier and Holly,”
Tarrin suggested, his fingers trailing off her rounded ass as she
moved to get dressed.
Tarrin quirked a brow, watching her. “You will
not wash our lovemaking from your body?”
She shook her head, with a large grin and replied,
“Let them scent your vampire seed from within my body...”
Tarrin blurred to her, dwarfing her, even though
she stood nearly six feet in height. He cradled her face he'd just
kissed, pecking her again and again, nuzzling his face against her
temple. “How I love you, breeder.”
Lucia moved her lips against his neck. “And I,
you.”
He took her hand and kissed the underside of her
wrist where her blood flowed, the most intimate of gestures before
dropping it so she might dress.
Tarrin watched her select her wardrobe, the ghost
of a smile never leaving his lips.
Or hers.
*
Tarrin and Lucia strode to the interior chamber of
the newest place they called coven; it was little more than the
bowels of the earth. While the rest of the Druid nest dwelt above
ground, where the Druid Breeder mates lived handsomely, the meetings
all took place beneath the earth.
Guarded and without the aid of sunlight.
Tarrin and Kier did not always agree on things,
but on this they had. It was safer to plot subterfuge or anything
else in an area that was wholly secret in its location. It had the added advantage of
being secure from sunlight. Though some of the Druids could move in
sunlight, it was little more than shadow walking, in Tarrin's
opinion.
He came upon the King and Queen, their heads
pressed together, one light and one dark. Their gazes moved to his as
he and Lucia made their entrance.
Kier's nostrils flared at the subtle remnant of
their sexual encounter. A brief smile revealed his fangs and then was
gone.
Kier nodded his acknowledgment of Tarrin and the
moment their eyes met, Tarrin knew a challenge had come to the
doorstep of their coven.
“What say you?” Tarrin asked, folding his arms
across the dark skin of a chest heavily muscled and scarred from an
extended lifetime's worth millennia of battle.
Lucia circled around the low table that held
papers and other items of interest: mainly maps of other covens,
hostile and otherwise. She knew that their presence had been summoned
here for more than just a chat.
Kier sighed, raking a hand over his longish hair
bound at the nape of his neck. The soft candles glowed with a low
light and gave off a fragrance that aided Druid magic.
“Our scouts have come across a problem with
insurrection.” Tarrin and
Lucia threw her head back, her mouth slightly
parted and Tarrin watched her ride him, her hair swinging against his
hips. The soft spirals tickled his dark skin and a groan escaped him
as the moist velvet glove of her pussy pressed him to finish before
he desired.
This was always a problem between them, if one
counted it as such.
Tarrin did not.
In the few years they had ruled beside Kier and
Holly, Tarrin had become even more convinced that Lucia was meant for
him and him alone.
“Daydreaming, my dark angel?” she asked,
grinding her golden mound on top of his with a finesse that was
criminal in its execution.
Tarrin could not hold back and came inside her
heat in a delicious rush of hot seed that was torn from his balls by
his lovely mate.
“No!” he barked and she gave a low throaty
laugh, finishing up her twirling push against his vampire cock in a
lazy circle and then began to move away.
“No... not yet, Lucia,” Tarrin said, grabbing
her with his dark hands.
She gave a feminine yelp of surprise as he buried
his hand in all those dark blond curls and forced her to meet his
gaze.
“I will take it upon myself to give you proper
discipline later...” he promised.
“And I shall like it,” she breathed in return.
He kissed her then with an almost bruising force
and her lips parted beneath his.
Growling softly, Tarrin broke the erotic tongue
tie, Lucia smirked at him.
“Let us go and meet with Kier and Holly,”
Tarrin suggested, his fingers trailing off her rounded ass as she
moved to get dressed.
Tarrin quirked a brow, watching her. “You will
not wash our lovemaking from your body?”
She shook her head, with a large grin and replied,
“Let them scent your vampire seed from within my body...”
Tarrin blurred to her, dwarfing her, even though
she stood nearly six feet in height. He cradled her face he'd just
kissed, pecking her again and again, nuzzling his face against her
temple. “How I love you, breeder.”
Lucia moved her lips against his neck. “And I,
you.”
He took her hand and kissed the underside of her
wrist where her blood flowed, the most intimate of gestures before
dropping it so she might dress.
Tarrin watched her select her wardrobe, the ghost
of a smile never leaving his lips.
Or hers.
*
Tarrin and Lucia strode to the interior chamber of
the newest place they called coven; it was little more than the
bowels of the earth. While the rest of the Druid nest dwelt above
ground, where the Druid Breeder mates lived handsomely, the meetings
all took place beneath the earth.
Guarded and without the aid of sunlight.
Tarrin and Kier did not always agree on things,
but on this they had. It was safer to plot subterfuge or anything
else in an area that was wholly secret in its location. It had the added advantage of
being secure from sunlight. Though some of the Druids could move in
sunlight, it was little more than shadow walking, in Tarrin's
opinion.
He came upon the King and Queen, their heads
pressed together, one light and one dark. Their gazes moved to his as
he and Lucia made their entrance.
Kier's nostrils flared at the subtle remnant of
their sexual encounter. A brief smile revealed his fangs and then was
gone.
Kier nodded his acknowledgment of Tarrin and the
moment their eyes met, Tarrin knew a challenge had come to the
doorstep of their coven.
“What say you?” Tarrin asked, folding his arms
across the dark skin of a chest heavily muscled and scarred from an
extended lifetime's worth millennia of battle.
Lucia circled around the low table that held
papers and other items of interest: mainly maps of other covens,
hostile and otherwise. She knew that their presence had been summoned
here for more than just a chat.
Kier sighed, raking a hand over his longish hair
bound at the nape of his neck. The soft candles glowed with a low
light and gave off a fragrance that aided Druid magic.
“Our scouts have come across a problem with
insurrection.” Tarrin and
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