Imprinted By The Alpha (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (The Marked One - Book 1) by Jocelyn Thomas Page A
Authors: Jocelyn Thomas
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brought hundreds of thousands of them to life, Jasper always managed to create new ones for her. In all her years, Jasper had been the only man who came close to taming her wild spirit, and as she considered his silky blond hair and bronzed skin, she knew that Jasper had earned his place as her king. He still called to her.
“Restless, my beloved?” he asked in a thick, British accent she thought would never decay.
Elia simply drank from her tumbler again and offered him a coy smile. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she could not resist the vague insistence of his small gesture. “It’s something in the air,” she told him. “There’s a new oracle. I can smell her.”
Jasper sat up in bed, propping his elbows on his knees and locking his arms around them. Elia walked toward him, her hips rocking seductively, and she was pleased as Jasper’s eyes followed the sway until she stood inches in front of him. He sounded distracted as he asked, “Has it been a thousand years already?”
The last oracle had posed too many problems and, therefore, Jasper had gathered his people, and with Elia, led the charge, making the opportunity to kill her. Since then, their vampire race had ruled uninterrupted, the shifters not daring to fight the likes of Elia’s king without the oracle.
Together, she and Jasper were far too strong for even the many groups of shifters to band together and overthrow. As king and queen, they catered to their own wills, and the only complaint Elia had was that Jasper was far too diplomatic. Were it up to her, they would have long ago plundered every city and taken what they wanted. But Jasper was legendary for his discipline and careful strategic plays.
When the time had come for shifters to negotiate, they courted Jasper rather than herself to gain ground. Jasper had agreed too many of their demands, and while he and Elia had free rein to do as they pleased in the southeastern parishes, Elia wanted more.
She addressed Jasper’s silly question with a laugh, tossing her head back. She pressed the rim of her cup to his lips, and Jasper took a sip of the rum. Jasper knew very well how long it had been, and Elia would have been furious if he’d forgotten their anniversary. “Time flies when you’re having fun, my love,” she told him. She leaned forward, replacing the cup with a stiff nipple.
Jasper took the bait, gripped her by the hips, and she placed her hand on his shoulder to steady herself against the wave of pleasure that rolled through her as Jasper groaned. He rolled her nipple in his mouth, and Elia’s bloodstream flooded with desire. His skills in bed were unsurpassed, and she heated further as his hands slipped from her hips to her firm thighs.
“I believe you may be right, my queen,” Jasper muttered against her skin, sending a shiver through her. His head dipped from her breast to her smooth belly, kissing it before nuzzling his face against her sex. “Give me one good reason why I should not simply pull you back into this bed and ravage you,” he commanded. His breath was cold against her skin.
Elia laughed, full and throaty, but she couldn’t think of a reason. She loved his strong, sexual nature, and her pause didn’t go unnoticed. “I’ll take that to mean we have all the time in the world,” he growled, pushing the covers from his body and pulling her on top of his body. Elia straddled his waist willingly, and her sex slid over his, covering him in one smooth, fluid motion, like a glove over a hand. She leaned down, her mouth meeting his in a sensuous kiss. Their tongues danced erotically, and Jasper pressed his palm against her spine, coaxing Elia to move.
She shifted her hips in circles, her hand at the nape of Jasper’s neck as the kiss continued and deepened. His arms tightened around her, and they stirred an untamable fire within her. Jasper had managed to keep her enamored, something no other man in her wild past had managed.
As he kissed the fullness of her
“Restless, my beloved?” he asked in a thick, British accent she thought would never decay.
Elia simply drank from her tumbler again and offered him a coy smile. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she could not resist the vague insistence of his small gesture. “It’s something in the air,” she told him. “There’s a new oracle. I can smell her.”
Jasper sat up in bed, propping his elbows on his knees and locking his arms around them. Elia walked toward him, her hips rocking seductively, and she was pleased as Jasper’s eyes followed the sway until she stood inches in front of him. He sounded distracted as he asked, “Has it been a thousand years already?”
The last oracle had posed too many problems and, therefore, Jasper had gathered his people, and with Elia, led the charge, making the opportunity to kill her. Since then, their vampire race had ruled uninterrupted, the shifters not daring to fight the likes of Elia’s king without the oracle.
Together, she and Jasper were far too strong for even the many groups of shifters to band together and overthrow. As king and queen, they catered to their own wills, and the only complaint Elia had was that Jasper was far too diplomatic. Were it up to her, they would have long ago plundered every city and taken what they wanted. But Jasper was legendary for his discipline and careful strategic plays.
When the time had come for shifters to negotiate, they courted Jasper rather than herself to gain ground. Jasper had agreed too many of their demands, and while he and Elia had free rein to do as they pleased in the southeastern parishes, Elia wanted more.
She addressed Jasper’s silly question with a laugh, tossing her head back. She pressed the rim of her cup to his lips, and Jasper took a sip of the rum. Jasper knew very well how long it had been, and Elia would have been furious if he’d forgotten their anniversary. “Time flies when you’re having fun, my love,” she told him. She leaned forward, replacing the cup with a stiff nipple.
Jasper took the bait, gripped her by the hips, and she placed her hand on his shoulder to steady herself against the wave of pleasure that rolled through her as Jasper groaned. He rolled her nipple in his mouth, and Elia’s bloodstream flooded with desire. His skills in bed were unsurpassed, and she heated further as his hands slipped from her hips to her firm thighs.
“I believe you may be right, my queen,” Jasper muttered against her skin, sending a shiver through her. His head dipped from her breast to her smooth belly, kissing it before nuzzling his face against her sex. “Give me one good reason why I should not simply pull you back into this bed and ravage you,” he commanded. His breath was cold against her skin.
Elia laughed, full and throaty, but she couldn’t think of a reason. She loved his strong, sexual nature, and her pause didn’t go unnoticed. “I’ll take that to mean we have all the time in the world,” he growled, pushing the covers from his body and pulling her on top of his body. Elia straddled his waist willingly, and her sex slid over his, covering him in one smooth, fluid motion, like a glove over a hand. She leaned down, her mouth meeting his in a sensuous kiss. Their tongues danced erotically, and Jasper pressed his palm against her spine, coaxing Elia to move.
She shifted her hips in circles, her hand at the nape of Jasper’s neck as the kiss continued and deepened. His arms tightened around her, and they stirred an untamable fire within her. Jasper had managed to keep her enamored, something no other man in her wild past had managed.
As he kissed the fullness of her
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