Octavia's Time [The Klawinken] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Natalie Rosewood Page A

mirror against the opposite wall. She watched as she parted her legs to reveal her inner thighs that glistened with the wetness of a woman who was in need of a man. She lifted her eyes to view the reflection of her pink puffy nipples that tipped her full breasts. They were hard and so very sensitive. She lifted one and then the other to her lips where she suckled the nub, drawing her teeth across it. She moaned softly, feeling the wetness seep from the lips of her pussy that throbbed with her need.
    She had just celebrated her twenty-first birthday a few weeks ago, and ever since then, her body had been on fire with lustful thoughts that came to her out of nowhere. The vivid pictures of erotic lovemaking that flashed in her mind were not only embarrassing but unnatural. The wanton feelings of need they created were driving her crazy. She was totally at the mercy of the woman in the mirror whose lust-filled eyes beckoned her to continue pleasuring herself.
    Her sister, Evenela, had warned her that when she turned twenty-one, her body would no longer belong to her but would fall under the power of the Klawinken. Her desire to be taken by a man would increase until she had no choice but to follow her body’s call to couple with her one true mate. “This,” her sister had said with the upmost seriousness, “is the way of the Klawinken.”
    When Octavia told their mother about their grandmother’s stories, she was adamant that they were nothing more than fantasies made up by an old woman who suffered from dementia. Evenela became enraged. Octavia hated it when her sister and mother fought, but she knew her mother wouldn’t lie to them. Her sister was unconvinced.
    “Grammy knows what she’s talking about. She said that we were sensual women and that we should not be afraid of it but that we should embrace it. She said you and I both are of the Klawinken because of the half-moon birthmarks on the back of our necks. Grammy has one, too, but Mother and Father don’t have one. I’m not sure why, but Grammy said not to worry, that in time we would be given all the answers. You’ll wish you believed Grammy. You wait and see.”
    Her sister’s words had now come back to haunt her. She still didn’t believe them, but there was something going on inside of her that she couldn’t explain. She closed her eyes and pictured the face of a professor from college. His eyes had locked with hers when he handed her back her last homework assignment. She caught his eyes returning to hers several times during his lecture. She would have rather pictured the man from her dreams, but he only allowed her the pleasure of his touch. He had never permitted her to see his face.
    Moaning softly, she imagined those hands from her dreams touching her body, manipulating her breasts and caressing her intimately. Lying back on the bed, she lifted her hips as she fingered herself, pushing one and then two fingers into her tight little pussy, trying to mimic the way he had touched her in her dream. She felt the orgasm build until the release she craved left her damp and limp. This was insanity, and she knew it. Where had the calmness of purpose she had once taken for granted gone?
    She turned her head to look at herself in the mirror as if she were observing a stranger. She lay sprawled across the bed, her body covered in perspiration. Dark auburn hair hung in thick waves down her back and clung to her skin. Light-blue eyes framed with long, dark lashes stared back at her. The skin beneath them was smooth and creamy white with a smattering of freckles that fell across her small, pert nose. She knew she wasn’t bad to look at from the way men’s eyes locked onto her face and full lips, but she knew it was her body that kept them looking, from her firm but full breasts and long legs, to the roundness of her bottom.
    Now that she was twenty-one, it was as if the she gave off the scent of a woman who knew how to please a man. It was all so strange and