ReluctantConsort by Lora Leigh Page B

quickly as the now-familiar crackle of
power began to ignite within her body. She could feel it awakening, warming,
heating beneath her flesh. It invaded her bloodstream, striking sparks in the
tender flesh between her thighs.
    Between rising magick and impatient male hands she was
quickly undressed before her golden-hued warriors bore her to the heavy,
moss-laden bed they often laid her upon.
    “Dearest heart.” The shifting star-studded black of their
gazes stared down at her in hunger as she was lowered to her feet before easing
her to her knees. “Ease me, love. I ache as a warrior mortally wounded.”
    Sweet mercy, the pleasure of these stolen, forbidden hours.
    Drawing her nails down the rock-hard planes of his
tightening chest to the muscles below, she quickly found the formidable
strength of his shaft as it rose to meet her touch.
    Curling the fingers of both hands around the width, she
leaned forward, her lips parting over the flared, pulsing cap of his erection.
    As she leaned close to taste her warrior’s desire her knees
were pressed farther apart, the feel of course strands of her dark warrior’s
hair smoothing over her thighs. His head moved between her spread legs, strong
hands catching her hips as Arabella parted her lips wide enough to take the
fierce dimensions of his brother’s throbbing erection. Her lips tightened
around the heavy crest, her cheeks hollowing to suck at the throb of hunger
against her tongue as a harsh moan rasped her throat.
    “Easy, love.” A strong hand clasped the side of her head as
her knees trembled.
    Between her thighs a wicked tongue tasted her with such
intimate devastation her senses exploded with agonizing pleasure.
    Heated, diabolical, the tip of his tongue rasped over such
sensitive flesh, flicked and relished the taste of moisture that had gathered
in slick layers upon the feminine folds.
    As she suckled greedily at the thickened flesh moving between
her lips, her warrior tasted her with heavy male hunger.
    Magick flowed then.
    It burst from her, from her warriors and wrapped around the
three. Blunt male magick found the clenched entrance as his lips found the
little bud of exquisite sensation at the apex of her folds.
    Heated spirals of darker magick slid erotically between the
curves of her rear, caressing slowly, needily to the tighter, puckered entrance
below. They had accustomed her to their magick invasions in the months past.
Made her ache for it.
    Thrusting shallowly between her lips, one warrior possessed
her mouth with such gentle hunger he shackled her senses. Between her thighs
the other began suckling firmly at the little bud he’d captured, piercing her
senses with rising ecstasy.
    Magick slowly, heatedly penetrated the slick depths of her
feminine heat as threads of powerful heat worked slowly into the tightly
puckered entrance of her rear.
    Burning heat, a painful pleasure she sought more of each
time she felt it invading her, pulsed through her. Locked between the width of
the fierce flesh shuttling between her lips, the hungry kisses and tastes of
the warrior between her thighs, and their combined magick penetrating each
entrance below, Arabella could feel her own magick building, rising. Here in
this place she was one of great power, matching the warriors who drew her to
them.
    She was meant to be theirs, yet birth decreed otherwise.
    “Ah yes, my sweet,” the man before her groaned as he thrust
against her lips. “Such tight, sweet lips. Suck me, beauty. Take what only we
can give your sweet hunger.”
    Her lips tightened further, her moans rising in lush hunger
as the magick they shared sped through her veins, creating a need, a brutal
desperation for the taste of his seed filling her mouth, caressing her tongue.
    Between her thighs magick stroked into her nether regions,
stretching her inner muscles, stroking her flesh with burning stokes. Within
that place where she was taught none should touch, magick lashed at her with
fiery sensation. It