Wardstone
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Viola Grace
ISBN :978-1-55410-672-1
Page :92
Word Count :24000
Publication Date :2010-08-09
Series : #
Heat Level :
Available Formats : Wardstone (pdf) , Wardstone (prc) , Wardstone (epub) , Wardstone (mobi)
Category : Erotic Romance , Fantasy Romance , Paranormal Romance , Romance
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Alethea was born a Warder, as her mother was before her. Until now she has lived only for revenge. Can the dragon's embrace stop her from avenging her mother and destroying the village that took her life? Or will his love be too late to stop her from destroying the Wardstone?
Alethea widened her eyes at the feeling of the jetting within her, and her own release continued for endless moments while she held him within her. Finally, sated, she slumped forward onto his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her, one hand on her hip to stay within her. He chuckled, each movement of his chest moving her on him. And him within her.. Aftershocks rippled through her, and she twitched.
“Why are you laughing?” She mumbled it into his chest, but he understood it anyway.
“That was the fastest I have spilled myself since I was a teenager.”
“Ah. That was a first for me. I haven’t…um, before.”
He tugged her head up and kissed her. “I’m glad.”
Insecurity crept in,
“So, it was all right?” She refused to meet his eyes.
He began to laugh again. Fury swept through her. How dare he laugh at her? She pushed at him with both hands, shoving off of him, feeling him slide from within her. Her hands fisted, and she punched him in the jaw.
Seconds later, she was in the bathing chamber with the door bolted. She was shaking, part from fury, part from fear. She backed against the far wall and kept a wary eye on the door.
There was no sound from the outer room. How hard had she hit him?
Minutes crawled by as she waited, huddled in a small ball on the floor. Still no sound. She crept back to the door, slid the bolt back silently and opened it..
The bedroom was empty.
Had he left her? She walked hesitantly into the room, looking for anyplace he might be hiding.
“What are you looking for?” A whisper in her ear from right behind her.
She jumped a foot into the air. “Holy hells!”
Arms wrapped around her from behind. She fought, kicking and yelling.
“Let me go! Let me go, you bastard!”
“Bastard? Don’t let my mother hear you say that. She might take offense.” He was still naked. She could feel him rising against her back as she struggled to free herself.
He held her until she slumped against him. She started up again--less shouting, more squirming. Then relaxed. Then started again.
Finally, she was exhausted. Did she realize she didn’t want to get away from him? She could have quite easily. She only had to use her warding talents. She hadn’t even tried.