Obsessed with revenge,
KENNET LUCIAN makes a deal with a demon, a deal he comes to regret when he
meets TARA STONE, head of the Elemental Coven, and a powerful witch with a
desire for revenge at least as great as his. Even though the attraction between
the two is magnetic and the lust combustive, Kennet must betray her to
accomplish his goal, which is ultimately her goal as well; to put a final end
to the demon, Deacon’s, reign of terror. But can Tara trust the
man who has wormed his way into her heart and the heart of the Elemental Coven?
Can she trust LUCIA, the demon with whom Kennet is allied, a demon with her own
agenda. The path to Deacon’s destruction is far from clear, and the price that
must be paid to be free of him forever may be too high, even for Tara Stone.
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Excerpt:
The demon, Lucia,
studied Kennet for what might have been ages, and he felt as though the
pressure of her scrutiny would crush him.
‘I have never worn man
flesh.’ She nodded down to his penis.
He blushed and surged
and blushed again. His heart raced. ‘Does it make a difference?’
She shrugged, still
studying his cock as though she’d never seen one before. ‘Not really. Flesh is
flesh.’ On a whim, she reached out and stroked his erection, and he gasped as
the touch of her shivered up his spine and blossomed bright inside his
head.
She continued to touch
him, but her eyes were now locked on his face, and he tried desperately not to
thrust against her. ‘I am only touching your cock, Kennet Birch, and it is all
you can do to keep from spilling your seed at my feet.’
‘That is the most
sensitive part,’ he breathed. ‘Of a man, I mean.’
She moved closer and ran
a splayed hand up over his ribs. And he did spill his seed with a desperate
gasp as though he could never get enough oxygen again. And he was embarrassed
and terrified and angry, and it was as though the whole range of emotions
exploded in his head in an instant. Then she leaned in and brushed her lips
against his, and for a split second the world flashed before his eyes more
vivid, more perfect, more complete than he had ever seen it before. He knew
things, he saw things, he felt things, things beyond him. And he would have
dropped again to his knees, but he couldn’t, not held in her gaze as he was.
‘I have barely touched
you and you are overwhelmed, Kennet Birch. Do you really think you can survive
my possession of you?’
He forced himself to hold
her gaze, trembling suddenly as though he were in the grips of some powerful
illness. All of him ached, and he knew the real world was bleeding through.
There was very little time. ‘I won’t survive if you don’t possess me. My coming
to you has guaranteed that.’ He wrapped his arms around himself as the shakes
became more violent. ‘You said it yourself, I have nothing to lose.’
‘And why would I want a
sick and broken male body?’ She asked. Her eyes blazed in the dance of
firelight that always seemed so close to her.
‘If you possess me, you
can heal me,’ he said. ‘And anyway, if you possess me and I die, well it really
doesn’t matter at this point.’
For an eternal moment
she studied him. She studied him until he looked away. His head was fuzzy, his
body ached even in the dream world. He couldn’t hold much longer.
She lifted his chin once
again so that he met her gaze, and the shakes stopped. The pain went away. He
felt his head clear.
‘If I do what you ask of
me, even though you live, your life is forfeit. You know this?’
‘I know,’ he breathed.
‘It doesn’t matter.
‘You say that now in
your hour of need. But when that passes, when you are whole and stronger and
healthier than you have ever dreamed possible, when your heart heals and you
learn to love again, you won’t be so anxious to let go of what is rightfully
mine when the time comes.’
He suddenly felt more
pain than he knew existed in the whole world, and none of it was physical. He
inhaled breath that felt like shards of stone. ‘I’ll never know love again.
I’ll never know life again, so there’s really nothing you can take from me that
isn’t already long gone.’
Her gaze softened, and
somehow he found that infinitely comforting. Then she moved closer and kissed
him, slowly, languidly, as though they had all the time in the world, and his
cock was hard again. She stepped back from him. One shrug and the robe of fire
fell away, and the glow of her body flashed bright, then dimmed and steadied
until he could see details, erect nipples atop high breasts, rounded hips, a
golden splash of curls at the juncture of her thighs. ‘I am not like him,’ she
said softly. ‘It gives me no pleasure to make those who dwell in the flesh my
puppets. You will be, how is it you put it these days, you will be in the
driver’s seat.’ She took him into her arms and kissed him hard, and when he
feared he would disgrace himself again with his cock pressed up tight against
the top of her belly, she pulled away. ‘However,’ she said. ‘If I grant your
request, then I will possess you. All of you. You will belong to me, your life
will mine.’ She gaze was painfully bright. ‘And if you earnestly wish to be rid
of Deacon, then you will do as I say for as long as it takes us to accomplish
our task, and it will take time. I know him. You don’t. I’m his equal. You’re
not. And one more very important thing, Kennet Birch.’ She stroked his hair
gently and whispered against his lips. ‘Never, never forget how badly I can
hurt you if you defy me.’ Then she guided his hand down over her pubic curls.
‘If my terms are not acceptable to you, then you must return to your body and
face your fate.’
Boldly, brazenly, he
slid a finger down low and circled her clit, and her eyes fluttered. ‘If it
weren’t acceptable to me, I wouldn’t be here,’ he answered.
She took his hand and
guided him back to a chair that appeared from out of nowhere. It looked like a
golden throne with no arms. What? Was he to petition her? He didn’t understand.
But it was no throne at all. She pushed him down on it and stood before him
caressing her breasts until her nipples were stiff and swollen. Then she raised
one perfect leg and set her elegant Botticelli foot on his thigh, affording him
a view of her wet and fiery depths. ‘I do not enter through your breath, Kennet
Birch,’ she said. ‘As sex is your magic, so is it mine. You will go in through
me, inside out. And your hunger for me will pull me into you when your libido
surges brightest.’
And he was so hungry for her. She filled his head
and his body with an aching want that even if he were not a practitioner of sex
magic, he would understand was not mundane. And in his case, the fear that he
would die if he didn’t have her here and now was a very real one. That he might
die even if he did, that her possession might be too much for him, well that
was a risk he was more than willing to take.
‘Are you certain this is
what you want, Kennet Birch?’ she asked him as she moved onto his lap,
positioning herself, opening her sex with her fingers.
‘I’ve never been more
sure of anything in my life.’ Even as he said it, he realized how silly that
sounded, since either way his life as he’d known it was over.
‘Very well then.’ She
settled to the point of contact, to the point at which he could just feel the
head of his penis against the resistance of her opening. He reached for her
breasts, and with the hand not busy between her legs, she cradled his head and
drew him near so he could nurse. The electrical shock through his body caused
him to jump and jerk, and at that very instant she settled onto him, sheathing
him tightly, deeply, and he knew he was dying. This was the point of no return.
It was as though the tight wet pull of her swallowed him whole. Then she cupped
his chin and held his face again so he couldn’t look away from her shining
eyes. Her voice was like warm honey, thick and sweet, and he felt the sound of
it in his very marrow, in his very soul. ‘You are mine, Kennet Birch. No longer
are you your own. I possess you, body, soul and life force. Even in name you
are now mine, Kennet Lucian. You are mine until I have no further use for you,
until I have used you up.’ She gripped him hard and he exploded inside her and
the world blew a part into tiny particles and disappeared like flecks of dust
in the darkness.
****
‘Bloody Hell! Dr Allen!
Doctor Allen! Get over here. Now!’
Kennet inhaled
delicious, abundant air as though he’d just remembered how to breathe. Then he
fought his way up from under an unruly sheet to sit up on the bed. A woman and
a man in hospital scrubs stood either side of him, holding him, and there was
chaos and someone was yelling. It took him a second to register that it was him
yelling over and over again, ‘Where the hell am I? Where the hell am I?’ And
then the bright lights, the gurney with a body shrouded in a sheet next to him
all came into focus. ‘Jesus! What the fuck am I doing in the morgue?’
The woman in scrubs
standing next to him looked pale and her hands were unsteady. ‘Mr. Birch,’ she
said, doing her best to stay calm. ‘You were pronounced dead almost fifteen
minutes ago.’
About the Author:
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast rout across
K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, books one and two of her Executive Decisions Trilogy are now available.
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