All I Want For Christmas Is My Mating Stone by Brenda Trim & Tami Julka

Author:Brenda Trim & Tami Julka [Brenda Trim & Tami Julka]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Alphas, Angels, Babies, Barghests, Cambions, Castles, Cat Shifters, Cats, Childern, Demons, Dragon Shifters, Dragons, Faeries, Faery, Faes, Fairies, Fairy, Gnomes, Goddesses, Gods, Harpies, Hobgoblins, Kings, Kippies, Love Story, Mages, Magic, Mates, Ménage, Ménage À Trois, Omegas, Paranormal Romance, Princes, Princesses, Queens, Reverse Harem, Romance, Seelie Faes, Seelies, Shapeshifters, Sorcerers, Sorcery, Trolls, Tuatha Dé Danann, Twins, Unseelie Faes, Unseelies, Valkyries, Vampires, Warlocks, Warriors, Witches
Amazon: B081HT414B
Goodreads: 48835816
Publisher: Trim and Julka, LLC
Published: 2019-11-24T14:00:00+00:00

7

“You know, the last time we were her––”.

“Doona talk,” Kyran barked, and Mack closed her mouth. This wasn’t the time for chit-chat. His need was too high, and words were a dis­trac­tion. “Off,” he or­dered again,” ag­i­ta­tion clear in his tone.

He glanced to the wa­ter­fall, watch­ing it flow down the side of the moun­tain and crash against the rocks be­low. The pur­ple moon over­head il­lu­mi­nated the lake that sur­rounded them. He re­called what they did on those rocks, and in the wa­ter, the first time they were in Khoth. Even then, Mack left him spell­bound.

Move­ment drew his fo­cus back to his mate as she set down the satchel of stones, then kicked off her black boots. Her gaze locked with his as she shim­mied out of her tight jeans. Kyran stared at the apex of her thighs, and his mouth wa­tered at the damp spot on her white lace panties. Ob­vi­ously, his mate needed this as much as he did.

His gaze re­turned to hers, and his brow lifted. If he re­peated him­self one more time, he might have to pun­ish her. Not that he minded. In fact, the mere thought sent a rush of arousal bar­rel­ing through his sys­tem.

Mack must’ve read his thoughts be­cause her head tilted in de­fi­ance. Was she want­ing to play this game tonight? If so, he was more than ready.

Her lips twisted, and her thoughts scat­tered. She was try­ing to de­ci­pher how far to push him. She smirked, and Kyran thought she might defy him, but then Mack lifted her t-shirt over her head and tossed it to the ground be­side her jeans. The lacy bra matched her panties, and he eyed dark, cherry-red nip­ples be­neath the sheer ma­te­rial.

Kyran walked a cir­cle around his mate, tak­ing in ev­ery spec­tac­u­lar inch of her toned body. Mus­cu­lar arms and legs, flat stom­ach, curvy hips and ass, not to men­tion, tits for days. He stood be­hind her, ap­pre­ci­at­ing the view. His fangs shot painfully into his mouth, and his cock sprang to life. He had half a mind to bend her over and pound the fuck out of her sweet ass.

His palm struck out, smack­ing the firm flesh of her rounded bot­tom, and she gasped. It wasn’t a hard slap. More of an at­ten­tion get­ter. Ap­par­ently, it worked be­cause her chest rose and fell with heavy pants. Oh, he was just get­ting started. He wanted her squirm­ing with need. Beg­ging for his touch.

He stepped be­hind her and placed his palms on ei­ther side of her waist. She shiv­ered against his touch and whis­pered, “More.”

“Shh, no talk­ing,” he mur­mured against her ear. Her body re­laxed against his chest, and Kyran be­gan his thor­ough ex­plo­ration.

God­dess, her skin was silky smooth. His fin­gers glided over the hour­glass curve of her waist then trav­eled in­ward to ca­ress her tummy. Mack moaned when he dipped lower, and teased the fleshy mons cov­ered by the silky fab­ric of her panty.

“I doona sup­pose you’ve got your di­aphragm in,” he mut­tered and trailed a fin­ger in­side the gar­ment.

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