Herd Mistress (In Deception's Shadow Book 2) by Lisa Blackwood

Author:Lisa Blackwood [Blackwood, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lisa Blackwood
Published: 2015-01-25T00:00:00+00:00

* * * *

Shadowdancer galloped as fast as his hooves could carry him and he still couldn’t out run the baying of the Wardlen hunting him. Sorsha was lost, somewhere out there. Hidden in the mists. He could sense her, taste her fear in his mind. He needed to get to her, but the Wardlen were in front of him as well, closing in on all sides. They were going to reach her first.

“Sorsha!” he screamed along their mental link as terror filled his soul.

“Shadowdancer, I’m here.”

Someone was shaking him, one hand upon his shoulder as another was caressing his cheek in soft soothing strokes. A warm body was tucked up against his. Her scent teased his senses, rich, welcoming, fertile. The dream Wardlen fell away as the nightmare loosened its hold. He was among his herd. Sorsha was safe. They were no longer trapped in the grey mists of the Wild Path.

“Wake up, you’re having a nightmare.”

He blinked up at her. Her lips were so close, her warm breath washed across his face. She smoothed his sweat-dampened hair off his forehead and behind one ear. Sorsha was alive, unharmed. Relief and joy welled up within him, desire close on their heels. He wrapped one hand around the back of her neck and dragged her closer.

He’d intended for the kiss to be gentle, but need broke free of the restraints he’d placed upon his emotions. Against his better judgment, the kiss turned possessive. He couldn’t get enough of her taste, the feel of her soft body against him, the silky heat of her skin against his.

Her night robe blocked him so he simply pushed it aside, exposing her body to his eyes. He’d seen her before, but now he wanted to touch. All his noble reasons why he shouldn’t paled as he ran his hands over her curves, touching, caressing, learning what stoked the fire in her blood. She welcomed his touch, sighing her pleasure one moment and laughing the next. They were meant for each other. He no longer cared if he was the right choice. She was his. He shifted them until he was above her.

And by the Mother of the Prairie, how Sorsha responded. Her fingers trailed over his shoulder blades, then explored down the slope to the small of his back. She continued to caress him, finding what he liked as her power welled up, cascading over him. It was too much, he couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t caress her enough, couldn’t pull her close enough. His fingers bit into her shoulders. Goddess, he was going to break her. Panting, he rolled off her onto his side. Another wave of her power rolled across him and he forgot why he’d broken away.

“Shadowdancer?” Sorsha’s question came out sounding breathy and confused. Even a little uncertain. “I’m sorry my magic escaped my control. Did it hurt you?”

“No. Never.” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead to sooth her. Nothing so simple could reassure him. “Your power overwhelms my senses.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.