The Price of His Redemption: The Masters Chronicles, Book 10 by Jamie Craig

Author:Jamie Craig
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi
Tags: BDSM, Vampires, Gay, Menage
Published: 2011-03-10T13:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

She dreamed of darkness.

Not the vague shadows of dusk. Not the vacuum of nothingness. This was the solid absence of light in the company of solid shape, all encompassing, all enwrapped. It wasn’t frightening. On the contrary, Emma took comfort in the darkness that held her in its embrace. It smelled of Jesse’s body wash, of Gideon’s cologne. Arms belonging to both men cradled her, and she burrowed into skin she knew as well as her own.

Somewhere out there, light might exist. Emma knew that all it would take to find it would be to abandon what she knew and search, but she had neither the drive nor the inclination to 150

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do so. Light was often deceptive. It promised answers, or at the very least, peace, but that wasn’t always the case. And she knew from the years of experience that shadows did not necessarily mean her harm. Some darkness protected. Some loved. All she had to do was place her trust in it, and everything would work out for the best.

There were flashes of danger. Voices. Music. Fangs. Every time they threatened to shatter her harmony, she gathered up the threads of love that entwined around her and barricaded herself against them. She was impenetrable with Jesse and Gideon surrounding her. Sooner or later, the world would realize that and leave her alone.

Slowly, she became aware of something else in the darkness. Hands caressed her bare skin, worshiping smooth landscapes of thigh and stomach with a gentleness easy to mistake for wisps of air. Her first instinct was to curl in and protect herself. It wasn’t that long ago her stomach had been a battleground of bruises and cuts. But she knew these hands, and the wounds were faded, long enough gone not to hurt or worry about. She saw no reason to turn them away, no reason to do anything but spread her legs further apart and sigh in happiness.

Fingers danced over her thighs, spreading over the skin, pressing into her flesh. There might have been five fingers, or ten. The touch varied in speed, slowing as it moved up her body. Her muscles twitched, her abdomen tightening, like there were tiny shocks moving through her flesh. For an endless amount of time, there was nothing but the gentle 151

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caresses. Massaging her. Shaping her. Pulling her out of the darkness, and then tenderly easing her back into her sleep, like the ebb and flow of waves.

Something warm replaced the fingers. A firm, yet soft mouth. She didn’t make a sound, but a moan from elsewhere vibrated through her frame. The vibrations only increased when that soft mouth found her center, tasting the arousal gathering between her folds.

Sleep scattered then, gone under the tender assault to her pussy. Her limbs were still boneless, incapable of doing anything but sliding languidly along the bare sheets at her sides. It took a moment for her to recognize that those places should not

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