Master of Desire Lacey Alexander (novels to read in english .txt) 📖

Soon, though, Laene’s moans overpowered  hers, until he  pulled back and shot warmly onto her  breasts, jagged spurts of  hot white  fluid that both men immediately began to rub into her. Into the two mounds,  caressing, massaging, and into the soft skin of her belly  below—and she shut her eyes at  the warm pleasure, until she realized Ralenwas close to  exploding, too.

“Ah, Ares,  now,” he said. “I’m coming for you, my vixen, coming so deep inside  you.” His breath was ragged as he drove into her, four last brutal thrusts that she accepted with raw delight.

As Ralen slowly withdrew a moment later, she became vaguely aware that he was removing her tail, as well, but she was too  exhausted to comment or care. As her eyes began to drift shut, Laene’s hands cupped her face and he bent to deliver a gentle kiss to  her lips. “Your mouth took me to heaven, lady,” he said with a soft, appreciative smile.

She managed a grin back at him, then looked  around to find her husband behind her. “You  both  took  me  to heaven. I could have  sworn I saw Ares Himself.”

She knew nothing more then but the sweet sensation of seeming to sink deeper into the bed as her eyes fell shut and her master’s strong arms closed around her from behind.

* * * * *

Later, after a long, luxurious nap, Ralen brought her sweet bread  and chocolate and they ate in bed by candlelight. Once the food  was gone, they settled into each other’s arms, but the candles stayed lit and Teesia found herself peering up  at the  two of themin the viewing glass above the bed.

“Will you tell me about Laene?”

Her husband leaned  in from behind to  kiss her neck, his arms circling warm beneath her breasts. The fur coverlet was  pulled to their waists. “What would you like to know about him?”

“Is he your friend? Or does he work here at the fortress?”

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“Like Shaena, both. Although he was my employee before he became my friend. He hails from inland, the  mountain country, and  came south to seek a spot in my father’s army when he was but sixteen years old. My  father doubted a boy so young could be an  asset, but the man had no foresight. He was a…well, a narrow-minded, very flawed  man.” Teesia saw something dark and faraway in  his eyes as he spoke of his father, and  she remembered what she’d learned about  their relationship from Shaena. “I saw

immediately that Laene was smart and loyal,  and that he could be a leader someday. Over time, we became close, and now he keeps my estate well-run and is my most  trusted advisor when it comes to matters of fortification and security.”

“And when it comes to sharing your wife,”  she said, giving him a soft smile over  her shoulder.

He grinned. “To be clear, that was not for  his benefit—it  was for yours. And, I will

admit, mine, as well.”

“I know. And it was…exquisite. Beyond anything I’d ever imagined I could feel.”

“As I intended it to be.”

She met his gaze and bit her lip. “May I ask you something else?”

“Anything.”

She coquettishly lowered her chin, feeling oddly sheepish. “The Rituals of  Passion—what you mentioned happens after the Maran Tiles—will you tell me what would have taken place?”

Her husband imparted  a small smile. “You truly do not know?”

She shook her head.

“Well, it’s interesting you should ask just  now, for maybe tonight was partly about  that, partly about my fearing  I deprived you of something you should have experienced.” Ralen went on to explain that  the tiles left after the Maran game ended  would have indicated a particular number of  men, and certain stimulating acts they would have performed on her, all in order to ready her for her husband’s bed.

“Ah,” she said, surprised, but not shocked.  Bella’s praise of the rituals had mentally  prepared her something so extreme, she supposed.

“Are you sorry?” he asked. “That you did  not get to  experience  it? You may be  honest—I won’t be angry.”

Teesia considered her answer, then gazed  lovingly at her husband. “No,” she said.  “For what I have experienced at your hands has been…all the  education or stimulation I  could ever need. And I can’t imagine feeling the same connection with you  if anything  had happened differently.”

He grinned darkly. “Tonight, with Laene,  did that add to the connection, too?”

She returned the smile. “You know it did.  But now…” she said, looking into his

dark eyes.

“You need not continue, vixen. I know what you want. And I’m hard just knowing

how much you want it.”

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Responding with only a heated  smile of  anticipation, she turned away from himand arched her ass toward him in the bed. Like a moth drawn to a flame, his cock met

instantly with the hungry fissure of her  anus and the tip slipped easily inside.

She groaned, and he whispered, “Your ass is so ready for me now, wanton, so  welcoming. You have no idea what that does  to me.”

“Tell me.”  She wanted— needed—to know. For though she knew  he desired her,  he’d never really told her so in any sort of  open, forthright way. She longed to hear it.

He pushed his shaft a little  deeper, leaving them both to  moan  at the intense  intimacy. His voice sounded strained. “It sets  me  on  fire,  from  the  inside  out.  And  it reminds me…that I own you.”

She closed her eyes, overcome with heat. “Oh yes, my master, you own me.”

“Now you. Tell me how it feels, Teesia.”  He pushed deeper, melding their bodies  tighter within the snug confines of her ass.

“It feels,” she said, barely able to speak, “as if you are…intruding. As if you are  someplace  you should not be. Except…how can I explain this? It’s a most  delicious intrusion, so  amazing to me that you  can  be there,  are  there, fucking me in a spot I didn’t  know I could be fucked. It feels…forbidden. But also  perfect. This completes it all somehow—I truly could not feel more connected to you,