Dark Possession - Aja James Page 0,106
tech master had ever seen or heard of. Its face was that of an eagle, but it had a crest of feathers on its head and down its long neck. Its wings were massive, far wider in span than an eagle of equal stature, all golden, orange and red, gleaming like flames.
With a mighty flap of those enormous wings and a shiver and shake from the top of the creature’s head to its long, peacock-like tail (this bird was an extravagant fucker), the black residue from smoke and ashes were doffed off its body like water from a well-oiled duck. And the creature was revealed in all its blinding glory. So bright, the tech master felt like he was looking directly into the sun.
The bird raised its head and screeched, then seemingly burst into flames.
Holy shit!
The tech master did fall off his chair this time, so shocked he didn’t even feel his ass hit the floor.
Another flap of those gigantic wings, and the creature took off from the mountaintop.
Inexplicably, the display screen cut to static.
Minutes later, the tech master still stared dazedly at the now recovered images of the mountaintop. He shook himself out of his trance long enough to quickly search for the video recording.
There was nothing.
His files had a whole chunk of time missing, and there was no backup on the system or network to prove what he just witnessed. But he knew what he saw. There was no denying it.
The question was:
What would he tell the Mistress?
*** *** *** ***
“You replaced the headboard.”
“It was broken.”
“But I liked it.”
“You like the splinters of wood where the headboard used to be?”
“I like the reminder of what broke it,” Eveline clarified, staring up at her big, bad, alpha male, pulling her hand through his wild dark curls (just the way she fantasized during court).
“How you tore it apart in your hands when you came apart in mine.”
Ramses’ eyes glinted dangerously at her brazen words, but she knew he liked hearing them. He liked it when she talked dirty to him, demanded things from him, and most of all, when she begged and pleaded and groveled for the pleasure only he could give her.
They’d been fucking nonstop like horny rabbits for the past, oh, forty-eight hours, give or take. She wasn’t nearly done, which was why she’d told him earlier that she wanted to visit her friends at the Shield in a “few days.” Because she wanted to take her time with him before she left. Something to tide her over while she was away.
She was deliciously sore from all the exertions, and she made damn sure he was just as sore. She believed in equal opportunity.
“I like the way you were restrained in the cavern, too, by my spell,” she went on, her breath hitching, as he thrust slowly, languorously, in and out of her body.
They were both incredibly sated with each other’s blood and sex, but always, they craved more. Eveline was a glutton where Ramses was concerned, and that was never going to change.
“I like having you at my mercy, if just for a little while. I like controlling the pleasure you receive. I want to do it again. May I?”
I like the way you ask me so sweetly, he said in her mind.
Eveline grinned into his glittering gaze.
She loved this connection between them.
Whether they made it official or not, they were Mates in truth, for only Eternal Mates, Blooded Mates, Destined Mates… whatever the various Kinds called it, could join their minds, hearts and souls into one. Over the past couple of days, they’d thoroughly explored and cemented every aspect of their Bond, and she reveled in every minute of it.
He made her so alive!
“I’m waiting,” she pouted, then sighed, when he added a twist to his slow undulations, grinding down on her pearl with his root and against her pleasure center deep inside with his plump, juicy head.
“So impatient,” he rumbled, continuing the leisurely silky slide of his thick, undying erection inside her.
In. Out.
In. Out.
In…
She was close again, her climax gathering like a quiet storm.
But then, he always kept her on edge, simmering on low, primed to detonate with a touch, a kiss, a lick or a—
“Uhhhhhnnnnn,” she moaned when he pushed in forcefully on the last stroke, hitting her so right her teeth chattered as she came.
On and on she released, clenching powerfully around his tortured sex, making him groan helplessly beside her ear.
He shuddered all over from the effort of holding back, his maleness