to the edge but never quite tipping her over it. She needed to come—needed it badly. But she knew from experience that Roark wouldn’t allow it until he was good and ready.
Helpless to do anything but give herself completely, Sammi wrapped her legs around his lean hips and bucked to meet his rhythm. Soon she was meeting each thrust with one of her own as his thick cock slid in and out of her tightly stretched pussy.
“Roark…Roark…” She was moaning his name steadily, desperate to get to the orgasm that was just…out…of reach. It seemed to go on forever, but at last he took her mouth in a breathless kiss and growled softly in her ear,
“I’m going to fill you now, Samantha. Going to fill you up with my seed and you’re going to come on my cock as I do it.”
“Yes, Sir!” she moaned and then he thrust as deeply into her as he could and pressed the remote at the same time.
A spasm of pure pleasure shook her as the gentle vibration that had been teasing her turned into a buzzing so strong it rocked her to the core.
“Ahhh!” Sammi gasped, her back arching as the orgasm rushed over her like a tidal wave. At the same time, she felt Roark’s shaft swell even thicker inside her and then something hot was bathing the mouth of her womb.
Coming…he’s coming in me. We’re coming together, she thought deliriously. He’s tying us together and we’ll never be apart again.”
“That’s right, my darling.” This time Roark’s deep voice came from inside her head. “That’s right—I’m filling you with my seed and now you’re mine always—as I am yours!”
Sammi knew exactly what hearing his mental voice in her head meant. Her eyes—which had been shut tight in pleasure—flew open and she looked at Roark.
“It worked!” she gasped, half-laughing/half-crying. “It worked, Roark—I told you it would—we’re bonded! Fully bonded!”
“Fully bonded and fully in love,” he responded through their new link as he kissed her passionately on the mouth. “Gods, I love you, Samantha—and I’m never letting you go.”
Sammi felt his love wash over her like a warm wave and she bathed in it and sent her own love back to him.
It had been a long, strange ride with Roark from the odd job interview to her time in his inseminating machine to the terrible encounter with her would-be killer down on Earth. They had nearly lost each other but thankfully the Goddess had intervened and brought the two of them where they belonged—together.
Her life was forever changed for the better. She had a husband she loved to distraction and two baby girls on the way. And Sammi knew none of it would have been possible if she hadn’t put aside her doubts and fears and opened herself to…Submitting to the Shadow.
The End?
Of course not—there are always more Kindred Tales on the way. Read on for a sneak peek at my next book, Brides of the Kindred 25, Stolen.
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Stolen
Brides of the Kindred, Book 25
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Prologue
The Cruel Father looked down upon his creation…and was severely displeased.
His universe had been corrupted. His Kindred, the Kru’ell Ones, had been tainted by love…by compassion…by tenderness and mercy. All those womanly emotions he so despised and had taught his children to despise as well.
He had created the Kru’ell Ones to rule over females. To take them as concubines to feed their emotional appetites and then discard them, as easily as a man drops a used tissue. But now, what did he see when he looked down upon them?
“They have taken mates,” he growled to himself, glaring with his all-seeing eye upon the gray-green version of Earth which resided in his universe. The new Overlord, Kane, had taught the other Kru’ell Ones to revere females and treat them with respect. He had purged the hate from their hearts and fostered love instead. He had taught them to take females as mates instead of disposable concubines and to form a permanent bond with them.
It was unbearable! And the Cruel Father knew exactly who to blame.
“Mother of All Life,” he growled to himself, thinking of the Goddess who was his