Book 1 of the Sons of Herne series
December 2015
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Loving Lorayna could cost him his sacred power…
It
is the time of Yule, and Dominus, god of the sabbat, should never have had to
spend half the year nurturing the latest light bearer himself. Now, months of
visiting Lorayna, present only as a whisper, has sparked a yearning inside of
him that he cannot shake.
Lorayna
has felt herself drawn to the pagan path by a presence she has been unable to
resist. When she discovers her “holiday spirit” is in fact a mouthwateringly sexy
god, she’s ready for whatever sabbat ritual he chooses. To her disappointment,
his intentions are strictly hands-off.
Giving
up her light is not as easy as surrendering to his will, however. Dominus is
forced to break the rules and give into his urges before the Yule power
consumes her from within. The ripples of their passion will alter many sabbat
unions to come—and Dominus must defy his father, Herne, to follow his desires
and prove to Lorayna that she was not merely another light bearer.
Dominus
thought of his last visit to Lorayna, how he had stood at her bedside,
whispering ancient secrets while her hair spilled across her pillow and her
round curves beckoned. His male need flared into a sharp ache at her beauty,
and how he longed to plunge his fingers through that silken hair, run his
tongue over every sultry dip and swell on her body. He never touched her. He
could not. He had stayed overlong on that visit, for he knew the time had
come—a time he both longed for and resented. The time when his visits to her,
unwanted though they had begun, would be at an end. A lump in his stomach
punctuated the thought.
A
figure passed by the sheer curtain drawn halfway across the front window, and
his pulse quickened.
Lorayna.
He
heard the name dance through his thoughts, and try though he might, he could
not wave it away. He typically preferred not to know the names of the women
whose light he released. There was little point in it, for he would not see nor
know anything of the females once his mission was complete. For their part, the
women would know nothing of him, either. The majority of humans were blissfully
unaware that their world sat tightly against a realm of immortals and magic,
nor did they care to know just how much their gods were still at work to this
day, walking the woods, tending to fields and lusty lasses, and generally
keeping the balance of their worlds at peace.
Laughter
rose to his ears, and he drew back instinctively behind the cover of trees.
Humans would not see him while he wore the veil charm, rare few, anyway, but
best not to chance it. The door to the cottage opened, and several people
spilled out, happy and carefree and followed by a waft of alcohol that was
apparent to his keen, supernatural senses. Then there she was, Lorayna,
standing in the doorway with a wide smile that tightened Dominus’s chest. She
wore a pure white sweater, oversized and yet clinging to her ripe figure, and
while she chatted to her departing guests, she tucked a silken strand of dark
brown hair behind one ear. Blue and silver bells tinkled on her earrings,
jingling as she nodded and laughed. Her lips, painted pink and glossy, caught
his eye, and he found himself staring at how they puckered and released with
every syllable she spoke. Long, well-manicured nails had been painted to match.
His
cock throbbed in earnest, already impatient with the guests who were lingering
far too long at the threshold for his tastes. He was eager for their time
together, yearning to see his months of attention to her physical and emotional
well-being come to fruition.
One
of the males leaned close to kiss Lorayna on the lips, and a swell of
unpleasant heat rose in Dominus’s stomach. She was not his to own, of course,
and he had no cause for jealousy. She would no doubt sleep with other men in
the future, probably many others. But she had kept herself pure since May Day,
because she knew deep in her subconscious that she was fated for no other until
Dominus helped her birth the shining light he saw inside her even now. The
sun’s energy pulsed from within, a bright, glowing force like a singular joy
that was at the apex of its power. He alone would bring back that light,
coaxing it from her in an explosion of climax. She would feel exquisite
pleasure as she returned that energy to the universe, followed by a temporary
sense of loss. She would move forward, however, unaware of her crucial role in
the wheel’s turn of the coming year.
The
overly attentive male turned to a man beside him and laid a suggestive kiss on
him, complete with a sweep of the tongue while squeezing his ass. Dominus
relaxed his fists. So, the male had other inclinations. Good.
“Try
not to be a stranger,” the other male said with a flourish. “Make a New Year’s
resolution to come out into the world more than once a month.”
“It’s
not New Year’s yet,” she said.
“Before
you know it.”
“I
just can’t believe it’s already over,” Dominus heard Lorayna saying to the two
men who were now holding hands. “I’ve felt such a holiday spirit this Yule.”
She glanced over the man’s shoulder, looking straight at Dominus while those
perfect nails raked strands of her hair smooth.
He
held her gaze, fully aware that she did not truly see him. At most, perhaps,
she was aware of a by now familiar presence. As her dark eyes penetrated him,
however, he began to wonder.
