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  • Dreams Made Flesh(Black Jewels,Book 5)(44) by Anne Bishop
  • Wings pumping. Blue sky above them. He turned…and sent them diving toward a canyon in Askavi that he knew well. While he pictured the canyon's physical details, he didn't take her through the experience of making the Khaldharon Run. He had to keep his attention divided between what he was doing in the real world and this fantasy he was building to distract her. Even in a fantasy, the Khaldharon Run was too dangerous to play with. So he changed it to a straight flight down the center of the canyon, flying at the speed of the Red Wind, flying so close to the river below them a miscalculation would end, with them hitting the water with bone-breaking force.

    She squealed and swore at him, but her body was primed for the taking now. As they approached the wall of stone at the end of the Run, he positioned himself between her legs… and waited.

    They swung up out of the Run and continued flying up, up, up. Releasing the bonds that strapped her legs to his, he flipped her between one pump of his wings and the next so they were now face-to-face. Her arms locked around his neck as he strapped their legs again. His arms wrapped around her, his hard c**k pressed against her.

    Up, up, up.

    "Ready?" he asked.

    "For what?" she yelled.

    He laughed, folded his wings, and twisted. For one endless moment, they hung motionless before they plummeted toward the ground far below them. And in that moment when they began the fall, he thrust into her.

    The speed and exhilaration of free fall. He spun them, laughing, while in another place, his body thrust into hers, pushing her toward climax.

    She squeezed her eyes shut and swore at him as the ground rushed toward them and pleasure burst through their bodies.

    He opened his wings, changing the picture in his mind as he glided over treetops to settle them in a glen that was one of his favorite places in Ebon Rih.

    As he laid her on the grass near a pool of water, he unwrapped the power that had held her captive while he withdrew from her body.

    Fully back in the bedroom now, he settled beside her, pulling the sheet up to their waists. They would deal with the practicalities in a few minutes. It wasn't something she needed to see just yet.

    "Mother Night," Karla muttered over and over. She finally opened her eyes. "Is that your idea of a good time?"

    He grinned. "Actually… it is."

    She swore at him.

    She looked a little pissed, a little dazed.

    "It's done," he said gently.

    "What's done?"

    He rested a hand on her belly.

    She stared up at him. "Done? But… how? When?"

    He laughed. "When you were watching the ground come up to meet us."

    "Who said I was watching?" She blew out a breath and finally began to relax. "Well, that was a unique experience."

    He watched the tension build in her and worried about the grim expression that settled over her face.

    "Lucivar," she said, staring at the ceiling. "When I asked Uncle Saetan to arrange this, I wasn't thinking about… I wasn't thinking. But it's not my fertile time. I swear it's not."

    "It's all right. I've been drinking a contraceptive brew for a few weeks now." He'd never had to think about it when he'd lived inTerreille, never had to wonder if the bitches who had used him could get a child out of him. He'd known that he'd somehow made himself infertile in a way the witches who had wanted him for stud couldn't undo. Just as he'd known within a week of Marian's coming to live in his eyrie that he'd turned the key in that lock so that he could flood her with ripe seed. He wanted a child with her, but not without a bond, not without commitment.

    "Why are you drinking a contraceptive brew?" Karla asked. Her eyes widened. "You have a lover, don't you?"

    "No."

    She moved fast, surprising him enough that he ended up on his back with her on top of him.

    "Who is it?" Her mouth curved in a wicked smile. "It's the hearth witch, isn't it? The one you made the garden for."

    Just the thought of Marian primed him. He shoved Karla off him and slipped out of bed while he still could. "Let's get cleaned up."

  • Romance | Fantasy | Vampire