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Sephany is conflicted, she wants
Malksis, but the elves have taken her hostage. Can the unicorn be her
knight, even if he is hung like a horse? Excerpt: “Okay,
I am ready to go, are we still using the same portal?” Sephany
Dremlock was wearing her party dress and she was ready to go. Her
mother came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a dishtowel. “The
local portal has been discontinued. Someone bought the property. The
nearest one is forty kilometres.” “Well,
Dad’s taken my car apart, how am I going to get there?” “Your
father has arranged a ride for you. Don’t worry, you’ll be on
time.” Negara Dremlock looked a lot like her daughter, same blood red
hair, same green eyes. It was like looking at a slightly older mirror. Suspicion
rampaged through Seph. Her father had been trying to fix her up with
some eligible paranormals for the last ten years. The instant that she
turned eighteen, he started looking, just as he had for her sisters,
Sarro and Lihan. They were both happily married, one to a werewolf and
the other to one of the goblin born. A
knock on the door broke her out of her thoughts. She nodded to her
mother and pulled the door open. “Hello?” “Hello,
Seph. Nice to see you again.” Standing in the doorway was her worst
nightmare, six and a half sexy feet of unicorn. He lounged in the arch
of the door and eyed her up and down. Like most shape shifters, he was
naked after his shift. Unlike most shape shifters, his eyes were on Seph
with a predatory fixation. A little odd for a ruminant. “Malksis.
Hello. I am guessing by your attire that you are my ride?” At his smug
nod, she picked up the parcel that she was bringing to the party. She
muttered as she tied a scarf on her hair, “And by the erection I am
guessing that my dad is still matchmaking.” Hot
breath on her neck made her jump. A sharp prod to her backside confirmed
the second. “No, I have simply been this way since your father asked
me to chaperone you to the party.” “Chaperoned?
By a horny unicorn? Pardon the pun.” “Better
than one of the giants or dragons. With the Warders being made a
respectable clan, there are dozens of males fighting for the available
ones. With your blazing hair, you’d make a tempting target.” “Then
I should just wear it up for the rest of the day. Shouldn’t I?” She
was holding very still as he sniffed along her neckline. Nothing to
encourage him, but she still needed that ride. “No.
I think it is very pretty. I have been thinking about it a lot.” “Oh.
Have you? I think we had
better be going.” “Yes,
spread out on my pillow, tangled in my fists as I hold you still for
me.” “Charming.
Now, could you shift so we can get out of here?” “Your
wish is my command, Lady Seph.” He led the way out of the door, his
buttocks bunching and releasing as he moved, the lithe grace of his
species in the line of every taut gliding muscle. He surely was
something to watch, but his possessive attitude since the day she met
him had always rubbed her the wrong way. He moved toward her emotionally
and she dodged. It worked with every man she met, except him. He kept
coming back for more at six-month intervals. This time, he was early. She
sighed heavily. “Please just shift so I can stop having to talk to
you.” He
raised one raven eyebrow and cocked his head. “You know that makes me
want to give you a human-style ride to the portal.” Images
flashed through her mind that had her pale skin flaming. It was only
when his grin caught her attention she realized what he meant, and that
he knew what she was thinking. “Oh, stop the verbal banter. You can
taunt me on the way home. For now, I need to get to this shower before
they start to wrap Zhen in toilette paper or something. I promised her
that I would keep the silliness to a minimum.” “So
I am to be your ride and you will just put me out to pasture? How
cruel.” “You
can hang out with the other escorts.” He
was having far too much fun with her. “Oh. Now I am an escort. I
can’t wait.” “Malksis,
please.” She said nothing else. Defeated. His
face sobered and he shifted, dropping to all fours and growing to twenty
hands high at the shoulder. She
sighed heavily, the little girl in her falling in love with the pretty
horsy, the ivory horn a blazing warning to any who would cross him. His
eyes swirled, the black of his human eyes with a large dose of silver in
the mix. Against his pure blue-black hide, his eyes stood out like
flaring beacons. Cradling
the gift in her arms, she hiked over to the fence, beckoned him closer,
and when he ambled over, she climbed up two rungs of the fence and then
jumped onto his back. She fussed with her skirt a bit, so it wouldn’t
wrinkle as much and put the box in front of her while she wove her
fingers into his mane. When she was finally settled, she tapped his ribs
with her heels and he started forward. He
picked his way carefully through the gravel yard, his tail occasionally
swatting her thighs, completely by accident no doubt. When they made it
to the meadow and the grass was solid beneath his hooves,
he picked up speed. A lot of speed. She
estimated that they would reach the new portal in under ten minutes at
this speed. When they were out of danger for being seen from the
highway, he opened up. Running flat out was a unicorn’s favourite
thing to do, and Malksis was having a blast. He was almost flying
through the meadows as they drew ever closer to their destination.
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