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The Warder's Djinn - Chapter 1  

Albina Ophelia Warder Lakin was in the middle of restoring a canvas when she got the call.  She carefully set aside her tools and wiped her hands on a nearby rag.

She sighed deeply. It was really hard to clean up after those particular curses. They tended to sink into the paint. She needed all of her concentration to pull the residue off the canvas. It was tiring work, but well worth the effort of restoring the masterpieces of centuries.

Her assistant Reginald brought her the phone. “Hello?”

“Am I speaking to Albina Lakin?”

“Yes.” She blinked and slid her magnifying lenses out of the way. She put them aside as she waited. A shiver of dread snaked down her spine. This wasn’t good.

It was a cold, impersonal voice that had made thousands of these calls before. “Miss Lakin, you need to come to the hospital. Right now. Your grandfather will not last the night. He is asking to see you.”

A frozen wave began to course deep in her chest. “I’ll be there within the hour. Thank you.”

* * * *

One week later...

Alby stood in the opulent office and looked around at the other three faces that had turned out for the reading of the will. Her stepmother and stepbrother were the only family there, and of course Gregg Maccario, her grandfather’s oldest friend and lawyer.

He was the only one--aside from herself--that had shed a tear as they lowered her grandfather into the ground two days earlier. Rupert and Emily had seemed to gloat as the dirt was ceremoniously dropped onto the coffin.

“As we gather here today to discuss the last will and testament of Albion Lakin, I would like to take this moment to say that I will miss him, both as a friend and as his lawyer.” Moisture pooled in Gregg’s eyes. He stopped, clearing his throat. “He was a helluva golf player, and one hell of a human being.” He took a seat behind his desk and rolled up his sleeves. “Now, with all of the remaining family assembled, let’s get down to brass tacks.”

“This is the last will and testament of Albion Hector Lakin. Let’s dispense with the boilerplate and get to the point. To my daughter-in-law, Emily Morris-Lakin, I leave the sum of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, to be delivered to her upon my natural death, and not before.

“To Emily’s son, Rupert Morris, I leave the sum of fifty thousand dollars, which he has no doubt spent already, upon the news of my death.

“And lastly, to my dear granddaughter Albina, who lightened my life and kept me from being an uneducated old man, I leave the remainder of my estate. She will know how I want certain items disposed of, and which of them are heirlooms. I trust her with the history and honor of the Lakin family. My house is hers, and a trust to pay the annual expenses has been arranged. Good luck, Albina, and say hello to Arov for me. He will continue to work for the Lakin family as long as you live.”

Gregg concluded his recitation of the will and handed each of them a copy. Alby looked cautiously over at her erstwhile stepmother and brother, shuddering at the fury in their eyes. They are not going to go quietly.

Taking the coward’s way out, Alby leaned forward to shake Gregg’s hand, quickly saying her goodbyes.

She was out the door and down the hall before Rupert caught up with her. “Albina! Albina, wait a moment.” He was not breathing heavily, but was slightly flushed at the effort he had put into catching her. As always, his clothing was impeccable.

“Rupert, how nice to see you again. How is your mother?” She kept things polite while she waited for the elevator. She fidgeted nervously, clutching the copy of the will in her hands.

“Furious, but I am guessing that you figured that out already. Finding out that the old bastard had almost cut us out of the will was quite the blow.” His handsome features took on a pleasant grin, but Alby wasn’t fooled. He had stalked her the entire time that she had lived with him and his mother, while Emily had been married to her father. It was the threat of his unwanted attentions that had driven her to her grandfather’s house for refuge.

He had assessed the situation at once and spoken to his son, who then made arrangements for his only daughter to be sent to school near some friends of his. He received updates on her studies on a regular basis and was pleased with her progress.

It was a tremendous shock when her father died in a car accident the summer after she had turned eighteen. She had gone home for the funeral, and when Rupert had made a move on her, she left town once again. Regular letters to her grandfather had become daily emails as the years wore on, until the news of his death had shaken her to the core.

She kept her composure only through an extreme effort of will. “That ‘bastard’ was my Grandfather. You will excuse me if I am not terribly upset at your mother’s anger over money that was never hers to begin with.”

“I am not trying to pick a fight with you, Albina. As you may remember, I have always been rather fond of you.” He reached out and drew his fingers down one ivory cheek.

She fought the violent nausea that claimed her at his touch and stepped back. The elevator pinged its arrival, and a wave of relief swept over her. “Please keep your hands to yourself, Rupert. I have nothing more to say to you. Good bye.” She slid into the elevator and hit the lobby button. Rupert’s smirking face was left swimming in her mind as the doors slid shut and the box descended.

She winced in distaste at the expression that he had been wearing. He was not done with her, that much was certain. The sick lust that had burned in him when she was a teenager had not been banked by the years.

The doors slid open on her parking level; she walked quickly to her car and got in, shuddering with the effort to keep her composure.

She drove slowly out of the city to the expansive estate that her grandfather had called home. She swiped her key card through the lock, and the gates swung ponderously open. The state-of-the-art security system was just for looks. The real defense was the wardstones that her mother had placed around the perimeter fence. Renewing the charge had been one of her first chores when she had come to live with her grandfather.

It became a tie to the mother she had never known. One of the first. The acceptance of the Lakin clan, one of the premier warlock clans in Realm, had managed to give her the structure that she needed, as well as great-aunts to dote on her.

Albina lived twenty-eight years of memories as she drove through the park surrounding the house. Each memory had the strong touch of both magic, and her Grandfather. He had seen to her early training instead of sending her to weekend schools in Realm, teaching her to learn to control her gifts.

The warding came easily, it was the alchemy and scientific analysis of varying magical items that gave her some trouble. She eventually mastered enough to please Albion, but not to please herself. It was that early history of analyzing and dealing with badly treated magical objects that had led her into the field of restoration.

With her assistant’s help, she ‘un-cursed’ cursed objects, repaired magical paints and sketches as well as restoring family heirlooms that had faded in power during the centuries since they were created. All skills that she had learned from her grandfather. Gods, she was going to miss him.

She pulled up to the front doors, her tires crunching the gravel. This was it. He was really gone.

Alby drew herself up, squared her shoulders and left her car in the drive. The gargoyles on duty made wonderful statues, but even more wonderful guardians. The instant that a person with malice in his heart passed the guardians, they would spring to life, defending the Lakin family.

The door swung open at her touch. The interior of the house was immaculate as always. Someone had drawn the curtains back to let the afternoon sun stream into the rooms. She knew who that was.

“Arov? Are you here?”

Of course he was here. It wasn’t like he could travel without a member of the family with him.

“Arov?” Her voice broke.

“I am here, Miss Lakin. I am sorry for the circumstances that have brought you back.” The deep, quiet voice emanated from a spot directly behind her. “I will miss him as well, he was a truly great man.”

She turned to face him, and when she saw the genuine regret on his bluish-bronze face, she broke. Sobbing uncontrollably, she flung herself into his startled embrace. She let the magic that she had gathered spiral loose, filling the room and causing even the gargoyles outside to shift in discomfort. Her grief filled her and she let it find its way; sparks rocketing around the room, deflecting off the wards that had been set in place to confine magical energy.

Haltingly, she felt his arms come around her, stroking slowly up and down her back. She inhaled deeply, taking comfort from the familiar spice of his scent. It brought her back to the times when he had been assigned to keep her from harm while her grandfather worked. Falling out of trees, opening gateways into Realm in the front yard, all the things that a young witch could possibly get into. It had always been Arov that had been sent out to rescue her.

She needed rescuing now.

“It is the nature of life that it will end, Albina. Albion was old. He had lived his life to the fullest, there were no regrets.” His hands continued their soothing motion, letting her come back to herself gradually. “At least you were there with him, at the end. It meant the world to him.”

She drew back and tried to smile brightly up at the djinn that her family had held imprisoned for eight hundred years. “He did seem happy to see me. Even after all this time.”

His hands were still stroking slowly up and down her spine, comforting and offering support. “Shall we have something to eat? If I know you, you missed your breakfast.” His smile warmed the cold knot that had bloomed when the hospital first called her. She withdrew her hands, noticing for the first time that she had clutched his shirt in her grief. Shaking with emotion, she stepped away.

Food. “Yeah. That sounds nice. Is everything where it was the last time?”

“Not quite. The library is now the kitchen, and the dining room is the lab.” A hand on her back steered her to the new kitchen, her head shaking in amusement at her grandfather’s penchant for having Arov move the rooms around.

“Your room, however, is still at the top of the stairs, overlooking the apple trees. It is the one room that he would never let me touch.” With amusement dancing in his black eyes, he removed a tray from the refrigerator and set it on the sideboard. She peered over his shoulder and laughed.

The Warder's Dragon - Chapter 1 

 The ancient house rocked with light, laughter, and the occasional burst of magical energies. The somber stones were decked out with brightly colored balloons and the fairies in the garden reeled in drunken circles around the windows and doors. They wanted to join the fun.

Anryn Warder looked around the room and smiled at the guests that had gathered to celebrate the engagement of her cousin Albina, and her fiancé Imaran. The mix was a bizarre blend of human and magical creatures. The wards that were set around the estate would wipe the memories of the humans as they left, transforming the faces of the djinn women and the elves into normal, if beautiful, humans.

       Which was a handy thing, as some of the more inebriated guests were comparing species-specific physiques. A ‘how many breast do you have?’ contest was underway in the foyer under the watchful eye of the Lakin portraits. The old gents in the paintings had never had such a show.

“I can’t thank you enough for this shower Anni! I was never expecting anything like this.” Albina wandered over with a glass of wine in her hand. She was glowing. Literally.

“Alby, you’re quite welcome. What have you been up to? You are lit up like a Christmas tree.”  The snicker was unmistakable.

“Oh, I was just having a conversation with Imaran’s mother, Delileh. She wanted to look at my markings in front of other djinn witnesses.” Not only was Alby’s face flaming, her hair was glowing in the afternoon sun. The nearby paintings sparkled in the luminescence cast by her braided tresses.

When Anryn and Albina were first learning to cast wards, Albina made a mistake in her focus. Her spell blew up in her face and she had to spend the rest of her life with glowing, magic-sensitive hair. It was Anni’s favorite point to tease her cousin with.

“So basically, a group of djinn women cornered you and said ’Show us your boobs’. What did you do?” The giggles were coming fast and furious; she fought desperately to keep her face straight.

“I flashed them.” She took a hefty slug of the wine that one giggling dryad was serving to the crowd. She watched the dryad and asked her cousin, “So, how is your mom enjoying the party?”

“She’s having the time of her life. And since she is a couple of hundred years old, that really means something.” Anryn was driving, so she stuck to soda.

Smiling, she watched her mother flit among the other women. Mylawith looked not a day over twenty-four. Her delicate green skin had been bequeathed to her daughter, as well as her bright green eyes. Hair that was a strange combination of green, gold and brown rippled down her back. She preferred the solitude of the forest, but the company of other magical creatures always warmed her.

Anryn’s black hair had come from her father, a warder who worked to keep the old-growth forests from predation by logging companies. Her mother had taken one look at the handsome mage and jumped out of a tree and onto his startled form.

Dominick had been astonished to have the warm womanly body drop on him, and as she began to grind herself against him, he had decided to accede to the lady’s wishes. “ He visited her every chance he got until she announced she was pregnant. For one month he had stayed away, frantically making phone calls. Laying claim to a portion of old-growth forest was not a task for the bureaucratically challenged.

Then, one day, a building crew arrived in a nearby meadow. They excavated with extreme care and using sprayed concrete and a frame of metal, they created an underground warren. They back-filled the site and the meadow grew again.

Dominick Warder made a place in his lady’s world, and that is where his daughter was born one winter night. They couldn’t get married right away, as Mylawith did not exist to the human world, but a binding ceremony with Dominick holding his daughter brought a wild Warder party to the deep forest in the dead of winter.

“So, how many have RSVP’d already?” She dragged her mind back from her father’s favorite bedtime story and focused on Albina again.

“Around six hundred.” This was about right for a Warder wedding. It was a favorite place for them to shop for men.

“All races are being represented?”

“Through our family alone.” She rolled her eyes to the ceiling. The Warders were bound by law, to mate outside their own clan. This kept their most desirable talent from being used for evil, as it had at one time in the past.

The Warders had made a bid to take over Realm by starving out the population and only allowing access to those who supported them. The Dragon Council had collected an army and broke the wards, killing all males of the clan, and imprisoning the women. The women were tried, put to the Question and those who were guilty of planning the attacks were put to death. Only seven women survived. Seven Warders.

They were given to the clans they had wronged, and their bloodlines were forbidden from inter-marrying. Warders had successfully married and produced offspring with twenty races, humans being one of them. They moved from Realm to earth, and used mirrors to go back and report to the Dragon Council every five years.

Their family crossed over twenty races, but no one could stop the ties that bound the Warders together.

Anryn started to set her cousin‘s mind at ease about the wedding preparations. “Music wise, I have the Goblin Rulz playing at the reception.”

Albina‘s blue eyes danced in delight. “I love them!” She was practically hopping in her chair. “How did you get them? I thought they were booked.”

“Never underestimate sleeping around in your youth.” Anryn winked slowly and watched the light dawn in her cousin’s eyes.

“You mean that you…?”

“Six years ago. But he and I are still friends.” All of Anryn’s lovers became her friends after the relationship was over. No one could hold a grudge against her perpetual cheer.

“Wow, if I had friends like that…well, Imaran wouldn’t be marrying me.”

They both laughed. It was a well known fact that djinn preferred virgins. That she was no longer in that condition was strictly due to her fiancés actions.

“Delileh seems happy enough with her son’s choice.” The djinn women were mingling a little, occasionally making forays to the snack table. The stern matron in question was holding court in her daughter-to-be’s home.

“That’s what she said once she saw the family’s markings. It isn’t like she could deny they are Imaran’s. Each djinn has his own pattern and this is definitely his.” She peered down into her shirt and shrugged. “I haven’t learned to read them yet. I can’t get beyond the ABC’s of the djinn script yet. Goblin was much easier.”

“You’re drunk.” The happy bride-to-be was listing gently to the right. Anryn held out a steadying hand and held her.

“Yes, I am.” A blinding smile broke free. “I really do love him, you know. He makes me feel…happy.”

“Yes, Alby. I know.” She stood and scooped her cousin up in her arms. Albina was as light as a feather. Anryn quickly walked into the dining room and through the mirror, taking her cousin to Realm.

The Djinn village was over three hundred miles away. She stomped her foot on the ground and sent a wave of power through Albina. Moments later, a djinn appeared in front of her. “Albina, what is wrong? Anryn, is she alright?”

His face was concerned, the black eyes searching her burden for any sign of injury. Once in his lifetime was enough. He took her gently from her cousin.

“She’s fine, but my mom got her drunk.” He grinned in relief, chuckling as Alby burped and began to snore against his chest.

The twinkling in his black eyes let her know that he had figured out what happened. “She had to deal with my mother, did she?”

“Yep, and the rest of her attendants. She had to show them the djinn marks, and promptly got loaded after that. Can you keep her with you here for a while? I want to kick out the party goers and clean up a bit.”

“I can do that when we get home.”

She blinked and smiled ruefully. Oh, right. Magic. He used to be Albina’s housekeeper. Lords, if only she could find a guy who did housework.

“Yeah, ok. Give me six hours to get rid of the stragglers.” She turned to leave, “Oh, and Alby came out of the bridal shower with quite a haul. Thirty pounds of gold jewelry, and seventeen pieces of edible underwear. Hope you’re hungry.” She winked at him in the mirror and passed through to the bright tune of his laughter.

Her cousin was a lucky woman.

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The Warder's Wolf - Chapter 1

Ruana’s hands shook as she finished smoothing her dress over her hips. Her friends were meeting her at the Howl and would no doubt give her a hard time for her choice of clothing. They tended to wear short leather skirts and even shorter tops. She had opted for a spring dress of cotton. It covered everything and fell to her knees.

            Those knees buckled as another bolt of lust flared through her and left her panting. Over the last two days she had gone into heat, and her clit was trying to kill her. Never in her memory had she been this aroused and no amount of masturbation was taking the edge off. Her clit was sore and sensitive to the lightest touch, and yet she still couldn’t cum. No. Not couldn’t, wouldn’t. Her body refused to obey her demands.

            Well, if she could catch the attention of one of them tonight, then her little problem would be over.

            Her friends had already arrived and taken root at the bar when she showed up. Ruana wandered over to them, letting her senses catch a glimpse of her prey. Good. There were at least four wolves in the crowd, if all went well, this might even be easy.

            Keena introduced her to the bartender. Ruana extended her hand to shake his. Zan took her hand in his and raised it to his lips. As she waited to get her hand back, she felt his tongue flick across her skin and her legs nearly buckled under her. Her teeth bit her lip to stifle the moan that the tiny gesture had brought on. Meeting his eyes over her hand, she could see his wicked grin. Lord he was good looking. It was no wonder that her friends talked about him constantly.

            “May I have my hand back now?” Her fingers wiggled to draw attention to their captivity, and he reluctantly let his prize be snatched away to its owner.

            “This is your first time here.” The low rumble of his speech carried through the higher pitched voices of all the women swarming the bar.

            “Yes.” It was all that needed to be said. She would have been here sooner, naked, if she had known that he smelled as good as he looked. His scent clung to the hand that he had touched, and she could still feel the warmth of his skin against hers.

            “Make sure and tell me before you leave, wouldn’t want to start a stampede.” He gave her a serious look, then a wink.

            She flashed him a small smile, and turned back to the flamboyant humans who had invited her. He watched her for a few moments and then got James to take over the bar. He had a few calls to make.

            Three hours later, Ruana was beyond bored. Her friends were off dancing with the guys that they had picked up, but not one of the candidates she spotted had come anywhere near her. Six perfectly good werewolves scented a female in heat, and not one of them made a move. Her dress must be uglier than she thought.

            She walked up to the bar and spoke to the bartender. He was blonde and attractive enough, but not her type. “Is Zan still here?”

            He turned to her with a bored look, “I know you must be one of his many fans, but I am not going to tell you where he is sweetie.” He took a close look at her, “And besides, a librarian isn’t really his type.”

            She blushed furiously, and cursed the damned dress again. “Its ok, he just told me to let him know when I was leaving. Since he’s the only guy who spoke to me tonight, I wanted to say thanks and goodnight.” She gave him a short smile and headed for the door, and the cab that was always out front.

            But when she got outside, the cab was gone. She turned to go back into the club, but her way was barred by three of the six possibilities she had identified.

            She turned to run and found that the other three had taken up a flanking position. “Oh shit.”

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Inside the Howl, Zan finished his queries in the back room and came out, his eyes scanning the establishment for any signs of Ruana. The calls had taken longer than he had thought.

            “Hey James, did a girl come up here looking for me?”

            “Can you narrow it down? About five from your fan club have been by- one to say that she was leaving without waiting to see your beautiful face again.” James grimaced and loaded glasses onto a tray for a run through the dishwasher. All of his attention was on it, ignoring the women clamoring at the sight of Zan behind the bar once more.

            “Mousy, in a plain cotton dress?”

            “Yep, that’s the one.” James turned to look at his employer and took a step back at the fury in his eyes.

            “How long ago?”

            “Five minutes, maybe less? A few guys followed her out, but who could be that desperate?” James was talking to air as Zan vaulted over the bar and headed for the door at a breakneck pace.

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“Uh, guys. I just want to take a cab home. No trouble.” She spread her hands to her sides, and prepared to fire a defense spell. She was a little rusty and could probably only hit two of them, but she hoped it would slow them down.

            “Choose, bitch.” The three flanking her moved closer.

            “Uh, choose what? What exactly are my options here?” Slowly she turned her head, and looked for another way out.

            “You have to choose one of us to fuck, or we will choose for you. And we won’t limit the number.” This growl came from in front of her. One of the three blocking the entrance to the club. She saw a movement behind them and then, as she was thinking on how she could talk her way out of this one, she heard a howl.

            All of her suitors froze. They shared frustrated glances between them and disappeared into the night. A minute after the howl, there was no hint of any danger left in the area. But Ruana couldn’t move. She slowly backed toward the door of the club.

            Fear at what had almost happened shook her to the core. This was why she had just stayed home the last five times that the heat had struck.

            It was damned dangerous.

            Out of the shadows Zan appeared. He walked casually up to her and asked, “So are you willing to take me on? It might beat the alternative.”

            “At this point, I would go with Satan if he said he had a place for me.” Ruana noticed that she was actually shaking where she stood.

            “Not too complimentary, but follow me.” His easy saunter led them around to the back of the bar and a small employee parking lot. He wandered up to a small sporty car and opened the passenger door.

            “Get in,” He held open the door for her, and she slid into the embrace of the leather in the small black sports car.

            Once he had gotten into the driver’s seat, he locked the doors again. “No sense taking chances.”

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The Warder's Vampire  - Prologue

            “C’mon Mitzy, what do you need? You know I’m nocturnal.” Serafina Zenecar rubbed her eyes as her sister fidgeted with a teacup across from her. Her eyes were sensitive to daylight, it was just easier to do her work and socializing after the sun went down.

            “I am so sorry to wake you, Sera, but I need your help.” She put her teacup down with a clatter that startled her half-sister into gripping her hand to steady her.

            “What is it? You know that I would do anything for you, but what do you need from me that Mom or Symon can’t do?”

            Mitzy took a shuddering breath and blurted, “I need you to take my shift at the Repository this All Hallows Eve.”

            Sera blinked in astonishment. It was Mitzy’s source of pride that she had been the Warder chosen to guard the Repository of Magical Artifacts in Realm for the last five years. She wouldn’t give it up unless… “How pregnant are you?”

            “Three months. I haven’t told mother yet. I was waiting until Thanksgiving.” She sighed deeply and looked over at her half-sister, so different from the rest of the family.

            Serafina had always been pale, a creamy ivory that set of her deep chestnut hair and pine green eyes. It was her pointed teeth and slightly pointed ears that gave a hint as to her father’s nature. That, plus her sensitivity to sunlight.

            The story that their mother told was that a stranger named Zenecar had seduced her at a Yule celebration, and left her with child. The Warders and the councils of Realm determined that the father had been a vampire, leaving poor Serafina to be the only Dhampir to be female in eight hundred years. The half-vamps were male as a rule.

            Zenecar’s appearance in Realm was itself unusual. The vamps left when the wolves did. Sure that they could make their own way in the human world without the interference of councils, they locked themselves out of Realm with blood and salt.

            “Wow, a grandkid. Definitely something to be thankful for.” She smiled brightly, showing her fangs, “Hey, I am going to be an Aunty! C’mere you.”

            She surged to her feet and moved with unnatural speed to hug her sister in a firm but delicate embrace. She had learned years ago that she could be hard on people if she was careless.

            She pulled away and held her sister at arm’s length. “Wait. Who is the father?”

            The blush that had been building earlier flared into full bloom. “Well, you know the band Goblin Rulz?”

            “Yep.”

            “The lead singer, Haruki. He is delighted, but I haven’t been able to tell Mom or Dad yet. They aren’t that fond of goblins.”

            Sera thought of her step-father’s stringent attitudes towards other magical species and winced. “Especially ones that can’t pass for human.”

            “Exactly.” Tears welled in her eyes. “I didn’t even tell them we were dating.”

            “Symon should know that you had to mate with a non-human. It is one of the Warder bindings. We can’t get out of it.”

            “Yes, well. He has been trying to make connections for me in the Magus guild. Dad wanted me to make a ‘proper’ match with a magus or wizard of his choosing.” Mitzy blushed again. “He thinks that because Mom had you, the curse was satisfied for this generation.”

            “Oh, come on, Mittens. You know it doesn’t work that way.”

            “I don’t think he believed it himself, but he has the normal prejudice towards the non-human races.”

            “Normal for the Magus guild, you mean.”

            “Well yeah.” Mitzy hesitated for a moment. “Can you tell me what it is?”

            “What what is?”

            “The baby, whether it is a boy or girl?” Her eyes filled with entreaty, and Sera sighed heavily.

            “Are you sure? I can’t take it back once you know.”

            “I’m sure. Haruki wants a little girl, and given the Warder birthrate, I know that it is an eighty percent chance, but I still want to know for sure.”

            “Alright. Give me a moment.” Serafina closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them her green orbs had changed into her hunting eyes. Slitted red pupils were ensconced in amber irises. Her teeth extended as her mouth opened and magic crackled around her.

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Warder's Gryphon Excerpt:

With a sigh, he reached under one of the pillows and drew out the stuffed gryphon. “Yes, I was your cat. It seemed the best way to keep an eye on you in the evenings.”

Her mind ran through all of her moments with the cat, the cat in her lap. Watching her shower, and his own dips in the cold pond. They always coincided with…oh god. “So, all those times that you jumped in the pond…”

“It was to keep from shifting shape and taking you right there. You were magnificent in your passions, and I wanted desperately to join you in your bed.” His lips skated over her flaming cheeks and he lapped at the pool of flushed skin at the base of her throat.

“So you watched me…” She couldn’t find the words, and his hands had now joined the effort to distract her.

“Yes, I watched your clever fingers circling your clit, like this.” He set words into action and she shivered at the light touch. Exactly what would drive her high and fast.

“And I watched you take two more fingers and slide them into your passage, like this.” She arched back as his thicker fingers teased her more than her own ever had.

With his two hands at work and his purring moving in time to his hands, her own breathless moans and sighs joined the symphony and in moments she was gasping, shivering and thrusting her hips against his hands.

His hands withdrew and he took their place between her thighs, licking up the juice from her orgasm and soothing her clit from the relentless pressure that he had put on it. His long and slow strokes with his sandpaper tongue were quickly rebuilding the flames in her body. Every inch of skin craved his touch and only that one center was receiving it.

Her fingers fisted in his hair and tugged his head up, “Timmon, if you don’t fuck me now, I am going to scream so hard that the roof will collapse.”

His dark and lust-filled eyes focussed on her and he smiled again. Moving far to slowly for her peace of mind, the blunt head of his cock began to press for entrance. Relaxing the muscles that only wanted to grip him tight took most of her self-control, but she managed it until he was fully imbedded in her wet heat.

Then he stopped. He didn’t move one inch. She waited for him to move, to do something.

He didn’t.

“Listen mister, either you get your tight ass in gear, or I am gonna wiggle out of here and find my way down the mountain.”

“You said you wanted me inside you.” He was smug, but sweat dripped from his brow, the sign of his effort to hold himself still in her tight embrace.

“No, I said I wanted you to fuck me. This is just parking.” Her internal muscles fluttered around him, once, twice, and then she settled into a rhythm that had his eyes closing and a lot more sweat pouring off of his head and body.

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