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Book four of the Half-Blood Club! Melissande is a rare creature. An Archive. Centuries will pass before another is born. This makes her a rare and valuable addition to any magical clan who dares to claim her. Unfortunately for them, her mother was a werewolf and that is where the loyalties lie. She is given a choice of mates and after she makes her choice only one thing can stand in her way. Family. This is when a girl needs her friends. Welcome to the conclusion of the Half-Blood Club.
Archive Excerpt: The kitchen and living room were blurs as he hustled her to the bedroom. His bed was a king sized monstrosity and the bank of windows that ran the length of one wall contained a set of French doors that led out onto the patio that she had noted earlier. She was given no chance to absorb any more of the details as he took possession of her mouth once again, she trembled in his arms, her lips parting under his assault. His tongue lapped at her and she felt his tongue scraping across her teeth. A sharp giggle and he slipped inside to taste her own tongue. When she reciprocated she heard a satisfied growl and his muscles bunched under her hands. In an instant she was falling through the air and felt the impact of a firm surface beneath her back. His body followed her to the bed and she was soon writhing beneath him, trying to dislodge him from her hair. It was only when a sharp tug produced a yelp from her that he let her up for air. “Ow, you’re on my hair.” She struggled up against the headboard and sat up. “And, I am a virgin. This is my first time.” The lust in his eyes faded slightly, “What?” He shook his head to clear it, then focused on her words. “I haven’t had sex before. You are my first.” “What?” It still didn’t seem to sink in. She slapped his face lightly, “This is the first time I am having sex. Ever.” She paused again. “In my life.” He reared back on his heels and looked at her, “You have to be joking.” The erection that was threatening the structure of his zipper wasn’t dissipating; she was relieved to see. “No. Not a joke. I wouldn’t be sitting here and waiting for your reaction if it was a joke.” He leaned forward and kissed her softly. “Thank you for telling me.” She leaned into the kiss and used her hands to peel away his t-shirt. He reciprocated and soon she was trembling in anticipation as he perused her naked body in the afternoon sunlight as it filtered through the curtains. “You are lovely. From your head to your toes, you are fantastic.” His eyes worshipped her skin, dappled gold in the daylight. His own clothes flew across the room in seconds and then she was admiring his body, and the cock that was calling to her hands. Her fingers curled and she reached to wrap her fingers around the smooth heated length. Wow. It felt weird. Her thumb found a drop of pre-cum and swirled it around the head, slicking it up and teasing it gently. A hiss came out of his mouth as he pulled her hand away and he bore her back to the bed once again for his kiss. “That feels great, but it is more than I can bear right now. This time is for you.” She squirmed in his grip, blanking her mind to enjoy the only feeling she wanted. The feeling of his hands on her. Each feathery touch on her neck let a sigh of happiness drift through her lips and the slide of his tongue set a flame deep in her belly. It flared and danced with each touch, her body’s moisture trying to fan out the flames. A steady torrent of desire that urged her thighs to shift and rub together in an effort to contain the fire.
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