Illusions: Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (The Seekers Book 1) by Carina Wilder Page B
Authors: Carina Wilder
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wrapped around him, fingernails grating at his flesh, leaving long red marks.
The man had been wearing a mask that resembled the face of a wild cat—a little too close to the calico Familiar for Sera’s liking—and he had grunted with his own pleasure as he’d released inside her, Melina holding him there as though forcing him, overpowering the man despite his enormous size.
When he’d finished, she had demanded of him that he get on his knees and pleasure her. This, as far as Sera understood, was not typically a part of the ceremony. Many women took what the man had to give and then sent him off. But Melina milked it, the man burying his face between her legs as she sat up and watched his mouth work her sex, eating her, delighting in the flavours of her flesh and his.
As Sera stared, she was certain that the other woman knew that she was there, witnessing the event, and that Melina could somehow sense Sera’s arousal, even from a distance.
And aroused she was; she couldn’t help but imagine what it must feel like to be so devoured, to have a man devote himself, even for a few minutes, to one’s complete pleasure.
To eat her after, he’d come inside her. Something in it was wildly erotic, dirty, even. And Sera found herself wanting to move into Melina’s body, to feel that mouth on her, to have a man lick her until she came.
But it was Melina’s strength that affected her most. The woman had no fear. Willing to demand that a stranger submit in this way—and the man had done just that. It seemed as though he would have done anything that she’d commanded and then some.
And after Melina had sent him away she’d lain back on the bed, laughing gently, her hand draped across her breasts. Never did she address Sera verbally, but she turned her head slowly and stared at her, partially hidden behind that tree, and smiled. It was the expression of a woman who was saying, “Just you wait. You’ll love every second of it.”
Melina’s powers had grown, as expected. But then she’d left, never to be heard from again. And Hedy claimed not to know where she’d ended up, though Sera had always had difficulty believing it. The Crone’s powers might have been fading, but it was difficult to imagine that she could lose sight of one of the most promising Aspirants they’d ever had.
When Sera had asked about her once, Hedy had seemed hurt, as though the subject were too painful to discuss. And so she’d dropped it.
The other subject that Hedy seemed to avoid was the Guild itself; its men and why it was that they seemed so different from other males. There was something in them that puzzled Sera. She’d heard from other Aspirants that they were large and strong, much like the the handsome stranger who’d made an appearance in their small village the previous day.
But it was another strength, as well, that aroused her curiosity: a power within them that seemed never to emerge. And if she had to guess, she’d have said that their secret power—whatever it was—frightened the Crones a little.
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T here was no sign of a Guild leader at the meeting. No great surprise there; they would no doubt send their underlings to do the menial jobs, to mingle with the dull townspeople.
But Sera was relieved. Something about the thought sent a chill down her spine. There was a nastiness in the very concept of the group that was indefinable, as though they possessed an evil gene that wasn’t discussed among the masses. Anyone who was a member of an organization bent on kidnapping young women couldn’t be all kindness and light.
With Nyx concealed in the bag at her side, she took a seat at the back of the church. Observing was her task for the evening, and she would try her best to do so quietly, though it would be difficult. Already she watched the town’s women file in, taking note of her seat and avoiding her as they passed by. She could feel icy stares penetrate her skin like freezing rain.
Only one person chose to
The man had been wearing a mask that resembled the face of a wild cat—a little too close to the calico Familiar for Sera’s liking—and he had grunted with his own pleasure as he’d released inside her, Melina holding him there as though forcing him, overpowering the man despite his enormous size.
When he’d finished, she had demanded of him that he get on his knees and pleasure her. This, as far as Sera understood, was not typically a part of the ceremony. Many women took what the man had to give and then sent him off. But Melina milked it, the man burying his face between her legs as she sat up and watched his mouth work her sex, eating her, delighting in the flavours of her flesh and his.
As Sera stared, she was certain that the other woman knew that she was there, witnessing the event, and that Melina could somehow sense Sera’s arousal, even from a distance.
And aroused she was; she couldn’t help but imagine what it must feel like to be so devoured, to have a man devote himself, even for a few minutes, to one’s complete pleasure.
To eat her after, he’d come inside her. Something in it was wildly erotic, dirty, even. And Sera found herself wanting to move into Melina’s body, to feel that mouth on her, to have a man lick her until she came.
But it was Melina’s strength that affected her most. The woman had no fear. Willing to demand that a stranger submit in this way—and the man had done just that. It seemed as though he would have done anything that she’d commanded and then some.
And after Melina had sent him away she’d lain back on the bed, laughing gently, her hand draped across her breasts. Never did she address Sera verbally, but she turned her head slowly and stared at her, partially hidden behind that tree, and smiled. It was the expression of a woman who was saying, “Just you wait. You’ll love every second of it.”
Melina’s powers had grown, as expected. But then she’d left, never to be heard from again. And Hedy claimed not to know where she’d ended up, though Sera had always had difficulty believing it. The Crone’s powers might have been fading, but it was difficult to imagine that she could lose sight of one of the most promising Aspirants they’d ever had.
When Sera had asked about her once, Hedy had seemed hurt, as though the subject were too painful to discuss. And so she’d dropped it.
The other subject that Hedy seemed to avoid was the Guild itself; its men and why it was that they seemed so different from other males. There was something in them that puzzled Sera. She’d heard from other Aspirants that they were large and strong, much like the the handsome stranger who’d made an appearance in their small village the previous day.
But it was another strength, as well, that aroused her curiosity: a power within them that seemed never to emerge. And if she had to guess, she’d have said that their secret power—whatever it was—frightened the Crones a little.
----
T here was no sign of a Guild leader at the meeting. No great surprise there; they would no doubt send their underlings to do the menial jobs, to mingle with the dull townspeople.
But Sera was relieved. Something about the thought sent a chill down her spine. There was a nastiness in the very concept of the group that was indefinable, as though they possessed an evil gene that wasn’t discussed among the masses. Anyone who was a member of an organization bent on kidnapping young women couldn’t be all kindness and light.
With Nyx concealed in the bag at her side, she took a seat at the back of the church. Observing was her task for the evening, and she would try her best to do so quietly, though it would be difficult. Already she watched the town’s women file in, taking note of her seat and avoiding her as they passed by. She could feel icy stares penetrate her skin like freezing rain.
Only one person chose to
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