off the bed. “That’s easy for you to say and poof outta here. What kind of aunt leaves her favorite niece when the going gets tough?”
Celeste actually stamped her feet.
“I hear you.” Celia’s light laughter faded away. “ You are all my favorites. Try less subtlety.”
Less subtlety. What did that mean? Her aunt was useless, but “less subtle” was the equivalent of “more obvious,” wasn’t it?
Aggression might be a helpful tactic to use on Rourke. She didn’t have much time to skirt the issues, not if she was going to aid the new regent through his transition and hers. There was no time left for niceties.
Maybe Dane would understand and assist her when the crucial time came. As a geneticist, he could make a life’s study of this place. She knew she could convince him to stay. He liked her. Rourke was a different story. Once he discovered how he’d been deceived all his life, there would be no accounting for his reaction.
Chapter 7
Hot tub
Subtlety? Had she seriously entertained the thought that being less assertive would work with Rourke? A virgin wasn’t exactly the sexually aggressive sort of woman he was used to. With someone like him, she might need even more than her glamour to get his full attention. Nothing less than blatant sexuality and her sensual succubus was going to work against a sharp mind like his.
Celeste paused outside her door, dropped her towel on the chair, and stepped into the hot tub adjoining her private garden. With a strong, magical, mental push, she invited him, all the while knowing he would have to come.
The pull between destined mates was alleged to be irresistible. It had already influenced her feelings. She prayed to the goddess it would be the same for him.
Earlier, leaving and closing the door behind her was one of the most difficult things she’d ever done. What should have been an easy turning away had been nearly impossible. With the scent of his distinct, masculine fragrance drawing her to him and the magic driving her urges to mate, she’d had to impose her sheer will against them. Once the door had blocked his scent, the horrible ache spreading through her soul eased to a hollow, empty feeling in the pit of her stomach.
The longing , that need between mates to bond, to be together always, stirred her basic instincts to go to him. She was already feeling the consequences of separation, and they’d barely even spoken. But the voice affected her, too, that ability mates had to sound-imprint to each other’s voices. He hadn’t said much, but he’d turned her insides to mush. She wondered how much stronger this mate bond would get between them after they actually touched? Or more?
The sudden image of their bodies wrapped around each other in a naked embrace caught her off guard. Her insides quaked with the effect. The vision. The ability to create a link between destined mates existed so that they could endure minor separations. The problem was that it was so real the mates actually physically experienced the sensations and emotions of the experience.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, letting the gift of vision sensually fill her mind. The skill linked all the senses between them, as if they were actually participating in the actions. She could see through his mind and he through hers.
The tiny air bubbles from the jets tickled her flesh, building the tension rising within her as her desire for him increased. Her body wanted him as much as his would want hers. Neither could deny this attraction between their inner beasts, no matter their human desires or choices.
A heated flush moved over her skin like the rising tide over a sandy beach. She sensed his presence before she barely opened her eyes and saw him. He’d come. Followed her here. Tracked her like a wolf would his mate.
Exhaling a long, slow breath, Celeste enjoyed a brief moment to study him beneath her lowered lids. His thighs were eye level, and so was the impressive bulge
Celeste actually stamped her feet.
“I hear you.” Celia’s light laughter faded away. “ You are all my favorites. Try less subtlety.”
Less subtlety. What did that mean? Her aunt was useless, but “less subtle” was the equivalent of “more obvious,” wasn’t it?
Aggression might be a helpful tactic to use on Rourke. She didn’t have much time to skirt the issues, not if she was going to aid the new regent through his transition and hers. There was no time left for niceties.
Maybe Dane would understand and assist her when the crucial time came. As a geneticist, he could make a life’s study of this place. She knew she could convince him to stay. He liked her. Rourke was a different story. Once he discovered how he’d been deceived all his life, there would be no accounting for his reaction.
Chapter 7
Hot tub
Subtlety? Had she seriously entertained the thought that being less assertive would work with Rourke? A virgin wasn’t exactly the sexually aggressive sort of woman he was used to. With someone like him, she might need even more than her glamour to get his full attention. Nothing less than blatant sexuality and her sensual succubus was going to work against a sharp mind like his.
Celeste paused outside her door, dropped her towel on the chair, and stepped into the hot tub adjoining her private garden. With a strong, magical, mental push, she invited him, all the while knowing he would have to come.
The pull between destined mates was alleged to be irresistible. It had already influenced her feelings. She prayed to the goddess it would be the same for him.
Earlier, leaving and closing the door behind her was one of the most difficult things she’d ever done. What should have been an easy turning away had been nearly impossible. With the scent of his distinct, masculine fragrance drawing her to him and the magic driving her urges to mate, she’d had to impose her sheer will against them. Once the door had blocked his scent, the horrible ache spreading through her soul eased to a hollow, empty feeling in the pit of her stomach.
The longing , that need between mates to bond, to be together always, stirred her basic instincts to go to him. She was already feeling the consequences of separation, and they’d barely even spoken. But the voice affected her, too, that ability mates had to sound-imprint to each other’s voices. He hadn’t said much, but he’d turned her insides to mush. She wondered how much stronger this mate bond would get between them after they actually touched? Or more?
The sudden image of their bodies wrapped around each other in a naked embrace caught her off guard. Her insides quaked with the effect. The vision. The ability to create a link between destined mates existed so that they could endure minor separations. The problem was that it was so real the mates actually physically experienced the sensations and emotions of the experience.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, letting the gift of vision sensually fill her mind. The skill linked all the senses between them, as if they were actually participating in the actions. She could see through his mind and he through hers.
The tiny air bubbles from the jets tickled her flesh, building the tension rising within her as her desire for him increased. Her body wanted him as much as his would want hers. Neither could deny this attraction between their inner beasts, no matter their human desires or choices.
A heated flush moved over her skin like the rising tide over a sandy beach. She sensed his presence before she barely opened her eyes and saw him. He’d come. Followed her here. Tracked her like a wolf would his mate.
Exhaling a long, slow breath, Celeste enjoyed a brief moment to study him beneath her lowered lids. His thighs were eye level, and so was the impressive bulge
Similar Books
