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Manaconda
An Ellora’s Cave Publication, May 2004
 
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ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-84360-931-2
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Sacred Eden © 2004 Sherri L. King
Knight Stalker © 2004 Lora Leigh
Devilish Dot © 2004 Jaid Black
 
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
 
Edited by Heather Osborn, Kari Berton, Martha Punches.
Cover art by Darrell King.
Sacred Eden
The Horde Wars
Sherri L. King
For Darrell
 
For adventure and for romance…because we all deserve such things...every last one of us.
 
‘Where there is joy, there is creation. Where there is no joy, there is no creation. Know the nature of joy.’ – Upanishads
 
‘The most violent appetites in all creatures are lust and hunger; the first is a perpetual call upon them to propagate their kind, the latter to preserve themselves.’ – Joseph Addison
 
Prologue
 
Obsidian stroked the silken dip of his wife’s naked spine as she slumbered peacefully on her belly in their enormous bed. She was so beautiful that she literally stole his breath. He’d thought her sublime when they’d first met, fighting in the confines of her human home. But it seemed that every day since, he’d discovered something new, something even more incredibly lovely about her.
And she was his. All his. A breathtaking mate and warrior to stand at his side, his perfect match in every way. He couldn’t believe his good fortune.
He lowered his hand and stroked the downy soft seam of her bottom.
“Mmmm…,” she sighed deeply in her sleep and snuggled deeper into the mattress.
Obsidian smiled and bent his head to kiss her shoulder, nudging the stubborn coverlet, still covering Cady’s legs, down about their feet as he did so. The last barrier between his wife’s gloriously nude form and his hungry eyes was no more. Cady’s caramel-colored skin gleamed in the dim firelight, making him clench his teeth against the urge to ravish her in a wild, animalistic mating. But the time for such wanton play would come later. For now, he would seduce her thoroughly, so that she became liquid need in his arms.
Gently, so as not to wake her fully just yet, he moved to straddle her legs and palm her buttocks in his hands. Her full, rounded lushness overflowed his grasp and he nearly growled with his raging need. He’d always adored her ass.
“Sid,” she breathed. Waking, as her own need for him rose with each gentle squeeze his broad hands visited upon her. “Whatter you doin’?” she mumbled, still befuddled with sleep.
“What do you think I’m doing, baby?” he murmured, pressing a heated kiss into the crook of her neck. The scent of her thick braid of hair intoxicated him to the point of madness and he inhaled deeply, unable to fight the temptation. “So sweet,” he murmured, and kissed her neck again.
She sighed deeply beneath him, her growing arousal evident as he stroked her. “That feels wonderful,” she whispered.
“There is no need to be so quiet, love.”
“I don’t want to wake the baby.” She squirmed beneath him as he delicately probed a finger into the valley of her ass.
“Armand is hardly a baby now,” he reminded her. Their son was four years old going on twenty, and as precocious as any Shikar child could—and should—be. But Obsidian knew, no matter how old their child grew, he would always be Cady’s baby. She was a wonderful mother, this woman. “And do not worry yourself about waking him. He is with Desondra. She will be watching him for a couple of days…time enough for me to get you pregnant again, I think,” he teased wickedly.
Cady woke fully as he moved down and licked the dark crevice of her bottom. “Sid!” she exclaimed with giddy excitement.
“Baby, I love your ass.” He slapped her gently and she moaned. He sighed his own contented response. “But that special bliss can come later,” he taunted, before flipping her over neatly beneath him.
The golden-orange glow of her eyes gleamed as they roved over him, settling upon the demanding thrust of his heavy erection. “And I thought Christmas was still a few months away,” she laughed, reaching for his cock.