"The Summoning" - читать интересную книгу автора (Morgen Shelby)

Too much. Too much! She fought him now, fought to escape the sensations that threatened to shatter her calm, ordered world. “They will hear us!” she fretted. “They will…”

“Who would censure you, Mistress? The goddess will not condemn us. I will bear the jealousy of the Priests. I shall endure whatever punishment befalls me. I swear before the goddess, whatever happens, I shall always love you, Lady, in this lifetime or the next. Tell me only that you will wait for me.”

“I have loved you since first I saw you,” she admitted, her heart pounding with the boldness of her words. “I feared only that you were too young. If I must, I will wait for you again, in this lifetime or the next, it matters not. I am yours. Forever and always. This I swear.”

His seed spurted into her, hot and searing, as she broke again under his demanding fingers. “Forever and always my love. This I swear.”







Chapter Three



“I have loved thee since first I saw thee,” Roanen whispered as his fingers caressed her. “In this lifetime or the next, it matters not. I shall love ye till the end of time. Forever and always, my love. This I swear.”

Marylin opened her eyes to watch as his hands moved to skim the fine burgundy silk up over her shoulders. He left a trail of desire wherever he touched. She turned now to wind her arms around his neck, raking her nails against his scalp as she feathered his long, dark hair away from his face. “Sennedjem?”

“Nylanйfer.” He breathed the name like a benediction. “So long. It’s been so long. By the goddess I have missed ye, Nyla.”

“And I you. I looked for you everywhere, but only in my dreams did I find you.” She stretched up to kiss him, this stranger she had known since the world was young, tasting this new flavor that was somehow familiar. “Are we in the dreaming yet? If I wake up and you’re not with me, I will not be able to bear it. I cannot lose you again!”

“Ye will never lose me, my love. Anywhere, any time, I will find thee.” His hands gripped her ass, pulling her tightly against his hungry cock. “I will find thee, and I will love thee.”

“Then let us not waste the time we’re given.” She giggled as her fingers found the hard bulge that strained against his dense wool leggings. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she chastised as she tasted the pulse at the base of his throat.

A chuckle rumbled across his chest. “Perhaps ye should do something about that.”

“Perhaps I shall.”

Awake or asleep, real or the dreaming, it did not matter. He’d used the dreaming before to find her. She’d use the dreaming to find him again if she had to. She didn’t have to search for him now. He was here in her arms. Marylin or Nylanйfer, or Ayailla, what did the names matter? He was no boy this time, this stranger she knew as well as she knew herself.

Still he was bound by the boy’s oath.I shall love you till the end of time… She wished she could remember more. Surely four thousand years with one lover was more than any man was meant to endure. Surely he would have tired of her by now. Had there been times when they’d fought? Lover’s quarrels that lasted for lifetimes? Had he ever regretted his promise? Sennedjem had been so young…

She would not let Roanen regret the boy’s oath. At least not tonight. She paused to suck his nipples through the fine-woven fabric, enjoying the way he shivered at her touch, before she pulled the tunic up over his head. He must have remembered the night at the inn, for the wrists were not fastened this time. The tunic dropped to the floor to lay beside the bed.

There were differences. Where the youth had been long and lean and untried, the man before her was broad and powerful enough to frighten her, had she been less sure of him. A shiver ran through her as she found the fastenings that held his leggings in place. She knew where to look this time.

It had always been like this with him. The warm glow of anticipation. The need, the hunger that coiled within her, making her want more, so much more. His long, blunt fingers explored the fine hair that adorned the dimple at the base of her spine, sending sparks like electricity through her as she shuddered in his arms. She let her fingers fumble over the pants, slipping inside to ride down the length of him until she could cup his balls in her palm.

So warm. So alive. His cock thrust at her, soft velvet skin over hard, hot steel. She ached to take him within her, to ride him until he broke, but she wanted more. After four thousand years she knew how to get what she wanted from him, how to give him all he’d never think to ask for. She pushed him back towards the silk covered bed as she ordered her right hand back to its original work. The left one had a mind of its own, tangling itself in his hair while it pulled his head down to her level.

Ummm. He tasted like sweet, spiced wine. She sucked at his lip, savoring the taste. The buttons undone at last, the leggings slid down to puddle around his ankles. She had a solution for that, as well. With a gentle push, her hand still guiding his head, she laid him back among the pillows.

Would he remember?