The Sword And The Pen by Elysa Hendricks Read Free Book Online

created? What would happen to me?
    By flicking a small toggle switch set in the wall, he lit the room with a yellowish glow from a bedside lamp. It was like magic, how this world created light with no fire. Again, the wizard seemed to think it was nothing.
    He left, and I wandered around the comfortable room. A large bed dominated. A soft beige was the color of the smooth, straight walls, and a shaggy brown rug hid parts of the polished wood floor. The lamp sat on a table next to the bed, along with a square box made of a shiny material decorated with odd glowing lights and strange buttons. I touched one and jumped as a voice emanated forth. Before I could make out the meaning of the words, I hastened to punch the button again and the noise stopped.
    Had my wizard created this contraption? And what creature had angered him enough that he'd imprisoned it inside this box? Also, if capable of such magic, why did he grant me such leeway? I shuddered and looked away.
    A shelf full of books caught my attention, though they were of a different construction than I remembered. I hadn't seen a book since Roark burned the library at the monastery. Reading was a pleasure I'd long missed.
    As I started to reach for one, I noticed some of the titles: The Barbarian King: Donoval's Revenge, and Warrior Woman: Serilda's Quest. I snatched back my hand. Part of me wanted to read what was written in those tomes, another part sensed something terrible would happen if I did.
    Prudence oft-times serves better than boldness, Brother Eldrin's voice echoed in my memory.
    Clutching my trembling hands together, I sat on the edge of the bed and eyed the lamp again warily. Was one of those beings my wizard had spoken of, ComEd or Nicor, responsible for its glow? How much control did he hold over those creatures? If I sought to extinguish the light would they object? Questions without answers made my head ache.
    Weary to my core, I lay down. Much in this world was beyond my comprehension, but the mattress brought bliss as it cradled my body. I ran my palms over the silky throw covering the bed. Whatever else this wizard might be, he was wealthy and powerful--if inept, I reminded myself. And my fate now rested in his hands.
    Long ago, I'd learned to fight the battles I knew I could win, retreat from those I could not and the difference between them. This battle fell into neither category.
    What cannot be solved must be endured. In sleep you release your burdens to the universe . As always, Brother Eldrin's wise words showed me the path; I closed my eyes, cleared my mind and let sleep claim me.
    Warm lips trailed down my throat. Passion welled up inside me as those lips moved lower and closed over the hardened tip of one breast. A surge of heat shot to my groin. I opened my eyes and looked at the top of a golden head. Donoval?
    No, this man's hair was short, and the strong hands that stroked my belly felt softer than Donnie's.
    The wizard?
    I put my hands on the man's head to lift it, then froze in anticipation as he moved his hand lower. His fingers slid through the damp curls between my thighs and stroked the sensitive nub there. Rational thought splintered. My eyelids fell shut.
    From that small point of contact, heat radiated through my body. Years had passed since I last lay with Donnie, long, lonely, frustrating years without intimate physical contact with another human being.
    Good sense demanded I catch my breath, regain my equilibrium and discover who invaded my bed. Instead, as he used his hands and mouth to drag me deeper into a sexual haze, I surrendered without protest. Like a person dying of thirst I drank in the sweet, warm flood of sensations his touch engendered. Questions faded from my consciousness as he wrung gasps of pleasure from my lips. Hungry for the satisfaction he promised, I didn't care who he was.
    With little warning, my release came, sudden and explosive. It wasn't enough. I wanted more. I needed him to fill the emptiness inside