ReluctantConsort by Lora Leigh Read Free Book Online Page B

bands of power reaching out to both of them. Not
just the one who held her, whose hardened shaft she rode with such pleasure.
    “Sweet princess,” he groaned, his lips caressing her neck as
his breath came hard, panting from his chest. “I cannot allow you to find your
release yet, love. Not here, not as we did within the Vale.”
    She was so close. How could he stop her from that pleasure?
How could he refuse the bands of sensation tightening between her thighs from
releasing?
    Yet she hadn’t found release, she reminded herself, no
matter how desperately she reached for it. No matter her need for it.
    Lifting her lashes to stare at the warrior holding her, she
was shocked by the sight of the luminous threads of magick weaving around her,
touching her, stroking her, mixing with the strands of her own violet-hued
magick. Magick that had never wafted from her in such a way.
    It twined with their magick, stroked over it, stroked over
the warrior holding her as well as the brother she considered the darker of the
two, the one whose magick called to her on a level that went beyond her spirit.
    “I ache for you, warrior,” she whispered. “For both of you.
We near the Vale, I feel it within my spirit, calling to us, tempting us.”
    “Aye, it tempts,” he whispered as a moan slipped from her
lips, the feel of potent magick easing deeper in her rear, sliding free and
returning. Burning pleasure-pain she craved, that sent shivers racing over her
flesh. “But to take you now would cause you harm, sweet. We will never cause
you harm.”
    Harm? It was harming her to wait.
    Gripping his thighs with hers, she rode the hard ridge
beneath her, the heavy erection hot and throbbing, driving her mad with the
need to feel it inside her as she felt the warrior’s magick taking her.
    She moved against him, their touches, caresses driving her
to the heights of pleasure yet never allowing her to fall over, never allowing
her to find the release for which her need was only growing. The need burned.
It rose inside her like an inferno she could neither avoid nor ease. The agony
of it was unlike any she had ever known.
     
    This must end, Caedan groaned across the link he
shared with his brother. “ I do not know if I can hold back my release much
longer.”
    Their magick was a spiraling haze of color and power that
the other Ogre were careful to keep their distance from. The depth of it, the
strength of it a barrier that only the greatest of magicks would be able to
penetrate.
    We near the Obsidian Fortress , Daelan assured him
then. We are but moments from haven, brother.
    Moments? Could he last moments?
    Daelan could feel his brother’s pain as though it were his
own. Ogre twin bonds were more sensitive than any other, save for Wizard Twins,
for the very fact that rarely were twins born to the warrior sect. Only in past
generations had twins been born to the Ogre sect since the separation of
Sorceresses and Wizards.
    The Ogre had protected the Causeway since the dawn of human
and magick separation, their power to blend in with either sect their greatest
defense. They could slip into magick lands and track any human who may have
made it past the Causeway, or slip into human lands and trick those there to
rescue the magickal beings taken from their lands.
    Their magick was hidden from even the greatest powers of the
lands unless they wished it to be seen. Once slipping into human lands, no
magick existed within them until their return to the Causeway. Their strength
and ability to deflect blows was their greatest power there.
    Here within the Causeway they were more powerful than any
but the gods the One had selected to watch over Sentmar as he slept.
    We are here! Daelan felt relief pour over him as the
Obsidian Fortress rose before them. Unscalable walls of magick-infused obsidian
surrounded the main fortress. None but Ogre magick could pass through it, and
for those assigned to rule the land, the magick of the stone would conform