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  Tor struggled to rein in his overwhelming desire for the pink flesh spread wide before him by thinking of those who hovered on the eve of turning into their inner beast forever. There were others closer to transforming into Proprius Bestia than he. It wasn’t right that he mate before them.

  Could this desire be controlled and she sacrificed to another? He couldn’t stop the stupid question from spearing his brain even though he knew the truth. The magic controlled the mating, nothing else. What if she stayed? Could the magic be contorted and the mating forced between her and someone else with the use of a potion? He grappled at thin ideas as he tried desperately to lasso his inner beast and staunch his desires.

  The questions burned in his brain, spurring a fire within his gut. No other will have her screamed through his head. Just the thought another’s cock would touch her inner heat had him on the edge of surrender. Tor wrestled for control. This wasn’t right. She wasn’t Morphionian. What if the Earth woman couldn’t handle the mating ritual? What if it killed her? He reiterated his fears trying his best to reason with his inner beast to cool his raging libido.

  When Deveney flipped onto her knees, backed up to the edge of the bed, spread her lower lips with her fingers and wiggled, practically pushing her sex into his face, the last of his restraints broke like a dam during a hurricane. The ripe scent of a female in heat washed over him and captured command of him. His inner beast roared to the forefront and demanded he follow the dictations of nature.

  Clothing ripped from his body in one swift move. Naked and hard, he stepped to the edge of the bed, buried his face in her folds and licked her slit from clit to anus. Deveney’s squeal spurred him on. Her sweet nectar drove him wild, as did her fragrant scent. Her ripe mating aroma enveloped each inhale he took. The stop option disintegrated. His inner beast drove him to the edge and urged him onward.

  Nothing held him back. Tor grabbed her hips, spread her legs farther and pushed the head of his cock into that sweet, inviting entrance. Deveney gasped and buried her head into the pillow. Sparks flew in brilliant shades of light from their bodies. Intense heat wrapped around them in the form of a giant, glowing blue bubble, encapsulating the entire bed.

  Tightness gloved his cock as he spotted the signs of magic dancing in the air, symbols that signified the start of a mating ritual. Closing his eyes, he refused to acknowledge the sexual imagery that came with the bonding. This was just sex, Tor tried to convince himself.

  Hot juices coated the head of his cock and he wanted nothing more than to push forward and fuck her. But he heard her muffled cry and sensed her pain from his initial entrance into her. She was so tight. He didn’t want to hurt her. The intense desire to claim her ravaged his soul even though he tried to deny its true meaning. He wrapped an arm under her waist and guided her onto all fours to the center of the bed. He positioned his legs between hers to help steady her against his weight. Leaning over her, he cradled her body to his and whispered in her ear.

  “Deveney, if you want me to stop, I will.” For the first time in his life, Tor wasn’t sure if he could keep his word. The intensity of the natural magic that drew him to Deveney controlled him, and he doubted his own ability to withdraw if she asked him to stop.

  Did Earth people experience a similar mating ritual? Would their chakras combine if he continued? These questions flashed inside his head, but he couldn’t even consider voicing them as the air heated around them.

  An amazing blue glow surrounded them. Pure energy seeped from her body into his and empowered him. If having only the head of his cock inside her made his body hum, he couldn’t imagine the sensations being buried to the hilt would bring.

  “Tor, I want you,” Deveney rasped as she shoved backward, taking more of his cock inside. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Motivated by her words, Tor couldn’t stop. The magic of the mating ritual took over. He didn’t miss the sensation of excessive tightness within her, gifting him with entrance into an untested pleasure. No man had been before him. Tor’s chest tightened with the knowledge of being her first.

  Though part of him wanted to slow down, be gentle, the magic roared to life between them. This was even more powerful than he had ever imagined. Every ounce of him was in sync with her pleasure. His pleasure, her pleasure, blended into a mesh of phenomenal abstract shapes and colors in his head. Did she see the same magical show in the air? Were the sexual sensations as powerful for her as for him?

  Should he stop? Pull out of her and end this before it was too late?

  Tor knew nothing stopped the blending of the chakras once it started. But this wasn’t a mating ritual. This was just sex, he tried to convince himself. Guided by primal instinct, Tor grabbed her hips with bruising force and buried himself to the hilt, sensing her inner muscles stretch, accepting his length and girth as a scream of pleasure mixed with pain ripped from her throat. Driven by the magic of their joining, he ground in and out of her, faster and faster. Harder and harder he thrust, intensifying his need to claim her, to make her his.

  With each inward plunge, Deveney arched, taking him in deep. The sounds of sheer pleasure emanating from her amazed and excited Tor. No mere woman took the pounding he gave her. And yet she did. She met each stroke, spread her legs, taking him in farther, and expressed her heated desire verbally. Thank the Goddess Nirvana for a soundproof room. Having the whole palace aware of her existence didn’t place high on his list at the moment. Tor couldn’t help but smile, knowing he brought Deveney her first taste of pleasure even though it was rougher than a virgin deserved.

  The harder and faster they fucked, the more intense the colors of the mixing magic in the bubble turned. Deep blue, fluorescent green, lava orange, prominent purple and then tantalizing turquoise blended into a bright red and deepened with each stroke of his cock within the sweet heat of Deveney.

  Sweat covered their bodies as the heat intensified. Tor’s balls tightened. His cock trembled. He fought his release until Deveney’s inner muscles clamped around him, tugging him in a coaxing massage. Each ripple of her orgasm up and down his shaft forced him to release his seed even though he tried desperately to prevent it. To release his seed within her sex equaled the intimate finalization of their joining. One he had hoped to resist, but failed. His cock throbbed in the caress of her inner muscles, filling her with his seed.

  On a desperate growl he collapsed, taking his weight on his hands and knees, hovering around her body, cock buried to the hilt, being milked by the sweetest heat of his life. As if she knew the ritual, the woman beneath him swung her hair to one side, exposing the milk-white flesh of her throat. Her life vein thumped, enticing him to lick its length.

  Tor licked her from between her shoulders to the nape of her neck. At the silver link of chain, he flicked it, tasting the salt of her skin combined with the energy of the Amulet of Perception. Though he tried to resist, he couldn’t. Its beat was too strong. The tip of his tongue caressed her life vein from one end to the other, then back to the center where the beat throbbed strongest. He suckled this spot on Deveney’s neck until their hearts pounded, sharing the same rhythm, and seemed to change into one organ, which pumped blood through both their bodies.

  Deveney’s soft purr broke Tor’s mating trance.

  “Will you suck my breasts like that?”

  Her slow, deliberate pelvic motions made him grow hard again. Never had he recovered so rapidly. Tor was amazed his cock had any life left in it. It had to be the magic.

  When he reluctantly pulled out of her heat, she moaned, “No, I’m not done with you yet.”

  Faster than he’d ever seen anyone or any creature move, she flipped onto her back, legs spread. One hand caressed a distended pink nipple while the other massaged his cock to attention.

  “Please, Tor. Suck my nipples.”

  The sight of her tugging one of those delicious-looking buds taut made his mouth water. Unable to resist, he gently suckled the ripe nipple into his mouth. Her breasts were perfect. As he k
neaded and caressed one full mound with his hand, his mouth worked magic on the other.

  Both of her hands worked his shaft, coaxing it into a rock-hard state. He feasted from breast to breast until she had him primed and ready for re-entry.

  “Fuck me again, Tor,” she demanded. “Fuck me again. I want your cock inside me now.”

  Without waiting for him to move, Deveney shifted, wrapped her legs around his waist and plunged him in deep. Tor groaned. She may be an Earth woman, but she acted like a Morphionian woman in heat. This was bad.

  He refused to believe their chakras had possibly united. It didn’t matter he sensed the strength of her magic through each touch. And the fact the amulet around her neck glowed bright with the force of their combined energies as she commandeered his cock scared him, thrilled him and made him want her even more. But that too didn’t matter. Not to Tor. He couldn’t let it, no, wouldn’t let it. She belonged in her world.

  Guilt riddled his conscience. She claimed she wanted to return to Earth and here he’d taken the most precious part of her for himself. Pure stubbornness rose to the surface as the demands of his position warred with his personal desires. He wanted Deveney but refused to accept the obvious. Maybe Maven was right and mates could be located outside of Eximius Mundus. No! Bloodlines must be kept pure for the magic to survive. Again, the words of his father echoed inside his head, causing an unwanted sharp pain behind his right eye. Tor steeled his resolve.

  By the Goddess Nirvana, Deveney needed to go back. Even if it killed him, Tor decided as he surrendered to her sexual demands.

  Chapter Five

  Deveney stood at the edge of a meadow. Tall grass and wildflowers stretched from one side to the other. Scattered berry bushes grew in clumps here and there. In the center, a family of large golden bears grazed, feasting on the berries. No fear filled her. Strange, she mused. Wild animals meandered within a few yards of her and she wasn’t scared out of her wits. Instead, curiosity urged her from the shelter of the trees surrounding the meadow.

  Her gaze darted from the bears to the ground, searching for a clear path. If she stepped on a twig or tripped, she knew the bears would be alerted to her presence. One foot in front of the other, she worked her way closer, careful to stay downwind, out of their line of sight and soundless. She didn’t want to startle them. They were the most beautiful wild creatures she’d ever seen. Why was she here alone with them?

  And where was here? Deveney glanced around but didn’t recognize her surroundings. Wooded areas weren’t a common place for her. No houses, no people, just a gathering of golden bears.

  A huge golden bear lifted its head from its meal and stared in her direction. Deveney ducked, hoping the tall grass shielded her enough. It didn’t. The massive animal’s movements were the personification of lumbering grace. The breath stilled in her chest as she froze in place, watching it wind its way toward her.

  Her eyes widened when it stopped two feet in front of her and sat. The wild creature towered above her and outweighed her by at least a few hundred pounds. Thump, thump, thump went her heart. Her breathing increased, but she didn’t move, nor dare blink.

  What did it want? Why didn’t it attack?

  Inch by inch it nuzzled its face through the tall grass toward her. Bright-blue eyes met her gaze when it leveled its snout with her chin. Intent on not showing fear, she held its stare and hoped the action wouldn’t get her killed. Moist heat coated her cheeks when it exhaled. Somehow, she managed not to blink. The more she stared into those eyes, the more she sensed she knew this wild creature.

  But how?

  A crash startled her and Deveney bolted upright, tangled in the bed blankets. Air rushed her lungs on a heavy inhale. Tears stung her eyes as she forced her eyelids to open. It was a dream, she realized as she blinked repeatedly to focus. Every muscle ached, especially her lower abs and the insides of her thighs. What had she done? Where was she?

  When the lingering fog of sleep lifted, her thoughts slowly unscrambled.

  Mirror.

  Maven.

  Tor.

  Oh god. Tor. Glancing around, she breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of Tor’s room. At least everything hadn’t been a dream. A quick glance up at the golden bears in the canopy reminded her of the creatures from her dream. Deveney tugged the thick golden blanket tight to her chest.

  An unstoppable smile crossed her lips. There wasn’t a muscle in her body that didn’t ache. Even her skin tingled with an unfamiliar sensitivity. Was this how everyone felt after their first experience with sex? The phantom sensation of Tor suckling her neck had her tracing his trail with her fingertips. Both nipples hardened and a hunger for more ignited in her tender pussy. God, how could she want more after the hours of wild, hot sex they’d shared? Shouldn’t she be worn out for days? Deveney bit her lower lip as she contemplated the ravaging hunger growing in her gut for another bout with Tor.

  Where was Tor?

  “Ah Deveney, you are awake.”

  Deveney snapped her attention toward the foot of the bed and saw an older woman stood there. Behind her a young man gathered the tray of empty plates and glasses from the floor beside the desk. That had to be what she heard crash.

  The memory of how Tor hand-fed her samples of everything on that tray in between their sessions of hot, wild sex had her tightening her thighs against the onslaught of tremors skittering up and down her legs. His undying sexual stamina amazed her, not to mention her own unusual ravishing appetite.

  Deveney shuddered as she tried to rein in her overactive libido. For the first time in her life, she’d actually experienced sex and even better than that, she’d accomplished that phenomenal feat with Tor. She swallowed hard and forced her focus on the elderly woman who stood staring at her as if she knew Deveney’s thoughts. Heat crept up her neck and reddened in her cheeks. In this world, could they read her mind?

  “W-who,” she stammered, cleared her throat, then tried again. “Who are you and how do you know my name?”

  “I am Nona, keeper of Bjorn Palace. Tor told me of your presence and I am at your service,” she said with a polite nod of her head.

  Deveney couldn’t keep from staring as the woman moved closer. Her golden hair laced with streaks of silver coiled in a neat braid around her head. She wore a simple light-gold dress that looked to be made of silk. It was knee length, gathered at the waist by a black sash, and reminded her of a Roman woman’s v-neck, sleeveless-styled garb.

  She paused, realizing Tor’s apparel had reminded her of ancient Roman attire as well. Did all the men and women dress this way? It looked comfortable. Deveney lifted her gaze to the woman’s.

  Large gray eyes filled with wisdom met her stare and she swore they read into her soul. She stood smaller than Deveney in height, leaner in weight, and had a strong comforting grip when she touched Deveney’s hand.

  “Come,” Nona said in a soft, yet commanding tone. She clasped the blanket as if she meant to take it from her. “It is time for the cleansing.”

  “The what?” Deveney held on to the blanket with a death grip. It was the only thing between her and total nakedness. Not that she was shy considering what she’d done with Tor earlier, but she didn’t know this woman. When she thought of it, she realized she didn’t know Tor either.

  Her stomach churned. She’d had the best, not to mention the only, sex of her life with a stranger. This was bad. Wide-eyed, she glanced around the room. The young boy, along with the empty tray of plates and glasses, had left. No matter which direction she looked, no Tor. He wasn’t there. Oh god, what had she done? Panic knotted her chest, making it difficult to take a full breath.

  “It’s all right, Deveney.”

  At the sound of the older woman’s soothing tone, she returned her gaze to Nona. “I am your companion to guide you in this world.” Nona smiled, glanced around as if making sure no one else had entered the room, then leaned in close, lowering her voice so that only Deveney could hear. “Maven asked me to watch ove
r you.”

  “Y-you know Maven?” Deveney stuttered on a hushed breath.

  “Maven and I are sisters.”

  A sigh of relief escaped. Her death grip on the blanket lessened. A common element she could grasp stood within her reach. Maven had a sister. Were they alike? Did she possess a magical gift similar to Maven’s?

  “Are you a magi?”

  “No,” Nona explained with a smile. “All Morphionians are born with magical powers, but only one every few centuries or so are born to become a magi.” The older woman’s shoulders lifted and her chin tilted with pride. “My sister, Maven, born of the Bjorn clan has proven to be our most powerful magi of recorded history. She sent you to us and it is my honor to comply with her wishes and teach you the ways of our people.”

  “Have you been in contact with her? Did she tell you what I’m supposed to do here so I can go home?”

  “Yes to both questions.”

  Before Deveney asked anything else, Nona flipped the blanket from her hands and tossed it to the foot of the bed, out of Deveney’s reach. Naked and cold, she did her best to cover herself with her hands, then grabbed a pillow and hugged it tight, afraid Nona would take that too.

  “Ah, I see it was a ripe mating.”

  Deveney followed Nona’s gaze and gasped at the blood smeared on the sheets and blanket. She swallowed hard, clawing at the pillow for support. The sight of a thin layer of dried blood on the insides of her thighs made her stomach tumble. She couldn’t help but stare at the dark-red stain. Heat filtered into her cheeks. She couldn’t look at Nona, not with the evidence that she’d had sex with Tor so blatantly obvious stained on the sheets.

  Nona brushed the hair back from Deveney’s face, cupped her chin, then gently tugged her head upward. A soothing comfort seemed to penetrate her soul through Nona’s motherly gaze.

  “Deveney, I have helped three of my four daughters through the mating ritual. Do not be ashamed of what happened between you and Tor. Take pride in it and enjoy the sensations shared between mates. The Morphionian mating ritual is passionate and can be a bit rough, especially for a virgin. You are not Morphionian. That is why there is so much blood. Your body conformed to accommodate Tor and thus may have torn. Come.” She urged Deveney to the edge of the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up before Tor returns.”