Trust
hides the truth and spans eternity when one secret—born of treachery and upheld
by honor—stands between a broken heart and shattered soul.
If you could live forever, what would you
choose to live for? I chose honor...
Awakening
to a new world, Gawain has high hopes that the last 500 years have cooled the
fires of hatred burning in the heart of his wife, Nimue. Cruelly betrayed by
the one person she put all her faith and trust in, Nimue hasn't forgotten the lone
cowardly act of one of King Arthur's greatest knights. Together again and yet
forever apart, can they heal the past when a new enemy rises to threaten the
foundation of all they hold dear?
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Excerpt:
"Nim. I don't want to fight anymore
tonight. I'm tired and annoyed. Hate me all you want, berate me until you're
blue. But you need to feed. You're still not fully recovered from the poison.
Stop being stubborn, woman and take it."
Her light fingers on his arm were soft
as she pushed it away and rolled up her own sleeve.
He faltered. "What are you
doing?"
"I've taken enough of your blood,
Gawain. And you've not once asked for mine. Fairness dictates I rectify
that."
He caught his breath, already salivating
at the image of his lips on her flesh, her taste filling his head, his body.
"Change of heart, Nim? Dare I hope your hatred for me is weakening?"
Her pale, azure eyes met his own, face
impassive. "Don't read anything into it, Gawain. As I said, I owe you. And
despite my personal views on your black soul, your brothers love you. As does
Merlyn. Uther needs to be destroyed, I understand the need for retribution,
trust me. And it's your right. I swore to never reveal your treachery. And I
won't. I can hope you have presence of mind, someday, to come clean and admit
what happened to the others on your own. Once you clear your conscience, I'll
be more than happy to help you along to the afterlife. But right now, they need
you. So do you want it or not?"
"I'll take anything you offer me,
Nim. Even if it's just your blood."
His large hands caressed her arm,
curling around the delicate wrist and bringing it closer. It would be ecstasy
to drink from her, it always was. Her taste always hinted at pomegranates or elderberries.
Delicious, heady. He could smell her blood now, saw it thrumming through the
delicate blue veins under the skin. Her heart pumped fast, her pulse skittish.
Feeling his fangs punch down in anticipation, he hovered over her ulnar artery,
his gaze holding hers as he bit down, breaking through the skin. She gasped,
her eyes holding his. The rich flavor of her blood hitting his tongue was all
it took and he was harder than stone, throbbing for her. He pulled on the vein
slowly, watching her lashes sweep down, obscuring her eyes, her breathing
altered in panting sighs. Another mouthful and memories fell into his mind, of
them making love, laughing. So long ago. Teasing minx, he'd shown her decadent
things that had her blushing but eager. Her mouth on him, warm and wet,
torturing him with her tongue, her grip on his shaft all the while. His hands
buried in her glorious, silky blonde hair as he came in throbbing spurts and
she greedily swallowed it all down. Oh
Gods.
Her blood heated, the flavor coupled now
with her own body's arousal as he drank. Lifting his head, he ran his tongue
over the fang marks, head buzzing with energy, with her. His mouth trailed a
moist, bloodied path up her arm, dipping into her clavicle. His fangs nipped
her throat, he moved closer and before he could stop himself, he sank into her
carotid artery and almost came from the intense rush it brought. He barely
missed her own arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him down on top of
her as she laid back, hooking a long leg around his hip unconsciously.
Was he dreaming? Surely, he must be and
had no wish to wake. He felt her arch up under him, every sleek angle of her
body pressing up into him and lost control. Tearing his mouth from her throat,
he laved the wound shut and sat up, grabbing the hem of her thin top, ripping
it off. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her perfect, small breasts thrust upward
proudly, nipples tight and begging for attention. She moaned, thrashing beneath
him, her own fingers fumbling for the zipper on his pants when a soft knock on
the door had her freezing, eyes snapping wide open to blaze hell his way. She
growled low, blinking and shoved upwards so hard, he flew back and hit the
floor with a solid thump.
"Nimue? Is Gawain with you? I'm
making sure everyone is accounted for. Alex reset security to extend down the
whole hill. I’ll add my wards to reinforce." Merlyn's voice was muffled on
the other side.
"Yes. He's with me. He's just
leaving. Is Bri okay?" She narrowed eyes at him and he glared back,
standing up slowly and looming over her.
"She's sleeping already. I doped
her up. She won't be pleased when she wakes, I'm sure. Alex is with her."
"That's good." She pointed at
the door, dropping her voice to hiss at Gawain. "Get. Out."
He gave a slow, devilish grin, staring
at her wickedly. "I'll have you again, Nim. We both know it."
Christos, she turned him on so much, even in anger.
"You're threatening the wrong
person, Gawain. My blood is the only thing I owe you."
"We'll see, my Lady Disdain. And it
wasn't a threat, love. It's pure promise." He swooped low, capturing her
mouth once more with his for a quick, hard kiss then was gone in a rush of air.
Torie
lives in Southern California with her family and a houseful of pets who rule
the roost.
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