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A family forged in battle. Amora Medina-Jackyl knew one thing well—vengeance. She’d inflicted pain without mercy to those who deserved the punishment. She’d lived by one motto her entire existence-- family was to be protected above all else. An ancient cult murdered her parents and siblings when she was little more than a child. The Order of Angelus hadn’t understood the Hell they’d brought down on themselves that one brutal night. Amora was many things in her four centuries. A daughter and a sister, a mother, yet she was best known as a killer. When she finally meets her end, Amora will have hundreds, maybe thousands of lives to answer for. Her only wish is to find one moment of peace. She denies her need as much as she fights to protect it. When the one woman who can bring her serenity comes into her life: can Amora destroy century old walls to let her in? Lies and conspiracies tear at the fabric of sanity—of what’s right. Can truths come to light that change the reality of a family who’s known only the taste of revenge and loss?
Excerpt #4: (Adult)
“You know the first time I caught your scent, the fear with the spice of arousal,” Her fingers circled Lark’s ankles and stroked upward, teasing the hollows behind her knees and along her outer thighs. Fingertips met the edge of cotton. “Lark, what was the rule?”
“But—I—Amora, I couldn’t just.” Lark sighed and turned away. “I can’t walk around without panties under my skirts.”
“I’ll keep cutting them off until you have none left.”
“Amora, but—” Lark heavily sighed as Amora stopped the words by hooking her fingers in the side of the offending cloth and ripped them.
“Lark, I made myself clear, I think your offense warrants punishment.” Lark’s eyes went wide at her statement and her mate shook her head.
“Pun-punishment? Amora, that is highly unnecessary and improper, I’m not a child.” Amora ran her hands over Lark’s womanly curves and groaned as she looked into Lark’s eyes. She watched Lark’s lids grow heavy. The scent of her woman’s arousal thickened the air and she jerked the fabric from Lark’s body to drop it to the floor.
“No, baby, there is nothing child-like about you, but that doesn’t excuse you disobeying. Now, you’re going to hop off the bar and come with me.” Her tone dared Lark to argue further.
Lark’s heart kicked into overdrive, need and a slight hint of fear filled Amora’s nose. Her fangs dropped and her nostrils flared as she helped her mate slip from the bar. Holding tight to Lark’s trembling fingers, she released her to take a seat on a chair in front of the stage.
“Lift your skirt and lay across my lap.”
“Amora!” She smiled as she inhaled the spice of Lark’s excitement. “You can’t mean to spank me.”
“That’s exactly what I mean to do, do as you’re told.” Patience was a hard-earned skill and she used it to await her mate’s submission. Lark wouldn’t tell her no, it was there in the increased heat of her mate’s body and the dilation of pupils that drove out the pretty blue of Lark’s eyes.
“This is most embarrassing.”
“Quit protesting, I know your pussy is already wet for me.” She lowered her voice. “Do I have to tell you again?” The petulant pout of Lark’s sexy lips pulled Amora’s nipples taut and the scent of her arousal mixed with that of her mate’s scent.
She watched as Lark slowly shifted the pretty pale peach skirt with a predatory stare. It moved upward exposing smooth, lightly tanned calves, cute slightly dimpled knees and she bit her lips at the sight of round, soft thighs. She patted her lap as Lark breathed with quick puffs and the fabric finally bared the generous flare of hips.
“Beautiful.” The gravelly tone was thick with desire as the soft curve of Lark’s stomach came to rest on her lap. The underside of Lark’s plump breasts nudged along her left thigh. “Such a good girl. You’re perfect.” Amora fully exposed the curves of Lark’s ass as she pushed the fabric to her waist.
Her palm moved with tender caresses, smiling as Lark jumped when she neared the pretty, swollen lips of Lark’s pussy. Lifting her hand, hesitating as her mate held her breath and then the palm of her hand connected. Lark squeaked, yet she only had eyes for the sexy bounce of ample curves, she repeated the smack to one cheek and then the other, repeatedly. Amora soothed the reddening, pale skin, as Lark’s cries became moans. The strong scent of her mate’s arousal was thick.
“Did we learn our lesson?” The question slipped from her lips at the same time she cupped Lark’s soaked pussy. “Or do you need another?” She pushed her thumb into the Lark’s clenching heat. Fucking her in shallow thrusts as whimpers and hips arched showing her how much her mate wanted more.
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Author Bio
By day, she's an introverted cook hiding out in her kitchen in the middle of nowhere Ohio, by night and any free time she may have, she is a writer of mainly LGBTQ Fiction and Erotica. Although. she's equal opportunity when it comes to telling a story, she'll even write a bit of straight erotic romance when the mood strikes.
She has been writing for years in old notebooks. At the age of eight, she wrote the worst poem in the history of poetry, but it sparked her love for writing. She reads too much and loves to get lost in other worlds and her favorite stories have to include laughter and having the reader doing at least one double take. Thirty-something, forever restless she uses her stories to ground herself, and find her place of peace.
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