The Giveaway Winner & A Tasty Little Preview

ROFL She cracks me up!

Let's get down to business. The winner of the giveaway (and yes, I totally drew names from a hat) is....

****XIU XIU****

Congratulations!! I will be emailing you shortly with your prize and thanks to everyone for participating. It was a really great turnout and I got to chat with a few new faces. Keep up the comments my people. :P

Now for your tasty preview treat:

Knox and Isaac: The Beginning: Chapter 2 Preview

“Hello, is there something I can help you with?” A man approached from the back of the store. He was small like Isaac, but a little bit taller. Dark slacks, a crisp white shirt, and a silk vest made him look like a sexy maître de. A guy working in a lingerie boutique, Isaac blushed.

“Just looking around, thank you though.” Isaac looked at the ground.

“For you?” The man took a step forward. “Or for your…”

“Friend, she’s my friend.”

“His good friend.” Celeste looked between Isaac and the clerk with interest. “I was just doing a bit of browsing for myself, but you never know.” She settled on Isaac who felt the weight of her stare.

“I see.” The man smiled. “May I also point out our men’s line?”

Celeste dug her fingers into Isaac’s arm. “Yes, he would love to take a look.”

“Excellent. I think I know just the thing.” The man raked his eyes over Isaac’s body. It was the first time an actual man, and not some teenager, had looked at him with hunger. He kind of liked it. Actually, he really liked it.

While Celeste fawned over something in the corner, chatting to her boyfriend on the phone, Isaac stood in front of a three way mirror with the sales clerk behind him.

“I don’t mean this in an offensive way, but for a man, you have a rather delicate figure. Do you dance at all?”

Isaac blushed again. “How did you know that?”

“We have a lot of male clients—dancers, models, and some who are just looking for pretty things. I knew you had the body of a dancer the moment you walked in.” He smiled, handing Isaac a scrap of material. “These are made to breathe, seamless, flawless—the perfect ratio of blended silk. I think you would find them to your liking.”

“These are underwear?” Isaac held them up, biting his lip. He turned them over, finding the string that went up the back. “I don’t know about these.”

“Try them on and see. How do you really know if you never try?” The man stared at him in the mirror. Something fiery brewed in his eyes.

“I guess I could.”

“Perfect.” The man went to start a room.

In the fitting room, Isaac turned from side to side before the mirror with wonder. He couldn’t even feel them. The black silk like part of his skin—staying in place over his hips, keeping his package right where it should be, and the string that ran right over his backside rubbed softly. He was in love. Another basket was slid under the curtain that separated him from the store and Isaac smiled. The clerk knew from the beginning that Isaac would be sold. How could he not be? He felt so grown-up, alluring—gorgeous.

He raised a brow, picking up a sheer stocking with black lace around the top. “No way,” Isaac whispered. “He can’t be serious.”

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:D XOXO NIGHTTEMPEST

PREVIEW: Dan and Rowe Chapter 8

Hey everyone~

I've been really out of sorts lately and I thank you all for being so patient. I'm sorry that my blogging schedule has been up and down as well. I haven't been writing as much these past few weeks due to the fact that I'm sleeping most of the time, but I figured that you deserved a little teaser for the next chapter. 

Before I get to that, a few things:

Yes, Master. I know everyone wanted an ending and I have almost finished the short version for the blog. When I first started the story I mentioned that I would keep the full ending off for when I formatted it for publishing. Which I know is a loooonnnggg way off, but at least this will give you some sort of closure. :) I'll post that the second week of September. 

My Telija. That will also be starting back up in September or rather I'll be finishing it. Thank you so much for being patient with that one. It's a very complicated story to write and it needs a lot of time on my part. 

Knox and Isaac. We will begin flip flopping this story back and forth with My Telija in September as Chapter 9 will be the last in the Dan and Rowe saga. Both happy and sad about that, because I love those boys so much.

Also I have been posting some of the quickies/Sexy Sunday Snacks to Lit just for fun. If you wanted to view them again, My Lit tab is at the top of the screen.

FANGSPACE...I owe you guys one hell of a post and yes, I will be getting to it this week. Fangspace probably takes more time than writing does and I haven't felt up to it to be honest. Not in particularly comical  mood as of late. Lol. 

Alright, thanks guys. Love you all. 

XOXO NIGHT TEMPEST

DAN AND ROWE CH. 8 PREVIEW

His fingers drummed over the desk. A murderous look on his face as the impatience began to build. Ghost waited for the call from J.J. He had to hear the tip one of the guys had gotten off the streets. Rowe had forbid him from dealing with Grant until after Dan’s turn was done, but J.J. was not under his rule. Fuck this, Ghost thought with a growl. Grant’s number looked back at him on his cell. Just dial, no one will know, he mused. What if they were too late? What if Grant was onto them, knew they knew about him.

He had to know where the kid was. He had to know where his…

“What am I going to do?” He threw his phone across the desk, knowing he wouldn’t go against Rowe’s wishes. The prince had enough of his own problems without Ghost creating a few more.

He whispered a plea of help to the ceiling, knowing he wouldn’t receive a reply. None of his questions were ever answered unless he found them himself. Relying on someone else when he could be out there hunting the streets was killing him. All Ghost needed was a name or a phone number and he could track that kid to Middle Earth if he had to.

Against the wall, his phone buzzed. Ghost’s hand shot out, gripped the phone, and took a deep breath before answering.

“Markos?” One word from his best friend and Ghost knew J.J.’s mood was serious. Shit was steadily flowing down the hill with no drain to let it go. Eventually they were going to be in over their heads.

Ghost closed his eyes. “Tell me.”

“Lotty got something, someone to be more precise.” J.J. was cryptic, deciding on the other end how to word it just right.

“Just tell me already,” Ghost hissed.

“You don’t have to call Grant. We have him here.”

Ghost stood from his chair so fast, the rolling seat hit the wall with a smack across the office. “What?”

“One of Lotty’s guys gave us a building number up the street, said one Uncle Grant and one kid matching the picture lived there. The kid, his nephew, is always around, watching people, talking. Always has a recorder and a camera on him. He’s been watching us, Markos. The entire time, even before all this shit started. That kid knows all about the Cartel. Lotty heard that and went snooping. Found the building, told a neighbor he needed to get an urgent message to Grant and our boys were in the front door. When Grant came home, we were waiting for him. He had no where to run.”

“I’m on my way,” Ghost growled.

“No, Markos. This is on our turf. Stay with your boys. We got this for now.”

“Your turf! What the fuck does that mean, Juan?”

“It means although I love you and you’ll always be a part of us, your loyalties are elsewhere now. They need you there and we got this here. Understand?”

“No, I don’t, and I’ll be damned if you hold onto the only key I have at this point to finding that kid. You won’t keep him from me," the Guardian growled. He heard a slight crunch under his fingers. His grip on the phone was violent.

J.J. sighed. “I’m not keeping him from you. I’m handling this while you take care of your people. That’s what being a leader means. I know you’ve followed me, followed the Cartel’s rule for so long that you don’t know how to stand apart, but things are different now. You are the leader now. You have duties, responsibilities—people beneath you that need you.”

“Why are you doing this?” Ghost found the chair behind him and sank into it.

“Because now is not the time for you to take off and abandon them for this kid. I know how you get—focused and lose interest in everything around you except for your target. I know what he means to you, if the mating thing is true, I get it. Lotty is working on Grant’s phone, the erased data, and I’m going to talk with him…nicely. We’ll find your kid, Markos. You stay put. Let me do this for you.”

Ghost’s grip on the chair was white knuckled. Although he was mad as hell, Juan was right. He didn’t have the luxury of taking off right now. He had no other choice, but to stay. “Do...do you know his name at least?”

“Ghost…” J.J. warned.

Before this ever happened, Ghost would have never thought to lower himself to begging, but now he wasn’t so above it. “Please,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Gabriel. The kid’s name is, Gabriel.” The line went dead and Ghost put his face in his hands. Unfamiliar tears slipped through his fingers. Gabriel…

Chapter 7 Preview: Dan and Rowe

From side to side he checked for guards, before running down the service hall to the back door. A phone call was all he had to make and he was in the clear for the night. He couldn’t believe they hadn’t swiped his memory like Grant had said. He hadn’t needed the text message alarm on his phone, reminding him of what he was doing. He remembered everything. The Guardian’s practiced fingers through his hair, the smell of his golden skin, that rumble of a voice with the most beautiful accent he had ever heard.

When Ghost’s fangs had pierced his neck, he thought his skin would burst with pleasure. He was still hard from the Guardian’s feeding, but he didn’t have time to deal with it now. Grant was waiting for him to call in. His orders were clear. He had to call in or Grant would come looking for him. Gabriel did not want to be the reason Grant and his little band of followers came around with guns blazing.

He was Grant’s dirty little secret that not even Nigel knew about. Grant was Gabriel’s uncle, but they weren’t exactly on close, affectionate terms. His uncle gave him a room to live in, food, a little allowance. But he had to work for every penny of it by doing these dirty intelligence jobs. He was good at what he did—fitting in anywhere he had to. Doing what the others couldn’t because he was young, pretty, and more importantly he hadn’t become a vampire yet.

That’s why he had been walking the street tonight. More like he had walked the block slowly for an hour or so before one of the guards had pulled him inside to feed someone. That was the plan, what Grant had wanted all along. So luckily, before the Cartel vamps could look him in the eye, he’d faked high like the rest of the street kids always were, and they’d let it slide.  They would always wipe him later right? Wrong, he sighed thankfully. He didn’t like the idea of losing parts of himself. He may be a street kid for the most part, but he never did drugs or drank.

It’s why he was smart, alive since the years after Nigel had offed his mother. Not that he really was upset about it. From what he’d gathered, she was just as crazy as the rest of them. Gotten pregnant by some overseas vamp and then moved to the states with Nigel’s former boss.  Who the fuck knew what was happening with that assassin asylum they had going on anymore? He stayed out of it and Grant never pulled him into the spotlight, they had an understanding—which was why he pulled out his phone and slipped out the service door to the back of the kitchen.

Lighting up a cigarette so no one would question him if he was found, Gabriel listened to his cell ring back at him.

The phone answered, but no one said anything. Screams over the line made Gabriel freeze, his heart race and not from the nicotine.  Someone was walking—the quick militant strut could be heard for a few seconds.

“Gabe?” His uncle whispered into the phone.

“Yeah,” he breathed. Somewhere in the background, the screams were non-stop. He wanted to vomit just from the sound, but he put the shaky cig to his lips and inhaled instead.

“Find a way out and run. Whatever you do, just run.” Grant’s voice cracked with emotion.

“Uncle?” Gabe slid down the wall, his chest tight.

“I promised your mother, as fucked as she was, that I would do right by you. I can’t get out of this, Gabe. But you can, and after what I’ve seen in the last twenty four hours, you will run. Do you understand me?”

“What is that noise?” He would not cry. He didn’t think he had it in him, but damn if his lashes weren’t already wet.

“A new boss is in town. You remember the name Thierry. You hear it and you pack your shit up and move. I don’t have a lot of time, but if you go now, there’s some money in the vent of the bathroom. There’s a gun in the case under my bed. Don’t drink anything, don’t smoke or snort nothing. That’s all I got kid. I…”

“Grant! Boss wants you now!” Someone yelled in the background.

“Yeah, I’m coming!” Grant yelled back before pulling the phone back to his mouth. “Forget about me. Forget about all of this and go.”

The line went dead and Gabriel realized the tears that fell down his face. What was he going to do now? He didn’t have any other family or friends. Where would he go? What would happen to him if he turned alone?

Someone pushed open the door a few feet down and Gabriel scattered like an alley cat. He had to get out of here. He had to run. He was scared shitless, but he would survive. That was what he did best, getting by. So quick on his feet, he took a sharp turn and ran into the night.

Ghost stepped out into the alley, inhaling the sweet scent he had smelled on his skin since the last time he fed. He couldn’t seem to get rid of it, no matter how hard he’d scrubbed in the shower. The smell made his cock hard and his hands itch, so like a fool he’d followed the trail.

With a breeze blowing through the alley, all saw he was…nothing. In the air though, the sweet smell lingered. A gentle goodbye from someone he had never really known...

A Treat That Leaves You Hungry

For all the wonderful emails and comments I've been receiving, I thought I would give you guys a special little un-edited treat.  I know we still have a while to go on Dan and Rowe yet but...*smile*...I couldn't help myself.  So without anymore babble, I give you this....

XOXOXO NIGHTTEMPEST

(Both pics are of the same model. Egor Suravov. He is my Isaac...swoon.)

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After applying a slow swirl of tinted balm around his lips, Isaac leaned forward and set the tube down—rubbing his lips together and letting go with a pop.  Pushing his long brown hair out of his face, he picked up the stick of eyeliner and expertly outlined his eyes.  Nanette lounged on the side of the dressing table and finished painting her nails with a deep blue.  She flicked her dark eyes to Isaac and sighed dramatically. 

“Do your guardents know you’re going out with us?” The last thing Nanette needed was Cade and Micah all up her ass for ruining their already sinful child.  “Izzy why don’t you just tell them?  I mean you are an adult and they have to realize it some time. Or is it actually you that doesn’t want to them to realize it?” Nanette leaned forward and tapped Isaac’s nose.  “You’ll never find what you’re looking for all alone in the dark,” she ended with a chilling whisper.

Eyeing King and Chloe’s daughter with narrowed eyes, Isaac stood and walked to stand between her legs.  “I like the dark and so do you.” He leaned in and put his hands to either side of her head—splaying his black lacquered fingers.  “That’s why we get along so well Nan.  So don’t be a bitch. Fuck them, tonight I’m not the weakling son of the Original and his mate.  Tonight, I’m Izzy and I just wanna dance.”

Nan grabbed the black leather thong that was peeking out of Isaac’s Ziploc tight pants and pulled until he gasped.  “Is that all you wanna do?  Then what’s this pretty boy?”

“Now you’re being a bitch again,” Isaac said and slapped her hand away.  “What if that isn’t all I plan on doing?  You gonna run and tell the guardents that their good for nothing son plans on getting some tonight?”

“Whoa what? Izzy I was just joking…” Nanette pushed Isaac back and grabbed his face between her hands.  “Look at me.  I’m being serious Isaac, don’t just go to some club and give that away.”

Averting his eyes from Nan’s, Isaac pulled out of her grasp and went to his closet.  “I’m done waiting around for something that isn’t going to happen Nan.  I’m twenty three and I’m the only virgin in this fucking hell hole.”

Shaking her shoulder length hair in frustration, Nanette stormed over to the closet and grabbed his arm.  “This isn’t some teenage romantic comedy Isaac! This is your life and just because everyone around you does it, doesn’t mean that it was all flowers and sunshine.   You only get the once Isaac and everything after that is just…after that.”

“What’s with you?  You sleep with everyone and you preaching to me about staying sacred?” Isaac pulled a black ribbed tank over his slim figure and marched past her.

“Did you just call me a slut?” Nanette went still trying to decide what hurt worse.  The fact that he called her a slut or the fact that she knew he meant it.

Isaac looked at his sharp blue eyes in the mirror and saw his own regret.  Turning to his best girlfriend to apologize, Isaac discovered his room otherwise empty and his door ajar.  Fuck, he stomped his foot in growing anger and stepped into his haphazardly tied, white Docs. “Nan!” He shouted before he stepped out of his room and walked around the bend of the hall.  He could still smell her dark perfume lingering in her wake as he stomped down the hall with the jingle of his many bangle bracelets.  “Oh come on Nan! I didn’t mean it.”

“If you’re gonna try that excuse with me, you better think harder you lazy little brat.  Where the hell have you been?” Isaac stiffened before turning around slowly.  Knox stood there with his arms crossed over his massive chest and a look that could probably send you straight to hell with just a blink.  Fuck no, Isaac groaned in his head.  He’d skipped sparring because he just couldn’t take Knox for one more damn day.  The giant asshole was grinding on his last nerve and he’d decided to take the night off and go out for once.  “Uh, hello? Talking to you here.  Look at me damn it!” Knox growled.

“No,” Isaac hissed and kept his eyes down.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“I said no,” Isaac voiced louder and looked up with narrowed eyes. 

“Oh, you picked the wrong night to go around with me you little shit.  I’m already torqued that you wasted my time and Blaze is late.  Now this,” Knox sneered and took a step forward.

“What’s wrong Knox?” Isaac suddenly grew a pair because the name Blaze stroked an unholy rage inside of him.  “Your little boyfriend late for your leather bound party?”

Knox stared at Isaac and felt his eyelids drying from how wide his eyes were.  The rail thin beauty’s eyes locked on Knox with a hellish hold and a sinister smile quirked at his lips.  “You better watch that mouth Isaac Hightower before I…”

“There you are.  I said I’d be downstairs, not late,” Blaze called as he walked into a stand-off.  Isaac took one look at the red haired slut and fisted his hands behind his back to keep from screaming.  Blaze shot a questioning look at Knox and then smiled at Isaac.  “Ready?”

“No, give us a minute. Isaac and I need to have a chat.” Knox shook off the hand that slipped over his shoulder.  “Please.”

Blaze yawned for purely dramatic purposes and flicked his hand in boredom at Isaac. “I’ll be downstairs…again.”

“Better go with him before he gets tag teamed by the night watch.  Wouldn’t want your little slut to get dirty.” Isaac smiled.

“Isaac what the fuck?” Knox lost his anger and started to concentrate on the serious change in Isaac Hightower. He looked the same—waft like figure, healthy glow and now? That meek, lovely boy that failed to fight like a man had grown some titanium encased balls and was spouting shit like he knew a thing or two.  “You feel okay…are you hot or…”

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” Isaac screamed and shook from head to toe. 

“Izzy?” Nan hadn’t run far and even if Isaac had called her a slut, when she heard him screaming, she couldn’t help but come running.  They were there for each other…slut or not.

“Get me out of here, now!” Isaac cringed and Nan grabbed his shaking shoulders--shooting Knox a look at pure hatred before heading down the hall. 

Knox flexed the ache from his trembling hands and cursed a few times to the empty hall before turning the other way and going to find Blaze.  Fuck Isaac Hightower, Knox thought.  But isn’t that exactly what he wanted….

PREVIEW ALERT!! DAN AND ROWE CH. 4 TEASER AND A FEW BITES FROM NIGHT

Few things that we need to go over before we get to the goods:

1. I'm going to be working more here in the real world, so I may not have the same swifty posting schedule as I usually do.  But I will work as hard as I can between work and having a life as humanly possible to get you a few more pages of fairy or vamp page crack every week. 

2. You all need to get the I Heart Radio App for your phones/tablets.  I think it's psychic to my musical needs as a writer.  Especially this week when I was stumped. Writer's: It's a must have.

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4. For some reason this week A Warlock's Tale (A Quickie from earlier this week) did not post to the blog feed for my follower's and I recieved a few message's about it.  So thanks to those users who alerted me and if you click on the title above it will take you right there.  Thanks and sorry about that. :D

5. I have been a terrible fan lover lately and haven't been commenting back to guys.  I wanted to say that it isn't because I don't care!  It's that I'm so busy and there are a lot of them coming in.  Which is awesome.  So I'm going to try and do one long comment at the end of the day after posting and address you all at once.  If you have something specific to ask me, you're answer will be included with your comment name.  :)  Hope that's cool with everyone. 

6. Last thing up for discussion.  This is just a taste compared to my usual preview (Gripe gripe hiss...yes yes I know) but that's because this chapter is once again a complete action package and I can't give everyone's mini adventure away all at once.  So again I'll apologize to the little pouty faces you're all making. *evil grin* The full chapter should post sometime around next Sunday or Monday.  Until then, I'll be posting a few teaser lines to my twitter @Night_Tempest and a QUICKIE or two on the blog.  Also I'm trying to get these damn QUICKIES posted to Lit but their bots are being little demons so I'll keep you posted on that. 

Thanks guys and I hope you don't all attempt to stab me with eye daggers through the computer after this little morsel.  Ciao!  XOXOXO NIGHT TEMPEST



Dan and Rowe Ch. 4 PREVIEW

Blood arced in a perfect crescent as the assassin’s head was sliced right off his shoulders.  Ghost turned his evil grin to the trio approaching his corner of the roof---the wailing storm and the ferocious waters of the docks as his backdrop for mayhem.  Bringing his staff full circle, the Guardian pointed a gleaming blade at his new opponents in invitation. This batch seemed a little more confident, the leader of their little group taller, broader---a nasty past in his light eyes. He wasn’t like the others.  This man was a trained killer.

Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to paint their bodies red up close with his staff, Ghost clicked the button on the middle of the stick, the weapon dividing into two and giving him a little more flexibility with both arms.  Smoke billowed over the rooftops and around their feet, occasionally hiding their forms as large clouds rode through the air; the rain not being able to diffuse the fire quick enough to see everything clearly.  Focusing his hazel eyes, the Latin vampire shook his hair out and took a few steps forward towards the group but they chose the next burst of smoke floating by to disperse in different directions. 

Ghost could feel them circling him, closing in--- sure they could take him out.  Forward, it was like a feeling more than a word and the Guardian’s arm shot out blindly with his blade.  The sharp tip stabbed into something solid.  Yanking the blade out, the smoke in front of him cleared a little and the smallest one of the group was hissing and holding his bleeding shoulder on the ground.

Turn around, East, his body moved in a circle sweeping his blades out like they were part of his body. “Ah!” The voice was lighter than the first vamps as his left handed knife took the second vamp right in the gut, followed by Ghost’s boot connecting with the fucker’s knee---the crunch of the cap completely audible.  Even as a vampire and a long term killer, Ghost flinched when the young vamp’s face leaned forward out of the smoke with his mouth open and blood coating his tongue and chin.  The body was somewhere on the other side of the fire’s aftermath, covered in a blackish grey.  A wet choke and a groan later and the face fell back into the smoke.  Ghost heard the body fall and tip off the roof, landing with a smack below.

Turn!  Turn now… He sucked in a deep breath as a blade went through the back of his thigh.  He wasn’t fast enough but now Ghost was pissed and that more than made up for it.  With a growl, he extended his arm up and brought his elbow straight into the warm chest at his back.  The other vamp was knocked back.  Sensing a few feet between them now, Ghost hissed and pulled the blade poking out of the front of his leathers from the back of his leg. 

“Gah!” His mouth let go of the pain verbally and Ghost felt the blood began to leak from his wound.  He wouldn’t have much time on his strength---it was a bad bleed and maybe he’d knicked the artery.  Hell, he was sure of it.  He’d need blood soon but first he’d have to take care of this douche.  Turning, he tried to take a step forward and his bad leg wobbled under his weight. 

“Something wrong Guardian?” The big vamp had the nerve to taunt him.  Ghost searched and inhaled, trying to seek out the figure that had struck him.  Finally those eyes came into view and narrowed at Ghost with a smile.  The assassin’s almost watercolor irises reminded him of the ones that had put a bullet in his mother’s head---the same shark grin and the same surety.  Rage filled the Guardian and his vision went red, his blood pumping too quickly for his wound, and his hand dropped the blade in favor of the gun at his thigh but his arm was going numb.  What, he thought.  He should have healed a little by now. 

“Well I’ll be a son a bitch.  Shit does work,” the vamp commented and strode over to Ghost with a gun in his hand.  Ghost dropped to one knee as the feeling in his side left him and he couldn’t support the weight any longer.  What the fuck was this, he thought frantically and reached for his other gun with his good side just as the same numb feeling began to spread.

Crouching down, the blonde assassin snorted.  “Almost too easy.” He pulled another blade out of his jacket and turned it in study.  “Seems to be working though, you’re still bleeding and the look on your face says your fucked.”  It was the last thing Mr. Blue Eyes said before a bullet went straight into his left ear and his eyes went blank.  Ghost shuddered as the body hit the ground but not from the violence of it.  Instead he felt his own body becoming paralyzed, something on that blade in front of him was important.

Besides Knox, J.J. was the closest thing to a brother that Ghost had but with J.J. it felt like more than that.  The Guardian gave a tortured sigh as his friend lowered the smoking gun and ran to his side. 

“This isn’t possible. Ah man, how?” J.J. knelt in front of Ghost and looked at the blood coating his friend’s leg.  Ghost was starting to breathe irregularly---too relaxed and deep.  His eyes were growing heavy.

“Grab that…knife.  It’s on the knife.  Call Cade…” Ghost slurred.  “Weapons…poison…”  The Latin heard a familiar voice begging for his life from below and saw his friend’s chocolate eyes narrow with understanding before his world went black.

PREVIEW My Telija Ch. 05

Alright you little Fae crackheads, here is the next bit from My Telija Ch. 05.  Just a quick note: Read this while listening to the song.  Hot. Hot. Hot. (At least I was totally feeling it LOL)  Here's the link below.  Click play and start reading for a little heat. ;)

Sia-Numb (Paradise Soul Remix)

*****Vendish*****

Grazing a cool cloth across Jordan’s brow, I wiped up the sweat that had been accumulating there every ten minutes or so.  Seeing no other traces of the salty residue left, I put the cloth in the bowl on the bedside table and layed out next to him. My back cracked and my feet ached in relief as I stretched the line of my body straight and then molded my form to his side tenderly. Since the staff had made it’s self a part of the half-human earlier, Jordan’s skin had glowed with an almost golden sheen and I traced the subtle light along his arm with my fingertips.

He was so beautiful and even more so to me when I knew he was going to be just fine.  At least this part of the day had been the most normal as far as our culture was concerned.  When a staff was passed down to the new king or prince or even master of shadows, the staff always found its way to its owner eventually.  It had started with his unusual ability manifesting, then his shadow master markings had appeared, and then his staff had come.

There were still so many questions and answers hanging in the balance as to why Jordan would be of such standing but they could all wait.  My love was in need of me and the peace I could provide his body.  He had no need for a mess of careless thinking and circular non sense.  When Jordan awoke, we would take him to the elder species and assess him properly.  Until then he would sleep in my arms to heal his mind of the overwhelming days that had passed us by.

“He has yet to wake, I see…” Hazia leaned in the door frame, blocking the cool breeze that had felt wonderful on my legs.

One of my fists tightened away from Jordan’s sleeping body and I sat up using my stomach muscles.  “What right do you have to come in here?” I grit out barely above a whisper. 

Pushing off the entryway, Hazia planted both feet and his body in front of the breeze.  His golden hair fluttered around his shoulders dangerously.  Putting a little heat behind his eyes, Hazia’s irises glowed with his inner calling, setting off old flames that were anything but mutual. 

“I’d thought it obvious.” The Fire Fae didn’t miss a beat.

“Well it isn’t.  After your performance earlier I’d thought you would have understood the boundaries set in place.  Obviously you need to be told in a more informal fashion and far be it from me to deny you that,” my voice raised an octave or two and I shut my mouth with the realization.

“Always one step ahead of yourself aren’t you Unijah?  Always planning and all-knowing but really you are just as blind to this world as any of the rest of us.  You say he is your mate in all things but he does not reach for you as I do.  Even inches from your side and not in this realm of reality, he should seek you out with his hands,” Hazia hissed and I felt an unnatural heat creep onto my skin like a rash of fiery goose flesh.  Before I could rub the all too alluring feeling away, the bed dipped slightly and Hazia’s bare chested body was on its knees before me.

“Get.  Away,” I breathed in fury.  He was messing with me and in the worst way imaginable.  This was punishment to himself and me for what had happened long ago between us.  A punishment to his self for never letting me go and to me for the way my body still reacted to his.  Trust me when I express that my mind and heart we not in these attentions.  But my manhood could not deny the wonder of flesh before me.  It had been so long and his skin was so familiar.

“No.” My voice was rough and my eyes stung from the swell of his heat wrapped around me.  “Stop Hazia.  Stop this now.  It is not right,” I gasped as sweat broke out on my chest and arms. But instead of the heat being unbearable, it seemed rather to seep into my skin like the most erotic touch of another and bring the flesh between my thighs to life. 

“Tell me no now Unijah.  Say you don’t remember what it was like inside of me.  I know you remember the way your flesh stretched me wide,” Hazia whispered and pushed down on my chest with his palms, my body betraying me onto my back.  All the while Jordan laid unawares to the first stages of adultery next to his prone body.  He had yet to lay his claim unto me in his sleep, for not even a finger twitched.  My heart was rapidly sinking into my stomach for in this, Hazia was right.  But Jordan was my Ghea.  He was… He had to be.

Straddling my hips, the Fire Fae lowered his warm junction to my cock and pressed down, binding our linen pants together.  Heat seeped between us and my breath caught in my throat at the pleasure forming there.

“Please stop,” I begged softly.  He was entrapping me now.  His powers had grown since last we had come together.  Hazia’s persuasive heat was making me careless to my surroundings and bold to his body.

“Touch me my prince,” a husky command came and I heard his fangs descend with a sharp slice to his gums. “Rip these linens from me and show me your true power,” he purred and then...it happened. 

Thin fingers smoothed over my chest and Hazia sat back with a look of sickness.  Golden hair slid over my shoulder and Jordan nuzzled his face into my neck while his arm snaked around my torso.  A slight frown crossed my mate’s face as his knee connected with something other than my leg and Hazia climbed off me wordlessly. 

His arousal’s deflation was instantaneous.  Hazia's hormone induced haze of lust peeled off me like a wrapping of some kind and the cool night air bloomed over my sweaty skin.  Jordan half climbed on top of me, bringing his silky knee in between my legs and brushing along my twitching member.  Stretching his toes against my leg momentarily, Jordan stilled once more and Hazia looked stricken.

Pity rose in my heart for the man who used to be one of the closest friends I had in the entire universe.  It had been a mistake to touch him intimately back then and now it seemed almost like relational suicide to even think of it but then again what relations did we have now?  He turned from me and tied his long coppery hair into place with a strap from his wrist.

“Sleep well your highness,” he clipped but it wasn’t in a sarcastic or angry manner.  His body suggested it was a clip your words so as not to cry response.

“Hazia, please,” I reached for him a little.  We didn’t have to be enemies because I was not his.

“No.  I have watched and felt you ignore me all these years because there was something about me that made you turn me out.  Never once did you have a good enough reason or a possible explanation.  You just stopped, like the Great Mother flipped your switch of me.  Do you know what it feels like to fall in love and know with all your heart that he loves you too, or so you thought...  Then one day, out of the blue, you are dumped to the side as if you never were.  But the worst part of it all?  Knowing you never knew why.” His face was like marble in it's stillness but a lone tear trailed down his cheek in the moonlight.

“I will always wonder why I was so terrible and why I would never be the one.  And I wonder to this day why I still cling to the hope that you were wrong.  But this very moment has finally allowed my heart to break and know you no longer.  I cannot afford to care for you a second more, for this alone feels like true death or a loss of limb.”

I had no idea what to say to him.  His feelings were thick in the air as if I could reach out and touch his devastation.  Truthfully I believed he had been the one to move on first with all the men he had taken after we had parted ways.  I never would have thought it was merely to cover up his love for me.  How these many long years must have tortured his soul and wickedly twisted the potential line to his Ghea.  Did he have one among us and not know it because of his infatuation with me? 

“I knew you were not mine to take Hazia,” I found myself saying.  “I loved you as a man loves another man yes.  But we did not exchange hearts or souls.  I knew the Ghea to be a mind-altering bliss between two people and that was something we never carried.  Neither of us did Hazia.  Please, tell me you know this to be true.  Even after all this time, you will think back now and just know.  Do not blame me for feeling it first. For you would only wish me dead if I had doted on you all this time, only to find my true heart after many years at your side.  Has that not an ounce truth to it?” I asked quietly and Jordan shifted a little into my side.

“I wish.  I wish it did not.  For then I could hate you as I have for all these years.  Now…  I have nothing left to offer a mate.  Because I wasted  all my emotion on you.  In secret, in hiding, buried in my heart; it is all ash after you.  May your life be what you dreamt it to be your highness.  I bid you goodnight.” Hazia bowed, tears flowing down his face now.  He ran out of our room in the palace with his bare feet slapping the stone underneath him.

“Forgive me…” I whispered to the darkened room and gathered Jordan in my arms.  His body fit to mine like a glove and it was then that I knew without a doubt that the feeling I had never had with Hazia was because Jordan was that feeling.  He would forever be my everything and that very thought brought my lips to his warm neck and my tongue to lap at his sweaty skin.  The moon washed our room in the palace--- a cut and paste  of blue and onyx. Black shadow or cerulean, things were light or they appeared not to be there at all---wrapped in darkness.  I could see the left side of my Telija's face but only touch to know the right.

It game of mystery and discovery as I laid him out underneath me and pulled the silky sheet off his naked body.  Curling a bit at the ends, his long hair splayed around the pillow and he shivered in his dreams while the breeze coursed over his long leans legs and over his chest.  This creature with the sultry black and ocean blue markings across his upper body writhed under me, his mouth open slightly with want. Another gust of honey soaked air blew through the open windows and mixed with my Telija’s intoxicating scent.  Straddling his lean body, I made no move to hide the thickening cock between my legs and rubbed against him with need. 

It had been so long and I was so hot from my bout with Hazia and Jordan was mine… Wasn’t he?  “Great Mother,” I breathed and ran my hands down my chest and closed my eyes.  Everything became sharper and I felt my body go into a form of heat.  My loins needed Jordan with a vengeance and I was fighting the urge every step of the way but he was too beautiful, too succulent to deny myself of his body.

“Telija,” the word came out a growl from between my lips and he gasped but his eyes remained closed.

Like a ravenous animal I fell upon him…..

****Muhahahahaha.  Got you all hot didn't I? Ha. Okay Okay *holds up hands in defense* I'm sorry.  But good things come to those who wait and damn is this shaping up to be a REALLY good thing.  ;)  Who knows...maybe by this weekend the full chapter will be up.  We'll see.....

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