Riley's Summoning
A sound, a whisper of intent. The keen hearing of a lycan should have warned her far before she discovered the presence of another so close.
This realization was hindered by another: she had no idea where she was. The room was an unfamiliar one, lushly decorated and exhibiting richness in furnishing that bespoke wealth and luxury. Dominating the room stood a large four poster canopied bed, the sheer curtains revealing a silhouette held inside. A silhouette that hosted molten green eyes that clearly glowed within the darkness, pinned upon her nakedness.
Yes, she was naked.
The warm air stirred around her almost obscenely, held comfortable by the heat from the flickering fireplace that she stood before. The feel of the plush rug beneath her feet was a sensually caressing one. Everything felt a little too intense. A little too unreal.
But the lawyer was not one to back down and a narrowing of those gorgeously caramel eyes would reveal her growing irritation with the unknown. An irritation that would bring with it an accompanying wave of internal warmth.
A parting of those beautiful lips as she opened her mouth to speak would surprise her as what emerged from them were not the words she intended, ?I want.?
?I know.? Came the response, a liquid burnished gold of a voice pouring upon the air and wrapping itself about her tingling body like a lover?s caress. The parting of the sheer curtains would reveal that the owner of the voice had shifted to a knelt position.
?Noo...? Riley would manage to utter as she fought for control of herself and her words here within this hazy world of unreality.
?Yess...? Came the moaned response. And with it the sensation of hands: strong masculine hands finding her hips in a soft glide of dominant desire. A desperate look over one shapely shoulder would reveal that Riley was alone, that the phantom hands were not seemingly connected to a corporeal form. They would grip her shapely curves, gliding down to caress the swell of her shapely ass. A gasp would rip from her as her body responded on a warm wet wave of liquid want.
Her soft cry would be echoed by a woman?s moan of arousal from the bed. Even as she thought flight, sought to gather her well-trained body to attack, a knee would nudge her thighs apart from behind. The rough slide of a man?s well-muscled leg guiding her open as the hands on her hips held her tightly, yet gently. Warm breath would whisper across her bare neck, a hot moist mouth finding the delicate spot where it met her shoulder...the graze of teeth.
One of those masculine hands would drag up over the skin of her abdomen and trail teasingly rough across her ribs before gently cupping the full weight of one magnificent breast. A soft touch, a tentative one, and soon a worshiping one as the appreciative grip tightened tenderly.
As her phantom lover found her nipple with his seeking palm, a gentle grinding sending thrilling streaks of lust to weaken her resolve, the barest pressure of the object of his arousal would nudge against the sleekly moist center of her. His other hand tightening on her hip as he held her where he needed her, his own hot breath panting out on an expelling of fiery need.
?It feels sooo good.? The woman?s voice would purr from the bed, even as the sheer curtains parted to emit the lushly curved body of the Sierene. ?Doesn?t it?? The query would be demanding, a binding question that would accept nothing but the honest truth.
Riley could answer dishonestly, she could end this all, here and now with a simple betrayal of her body. It would only take a shake of her head to end this dream. To end this erotic display of summoning. Her mystic lover?s grip would tighten almost bruising her hip, desperate to keep her there for his penetrating thrust that hovered on the brink of completion. She could sense his agitation at the thought that she would disappear, abandon him and his burgeoning need for her.
Her lips would part on a breathless moan of abandon and release the answer held within a whispered plea...
A sound, a whisper of intent. The keen hearing of a lycan should have warned her far before she discovered the presence of another so close.
This realization was hindered by another: she had no idea where she was. The room was an unfamiliar one, lushly decorated and exhibiting richness in furnishing that bespoke wealth and luxury. Dominating the room stood a large four poster canopied bed, the sheer curtains revealing a silhouette held inside. A silhouette that hosted molten green eyes that clearly glowed within the darkness, pinned upon her nakedness.
Yes, she was naked.
The warm air stirred around her almost obscenely, held comfortable by the heat from the flickering fireplace that she stood before. The feel of the plush rug beneath her feet was a sensually caressing one. Everything felt a little too intense. A little too unreal.
But the lawyer was not one to back down and a narrowing of those gorgeously caramel eyes would reveal her growing irritation with the unknown. An irritation that would bring with it an accompanying wave of internal warmth.
A parting of those beautiful lips as she opened her mouth to speak would surprise her as what emerged from them were not the words she intended, ?I want.?
?I know.? Came the response, a liquid burnished gold of a voice pouring upon the air and wrapping itself about her tingling body like a lover?s caress. The parting of the sheer curtains would reveal that the owner of the voice had shifted to a knelt position.
?Noo...? Riley would manage to utter as she fought for control of herself and her words here within this hazy world of unreality.
?Yess...? Came the moaned response. And with it the sensation of hands: strong masculine hands finding her hips in a soft glide of dominant desire. A desperate look over one shapely shoulder would reveal that Riley was alone, that the phantom hands were not seemingly connected to a corporeal form. They would grip her shapely curves, gliding down to caress the swell of her shapely ass. A gasp would rip from her as her body responded on a warm wet wave of liquid want.
Her soft cry would be echoed by a woman?s moan of arousal from the bed. Even as she thought flight, sought to gather her well-trained body to attack, a knee would nudge her thighs apart from behind. The rough slide of a man?s well-muscled leg guiding her open as the hands on her hips held her tightly, yet gently. Warm breath would whisper across her bare neck, a hot moist mouth finding the delicate spot where it met her shoulder...the graze of teeth.
One of those masculine hands would drag up over the skin of her abdomen and trail teasingly rough across her ribs before gently cupping the full weight of one magnificent breast. A soft touch, a tentative one, and soon a worshiping one as the appreciative grip tightened tenderly.
As her phantom lover found her nipple with his seeking palm, a gentle grinding sending thrilling streaks of lust to weaken her resolve, the barest pressure of the object of his arousal would nudge against the sleekly moist center of her. His other hand tightening on her hip as he held her where he needed her, his own hot breath panting out on an expelling of fiery need.
?It feels sooo good.? The woman?s voice would purr from the bed, even as the sheer curtains parted to emit the lushly curved body of the Sierene. ?Doesn?t it?? The query would be demanding, a binding question that would accept nothing but the honest truth.
Riley could answer dishonestly, she could end this all, here and now with a simple betrayal of her body. It would only take a shake of her head to end this dream. To end this erotic display of summoning. Her mystic lover?s grip would tighten almost bruising her hip, desperate to keep her there for his penetrating thrust that hovered on the brink of completion. She could sense his agitation at the thought that she would disappear, abandon him and his burgeoning need for her.
Her lips would part on a breathless moan of abandon and release the answer held within a whispered plea...