Kin, Kat and a “Twinkie.” A “Twinkie” you say? Have to pick up the book to find out more?
The taste of hotness starts with Chapter 1 of the book:
Chapter One
Alkinai
placed his hands on the sides of her face and moved forward. He kept
moving until their bodies were flush together. She felt his chest
against her own and reveled in the feeling of it. He lifted her face so
his turquoise almost grey eyes could hold her hostage. There was no
white in them, only the turquoise blue. It was a sign of his power and
one that she would normally have feared. At least it would have been
so, if she hadn’t known he was hers and she was his. His in every way
but the one way she most desired. He wouldn’t share his mind with her
and therefore his heart would always be off limits. Katana knew her
place even though her sisters had previously warned her this, being with
him, was not something she should do. They continued to warn her about
not linking herself completely to an Y’Satnaf male.
Y’Satnaf
people were the people of her lands. To the outside world, the
humanoids, they would be called the “creatures” that go bump in the
night. Some were even considered the characters of myths and
fairytales. She was living proof that they were neither myths nor
fairytales. The creatures she dealt with on a daily basis and called
family would take offense to her calling the lot of them people.
Although humanoid in many ways, the tails, wings, fangs, horns and other
extras would set them worlds apart. They’ve lived amongst humans in
the world for as long as the humans have come to be. Yet, the humans
were safe from harm and her people were hunted. Many said that they
were hunted by one of their own. Her hope was that it was not true at
all. It would take a fairly sick individual to hunt one of his or her
own kind.
The creature that stood before her now and held her
heart captive was one Alkinai Carthage. He stood before her with long,
wavy, dark brown hair pulled back into a neat leather cuff at the nape
of his neck. His long sleeved sweater was long forgotten as he’d
stalked to her with only one purpose in mind. He always wore fitted
sweaters or sweater vests with button down stripe shirts and loose
fitted jeans or dark tailored slacks. He wore black or brown shoes or
boots. The only time he wore any form of athletic shoe was when he was
playing one of his Lieutenants on the basketball court. (Yes, these
creatures do play ball and quite well. No human would be able to handle
their games. Not even Jordan. That statement alone was telling.) He
had a natural grace with enough swagger that said he was nothing but all
man, especially when he sighted something he desired. His raw sexual
magnetism was enough to make any girl drop to her knees and beg for a
taste of any part of him.
Katana knew the treats that lay beneath
the clothing. His washboard abs made you want to run your tongue along
every groove. His skin was so perfect and flawless, save one scar
where, he’d told her, someone tried to carve out his heart while he was
sleeping. It all happened when he was younger. A time that he never
really spoke of.
During the daylight hours, the sun called for a
moment of his time. It beckoned to be blessed to shine upon him and
change the color of his skin from its natural creamy tone. He looked
even sexier with the bronze pigments within his skin from head to toe.
She knew that all he needed was a hint of the sun on his finger and his
ability would move the golden glint to the rest of his skin. There were
quite a few women and some men that would kill for that ability. Her
own skin was just as coveted, but she ignored the admirations and
admonishments that she overheard in others voicing their thoughts. Hers
were always of him and him alone. That was the way of it. Once you
found your “Intended” there was no other for you. On many occasions, it
hurt her that her “Intended” chose to guard himself from her. Still,
when he came to her in the current mood that he was in, she willingly
gave herself to him.
Alkinai was born a Half-linea. Half-linea
were those that were born with lineage from two different “Creatures”
lines. Alkinai had been showing signs of abilities from the line of
Shiftons and Foresayers. Shiftons were those who had control over their
form and could change from the animal or Mammalii; their spirit has
been touched by another. They usually shifted from that form to the
Humanoid form. In rare cases, there had been Shifton that had the
ability to shift between the two Mamalii of their lineage and the
Humanoid form. Only one has been spoken of that could change their form
to a Mamalii or humanoid of their choosing. She was the one that few
know much about but all fear.
Foresayers were the most powerful
“Mentalists,” for lack of a better word, to walk the earth. Their
abilities would manifest with their minds being their most powerful
weapons at a young age. They usually could see the future or manipulate
elements of the present by controlling time. There were tales that
state there were those that have the ability to control the minds of
those surrounding them. They could communicate intention through touch
as well. (Frightening, right?)
Katana had yet to meet one that
had all of the abilities to manifest in one being, but she had a feeling
that Alkinai might have the talent. She also feared there might be
others like him with the same abilities. It had something to do with
the dreams she was continuing to have. As a Nymphil, she was part of
the “Mamalii” that controlled the life of the plants and earth. It was
due to this gift that she would notice the shift in power that was
permeating through the lands. The dreams brought her to distraction on
many occasions and were the source of Alkinai’s frustration with her.
He always felt when her mind shifted focus to the dreams that were
becoming more like nightmares with every passing eve. It also worried
her that she had this ability that felt like foresight of things to
come. No one in her line had ever had that ability. Intuition? Yes.
Foresight? A whopping, unwavering no.
“I will not allow you to be
distracted by any other, whether person or thought, this night, Katana,”
Alkinai stated as he brought his firm lips down over her own. She heard
his growl as she fought his demand.
Katana never quickly gave
herself over to him. She knew that he loved a challenge. It was one of
the reasons that she and she alone remained in his bed. His strong,
callused hands moved over the simple clothing that she wore. She’d come
straight from a session with her sisters which included bathing in the
pooling waters of Remaerd. There, they would bathe and purify the water
that the plants and people of the lands would partake of. They would
call the waters over the lands to be cleansed and make deliveries to the
leaders of the different Mamalii of the area. It was a monthly thing
that allowed them to replenish their powers as Nymphil, but it didn’t
call for a great deal of clothing. She wore a simple golden backless
sheath that matched her eyes and the hue of her skin. The cinnamon brown
color of her skin, she was told, glistened in the sun and was a sight
to behold. Her hair matched the darkest brown of a tree bark with grey
threaded through the crown and base of her head. She’d always had the
coloring for as long as she’d been alive. The fact that it had been
centuries wasn’t lost on her or her siblings.
Katana was the only
one that was so blessed. Each of her sisters had dark brown almost
black hair and were only just about a century old. Her brother was only 2
years older than her. She was the oldest daughter but the last to find
her Intended. Her sisters felt the need to tell her all the things that
she was doing wrong. Despite their parents (well, her father and their
mother) continually telling each of them that the meeting of one’s
Intended didn’t happen to everyone the same way. Nor did it always
happen when a person was in their first century. To which her beautiful
sisters would always remind them that most Nymphil did, Katana just had
to be the exception to the rule.
Alkinai’s hands began a trail up
her back again pulling her from her inner musings. He pulled her
closer. She didn’t think that they could be, but then she felt the sign
of his attraction to her as he kissed her well beyond her mental
distraction. It was a long forgotten thought after that. This always
surprised, but delighted her. He was always excited to be near her. It
was another indication that she was right. She was his Intended. She
didn’t know how it found the space with them being so close in
proximity, but his hand found its way to her breast. His hands were
large enough to take the rather hefty weight of each of them and play as
he saw fit. His mouth slid from her mouth to her ear, tongue playing
with her lobe, then down the side to the base of her neck. There, he
played for a while, making sure to mark her as he always did. Her skin
was light enough that he could have his fun marking it with his initial.
The letter “A” would mark her body in some peculiar place that she
would find later. How he did it, she would never know because she was
always too distracted to pay any attention. He lifted her other breast
to his warm and waiting mouth. Sucking and nibbling to the point of
almost pain. She heard the release of one then felt him descend to the
other as his hand played with the one he’d just aided in being brought
to a sure sign of arousal.
She heard the moans that always came as
a result of this interaction but couldn’t focus. Katana could feel his
hand as he began to slide down the front of her then in between her
legs. She felt her impending release as she felt his hand glide over her
butt. Some part of her brain realized that she felt his hand on her
left breast, another lifting the right one to his mouth, another
bringing her to the top of her pleasure cliff and a last gripping her
backside and driving her into his extended, fully aroused appendage.
She tried to open her eyes to see if what she thought was true was, in
fact, the case. In that moment, her sheath was ripped from her body and
his jeans were pulled from his. He lifted her and she instinctively
wrapped her legs around his waist.
“K, my lady, Kat,” he
practically growled as she felt her body slammed into the wall near the
bed. “I need my name on your lips. Now!”
Katana felt as if she
were splintering from within as she felt his powerful, repeated
thrusts. They found their rhythm meeting somewhere in the middle. Her
pleasure center had her screaming and panting then screaming again. The
phantom hands or extra hands wouldn’t let her go. They were everywhere
and he was relentless as she hit her peak for the third time. (Yes,
she’d had three and not even realized it until she heard the whisper of
his voice chuckling
three times and yet I need her to have more in her mind.) His name, his full name was on her lips and took up every aspect of her mind.
“Alkinai
Bartholomew Carthage, please…oh…please. PLEASE,” she bellowed. She
knew her screams would be heard throughout the entire castle, but at
that moment, she didn’t give a damn. “PLEASE…let me breathe…oh…I
don’t…”
His answering chuckle was all the response that she
received as he pushed her body even further. She knew he wasn’t
anywhere near finished with her. His mood spoke to the need that he had
for her. He was tense for some reason and he wouldn’t be able to talk
about it until he released a portion of whatever was built up within
him. This was the only way he knew to deal and she was more than happy
to oblige. She could feel his power coursing over her body. The
tingling caused a warmth that she’d never felt before with him. He was
close to his release. She knew it. Every fiber of his being was strung
tight.
I need her more than she will ever know. I can’t see my life without her. She can’t lea…
Whatever
the thought was it was cut off as he swiveled his hips and moved within
her to touch a place that she didn’t even know was there until that
moment. This time, they screamed together. Her body melted against him
as he found the strength to move them from the wall and over to the
bed. He allowed his mind to be open to her for just a while longer.
She was able to hear his thoughts. She knew it. Now that she was able
to regain a portion of her consciousness. There was no containing the
joy that was coursing its way through her. Katana knew that this was
something that she couldn’t even attempt to discuss with him. He gently
placed her in the bed and made his way up her body. His kisses took in
every portion of her legs, then torso and up along her neck. When his
lips met hers, she realized that he was not completely sated. Those
hands were there again and he was ready to torture her some more. As he
seated himself within her again, she moaned his name. Alkinai was
relentless in his torment. He had her body thrumming and filled with
sensations that they’d never shared before. Hours later, he finally
found the relief he needed and allowed her to drift off into a peaceful
slumber.
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