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Dirty Little Secret
By C.R. Moss
When the small group cleared the exit way and conversation between the people of the membership resumed, Becca’s gaze honed in on a tall man in a black leather trench coat standing in front of the door. Slowly, he pushed his dark sunglasses up from his face to the top of his head, revealing equally dark eyes. The shades pushed back long locks of jet black hair and his matching goatee quivered as a mischievous smirk lifted his lips.
Why, the man’s flirting with me, initiating the chase. Her crotch twitched in anticipation of the opening of the game and the sexual finale.
She openly ogled the sexy devil, taking in the view of the coat draped over broad shoulders, exposing only the top of a black turtleneck since the garment was cinched closed over his torso and tied at his narrow waist. The leather flowed down to just above his knees where tight black jeans lay over shiny black boots.
Could he be a black-clothed biker dude? She hadn’t had one of those in ages. A delightful shudder of desire rolled through her like a seismic wave. Too bad Veronica wasn’t here in her place. He’d be a sure thing then. When her gaze met his again, he grinned and the hint of malice that flashed in his eyes sent bolts of ice into her fingers and toes.
“Becca? What’s got you woolgathering?”
“Ella.” She turned to her friend, taking her focus off the man. “Get a load of this guy.” She tilted her head in the stranger’s direction. “Do you think he’s a member here?”
Her friend looked over to where she indicated. A puzzled expression crossed her face. “What man?”
Becca looked back at the exit way. The man was gone.
The Mystics
By C.R. Moss
The Mystics -- Four mystics awaken to their powers when faced with a common adversity. A compilation of the Si’Ludo Sisters series and a fourth story only found in the print book, The Mystics is available now at amazon.com!
Their power shall set them free
“Pleasure me with your mouth, slave.”
The proud man dropped to his wounded knees with a glare of defiance and placed his face between her legs. When his breath drifted over her golden brown pubes, a delightful shudder coursed up her torso, and the moment his tongue lapped her folds, she wanted to melt. Raking her fingers through his soft dark locks of hair, she rode his tongue, enjoying how he laved her slit, bit her clit.
As an upsurge of bliss welled in her body, she gazed down at the man who nuzzled her crotch. Swirls of orange and red colors streamed over and around his head, caressed her midsection. She sprang back from him with a quiet wince.
“Your audition and inspection are over. You are free to go. Guards!” She turned from him, closing her robe. “I will be in the Com-Room in the morning to assist in your orientation and training.” The door opened and the guards stepped through. “Dak, Tiq, take Cor to the mess hall and make sure he eats, then bed him down with the Muckers in the Du’at stables.”
The Masters hefted Cor from the ground and pulled him from the room. When the door closed behind them, she flopped into a sitting position on the edge of her grand, four poster bed.
Colors. She hadn’t just seen colors, had she? It wasn’t possible. She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. Orange and red ribbons streaked through her memory. She had seen them, the Lifemate indicators, but she wouldn’t let herself believe it. The presence of the mating signs could change everything.
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