Guardian
Possession by Michaela Rhua
Long
Blurb
Royanne longs to be free of everyone's
expectations. Meeting a mysterious stranger who she is drawn to confuses her. He
feeds her longing to be free and ignites a fire inside of her. She is aroused
by this tortured soul. When he kidnaps her and reveals his plan, she is torn
between loathing him and wanting him.
Zachriel is under orders from the Dark Master—kidnap
Guardian demon Royanne. Only hiding away until the coast is clear draws him
closer to her, especially as she seems to see the real man in him.
Rescued at last, Royanne feels uncertain what to
do. For Zachriel his past is revealed and he must face the truth. This truth
cuts to his very soul and questions who he really is. Now he must come to terms
with the lie that has been his life. Royanne fights her feelings for Zachriel.
She begins to see him as a kindred spirit. There is only one thing to do reveal
her love for him. Can she convince him her feelings are real and he is worth
loving?
Excerpt.
"Oh, okay." Royanne seemed to
accept who he was. But then, he knew she would; being a demon with the ability
to possess minds, he could easily mold her thoughts. She stepped out of the
doorway more into the alleyway.
That's
good, feel comfortable with me.
"I saw you dancing, you move
well," he commented.
"Thank you. I am Royanne." She
offered her hand.
Yes,
contact, that is what I need again.
He took his hands out of his pocket and
reached out. His large, calloused hand enveloped hers, and her warmth met his
cold. She was soft, and he wondered if the rest of her was the same.
"I'm Zach, good to meet you,"
Zach replied while inching closer. Touching her was enough to establish a link
to her mind. I have you now. She was
still wary but calm. Underneath the layers of her mind was something else.
Need. This I can work with.
"So, how you finding life at
base?" he asked, still holding her hand.
"Well, you know fun, fun, fun!" she
replied sarcastically.
He could feel she was unhappy.
"It all helps for the future, you
know." He sensed her need for freedom.
Royanne moved her hand away, but he noticed
she lingered at little as they released their grips. He had her now; her mind
was his, but he needed more. A taste of her, then the link would be stronger. Damn, there were too many people passing
the entrance to the alleyway for him to make his move now. If he got her
wanting him enough to go to a hotel room, that would be perfect.
He could read strands of desire in her
mind. He planted more, he planted himself. This little Guardian was proving
easier to manipulate than he had first thought. But what did they know of
strength? All their kind was good for was the torture of the young and weak. He
was no longer young or weak. The Dark Master had ensured they took care of him,
nurtured, and trained to be a warrior of worth. Zach reached out and touched
her bare arm lightly. With feather-like fingers, he stroked her skin. Royanne's
gaze drifted to his fingers playing on her skin. She had not recoiled, which
was good. He became bolder as he moved his hands to her shoulder. Her skin was
warm and smooth. Zach maintained eye contact, knowing it would strengthen his
bond with her. He caressed her cheek, and he slid his other hand lower to hold
her curved hip and then her rounded ass. He massaged her ass cheek, and when no
resistance was apparent, he lowered his lips to her pinky full lips, that
called to him to kiss and claim. She seemed frozen to the spot. Yes, just as he
liked them, under his control, helpless. He had her mind.
Fire met ice. She kissed him back with
equal force, which surprised him. Does
this Guardian actually want me? Her hands drifted to his hips, and he felt
her grip tighten, and she brought him closer into her. Oh hell, she tastes so good. He let his tongue play with her mouth,
then dart between those parted sweet
lips. Her mouth was wet and warm, just as he hoped her pussy would be when his
cock entered her. He cupped her breast with one hand and found her nipple taut.
Kissing down her neck, he lowered her strap down her shoulder to reveal a heavy
breast waiting for him. He played with her nipples with his fingers before his
mouth took over. He licked them all over, the tip of his tongue flicking
backward and forward.
"Oh yes," she groaned.
Then he took her wet nipple into his mouth
and sucked hard. Her hips moved with every suck. Zach wondered how wet she was.
He continued sucking but used one hand to lift her dress up and brought the
other hand straight to her panties. He was delighted to find them getting damp.
He pulled the seam aside, and he discovered she was smooth.
"Oh, so wet for me, Royanne," he
said as he kissed down her stomach.
Her mind told him she wanted his mouth
where his fingers played. He tore the scrap of material away and lifted her leg
over his shoulder. He hungered for her, so he went to work with his mouth and
tongue. Licking around her swollen lips, he sucked her clit before letting his
tongue establish a rhythm. Royanne moaned and grabbed his head, pushing her
hips farther into his face. The enemy tasted divine, sweet and musky. She was
so close, he could read her fully now.
But no! Control was important now. He could
not let her come here in this alleyway; he needed her alone to complete his
mission. He stopped and got to his feet. Her eyes were dazed, and her mind was
confused.
"Why did you stop?" she
questioned.
"Not here." He scanned the
alleyway. "I want you on a bed where I can enjoy you fully." He knew
she agreed.
"I'll get my purse and follow you
out," she said, straightening her dress.
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Author Bio:
Michaela Rhua always dreamed
of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies
known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see
if she could do it too. Now she loves writing!
She has teenage children and
a husband, who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work
that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which
they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead
to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.
Michaela is a multi-published author with Breathless Press,
Evernight Publishing and a self-published anthology with authors from The Nuthouse
Scribblers.
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