Excerpt Two from “Betrayed by Desire and Blood”. A bit of a tease.

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I hope you’ve been enjoying your crawl through the Dungeon today. This week I’ve chosen another excerpt from Book Two of the Baobhan Sith Trilogy, “Betrayed by Desire and Blood”.

In this excerpt, Duncan and Kenzi–especially Kenzi–have just been through a harrowing meeting with the director of the hunter Council and his dogged and suspicious master-at-arms. Information has come to light, and our dear heroine Kenzi is very stressed. What’s the best way to de-stress a tightly-wound sith girl? One guess.

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Copyright © 2014 Corey Harper
Corey Harper Books

“What is it, Duncan?” Charles saw the look on Duncan’s face, and frowned.

“We have a problem,” Duncan said, outlining what Alistair had told him about the spy in their ranks.

Charles’ eyes had widened while Duncan spoke, and now his features darkened in anger. “Damn it,” he said, his voice low. “When I find who it is—”

Duncan held up a hand. “For the moment, just investigate quietly. I want to give them the benefit of the doubt.”

“I don’t!”

Duncan patted Charles’ shoulder. “I know, and I appreciate that. But every man deserves to be heard. Just start poking around.”

“You got it.”

Duncan looked back towards Kenzi. “I want to get her away from all this for awhile. She’s had a rough day, and Malcolm’s presence is certain to keep the men stirred up for awhile about anything sith. Give me your radio.” He pocketed the device when Charles’ handed it to him. “I’ll stay in contact. If anything pops?”

“I’ll let you know,” Charles assured him. He looked over at Kenzi, too. “She does look a little shell–shocked. Go. I’ll hold down the fort.”

“Thank you,” Duncan said. He strode back to Kenzi.

“Charles is so sweet,” she said, having heard the conversation with her augmented hearing. “I should thank him.”

“You want to do that now?”

Kenzi looked up at his face, and caught the darkening gaze of hunger growing in his eyes. “Um, no. It can wait.”

Duncan chuckled, took her hand, and the two of them passed through the gate and began running towards the hills. The miles vanished beneath their feet, their legs a blur. Soon they flashed among the trees, birdsong stilling only after they had raced past as the feathered creatures tried to react to the supersonic figures in their woods. They whooshed like wraiths among the trees, oaks first, then giving way to the redwoods.

Duncan held Kenzi’s hand, the two of them laughing as they darted among the giant trees, one or the other of them dodging the broad, solid trunks. He picked her up, spun her around, and set her back on her feet without breaking his pace or hers. Her laughter was music to him. Blood was physical sustenance, but her delight was what sustained his spirit.

He let her draw a little ahead of him so he could admire her beauty. And she was beautiful. Her wild red curls whipped behind her in the slipstream their breakneck speed created, her pale exposed neck inviting his lips, the delicate curve as it flowed to her narrow shoulders begging for his kisses, his tongue, his bite. He could see her blood vessels pulsing as her heart raced faster when she realized he was watching her. Her giggle floated back to him, and she sped up.

He chuckled, a low growl of a sound he knew she could hear. A shiver raced through her, and she ran even faster, daring him to overtake her.

Can’t catch me, scary brute!

Watch me.

Oooh!

He closed the gap, noting that her speed got better every time they ran. Her ability to heighten and improve her sith skills seemed endless. One day she might be able to outrun him. But not today.

He reached for her, feeling himself beginning to stiffen as his eyes traced her every rippling muscle, corded sinews, lush curves. She was woman, and she was magnificent.

And she was his.

Almost within his grasp, he prepared to close his fingers around her arm and sweep her around into his steel embrace. His erection grew firmer in anticipation.

His fingers closed on empty air. At the last second, the little rascal darted to the side, sensing his intentions. Her girlish laughter drifted back to him as she disappeared into the trees.

She was getting far too good at that. He growled deep in his chest, then let it rumble from his lips into the forest, the sound rising to a predator’s howl. The forest silenced as each creature froze in its tracks, each hoping this new, terrifying killer was not hunting them.

He was not. His prey was something far more delicious, and there she was, a hundred yards ahead. She flitted back and forth among the trees, making it as hard as she could for him to track her, but her zigzag route also slowed her down. She still had some things to learn from him, and the thought made him happy.

He watched her, picking up her patterns. In moments he had it.

“Hello,” he said, appearing right in front of her.

She shrieked in surprise and delight, crashing into him and knocking both of them skidding to the loam. He landed on his back, gathering her close to his chest in his strong arms, protecting her from the damp soil and fallen branches.

As they slid to a stop, his head bumping into a redwood and knocking a chunk from the bark, she snuggled against his chest.

“So gallant,” she said.

“I endeavor to please the lady,” he murmured into her ear as she drew her legs close to her belly, trying to make herself smaller and closer in his embrace.

“Oh, the lady is pleased,” she said.

Her bottom rested atop his groin, soft round cheeks pressing against him. When the image of her naked behind formed in his mind, his erection grew.

“Mmm,” she said, feeling his thoughts. “I like that you don’t mind how round I am.”

“Kenzi, my love,” he said, placing a finger under her chin and raising her face so he could look into her eyes, “you are so beautiful, it makes me ache in places I didn’t know I had.”

“Smooth talker,” she said, as casually as she could, but he felt her thoughts as well, and as the warmth spread through her, she was feeling anything but casual.

“Come on.” He stood, pulling her to her feet, the suddenness of his movement and his strength making her gasp.

He pulled her along, his nostrils flaring as he scented the first moments of her arousal. He wanted her here, now, his marauding male lust demanding he take her. But his desire to strengthen their bond even more fed his yearning to make each moment of their intimacy last as long as he could.

Now mixing with her scent was that of the spring, just ahead. The fresh, fertile smell of the water called him, and he swung her into his arms. Not breaking stride, he plunged them into the icy water fully clothed, enjoying her shriek of indignation and amusement.

He dunked them both under, hearing her yelp again under the water. He surfaced them, whipping his head to send a spray of silvery water in a fan. Kenzi’s arms were locked around his neck, and she came up gasping and laughing.

“How dare you, sir!” she said when she could speak without breaking into gales. “I am fully clothed!”

“Not to worry,” he said. In a blur he peeled her clothes off her body, tossed them onto the bank. “See? No more pesky clothes.”

“You take liberties,” she said, giving him a look of mock sternness.

“I certainly intend to,” he said, kissing her.

“Ohh… mmm,” she moaned, tightening her arms around his neck.

He traced her full lips with his tongue, feeling the smooth soft skin, making her lips as wet as he intended to make the rest of her. His touch was gentle, almost ethereal, teasing just her lips until she parted them, a soft groan escaping her. Even in the water, he scented her intoxicating aroma, increasing every instant.

Her little tongue flicked out, hesitant, but roused and seeking his. He teased her moments longer, allowing her tongue flicks to become more insistent, until he crushed his lips against hers and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth.

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Kenzi sighed as she yielded to Duncan’s insistent tongue invading her mouth, playing her own tongue around his, enjoying his claim over this part of her body, and the promise that he would take far more.

She felt his big strong hands exploring the smooth skin of her back, his fingertips tracing the muscles and contours. She sensed his thoughts of pleasure as he touched her, how he marveled at the satin feel of her flesh, its softness, and her firm yet feminine musculature underneath. Having access to his feelings always made her shiver, and it did so now. How different it was in there, than in her own head! She didn’t always reach so deeply as to soak up his full maleness, but she did so now.

It was harsh, to her, and somewhat cruel. But putting her perceptions into words left so much of what he was behind—like translating slang from an alien language, without understanding anything of the culture. Yes, to be a male was to have harsh and cruel aspects, but what he did with those aspects made all the difference.

For what she felt from Duncan was that he would stand between her and the ending of the world. He would throw himself on a pyre if it meant she would be saved. He would destroy a legion if he thought doing so would keep her from the slightest harm.

So while another man might be harsh and cruel to others in his life, for Duncan it meant that his primary—and primal—goal was her protection and making her feel loved. His intense maleness was an umbrella he spread over her, making sure that, every second of her life, she felt that love and protection flow from him in waves. She was tiny and could sometimes be tossed about on those waves, but she always knew he would bring her safely to shore. For that alone she loved him, and she was his to do with as he wished.

She thrilled now as his roaming hands found the curve of her round bottom and squeezed. The feeling she picked up from his mind as he fondled her was of a very aroused animal growl. No earthly counterpart existed for the type of beast she saw in him; it was huge, dark, with massive strength, and a predator’s single–minded intent to bring down its prey. She trembled, knowing it was she.

The fear sent a tremor of arousal through her entire body, making her belly muscles clench, and her sex heat and throb. Her breasts began to swell, her nipples tightening against his hard chest as he crushed her to him, her soft flesh squishing as both she, and he, worked to get even closer to each other.

The fact that he was still clothed, and she naked, thrilled her beyond what she imagined such a simple difference could make. She felt naughty, and wanton, with this beautiful but fully clad man seizing her trembling, exposed body to his own.

She could feel his powerful legs scissoring the water, keeping them both afloat, strong enough that he had his hands free to do as he wished with them. She floated her legs up, encircling his narrow, muscled waist and locking her ankles behind his back. The action angled her pelvis, allowing her vulva to rub against his stomach. Just that basic contact with his sculpted belly, through his black polo shirt, caused her labia to swell and engorge with blood and desire for him. She gripped his firm waist with her legs, clamping her thighs tight, but with his body in between.

This was making her crazy! She needed to touch herself, and drew one hand from around his neck and down between their bodies, flattening her palm and fingers to slip between his stomach and hers. She could have loosened her leg grip on his waist, but no way was she moving even a millimeter away from him!

Just as she was about to slip a finger between her increasingly demanding lips, he caught her hand.

“Uh–uh,” he grunted.

She lifted her head to see the look in his eyes, dark, smoldering, his lids heavy. She gasped. He would devour her!

She ground her pussy against his stomach, letting him know in no uncertain terms what she wanted. From his mind she detected a chuckle, and she knew he already knew. He was not going to let her touch herself until he decided she could!

Well, she would see about that.

She used her sith strength to shove her hand downward against his grip. It was like battling a mountain. She gained a fraction, and another, but then he pulled her hand back, and she knew he was teasing her, letting her get close, but never reaching it. And it was driving her out of her mind. For all the centuries she had been alive, she could never have guessed that the simple act of being deprived of instant satisfaction could drive her to such lustful heights. She could never have guessed, because she had never known a man like this. Until now.

She loved and ached for him all the more, because she knew he was doing this to swell her pleasure ten–fold, a thousand–fold. And she knew he would allow her release when he was damn good and ready.

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I hope you enjoyed this week’s naughtiness. Be sure to leave a comment and let me know what you thought.

“Betrayed by Desire and Blood” will release on May 22nd from Amazon, B&N, Smashwords, and other retailers.

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8 thoughts on “Excerpt Two from “Betrayed by Desire and Blood”. A bit of a tease.

  1. Dude, that is one hell of an “excerpt.” I’ve been reading since dawn. Just now finished. OK, I exaggerate slightly. I’m slow, what can I say? I could be a tightly-wound sith girl, I think. Maybe not, though. Do they have Mexican food where they are?

    • Thank you, Sheri. I’ll agree that you are tightly-wound, though probably not sith. :)

      The story takes place in Northern California–there’s a Mexican restaurant within walking distance from just about anywhere. Yum.

  2. Yewosha! That was one hot and highly emotional scene up there between Kenzi and Duncan.
    The chase… the catch… the plunge into the icy water.
    I really enjoyed seeing the scene from both of their points of view also. I know what I’m going to be picking up on the 22nd :-)

    • Thank you, LA. I’m looking forward to the release of Book Two on 5/22 as well. It only gets hotter. :)

  3. Geez, let the poor girl pleasure herself, Corey. Maybe it would be fun for Duncan to watch. Never mind, I’m the only idiot who let’s my characters get away with that!! Great fun to read … loved the chase :)

    • Thanks, Shelly. I’m kind of partial to the chase myself. :)

      And don’t you worry–by the end of Book Three, Kenzi will be well and firmly… satisfied. 😉

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