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Authors: Ann Mayburn
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greedy, envious bitch he would be the one going to Earth on what might be their last chance to find their bondmate—the one woman in the universe meant only for them.
He turned and leaned back against Lorn, the other man slightly taller than him, and inhaled his rich scent. His blood brother wrapped his arms around Nast and together they looked at the home they’d built from the ground up. In traditional northern Kadothian fashion it was four levels with graceful spires and balconies that were situated to enjoy the warm breezes blowing off the distant thermal river. Made of shimmering white stone, it was strong enough to withstand the fiercest of winter storms yet open to allow the natural light in. Their blood and sweat had gone into its construction all with the hope of someday gifting it to their bride.
“I dreamed of her last night,” Lorn said against his cheek as he stroked Nast’s chest.
“What?”
“Our Matriarch. I dreamed of her.”
Excitement lit through Nast’s blood. “A true dream?”
“Yes.” Lorn sighed. “I couldn’t really see her but she had beautiful dark hair and generous breasts. I think she was also small. In my dream I had to pick her up to kiss her and she was so soft.”
Chuckling, Nast turned his head and gave Lorn’s neck a gentle nip. Their physical love had always been rough—that is how it was between Warriors—but Nast hungered for the time when he could be gentle as well. Having a Matriarch would allow him that, a soft body to hold against him, a woman’s tender heart and love filling their home with life. “And what made you think it was a true dream?”
Lorn moved and pulled something out of his pocket. Nast looked at what appeared to be a torn piece of gold cloth. “What is that?”
“Smell it.”
Curious, Nast took it from him and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. Instantly the delicate aroma of a woman filled him, but not just any woman. The most delicious female he’d ever smelled. Her scent was reminded him of the essence of life, of warm sunshine and the air after a cleansing spring rain, mixed with hot passion. He greedily pulled in one lungful, then another, his heart racing as her fragrance roared through him. “Where did you get this?”
“Her fragrance was on my hands when I woke up after my dream as if I’d been holding her in truth. I wiped it off quickly on the sheets so I could preserve it.” He closed Nast’s hand gently around the silken scrap. “The Lord of Life sent this dream to me for a purpose, Nast. Keep her scent with you when I’m gone and know I will bring her home for us.”
He wanted to fight, to argue, to do the noble thing and demand Lorn bond her no matter what, but with her natural perfume still filling his nose he couldn’t protest. His soul cried out for the mysterious woman who carried this scent and he drew in a shuddering breath, holding the cloth to his face. She smelled sweet, and soft, and there was a hint of arousal beneath her natural fragrance. His cock hardened and Lorn’s dick began to swell against his back.
“Smells good, doesn’t she?”
“Like everything pure and beautiful.”
Lorn began to kiss and lick the side of Nast’s neck and he groaned deep in his throat, the scent of their bondmate lingering in his nose and starting a fire in his gut not even his blood brother could quench.
Though Nast was more than eager for him to try.
Twisting in Lorn’s arms, he attempted to pin the other man to the stone, the savage need that ripped through him urging him to play the dominance games they both enjoyed so much. The urge to make the other man submit wasn’t as much a matter of true dominance and submission, but more like a game that catered to a Kadothian male’s instinct to conquer. They were almost equally matched in terms of strength so it made the struggle between them all the better.
Nast went to grab the cloth back but Lorn growled against his lips and he snarled, crushing his mouth
He turned and leaned back against Lorn, the other man slightly taller than him, and inhaled his rich scent. His blood brother wrapped his arms around Nast and together they looked at the home they’d built from the ground up. In traditional northern Kadothian fashion it was four levels with graceful spires and balconies that were situated to enjoy the warm breezes blowing off the distant thermal river. Made of shimmering white stone, it was strong enough to withstand the fiercest of winter storms yet open to allow the natural light in. Their blood and sweat had gone into its construction all with the hope of someday gifting it to their bride.
“I dreamed of her last night,” Lorn said against his cheek as he stroked Nast’s chest.
“What?”
“Our Matriarch. I dreamed of her.”
Excitement lit through Nast’s blood. “A true dream?”
“Yes.” Lorn sighed. “I couldn’t really see her but she had beautiful dark hair and generous breasts. I think she was also small. In my dream I had to pick her up to kiss her and she was so soft.”
Chuckling, Nast turned his head and gave Lorn’s neck a gentle nip. Their physical love had always been rough—that is how it was between Warriors—but Nast hungered for the time when he could be gentle as well. Having a Matriarch would allow him that, a soft body to hold against him, a woman’s tender heart and love filling their home with life. “And what made you think it was a true dream?”
Lorn moved and pulled something out of his pocket. Nast looked at what appeared to be a torn piece of gold cloth. “What is that?”
“Smell it.”
Curious, Nast took it from him and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. Instantly the delicate aroma of a woman filled him, but not just any woman. The most delicious female he’d ever smelled. Her scent was reminded him of the essence of life, of warm sunshine and the air after a cleansing spring rain, mixed with hot passion. He greedily pulled in one lungful, then another, his heart racing as her fragrance roared through him. “Where did you get this?”
“Her fragrance was on my hands when I woke up after my dream as if I’d been holding her in truth. I wiped it off quickly on the sheets so I could preserve it.” He closed Nast’s hand gently around the silken scrap. “The Lord of Life sent this dream to me for a purpose, Nast. Keep her scent with you when I’m gone and know I will bring her home for us.”
He wanted to fight, to argue, to do the noble thing and demand Lorn bond her no matter what, but with her natural perfume still filling his nose he couldn’t protest. His soul cried out for the mysterious woman who carried this scent and he drew in a shuddering breath, holding the cloth to his face. She smelled sweet, and soft, and there was a hint of arousal beneath her natural fragrance. His cock hardened and Lorn’s dick began to swell against his back.
“Smells good, doesn’t she?”
“Like everything pure and beautiful.”
Lorn began to kiss and lick the side of Nast’s neck and he groaned deep in his throat, the scent of their bondmate lingering in his nose and starting a fire in his gut not even his blood brother could quench.
Though Nast was more than eager for him to try.
Twisting in Lorn’s arms, he attempted to pin the other man to the stone, the savage need that ripped through him urging him to play the dominance games they both enjoyed so much. The urge to make the other man submit wasn’t as much a matter of true dominance and submission, but more like a game that catered to a Kadothian male’s instinct to conquer. They were almost equally matched in terms of strength so it made the struggle between them all the better.
Nast went to grab the cloth back but Lorn growled against his lips and he snarled, crushing his mouth
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