Alluring Tales

the throbbing vein there. She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked him like a lollipop. His hips thrust upward, and his sighs turned to whimpers. She waited…she knew it was coming.

“Please,” he gasped.

“Please what, Lukas?” She squeezed her thighs together. She wanted so badly to climb up his body and impale herself on his cock. She wanted to feel him touch her deep inside, feel his warmth spread through her once again. She wanted to feel…alive.

“Please…take me.”

Lovely, lovely, words. She opened her mouth and took as much of him in as she could. She sucked gently and stroked up to the tip, then swallowed him again. Her other hand cupped his balls, measuring their weight, their feel.

Suddenly the bed shook and Lukas’ voice reached her loud and clear. “No, Grace. Please!!”

She kept going, sliding her mouth up and down his cock, tasting his flavor and feeling him swell even larger in her mouth. “Grace, please. Take me…inside you…ride me…fuck me…love me!”

An arrow of pure pleasure went straight to her heart. It wasn’t that he was begging, it was what he was begging for, it was what she wanted too. Before she could think twice, she climbed on top of him, aimed his cock at her entrance, and sank down onto him. She had to bite her tongue to keep from shouting yes as their connection solidified and her world righted itself.

Grace braced her hands on his muscular chest and met his gaze as she began to fuck him. “Touch me,” she pleaded.

His hands immediately grasped her hips. He helped her find the right rhythm, before skimming them over her back, her front, her legs, her breasts. His hands were everywhere, but both of them knew that wasn’t the touch she’d been asking for.

She wanted him to touch her heart, the same way he had that first night. She wanted the magic she’d felt only with him. The warmth that had thawed her heart and filled her soul. And she got it when one hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her down to him. Their mouths opened, their tongues danced, and their cries of pleasure filled each other.

Eight

The next morning when Lukas opened his eyes and found himself alone in the bed, he wasn’t surprised. Sounds of movement reached his ears from the kitchen, and he wondered just how closed off Grace was going to be. He’d meant to keep things light between them the night before. Just sexual. But it hadn’t worked like that. Something about that woman reached deep down inside him and made it impossible to hide what he was feeling.

Stifling a groan he rolled from the bed, pulled on his jeans, and padded down the hall to the kitchen. When he got there Grace was sitting at the table in her robe, a steaming cup of coffee in front of her.

He bent down to kiss her on the cheek. When she didn’t pull away he nuzzled his nose into her hair and breathed deeply. She smelled of musky raw sex. She smelled of them.

He got his coffee and sat down across from her. Silent.

She met his gaze head-on, making his heart pound and his insides quiver. Her eyes were still guarded, but there was something new in them. Something that gave him hope.

“Grace?”

“I’d like to go out for dinner with you tonight.”

To an ordinary person, it wasn’t much. But they both knew what it was…it was the door to her heart creaking open.

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Sassy women and sexy men are what Canadian author SASHA WHITE’s stories are all about. Gifted with a salacious imagination, Sasha enjoys working in several genres, such as contemporary, paranormal, suspense and science fiction. With a voice that is called “distinctive and delicious” by The Romance Studio, Sasha has over a dozen erotic stories published and is going strong. She loves to hear from readers, and can be found on her website’s blog most afternoons.

www.sashawhite.net

A Familiar Kind of Magic by Sylvia Day

This story is dedicated to two wonderful women-

Lisa Renee Jones and Cathryn Fox.

Lisa, thank you for bringing the Allure Authors together.

Cathryn, thank you for bringing this collection to Lucia.

Between the two of you,

you made my very first writing-oriented dream come true-to write for Lucia Macro at Avon Books.

Acknowledgments

Thanks go out to my critique partner Annette McCleave (www.AnnetteMcCleave.com), who makes every story I write better, and to my test reader, Alyssa Hurzeler, who lent a fresh set of eyes when I needed them.

One

The Hunter had finally arrived.

Victoria studied him carefully through the closed-circuit feed that monitored her office reception area. The urbane Armani suit he wore did nothing to hide the predator within. Tall and dark, the Hunter moved with a casual arrogance that made her purr. He didn’t look around, completely focused on the moment when they would be together in the same room. Alone.

As she rubbed her hands together, a throaty growl filled the air. The High Council was ready to tangle with her again. She smiled and preened, as was the nature of her kind. This Hunter was powerful, she could feel it even through the walls that separated them.

It was a testament to her own prowess that They would send a warlock such as him after her. She couldn’t help but be flattered. After all, she’d broken the laws on purpose, deliberately goading the very powers that had