Thursday Thirteen - 13 more paragraphs from Worlds Collide
Part one of this TT is over at my friend xakara 's blog and the other is here. I am so stoked at the new book finally being out I have to share…and share…and share! You can find more Worlds Collide TT fun at Beyond the Veil!
(1) The thick smell of sweet milk and rose oil filled the stone room as the blond woman scattered violet flowers to float on top of the pink suds. Nara rested her neck on the edge of the circular marble tub and breathed in the luscious scents.
(2) A woman with long red hair slid into the water beside her and slowly rubbed Nara’s body, her slender hands covered with soap. Soon the blonde stepped into the tub to join them, and they both massaged Naras sore muscles, kissing her neck and breasts as they worked.
(3) Nara rested her arms and hands along the lip of the tub. Normally a sensual bath with her many lovers would be a pleasurable distraction, but today it gave her little solace. Bane activity in the area had increased this summer, and both the nobles and the mystics were concerned about the safety of their people.
(4) Back when her family ruled their domain in Mongolia, Nara could have sworn things had never been this complicated. They had a good relationship with the shifters then, and the Bane were kept from their territory. They were happy, if perhaps too complacent. A knock at the door drew Nara’s attention. “It’s not locked.”
(5) “I assume that means ‘come in’?” Oyon entered the room, his hands over his eyes. “Sorry to bother you, Narantsetseg. I have news of Cu Uladh’s subordinate Farrell. I thought you would want to know.”
(6) “Unless they are pounding at the gates, brother, it can wait until I finish my bath.” Nara stood, and water cascaded down her skin. “Meet me in my sitting room. We’ll talk there.”
(7) Oyon slipped from the room and shut the heavy, iron-banded wooden door behind him.
(8)“Kegan, I require a towel and my robes,” Nara said, nodding to the redheaded woman. She stepped out of the tub and the blonde grabbed a small bottle and poured oil into her palm. “Not now, Dawn. Prepare refreshments for my brother and me, and bring them to my room.”
After washing her hands and throwing on a robe, Dawn dashed from the room. Kegan wrapped the towel around Nara’s shoulders, kissing her neck as she rubbed her body dry. “You’ve been so distant tonight, Soothsayer. Do your lovers not please you? Do you wish me to summon one of the others instead?”
(9) Nara took the white robe Kegan had laid on the dressing table, and wrapped it around herself. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”
(10) Kegan lowered the gold robe over Nara’s head and it slid into place over the white. “Are you hungry?” She sat on the dressing table and spread her legs. “There is time for you to feed, isn’t there?”
(11) Nara smiled as Kegan moved aside her panties and rubbed the soft folds of flesh beneath them with her finger. Kegan moaned softly as she pleasured herself, the pale skin of her inner thigh inciting Nara as the passion in Kegan’s blood pumped fast and loud in her ears.
(12) Kneeling on a silk pillow at her lover’s feet, Nara pulled the panties free and tossed them to the stone floor. The wetness that glistened on Kegan’s fingers, and her tightly curled red hair, fueled Nara’s hunger. She pushed aside Kegan’s hand and took over the task of bringing her to climax. Kegan threw her head back, and her guttural cries echoed through the bathroom.
(13) Nara couldn’t resist the draw of beautiful women, nor could she satiate the desire to feed on her lover’s blood at the moment of orgasm. She was a sensate, and could tell when her lovers were nearing their climax, when their blood would hold the most power. Kegan drew in a long shuddering breath, and Nara bit into the meat of her inner thigh, savoring the sweet coppery taste.
*** and for the rest y’all will have to buy the book *evil laugh*
(1) The thick smell of sweet milk and rose oil filled the stone room as the blond woman scattered violet flowers to float on top of the pink suds. Nara rested her neck on the edge of the circular marble tub and breathed in the luscious scents.
(2) A woman with long red hair slid into the water beside her and slowly rubbed Nara’s body, her slender hands covered with soap. Soon the blonde stepped into the tub to join them, and they both massaged Naras sore muscles, kissing her neck and breasts as they worked.
(3) Nara rested her arms and hands along the lip of the tub. Normally a sensual bath with her many lovers would be a pleasurable distraction, but today it gave her little solace. Bane activity in the area had increased this summer, and both the nobles and the mystics were concerned about the safety of their people.
(4) Back when her family ruled their domain in Mongolia, Nara could have sworn things had never been this complicated. They had a good relationship with the shifters then, and the Bane were kept from their territory. They were happy, if perhaps too complacent. A knock at the door drew Nara’s attention. “It’s not locked.”
(5) “I assume that means ‘come in’?” Oyon entered the room, his hands over his eyes. “Sorry to bother you, Narantsetseg. I have news of Cu Uladh’s subordinate Farrell. I thought you would want to know.”
(6) “Unless they are pounding at the gates, brother, it can wait until I finish my bath.” Nara stood, and water cascaded down her skin. “Meet me in my sitting room. We’ll talk there.”
(7) Oyon slipped from the room and shut the heavy, iron-banded wooden door behind him.
(8)“Kegan, I require a towel and my robes,” Nara said, nodding to the redheaded woman. She stepped out of the tub and the blonde grabbed a small bottle and poured oil into her palm. “Not now, Dawn. Prepare refreshments for my brother and me, and bring them to my room.”
After washing her hands and throwing on a robe, Dawn dashed from the room. Kegan wrapped the towel around Nara’s shoulders, kissing her neck as she rubbed her body dry. “You’ve been so distant tonight, Soothsayer. Do your lovers not please you? Do you wish me to summon one of the others instead?”
(9) Nara took the white robe Kegan had laid on the dressing table, and wrapped it around herself. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”
(10) Kegan lowered the gold robe over Nara’s head and it slid into place over the white. “Are you hungry?” She sat on the dressing table and spread her legs. “There is time for you to feed, isn’t there?”
(11) Nara smiled as Kegan moved aside her panties and rubbed the soft folds of flesh beneath them with her finger. Kegan moaned softly as she pleasured herself, the pale skin of her inner thigh inciting Nara as the passion in Kegan’s blood pumped fast and loud in her ears.
(12) Kneeling on a silk pillow at her lover’s feet, Nara pulled the panties free and tossed them to the stone floor. The wetness that glistened on Kegan’s fingers, and her tightly curled red hair, fueled Nara’s hunger. She pushed aside Kegan’s hand and took over the task of bringing her to climax. Kegan threw her head back, and her guttural cries echoed through the bathroom.
(13) Nara couldn’t resist the draw of beautiful women, nor could she satiate the desire to feed on her lover’s blood at the moment of orgasm. She was a sensate, and could tell when her lovers were nearing their climax, when their blood would hold the most power. Kegan drew in a long shuddering breath, and Nara bit into the meat of her inner thigh, savoring the sweet coppery taste.
*** and for the rest y’all will have to buy the book *evil laugh*