Lakeland
Heatwave Book 3: Elemental Fire
by K D Grace
Blurb:
Obsessed with revenge, KENNET LUCIAN
makes a deal with a demon, a deal he comes to regret when he meets TARA STONE,
head of the Elemental Coven, and a powerful witch with a desire for revenge at
least as great as his. Even though the attraction between the two is magnetic
and the lust combustive, Kennet must betray her to accomplish his goal, which
is ultimately her goal as well; to put a final end to the demon, Deacon’s,
reign of terror. But can Tara trust the man who has wormed his way into her
heart and the heart of the Elemental Coven? Can she trust LUCIA, the demon with
whom Kennet is allied, a demon with her own agenda. The path to Deacon’s
destruction is far from clear, and the price that must be paid to be free of
him forever may be too high, even for Tara Stone.
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Excerpt:
The demon, Lucia, studied Kennet for
what might have been ages, and he felt as though the pressure of her scrutiny
would crush him.
‘I have never worn man flesh.’ She
nodded down to his penis.
He blushed and surged and blushed again.
His heart raced. ‘Does it make a difference?’
She shrugged, still studying his cock as
though she’d never seen one before. ‘Not really. Flesh is flesh.’ On a whim,
she reached out and stroked his erection, and he gasped as the touch of her
shivered up his spine and blossomed bright inside his head.
She continued to touch him, but her eyes
were now locked on his face, and he tried desperately not to thrust against
her. ‘I am only touching your cock, Kennet Birch, and it is all you can do to
keep from spilling your seed at my feet.’
‘That is the most sensitive part,’ he
breathed. ‘Of a man, I mean.’
She moved closer and ran a splayed hand
up over his ribs. And he did spill his seed with a desperate gasp as though he
could never get enough oxygen again. And he was embarrassed and terrified and
angry, and it was as though the whole range of emotions exploded in his head in
an instant. Then she leaned in and brushed her lips against his, and for a
split second the world flashed before his eyes more vivid, more perfect, more
complete than he had ever seen it before. He knew things, he saw things, he
felt things, things beyond him. And he would have dropped again to his knees,
but he couldn’t, not held in her gaze as he was.
‘I have barely touched you and you are
overwhelmed, Kennet Birch. Do you really think you can survive my possession of
you?’
He forced himself to hold her gaze,
trembling suddenly as though he were in the grips of some powerful illness. All
of him ached, and he knew the real world was bleeding through. There was very
little time. ‘I won’t survive if you don’t possess me. My coming to you has
guaranteed that.’ He wrapped his arms around himself as the shakes became more
violent. ‘You said it yourself, I have nothing to lose.’
‘And why would I want a sick and broken
male body?’ She asked. Her eyes blazed in the dance of firelight that always
seemed so close to her.
‘If you possess me, you can heal me,’ he
said. ‘And anyway, if you possess me and I die, well it really doesn’t matter
at this point.’
For an eternal moment she studied him.
She studied him until he looked away. His head was fuzzy, his body ached even
in the dream world. He couldn’t hold much longer.
She lifted his chin once again so that
he met her gaze, and the shakes stopped. The pain went away. He felt his head
clear.
‘If I do what you ask of me, even though
you live, your life is forfeit. You know this?’
‘I know,’ he breathed. ‘It doesn’t
matter.
‘You say that now in your hour of need.
But when that passes, when you are whole and stronger and healthier than you
have ever dreamed possible, when your heart heals and you learn to love again,
you won’t be so anxious to let go of what is rightfully mine when the time
comes.’
He suddenly felt more pain than he knew
existed in the whole world, and none of it was physical. He inhaled breath that
felt like shards of stone. ‘I’ll never know love again. I’ll never know life
again, so there’s really nothing you can take from me that isn’t already long
gone.’
Her gaze softened, and somehow he found
that infinitely comforting. Then she moved closer and kissed him, slowly,
languidly, as though they had all the time in the world, and his cock was hard
again. She stepped back from him. One shrug and the robe of fire fell away, and
the glow of her body flashed bright, then dimmed and steadied until he could
see details, erect nipples atop high breasts, rounded hips, a golden splash of
curls at the juncture of her thighs. ‘I am not like him,’ she said softly. ‘It
gives me no pleasure to make those who dwell in the flesh my puppets. You will
be, how is it you put it these days, you will be in the driver’s seat.’ She
took him into her arms and kissed him hard, and when he feared he would
disgrace himself again with his cock pressed up tight against the top of her
belly, she pulled away. ‘However,’ she said. ‘If I grant your request, then I
will possess you. All of you. You will belong to me, your life will mine.’ She
gaze was painfully bright. ‘And if you earnestly wish to be rid of Deacon, then
you will do as I say for as long as it takes us to accomplish our task, and it
will take time. I know him. You don’t. I’m his equal. You’re not. And one more
very important thing, Kennet Birch.’ She stroked his hair gently and whispered
against his lips. ‘Never, never forget how badly I can hurt you if you defy
me.’ Then she guided his hand down over her pubic curls. ‘If my terms are not
acceptable to you, then you must return to your body and face your fate.’
Boldly, brazenly, he slid a finger down
low and circled her clit, and her eyes fluttered. ‘If it weren’t acceptable to
me, I wouldn’t be here,’ he answered.
She took his hand and guided him back to
a chair that appeared from out of nowhere. It looked like a golden throne with
no arms. What? Was he to petition her? He didn’t understand. But it was no
throne at all. She pushed him down on it and stood before him caressing her
breasts until her nipples were stiff and swollen. Then she raised one perfect
leg and set her elegant Botticelli foot on his thigh, affording him a view of
her wet and fiery depths. ‘I do not enter through your breath, Kennet Birch,’
she said. ‘As sex is your magic, so is it mine. You will go in through me,
inside out. And your hunger for me will pull me into you when your libido
surges brightest.’
And he was so hungry for her. She filled his head and his body with an aching
want that even if he were not a practitioner of sex magic, he would understand
was not mundane. And in his case, the fear that he would die if he didn’t have
her here and now was a very real one. That he might die even if he did, that
her possession might be too much for him, well that was a risk he was more than
willing to take.
‘Are you certain this is what you want,
Kennet Birch?’ she asked him as she moved onto his lap, positioning herself,
opening her sex with her fingers.
‘I’ve never been more sure of anything
in my life.’ Even as he said it, he realized how silly that sounded, since
either way his life as he’d known it was over.
‘Very well then.’ She settled to the
point of contact, to the point at which he could just feel the head of his
penis against the resistance of her opening. He reached for her breasts, and
with the hand not busy between her legs, she cradled his head and drew him near
so he could nurse. The electrical shock through his body caused him to jump and
jerk, and at that very instant she settled onto him, sheathing him tightly,
deeply, and he knew he was dying. This was the point of no return. It was as
though the tight wet pull of her swallowed him whole. Then she cupped his chin
and held his face again so he couldn’t look away from her shining eyes. Her
voice was like warm honey, thick and sweet, and he felt the sound of it in his
very marrow, in his very soul. ‘You are mine, Kennet Birch. No longer are you
your own. I possess you, body, soul and life force. Even in name you are now
mine, Kennet Lucian. You are mine until I have no further use for you, until I
have used you up.’ She gripped him hard and he exploded inside her and the
world blew a part into tiny particles and disappeared like flecks of dust in
the darkness.
* * * * *
‘Bloody Hell! Dr Allen! Doctor Allen!
Get over here. Now!’
Kennet inhaled delicious, abundant air
as though he’d just remembered how to breathe. Then he fought his way up from
under an unruly sheet to sit up on the bed. A woman and a man in hospital
scrubs stood either side of him, holding him, and there was chaos and someone
was yelling. It took him a second to register that it was him yelling over and
over again, ‘Where the hell am I? Where the hell am I?’ And then the bright
lights, the gurney with a body shrouded in a sheet next to him all came into
focus. ‘Jesus! What the fuck am I doing in the morgue?’
The woman in scrubs standing next to him
looked pale and her hands were unsteady. ‘Mr. Birch,’ she said, doing her best
to stay calm. ‘You were pronounced dead almost fifteen minutes ago.’
K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she, cuz otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast rout across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.
K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, books one and two of her Executive Decisions Trilogy are now available.
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