Wednesday 24 February 2016

#MidWeekTease Moon Borne by @RachaelSlate #beyondtheveil #paranormal

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Today I'm sharing a tease from Moon Borne, the contribution from Rachel Slate.

His blood thundered in his ears. Arsenius had been far too gentle with the Amazon this afternoon. Thereus was bloody right. Kyme’s buried passion burned hotter than Hades.
The way she’d fondled him, no timid female there.
This argument was far from over. He wrapped his arm around her waist; she gasped and
struggled against his hold. She slammed her foot on top of his and rammed her elbow into his nose. Had he not turned his head at the last second, she would have broken it.
He hopped back to avoid her knee in his groin, but his foot slipped on an errant bucket. Damn powder monkeys. As he went down, he swept his foot out and knocked her off balance. She stumbled, but he caught her and crushed her on top of him. He rolled them over and pinned her beneath his weight. His cock throbbed so painfully he barely registered why he couldn’t plunge himself deep inside her. She hissed at him like a little cat, her claws searching for any surface to scratch. He restrained her wrists and his mouth claimed hers, kissing her into submission.
Arsenius lifted his head and smiled at the defiance shining in those midnight blue depths. He was far stronger than she, but she was capable of hurting him. She arched her spine and threw her weight into a roll, slamming his back into the floor.
He let her.
She straddled him, but he still clutched her wrists. He tugged her down and stole another
kiss. Her teeth snagged his lower lip, drawing blood. A metallic tang glossed across his tongue.
He released her wrists to wipe at his mouth, grinning despite the pain. She leapt off him, but he wasn’t finished. Neither was she. She might struggle, but he could scent her arousal from miles away.
It was time to determine who was master and who was slave.
Arsenius rose to his feet and caught Kyme by the wrist. He scooped her up and set her on the desk.
She squirmed and hissed. He cut her off, gripped the back of her head with his hand, andclaimed her lips.
As his hand cupped her breast, the air retreated from her body in a moan. She stopped fighting him as he teased her nipple with his thumb. Her breath came in long, shuddering gasps.
He trailed his lips down her neck, leisurely unbuttoning her shirt and kissing each inch of newly exposed skin.
His whole body trembled in anticipation. This first touch was his.
Mine, the beast inside him roared. He closed his eyes, not bothering to correct that declaration. Slipping his hand inside her shirt, he palmed the delicate weight of her breast. A delightful handful that shot painful jolts through his groin. He lowered his mouth onto her other breast, suckling her through the linen. He gave a gentle tug and glided his tongue along the tight tip in slow, deliberate circles. She moaned and went utterly limp in his arms. He balanced her weight easily with one arm and used his other hand to finish undoing the buttons.
He pulled back before peeling aside her shirt, for he was unwrapping this gift of the gods. His hands shook with desperation as he slid the garment from her shoulders. Her creamy skin and lush feminine curves dried his mouth, and he swallowed hard. Her pebbled, rosy nipples perked, awakened by his touch. Hell, he could release in his breeches just from gazing at her. Coupled with the way she offered herself to him and…
Damn, he was lost. Coherent reasoning drained from his body as his fingers brushed her flat belly. He stopped short of her smooth sex, making a detour around her hip and down her thigh. His mouth teased her other breast as he had the first. No, devoured. As though he’d been wandering in the desert for centuries and Kyme was his oasis.
He growled against her skin as his tongue lapped up her exotic taste. His fingers roamed, once more circling where they ached to pleasure. Kyme arched and whimpered. In invitation.
As his finger slid into her folds, he nearly spilled his seed at how wet she was. He groaned into her breast. His thumb circled upward until he glided across her bud, swollen for him.
Without warning, she cried out his name, her body shuddering in his arms. He clutched her, his hands easing the last pleasures from her body.
“Damn, Kyme, you’ve got to make me work harder than that.” If he wasn’t so tense with lust he might have laughed. Closing his eyes, he nuzzled her neck and savored her whimpers. The way she clung to him as though he would guide and protect her through this new storm of sensations.
He eased his lips lower, desperate for a taste of her, and kissed a path down her stomach. At her middle, he lifted his lashes. A smear of scarlet slashed across her abdomen, blood from his lip when she’d nipped it earlier.
No. No! A thunderbolt stabbed his body. His right side flared as the markings penetrated his skin. Nay, not blood. Damn, especially not his own blood. He drew his lip into his mouth to seal the wound and slammed his eyes shut. Bloody hell, it was too late. His gut dropped as though he’d swallowed a twenty-pound stone. A tremor jolted through him, wrenching his eyes open.
Crimson clouded his vision.
He sank to his knees and roared.

Rachael Slate resides on the West Coast of Canada with her husband and two children—or as she likes to call them, her own little blended world. One of the best parts about sharing in her husband’s Chinese-Malaysian culture is definitely the food—and the awesome celebrations!
Rachael writes stories that blend the lines between mythology, reality, and fantasy. In her worlds, you’ll encounter strong, sexy alpha males and the capable women who challenge them. And always, scorching hot romance. To find out more about Rachael Slate, visit her website at  or sign up for her newsletter to learn about upcoming releases. Rachael would love to hear from you. You can email her or find her on social media.