Imprinted By The Alpha (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (The Marked One - Book 1) by Jocelyn Thomas Page B
Authors: Jocelyn Thomas
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breast, Elia threaded her fingers in Jasper’s hair and exposed her swan neck to him. His mouth seared her with his emotion, his love, and she rode him in slow, sensual motions as her lips curved into a satisfied smile.
They were the most ancient of lovers, and it showed in their perfect union. Elia arched her back deeply as he pounded into her. Her nails dug into his shoulders while his fingers bit into her flesh. He nuzzled the hollow of her throat, and Elia moaned his name in response. He guided her hips roughly against him, and the sultry sounds of their lovemaking echoed off the walls of their shared castle.
Elia clung to her king, and he to her, as their mating unleashed the one remaining shred of humanity within them. Elia bit down on his shoulder, still riding Jasper, and thought that their need for each other would actually outlive them. Jasper’s grunts echoed through the castle as he flipped her to her back with little effort and pounded into her sweet moist center.
Elia stared up at him with lust and joy, her long black tresses fanning out around her. She lifted her hips to receive every inch of him, and they claimed each other in a violent mutual release, Elia’s passion erupting a split second before Jasper’s. Together they rode the waves of ecstasy until Elia heard Jasper’s soft snore and drifted into her own dreamless sleep.
******
E lia awoke again a few short hours later to the pitch darkness of a Louisiana night. She glanced over her shoulder to see Jasper resting soundly against the silk fabric of their sheets, marveling at his ability to sleep at a time like this. The air was alive and rippling with the scent of the new oracle coming into her power. Elia knew they would have to travel to find her, but she would go as far as it took, not resting until the meddlesome witch either bowed to them or was destroyed.
“You mustn’t let her control you so.” Jasper’s voice was raspy with sleep, and Elia turned, lying against his chest. His eyes opened, and his lips held the ghost of a smile.
Pouty, she said, “I am not controlled by her, whoever she is. I simply refuse to have some child attempt to rule over me with whatever she believes is proper. I have one thousand years of experience that she lacks, and because one day her head bursts with more power than she can understand, she has the audacity to attempt to dictate my behavior.” She gestured around her at the castle in which they resided, which the outside world believed was nothing more than a gorgeous wedding venue. It was their means of remaining hidden to the world. “Look what we have, what we built without the confinement of the oracle’s petty rules. Should this be taken from us?”
She stood and paced the room in her barely controlled rage. “It should be us, telling her how to behave. I am more powerful than she will ever be. She should bow to me.”
“We agreed...” Jasper began.
But Elia cut him off. “ You agreed!” she snarled, whirling on him. In what society does the slave control the master?” Jasper had been watching her this whole time, and as she stared at him, Elia could see his rage boiling just beneath the surface.
They’d had this conversation before, more than once. Her beloved described her lust for power as unquenchable and claimed there was a time he’d felt the same. For centuries now, though Jasper had preached that, since they would both outlive all the others – the shape shifters, the oracles – it was better to live a peaceful eternity than a single tumultuous day.
It only pushed Elia to her limits to know that, instead of raging at the oracle as he should, Jasper’s ire fell on her shoulders. Elia refused to succumb to his way of thinking, feeling it weak and passive. Even now, rather than responding to her rant, Jasper sat in silence, waiting for Elia to calm down. He expected her to recognize the brooding silence for disapproval and rein herself in to keep from disappointing
They were the most ancient of lovers, and it showed in their perfect union. Elia arched her back deeply as he pounded into her. Her nails dug into his shoulders while his fingers bit into her flesh. He nuzzled the hollow of her throat, and Elia moaned his name in response. He guided her hips roughly against him, and the sultry sounds of their lovemaking echoed off the walls of their shared castle.
Elia clung to her king, and he to her, as their mating unleashed the one remaining shred of humanity within them. Elia bit down on his shoulder, still riding Jasper, and thought that their need for each other would actually outlive them. Jasper’s grunts echoed through the castle as he flipped her to her back with little effort and pounded into her sweet moist center.
Elia stared up at him with lust and joy, her long black tresses fanning out around her. She lifted her hips to receive every inch of him, and they claimed each other in a violent mutual release, Elia’s passion erupting a split second before Jasper’s. Together they rode the waves of ecstasy until Elia heard Jasper’s soft snore and drifted into her own dreamless sleep.
******
E lia awoke again a few short hours later to the pitch darkness of a Louisiana night. She glanced over her shoulder to see Jasper resting soundly against the silk fabric of their sheets, marveling at his ability to sleep at a time like this. The air was alive and rippling with the scent of the new oracle coming into her power. Elia knew they would have to travel to find her, but she would go as far as it took, not resting until the meddlesome witch either bowed to them or was destroyed.
“You mustn’t let her control you so.” Jasper’s voice was raspy with sleep, and Elia turned, lying against his chest. His eyes opened, and his lips held the ghost of a smile.
Pouty, she said, “I am not controlled by her, whoever she is. I simply refuse to have some child attempt to rule over me with whatever she believes is proper. I have one thousand years of experience that she lacks, and because one day her head bursts with more power than she can understand, she has the audacity to attempt to dictate my behavior.” She gestured around her at the castle in which they resided, which the outside world believed was nothing more than a gorgeous wedding venue. It was their means of remaining hidden to the world. “Look what we have, what we built without the confinement of the oracle’s petty rules. Should this be taken from us?”
She stood and paced the room in her barely controlled rage. “It should be us, telling her how to behave. I am more powerful than she will ever be. She should bow to me.”
“We agreed...” Jasper began.
But Elia cut him off. “ You agreed!” she snarled, whirling on him. In what society does the slave control the master?” Jasper had been watching her this whole time, and as she stared at him, Elia could see his rage boiling just beneath the surface.
They’d had this conversation before, more than once. Her beloved described her lust for power as unquenchable and claimed there was a time he’d felt the same. For centuries now, though Jasper had preached that, since they would both outlive all the others – the shape shifters, the oracles – it was better to live a peaceful eternity than a single tumultuous day.
It only pushed Elia to her limits to know that, instead of raging at the oracle as he should, Jasper’s ire fell on her shoulders. Elia refused to succumb to his way of thinking, feeling it weak and passive. Even now, rather than responding to her rant, Jasper sat in silence, waiting for Elia to calm down. He expected her to recognize the brooding silence for disapproval and rein herself in to keep from disappointing
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