Free Sevin: Lords of Satyr by Elizabeth Amber Page B

ahead.
    At length, all was done. He straightened again. When his arm relaxed around her, Alexa breathed deeply, audibly pulling air into starved lungs. Only then did Sevin realize he’d had a stranglehold on her ribs.
    He enfolded her in his arms more gently now and swept her hair aside, displaying the small inked flower she bore there on the side of her throat. At the sight of it, his heart stopped and then raced on, pounding in his ears.
    Your beloved. You will know her by the iris.
    This was the flower their wine god had favored. An aphrodisiac to males of his kind, it had been used in Calling rituals throughout the centuries. He bent her back over his arm, one palm cradling her head. His mouth found her skin, pressed itself hotly to the floral design, marking her there as his.
    At length his gaze lifted. Beyond her, he met his brother’s eyes across the room, saw them glitter through the darkness like those of a leopard in the night jungle. They were both changed now. Freakish creatures of the kind that might fuel a human’s erotic nightmares. Bizarre anomalies, that in this century, dwellers in this world had brushed off as myth. Until recent months, when they’d found out otherwise.
    “You’re different,” Alexa whispered, skimming a hand along his thigh. He took her curious fingers and drew them to his hardness, naked in the gape of his trousers. He needed to feel her touch there. Wanted her to acknowledge the changes in him. Wanted to watch her face as she stroked him.
    Using her hands as if they were his own, Sevin touched himself, drawing her fists under his, upward along twin lengths from root to crown. The coming of the moon had wrought this change in him. Had gifted him with an additional phallus ripped from his own flesh. It strained from him, rooted only an inch or so above the traditional one branching from the dark thatch at his groin.
    After a single ejaculation, this new, second shaft would be gone again, only to reappear a month from now in accordance with the visit of the next full moon.
    His passions were on a tenuous leash, his body fully prepared now for all to begin. Both erections twitched under this woman’s touch, hungry for a more intimate taste of her. Aching for the soft, slick haven her body could provide.

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    S o the rumors were true! Alexa had seen the depictions of the Satyr in the museums, and had suspected as much, of course. But to see this for herself. To touch him like this. She gazed at the columns of hard masculine flesh under her stroking hands, mesmerized. It hardly seemed possible that a man—even one from another world—could change in such a way!
    Sevin’s linen shirt hung open, and the lantern flickered its golden light across the sleek, well-formed contours of his broad chest. She let her long hair fall forward to curtain her face from him as she studied the phalluses that jutted upward from his pelvis and groin, one set just above the other. They were barbaric in size and strength with blood-rich veins roping their lengths, and their fat, smooth crowns flushed a dusky red.
    He helped her to stroke them, and she knew he was mimicking the way he wanted to move them inside her. They were hot and vibrant under her hands, heavy with erotic intent, iron encased in sleek velvet. When he taught her fingers what he liked, she felt his body quicken, saw the muscles of his belly go taut and corded.
    Her pulse fluttered at the hollow of her throat and she swallowed a tremor of fear. Her single personal experience of carnal matters had been so painful and disappointing. She prayed this would be different.
    “Don’t hurt me.” Though her demand came as a whisper, he heard it.
    His hands left hers and he pulled her into the cave of his chest, his touch surprisingly gentle as he surrounded her with his body and scent. “I won’t. I swear it,” he promised. It was a low masculine growl, and one she somehow sensed she could trust. She nodded slowly, accepting his word. Her