Free The Allotter:The Threads of Destiny by Kimberlie L. Faye Page B

lazily blinking his eyes as he pressed his forehead to hers, all the while methodically rocking into her. The intimacy sent a familiar jolt to her heart, as if they were one and had been in the past. 
      They were locked in a sexual battle of pending release, as she dropped her head back against the shower, arching and thrusting her breasts up, inviting his watering mouth. His teeth gently latched onto a rosy nipple, tonguing it, which catapulted her into a shattering release. She screamed something unintelligible as her body quivered with her orgasm. He groaned at her release, ramming into her with abandon. His prior languid thrusts now savage in there intensity. His release was not long after hers, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as a guttural roar erupted from deep inside his chest.
      His breaths came in panting bursts as she cupped her hands behind his neck, trying to catch her breath. They stared at each other in silence, searching each others eyes. His luminous blue irises subtly dimmed as his pupils adjusted in size. Her legs still wrapped around his waist, Evie felt the tickle of something light and soft graze her legs and toes. She furrowed her brow at him as he cocked his head to the side, his look patient and almost…inhuman. Nervous, she tenuously lowered her legs, stood, and reached her arm around him to feel what had tickled her. Her lips parted in awe, as long, wet feathers greeted her probing hand.
      “Are you an angel?” she breathlessly asked as her hand dropped like a rock by her side. He smiled and chuckled as he shook his head no. He Stepped away from her, spread his wings, and let the long feathers involuntarily ruffle to shed the water from them. The silky down of the feathers expanded and then retracted, disappearing into slits in his back. Frantically, Evie pulled his arm, partially turning him to inspect his back. She ran her hands up and down his smooth skin but no mark or indication of feathers were visible at all whatsoever. Gently, he stilled her questing hands. She pulled away from him and his image blurred and then rippled before disappearing.
          Evie’s body jerked, as if she was thrown back into herself. Momentarily disoriented, she stumbled and then righted herself as she looked at her surroundings. Steam. Water. Soap. Bathroom. That’s right, she was in the shower. Sensation slowly returned, alerting her to the fact that she had a few fingers from her left hand deeply embedded into her nether region. Slowly removing them, she realized with acute clarity and tenderness that she had just experienced the most amazing orgasm of her life. During a daydream she had not known she was having. The worst part was that it was by her hand. On a groan of acute shame and embarrassment, Evie turned into the water and shakily rinsed herself. With unsteady breaths, she turned off the water and let the cold air refresh her body. She slowly lowered herself to a kneeling position on the tiled floor. What the hell just happened?
    After a few minutes passed, she stood and stepped out of the shower and pulled a towel around her, absently noticing how water logged she was. How long had she been like that? How could she have become so immersed in such an intense and sexual daydream? It had seemed so real, so familiar.
      It wasn’t as if this sort of thing happened to her frequently! The sex with Kratos had been so intense, it felt as if it had truly happened.  Pressing her palms to her cheeks, she let out a shaky breath, walked into the bedroom, and proceeded to rifle for clothes through the Armoire and bureau.  Pulling out a few things with a little more force then necessary, she was a little surprised and miffed that she was disappointed that it was only a daydream.
      Throwing the clothing onto the bed, she stood in front of it, gripping the towel haphazardly wrapped around her body. Shit! She just had explicit dream sex with a complete stranger, hot and realistic sex.  A