Letos, a notorious technomage, along with the other two members of the Triad must calm the people of Rodymia and prove that a new kind of government can work for a planet that has only known tyranny. As if that’s not challenging enough, into his life strolls Mirella, the enigmatic Bilarrian Ambassador. Letos wants her with an all-consuming passion, yet he senses deceit, and one wrong move at this point could reignite the fires of war.
Mirella has lived her entire life in the shadow of others. She is sent to Rodymia under false pretenses, never expecting to encounter her mate. But once she sees Letos, inhales his scent and experiences his taste, her heart will accept no other outcome than bonding with the other half of her soul. She knows he wants her too, but can their budding affection survive her deception? Or will the secrets hidden in her past destroy any hope of peace between their worlds?
Copyright © 2016 Cyndi Friberg
He lightly touched her chin, guiding her gaze back to his. “Bilarrians choose their mates. With Rodytes it’s different. It’s instinctive, visceral, and impossible to resist.”
“I was taught about what Rodytes call the pull. I understand what happens and what it means.”
“But have you ever experienced it?”
One of his arms encircled her waist and drew her against his body. His other hand pressed against the side of her face. It was obvious he intended to kiss her and her pulse began to race. He lowered his head slowly, giving her plenty of time to turn away. Her lips trembled, parting slightly as his mouth brushed hers. She’d been kissed before, but never by a potential mate. She wound her arms around his neck and increased the pressure of his chest against her breasts.
His mouth slid back and forth, inviting rather than commanding. She tilted her head and fit her lips more securely to his. It was all the encouragement he needed. He teased her lips with his tongue, advancing by tantalizing degrees. She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with his scent. Sensory sparks flitted across her skin, making her nipples tingle. He groaned into her mouth. Apparently, he’d felt it too.
Eager to explore the new sensations, she touched her tongue to his. He slid deeper, filling her mouth with his taste. His scent produced sparks, but his taste made her burn. She rubbed against him and returned his kiss as heat spiraled through her body.
“Do you feel it, love?”
Before she could answer, he kissed her again. His tongue moved boldly now, curling and sliding until she could think of nothing but him. She felt it. Oh gods, how she felt it. She wanted him now, needed him moving over and into her, filling the emptiness.