Posted by Lexxie Couper on Friday, September 7th, 2012
Five for Friday time. Today’s first five pages come from Stone’s Soul, my first ever Ellora’s Cave release. Ready?
Kilauea, Hawaii Island, 1542 A.D.
Kale stared at the woman before him. Her glare, sharper than his blade, cut his skin. Or at least it felt that way. He’d known rejecting a goddess was dangerous—more than dangerous—but he wasn’t anyone’s play-toy.
His heart had shattered the night his sweet Lani and their baby girl died during childbirth. He’d lost his past, his present and his future and his heart had not recovered. Pele had come to him, promising that which only the gods could—to ease his pain and soothe his grief. And only fools refused gods. Or so he’d thought. Now here he was, Alii, High Chief of his tribe, no man’s fool, telling the volcano goddess it was over.
Kale studied Pele as he stood naked before her. She had taken from him, milking his body of orgasm after terrible orgasm. She had ignored his protests, insisting she was helping him recover from the emptiness Lani and their pepe’s death had caused in his soul. She’d used his body in every way she saw fit. And still his heart ached for a spiritual and emotional connection once had, but now denied him.
He’d had enough.
Pele narrowed her midnight-black eyes and rammed her fists to her curvaceous hips. “You scorn me, human?” Her lips–lips that had caressed his body with ravenous greed more than once—curled. “You reject me?”
Infinity swirled in Her black stare. “Then I was foolish to take Lani.”
Kale’s heart thumped hard and his breath caught in his throat. “What do you mean, ‘take Lani’?”
Pele laughed, the sound cold and cruel. “I took her life force from her as she squeezed out your spawn. I had been watching you for many moons, my Alii, and my appetite for what I saw could no longer be suppressed. I removed the mortal obstacle and her offspring.”
Icy numbness spread through Kale. “Why? Why would you do that?”
The goddess curled her lip again, disdain flashing across her impossibly beautiful face. “I share with no one.”
Kale stared at her, his blood roaring in his ears. Fury burned through his being. Fury and murderous rage.
“But now I see I was mistaken. Your body may be divine, but your heart…” She cocked a sharp eyebrow. “Unless you beg for my love, I must reject you.”
Fury clenched Kale’s jaw. “You murdered my wife, you murdered my unborn child and you expect me to love you? I will never love you, Pele! My days of worshipping you, of being your play-toy, are over.”
Pele’s ink-black eyes glowered. “You will not love me? I am Pele! The Volcano Goddess. The Goddess of fire. Your Goddess! If you will not love me then you are incapable of love.”
Kale shook his head, his chest a twisted knot of rage and grief. “No, Pele. I have loved more deeply than you would ever, could ever understand. My heart is capable of love, it is just not yours.”
The goddess laughed. “Ha! Your heart is cold. Hard. You are like a precious stone, just as beautiful and just as cold.” Her eyes shimmered, swirled with the life of a million stars. “Let it be as I say, then. Until you know love again, until your heart is hot with passion once more, a precious stone you will be.”
A chilling smile stretched Her lips. She lifted Her hands toward Kale. “A stone the color of your eyes.”
True and unending agony flooded through Kale. Every molecule in his body began to burn, a frozen heat of inescapable pressure. He threw back his head, his scream tearing from his throat.
And then, everything became still.
And was gone.
Jordynn Harrison looked at the small, dirt-encrusted stone in her hand. Something about it puzzled her. It didn’t look right. About the size of a walnut, its rough surface seemed somehow unnatural. Too concise in formation. She raised it close to her face, rolling it between her thumb and fingers, searching for clues in its texture. Hmmm. Definitely not igneous. Maybe evaporitic, possibly metamorphic…
A soft warmth spread through her fingers. A tingling heat.
Jordynn frowned. She brought the stone closer still, studying it intently. No naturally formed stone she knew of conducted heat without a heat source, and despite the humid mid-summer morning, she didn’t think the dormant Hawaiian Mauna Kea volcano constituted as a heat source. Nor, for that matter, did her fingers.
She cocked an eyebrow. “Odd.”
Without warning, a blistering heat singed her fingers, like she’d closed them around the molten tip of a fire poker. With a sharp and totally undignified yelp, Jordynn dropped the stone. “Ow!” She studied her stinging fingers. Long, slightly calloused and ingrained with dirt. Typical geologist’s fingers. Yet, despite the pain radiating from their tips, free of any blisters or reddening burn marks.
Jordynn frowned, turning her inspection to the hastily dropped stone at her feet. Gingerly, she picked it up. Small, dull and cold. Hardly anything to make her cry out like a little girl. She turned it over and over, gnawing on her bottom lip as she did so. Something about it looked…wrong.
She spat on the stone’s grimy surface and smeared away some of its crusted dirt.
A chill rippled up her arm, lifting the fine hairs on her skin and making her nipples pinch into tight peaks. Jordynn blinked, staring at the now dullish-green stone in her hand. What the…?
Another chill shot up her arm, followed by a wave of pulsating heat.
Her pussy clenched in response, as though replying to an unknown question.
Do you want to be filled?
Oh yes, please!
“What the hell?” Her mutter echoed softly through the silence and she blinked.
Unease crashed over her and she swallowed a sudden lump in her throat. Silence? In the forest? She tore her stare from the strange stone to look out at the lush Hawaiian rainforest.
And saw a man standing on Mauna Kea’s rim.
A naked man, with long, glossy-black hair and deeply bronzed skin stretched over hard, sculpted muscles.
A naked man staring at her through thick, black lashes with piercing eyes the color of wild limes.
Jordynn started, dropping the stone again.
The man disappeared. Just like that. One second there, the next, gone.
Jordynn’s throat squeezed tight. “What the hell?”
She spun about, searching the landscape surrounding her. Nothing. Just towering koa, choking vines, spreading ‘Ama’u ferns, a cloudless blue sky and the volcano’s rim.
Jordynn shook her head. Okay, so she was seeing things. Maybe it was time to head back to the cabin and take a break. She shot a look at her watch. She’d been collecting stone and mineral samples on Mauna Kea’s rim for the last five hours. Removing her cap, she dragged her fingers through her hair, grimacing at the grimy sweat slicking her scalp. Okay, she definitely needed a break—and a shower—after which she’d lay out what she’d collected today and begin to make notes.
She flicked her gaze to the unusual stone lying beside her right foot, frowning at the faint hint of green glinting through the dirt-encrusted surface. Green the same hue as the man’s eyes.
“Oh for Pete’s sake,” Jordynn growled before squatting down and scooping up the stone. “There was no man. Idiot.”
Slight, gentle heat licked at her fingers, tingling her palm, and she frowned again, stuffing the stone into her canvas specimen bag. A soft beat throbbed between her thighs—wet and insistent—but she ignored it. She needed a break. Really. She was on the verge of losing her mind!
* * * * *
His tongue lashed at her clit. Laved it with furious fervor. She arched her back, forcing her sex harder to his talented mouth as she fisted the sheets below her. God, what was she doing?
Getting tongue-fucked by a complete stranger.
Jordynn’s heart leapt into frantic flight. Yes, that’s exactly what she was doing. The best tongue-fucking of her life, in fact. She stared at the ceiling through heavy-lidded eyes, her body hot and slicked with sweat, her pulse a triphammer in her neck.
Fuck. The anonymity of the situation was intoxicating. Why had she never done this before?
Because you’ve never let anyone this close before?
Because you’re asleep?
Before she could digest the questions, the tongue in her sex moved to her ass and she bucked, a cry of rapturous surprise bursting from her. It echoed around the small confines of the cabin, bounced off the crude wooden walls and came back to her, mingling with the soft moans now slipping past her lips. This was not how she’d planned to spend the afternoon.
She shouldn’t be doing this. She shouldn’t be letting him…
His hands, large and strong and masterful, claimed her breasts, cupping each with steady pressure. She writhed beneath him, pleasure rolling through her like a velvet fog, clouding rational thought. Oh God, what was happening?
The hands on her breasts grew fiercer, long fingers finding her taut nipples with a pinch. She gasped and arched again, bucking her hips higher. “Yes.”