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Authors: Ann Mayburn
The feeling of Khilam’s strong hands holding her down allowed her to sink deeper into her
body. Thought became unimportant as she surrendered herself completely to Devnar. The nudge
of his cock at her slick entrance had her eyelids closing without conscious thought. In darkness,
she rode the flow of emotions through their bond as surely as she rode his cock.
There was no give in Khilam’s grip as she struggled against the power of Devnar’s thrusts.
He pounded into her body, ripping sensations from her with no mercy. His need for her pushed
against her heart, and she opened her emotions to him. Love poured into her soul, filling her until
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she thought it would burst. He stiffened against her, and his orgasm crashed into her, triggering
her own until she was caught in an endless loop. Above her, Khilam let out a strangled groan,
and his hands convulsed on her wrists. One crest would wash through her quickly, followed by
another until the world turned white.
Devnar barely rolled to his side as he fell onto her, both of them shivering and twitching
with the aftershocks of their orgasm. Holding her close, he pulled Khilam down to her other side
until they spooned her. Eyes closed, she luxuriated in the sensation of rough and smooth hands
stroking her. Devnar’s unique scent filled her mind and body until she could feel the beat of his
heart moving her blood.
Behind her, Khilam let out a breathless chuckle and rubbed his face into her long hair.
“Well, I think we can safely say I still react to Devnar the same.”
She made a sleepy sound of agreement and sighed as Devnar placed gentle kisses on her
forehead. The security and strength of his love filled a void in her soul so completely she felt like
she had been reborn. No more living one day to the next with only the purpose of existing. She
had a reason and a man to live for that went beyond all her wildest dreams.
“I almost forgot.” Khilam pulled away. She complained about missing his warmth and
watched the firm muscles of his backside work as he crossed the room to dig through his
discarded clothes. He quickly returned, and she snuggled between them as Devnar pulled Khilam
against her back.
“What’s that?” Devnar asked, and his chest moved against her face as he leaned back.
She turned and examined the small golden glass vial Khilam held. He stroked her hair back
from her face and placed a kiss on her temple. “A gift and an apology from the empress. She is
sorry for all the pain that you went through and appreciates your loyalty to her.”
“It can’t be…” She reached up and touched the vial with a trembling fingertip.
“It is.”
“Is what?” Devnar let her take the vial from Khilam, and his contentment was replaced
with unease.
“A baby,” she whispered and clutched the vial to her chest.
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“Or babies,” Khilam said with obvious pleasure in his voice. “Being that you will be living
on Jensia with Prince Devnar, the empress has given you leave to have as many children as you
wish with him. She wants to heal the breach between our people that Lady Grenba and Lord
Adsel’s greed caused.”
Pride and joy to rival her own rushed through her as Devnar processed the information. “I
love you.”
She cupped his face and traced the crooked line of his nose and the scar on his lower lip. “I
love you too.”
They shared a gentle kiss as Khilam made a happy sound behind her. Cradled in their
arms, she let her mind fill with dreams of a future where she would never be alone again.
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The Breaker’s Concubine
Ann Mayburn
Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of
West Virginia. In her past lives she’s been an import broker, a communications specialist, a US
Navy civilian contractor, a bartender/waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance
Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her
children that it ever happened.
From a young age she’s been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that
often was the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered
trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big,
wonderful, emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose
(throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle), she sought out books
that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else without using
cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of erotic romance, and she’s
never looked back.
Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into
her ‘sexy space’ and has learned to type one handed while soothing a cranky baby.
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