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her body was on fire. Her loins ached
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with an violent longing to feel him inside her most intimate places.
His hand closed upon her breast and his lips upon the opposite nipple. It felt
so much more intense than when she played with herself. She moaned. Malthus
undressed her, kissing and licking as he went.
She pressed against him as they slipped to the floor.
Malthus opened his pants, and lifted his maleness free, but otherwise did not
bother to undress. He loomed above her, spreading her legs with his hands on
the insides of her thighs.
His member looked so huge and long, that Larena wondered how he could possibly
get all of it in without hurting her. She started to pull away from Malthus,
but that buzzing came again in her head and she forgot everything except
wanting him.
His member bumped her clit tantalizing her. "Your cock is huge."
"Shall I put it in?" A victorious sneer spread across
Malthus' face.
"Yes."
The flush of desire burning in Larena's cheeks vanished as she screamed in
terror when Malthus' fangs plunged into her neck. She stilled beneath him, her
eyes dulling, and barely felt it when Malthus ripped away her maidenhead.
* * * *
Brother Malcolm hesitated with his fist raised to knock on the front door of
the great house. The hour was late, and the family had most likely gone to
their beds, but Malcolm had
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come too far and on too urgent a matter not to go the final steps.
Malcolm banged upon the door with all the courage he could put into it.
The door opened and an aged wolf in russet homespun held up a lantern to
compensate for his worn old eyes. "The hour is late, Brother."
"I'm Brother Malcolm from the monastery at St. Albans in
MacLachlan. It is urgent that I speak with Kynyr Maguire. I
have a message for him."
Henry nodded. "If you'll follow me to the kitchen, I'll put on a pot of tea
and wake the Master."
Brother Malcolm marveled at the wonderful house as
Henry led him from the foyer, down a short hallway and into the kitchen.
It had nicely finished cabinets, a cast iron stove imported from Iradrim,
polished counters, and a large table with a bright tablecloth in spring
patterns.
Henry lit the wood in the stove, filled a kettle with water, and put it on to
heat. Then he left, soon returning with a large, red-haired lycan who radiated
quiet dignity and steady confidence.
"Master Maguire?"
The newcomer shook his head. "Trevor Sinclair, Kynyr's uncle. If it's urgent
enough to drag my nephew out of bed, it's urgent enough to rouse the family."
"Oh, right. Yes, it is. It's very urgent. I've been walking for weeks to get
here."
* * * *
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The joys of anticipated matrimony filled the young couple with delight. Kady
had teased and playfully resisted for close to an hour before Kynyr managed to
get her clothes off. He lay half atop her, sucking her nipple, and playing
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with her clit.
A knock at the door caused him to freeze, and disappointment sank his ship as
Kady shoved him off her.
"I'm coming." Kady snatched on a robe, and padded to the door. "What is it,
Mary?"
Kynyr rolled up in the blankets with a sigh, trying to catch what they were
saying.
Kady turned and closed the door, her expression tight.
"Get dressed. There's trouble."
Although she would not have noticeable swelling from her pregnancy for some
months yet, Kady had begun wearing her blades on her arms and a modified
harness for her sword to get used to the feel of them. She dressed and settled
her weapons in place.
Kynyr followed her lead, dressed, and armed himself.
Then they went downstairs together.
They found all of the adults awake and gathered in the kitchen: Trevor, Mary,
Iollen and Aghavie, Fychan and Henry.
An aura of expectancy lay over the room.
An unopened letter lay in the center of the table near a
Willodarian monk.
"I'm Kynyr Maguire, Brother?"
"Malcolm. I'm from the Monastery of St. Albans in
MacLachlan."
"You're a long way from home, Brother Malcolm."
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"Yes, I am. It took me weeks to get here. I've been searching for you all
over. I had no idea you were in
Wolffgard."
Kynyr caught Trevor's eye and received a shrug indicating his uncle knew
nothing at all yet. "How's that?"
"The letter is from Amos Raggat. He asked Jordi MacFie to get it to you."
Trevor opened his mouth to interpose a question and closed it again at Kynyr's
gesture.
"Go on."
"Jordi's dead. That's why I didn't know where to take it."
Kynyr got that ice and steel look in his eyes that Kady was beginning to
recognize. He dragged the letter over. "Who killed Jordi?"
"The enemy pursued him to his brother's home and shot him."
"What enemy?"
"Sa'necari. There are sa'necari in Hell's Widow. Fergus
MacFie was raising the clan to take an army up there when I
left."
Trevor frowned his skepticism. "You think they'll really go?
MacLachlan hasn't ventured beyond their borders in force in over two hundred
years."
"No idea." Kynyr opened the letter and read it.
Kynyr Maguire, The sa'necari are expanding their control of Hell's Widow.
One of them, Alexander Jondries, rited my little Sainy. They are operating out
of the Green Sheaf warehouse. Their leader is Heironim Traxton. Please, come
soon.
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