“I could invade the dreams and minds of humans. My strongest bonds and powers are with females. You can call it anything—cosmic, psychic, paranormal—whatever the fuck you want, but it’s there.
“My hunger for women was insatiable and the incredible enlightenment they possess became what I lived for. As our tribe dwindled, I was freed to go wherever I wanted. I know it sounds simplistic, but in this time, at this point, my reason for being is to fulfill my own needs as well as the needs of others. This fulfillment is what empowers me.” He leaned back in his chair, finished with his explanation.
“What about the medallion?” Alyson asked. She’d stopped writing a while ago, having set her pad down beside her, and was listening to him instead. He was mesmerizing. His hair still dangled before his face and his eyes were now a softly glowing blue, soothing as an ocean breeze. Alyson became swept into his story.
“It was forged from the gold in our mountains. The same gold the miners and the Spanish raped and pillaged our lands for. It is pure—created by the women of my tribe. To me, it’s beyond value because it is my sole possession from my past. That is why I need it. There is mystic power within it, but it is mainly to remind me of my heritage. The symbols on it were the same symbols the women drew in the sand in front of their homes. It was how they summoned me.”
With a sigh, he continued. “The women of our tribe were passionate. They were lost and had great needs after the devastation of their men. These women taught me more than any others during my time. For them, sex was not only a way to create, but also a source of incredible power. They shared their power with me.”
Alyson crossed her legs, gently squeezing her thighs together. “How exactly did they summon you?”
Leaning forward in his chair, he reached his hand toward her. “I can
’t explain what happened or express these things with mere words. Take my hand and I will show you.”
At first she was hesitant. This was silly. How could he show her his memories? But still she brought her hand to his and grasped his fingertips.
He looked at her palm as he began to wrap his long fingers around it. With a deep breath, he raised his head and caught her stare. “Look at me, Alyson, look into my eyes.”
Alyson found herself drawn into the now-blackened darkness of his eyes. Surges of unfamiliar emotions pulsed through her.
“Close your eyes,” he said softly. As she did, she began to feel as though she were slowly falling into oblivion.
He was taking her into his mind.
Chapter Three
Cheera
It was a dark night; what there was of the moon lurked hidden behind thin layers of clouds that dappled the sky. A woman, clinging to only her woven blanket, scribbled symbols before her home. She was wet from the ritual cleansing that followed a year of mourning. The dirt that showed her anguish had been washed away. She was ready to begin living again.
A crack scared her and she tossed the twig away, scrambling back into her home to wait.
Torn by her decision to summon him, Cheera had second thoughts. She knew what he was there for. He was sought as protection, not for temptation. Her soul cried for her mate but he was gone and the void he’d left needed to be filled.
Other women told her what symbols to use and what they meant. As time passed, she would hear the moans from their homes at night and know that he visited. She knew what was happening and it only added to her own desires.
Now it was her turn.
The fire raged bright in her home and the shadows flickered against the structure in a wicked dance. Cheera moaned as he sank into her body. The long lost feeling of closeness had returned.
He groaned into her ear. “Oh Cheera, you are so beautiful. Like a flower blooming.” His voice was deep, fitting the rugged and massive size of his body. Her body was smooth, her skin soft, and she flexed her pussy so tight he moaned in pleasure. The buffalo-skin rug below them softened the slow thrust into her over and over again.
Cheera wrapped her arms and legs tightly around his huge, muscular frame. She began to weep as all the feelings of loss welled within her. She had missed this closeness so badly that her soul ached for it.
The blaze was cold compared to the fire between the two of them. “Oh Pilan, kiss me. Please kiss me.”
Lowering his face to hers, their lips merged in a kiss of passion.
Cheera dug her fingers into his back, begging to pull him closer. She wanted to fill this void in her heart. He wasn’t here to take her away from the pain in her soul. He was here to help her forget the missing part in her life. Each plunge erased the memory of what she longed for. He fulfilled her needs.
The fire began to breathe in the tight confines of the dwelling. As he sucked in air, the fire dimmed then burned bright as he blew out. “Cheera, don’t forget him. He was your mate. But I shall stay with you until you find another.” His promise soothed her torn emotions of loss.
Her jaw trembled as he sank to the hilt of his cock, pushing against her so deeply she could have sworn he went through her. Sweat beaded on her flesh, matched by the sweat across his forehead.
He dropped his head between her pert breasts and licked the perspiration from her skin, all the time remaining buried inside her constricting pussy. A growl echoed in the hut. He was pleased with her. His eyes seemed to glow strangely red as he smiled above her.
Cheera moaned and with each hard thrust, she felt her body rise above the ground to meet him. She moved her hands along the side of his face. Pleasure so pure seeped into her soul. The painful scars of the past were washing away and she shed the layer of remorse like a snake sheds skin. With a harsh shudder, she screamed in pleasure.