Welcome to Week 4 of the Sisterhood of the Travelling Blog!! This week I am honored to have Torie N. James stopping by and giving us a excerpt from her work in progress.
Sisterhood of the Traveling Blog, Part Deux, Week 4
“Ho-how old were you when you…became what you are then?” Oh hells, her voice sounded all wispy and dry.
Letting his tongue play over the hills and valleys of her left hand, then right, he pressed a bit closer. “I was 28 the day I met Vivianne. Between the day we met and the day she died…only 2 months had passed. We didn’t have much time together at all.” He shifted again, keeping their hands together but now his lips were at the base of her throat, licking over the pounding pulse beating against her flesh. He could smell the arousal coursing along her blood.
“And I was..I mean, she was..what?” Each word was jerked from her. Oh good gravy, his lips were so warm and her eyes did flutter shut as his tongue teased a wet path around her artery, nibbling along it slowly.
When he lifted his head, his eyes were blazing with a carnal sensuality she’d always read about but never witnessed outside of a movie.And then that was only acting, wasn’t it? Pretend. But right here, right now, it was anything but.
He wanted her.
She wanted him.
“She was a little over 16. A child, really. She was ..ethereal, joyous. Headstrong but tempered by a lightly spoiled nature, despite her upbringing. It was hard to say no to her. Even harder to deny her any little wish. I was very..smitten. I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. Absurdly romantic, right?”
“Yeah…totally.” She could barely think with him looking at her like that and was a second short of hurling herself onto his body when the smooth, sibilant tones of SIL broke through the room.
“Alexander. I have two more hits. You need to get up here.”
The moment the computer had spoke, Alex had jerked back, rising up as he dropped her hands and shaking his head. Bri wanted to groan as the cool mask of reserve slipped back into place. No, she wanted to scream. She’d gone her whole life without one single pair of wet panties and Sir Knight here was giving them to her all the time now. Bah.
“We’re coming, SIL.”
No, but we could have been, was Bri’s errant and frustrated thought as she rose up the moment he took a few more steps away. She tried to be casual. “What’s Metal Eddie talking about?”
Turning away so she couldn’t see what he was doing, Alex bit down hard on his lip, letting his hand push down the pure steel of his throbbing shaft under his pants. By all of the old Gods, he was in misery. Blue balls was definitely becoming a permanent state around this woman. For the simple reason that he refused to make the same mistake twice.
“All those that Merlyn transformed himself have the same or vastly similar genetic code.We all share his blood.” As Alex spoke, he turned back around and motioned for her to follow him but moved ahead without looking directly at her. It hurt too much, it was like seeing paradise before you and being unable to even step into its light. They moved into the hallway, she was only steps behind him.
“A few years ago, after I’d constructed SIL, I programmed it to recognize certain characteristics that were shared by us all. Heat patterns mostly, coupled with structural diagnostics and navigational progress.”
“You’re scary, you know that?”
“You’ve mentioned it a time or two.”
I chose this excerpt for no other reason than it’s just one example of how Bri and Alex interact. He was born in a time of old ideals and had dreams of being the perfect knight once upon a time. Sabrina is the reincarnation of his wife and while there are some similarities, Bri is very much the modern woman who makes no apologies for who she is. I love the dynamic between them, that spark he’s trying to ignore and she only wants to fuel higher.
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