Maliuth: The Reborn Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Stormy McKnight
but the material was form fitting and his ass and thighs
were muscled as well. As she watched, he seemed to flex the various muscle
groups, showing off for her perhaps. Then he turned and she wasn’t looking at
his back. She was getting a view of his chiseled chest, stomach, thighs and…blushing
hotly she hurried to look into his face.
His eyes were a deep brown with nicely arched brows. The warm color
reminded her of melted milk chocolate. His cheekbones were high, with a chiseled
jawline. She would swear that he had dimples on either side of his lush mouth.
The lips were full and he wet his lips as she watched. Like the others in the
room, he had dark blond hair. The silky strands could be wet she supposed since
she saw what looked to be water on his pants and the floor around his feet.
She vaguely heard Ori asking the others to step outside the chamber. His
words barely registered with the blood pounding in her ears. Maliuth hadn’t
moved since turning from the mirror. They both just watched each other, neither
seeming able to move. Alea waited, unwilling to break the mood.
Then he was walking toward her. His eyes were drinking her in from the
top of her head to her toes, covered in material as they were and back again.
When he reached her in the circle, he tentatively held out a hand as if to
check that she was really there. His fingers were light as a butterfly as they
traced a path down her arm. The skin where he touched flared to life. She had
never had this kind of physical reaction to a male before and was stunned. His large
hand engulfed her, his fingers entwining with hers for a second and then
dropped away. She immediately missed the touch and was about to say something
when he grabbed the material of her dress at the hip. Feeling the material rise
along her leg she started to tremble in the circle.
Was he going to rip her clothes off right here? Would she mind? He must
have seen what he was looking for because he dropped the material. With his
hand level with her hip, he circled her in what she could only describe as stalking.
His hand burned through the material of the dress and branded the skin
underneath. First along her hip and lower back, then across her stomach.
Against her will, the muscles bunched and trembled. Stopping behind her, his
free hand was now playing with the thick fall of hair at her back. When she felt
his fingers brush along the small of her back and lower to feel out her ass
cheek the gooseflesh and prickling sensation that followed added to her
awareness of him. She couldn’t see his large body behind hers, but she could
feel the heat of him. When his light touch went along her neck toward her ears,
she suddenly felt like it was too much. She went to turn to offer a protest,
but she was engulfed in his arms. One forearm was pressed under her breasts, lifting
her slightly. The other hand moved to massage her thigh. She felt his hot
breath at the base of her sensitive ear. Her back was completely pressed into
his chest and her heart raced at the feel of him against her.
“Do not be afraid.” The timber of his voice was like a tuning fork and
she was suddenly trembling all over. Her breasts grew heavier and her nipples stiffened
into harder nubs. The moisture began to slick the cleft between her legs and
her breathing became rapid. The thumb splayed along her ribs moved slightly to
press into the underside of her breast. “I have never seen a form like yours.”
The thumb pushed higher and the hand on her thigh was bunching the material of
her dress. “So small in stature, yet so perfect.”
Turning her in his arms she found herself pressed face first into his
chest. He had one hand on the back of her neck and the other arm at her lower
back. Pulling her up and bowing her back at the same time, she was suddenly
face to face with him. Her breasts were smashed against his pecs and the energy
flowing between them was electric and stunning.
“I claim you as my mate.” He growled
were muscled as well. As she watched, he seemed to flex the various muscle
groups, showing off for her perhaps. Then he turned and she wasn’t looking at
his back. She was getting a view of his chiseled chest, stomach, thighs and…blushing
hotly she hurried to look into his face.
His eyes were a deep brown with nicely arched brows. The warm color
reminded her of melted milk chocolate. His cheekbones were high, with a chiseled
jawline. She would swear that he had dimples on either side of his lush mouth.
The lips were full and he wet his lips as she watched. Like the others in the
room, he had dark blond hair. The silky strands could be wet she supposed since
she saw what looked to be water on his pants and the floor around his feet.
She vaguely heard Ori asking the others to step outside the chamber. His
words barely registered with the blood pounding in her ears. Maliuth hadn’t
moved since turning from the mirror. They both just watched each other, neither
seeming able to move. Alea waited, unwilling to break the mood.
Then he was walking toward her. His eyes were drinking her in from the
top of her head to her toes, covered in material as they were and back again.
When he reached her in the circle, he tentatively held out a hand as if to
check that she was really there. His fingers were light as a butterfly as they
traced a path down her arm. The skin where he touched flared to life. She had
never had this kind of physical reaction to a male before and was stunned. His large
hand engulfed her, his fingers entwining with hers for a second and then
dropped away. She immediately missed the touch and was about to say something
when he grabbed the material of her dress at the hip. Feeling the material rise
along her leg she started to tremble in the circle.
Was he going to rip her clothes off right here? Would she mind? He must
have seen what he was looking for because he dropped the material. With his
hand level with her hip, he circled her in what she could only describe as stalking.
His hand burned through the material of the dress and branded the skin
underneath. First along her hip and lower back, then across her stomach.
Against her will, the muscles bunched and trembled. Stopping behind her, his
free hand was now playing with the thick fall of hair at her back. When she felt
his fingers brush along the small of her back and lower to feel out her ass
cheek the gooseflesh and prickling sensation that followed added to her
awareness of him. She couldn’t see his large body behind hers, but she could
feel the heat of him. When his light touch went along her neck toward her ears,
she suddenly felt like it was too much. She went to turn to offer a protest,
but she was engulfed in his arms. One forearm was pressed under her breasts, lifting
her slightly. The other hand moved to massage her thigh. She felt his hot
breath at the base of her sensitive ear. Her back was completely pressed into
his chest and her heart raced at the feel of him against her.
“Do not be afraid.” The timber of his voice was like a tuning fork and
she was suddenly trembling all over. Her breasts grew heavier and her nipples stiffened
into harder nubs. The moisture began to slick the cleft between her legs and
her breathing became rapid. The thumb splayed along her ribs moved slightly to
press into the underside of her breast. “I have never seen a form like yours.”
The thumb pushed higher and the hand on her thigh was bunching the material of
her dress. “So small in stature, yet so perfect.”
Turning her in his arms she found herself pressed face first into his
chest. He had one hand on the back of her neck and the other arm at her lower
back. Pulling her up and bowing her back at the same time, she was suddenly
face to face with him. Her breasts were smashed against his pecs and the energy
flowing between them was electric and stunning.
“I claim you as my mate.” He growled