Marcael: A Terraneu Novel, Book Five Read Online Free PDF
Author: Stormy McKnight
Terraneu? Would he take them to the Elyon
and torture them there? She felt a tremor go through her at the idea of having
to board that ship. She had heard all about her mad uncle and his search for
them. When her Aunt Catherine and Uncle Knaleg and others had escaped a
scouting party on Antilles all those years ago, they were warned that to be on
the Elyon was “hell”. This male radiated both power and danger. She had no
trouble believing that life on the Elyon would be unbearable if it forged males
like this.
When he squeezed her gently, she hurried to say, “They
are my brothers, we are triplets.” She whispered her eyes leaving his face to
look down his body. She covertly tried to gauge if she could reach his weapon.
After a quick peek, she hurriedly moved her eyes back to his face. When she saw
his questioning look she added, “We were all three carried in the same
pregnancy and born at the same time.”
“Such a thing is possible?” His face showed
confusion.
“Yes. Many pregnancies on Terraneu are multiples.
That just means more than one baby.” While he was distracted by the facts of
her birth, she slowly moved her hand from between her chest and his. Trying to
act as naturally as possible so he wouldn’t be suspicious, she moved her hand
toward his weapon.
“Little female.” He actually started laughing a
rich, booming sound. The vibrations from his chest to hers caused her nipples
to tighten. What was her traitorous body thinking? This man was the enemy and
she had to find a way to incapacitate him! “You are as easy to read as any
person I have ever faced. I know you are not trying to initiate a physical
relationship by moving your hand along my body. I have had a sexual block done
on me as punishment and could not service you right now even if I wanted to.”
Brennae stopped moving her hand and locked her gaze to his. Her mouth had gone
dry at the thought of this giant of a man trying to seduce her...or as he had
so eloquently put it “service” her. Thinking about what exactly that might
entail made her thoughts scatter and her eyes move to his mouth again.
Pursing his lips, he said with deadly intensity, “If
you try for my blade, you had better make it a killing blow. You will not get a
second chance.”
Brennae stared into his turbulent blue eyes and knew
hers were filling with tears of frustration. She slowly moved her hand back up
his body to rest on his shoulder near his thick hair. “I’ve failed everyone I
care about then. Can you please kill me first, I couldn’t bear to see my
brothers come to harm...and I refuse to go to that hellhole you come from.” She
proclaimed vehemently.
To her surprise, he burst into laughter. With his
eyes burning into hers he softly whispered, “Brennae.” He said her name as if
he was savoring a long drink of cold water. “I am not going to kill you. I have
spent thousands of years trying to protect your family.”
His declarations made her raise her eyebrow. “What
do you mean?” She asked warily, not sure she could trust him
“I have had time to study your brothers and they are
their father’s sons. I recognize your family line in them.” He turned to look
from her to her brothers and back. “You must be a lot like your mother. I do
not see much of Kniam in you.”
Shocked and terrified that he knew her father’s name
she choked out, “Who are you?”
Chapter
Five
“My name is Marcael.” He stated when Brennae asked who he was. He was so
captivated by her that he was surprised he had even noticed her attempts at
getting to his weapon. If she had managed to get his Un’bah and stabbed him
with it, he would have deserved it. The dagger of the Kings Knight was something
he had managed to keep all these years. It would have been ironic if she had
managed to kill him with it.
Dragging his attention to Brennae he was taken by surprise when she threw
both arms around his neck and squealed, “Marcael? Not the Marcael?” She
was
and torture them there? She felt a tremor go through her at the idea of having
to board that ship. She had heard all about her mad uncle and his search for
them. When her Aunt Catherine and Uncle Knaleg and others had escaped a
scouting party on Antilles all those years ago, they were warned that to be on
the Elyon was “hell”. This male radiated both power and danger. She had no
trouble believing that life on the Elyon would be unbearable if it forged males
like this.
When he squeezed her gently, she hurried to say, “They
are my brothers, we are triplets.” She whispered her eyes leaving his face to
look down his body. She covertly tried to gauge if she could reach his weapon.
After a quick peek, she hurriedly moved her eyes back to his face. When she saw
his questioning look she added, “We were all three carried in the same
pregnancy and born at the same time.”
“Such a thing is possible?” His face showed
confusion.
“Yes. Many pregnancies on Terraneu are multiples.
That just means more than one baby.” While he was distracted by the facts of
her birth, she slowly moved her hand from between her chest and his. Trying to
act as naturally as possible so he wouldn’t be suspicious, she moved her hand
toward his weapon.
“Little female.” He actually started laughing a
rich, booming sound. The vibrations from his chest to hers caused her nipples
to tighten. What was her traitorous body thinking? This man was the enemy and
she had to find a way to incapacitate him! “You are as easy to read as any
person I have ever faced. I know you are not trying to initiate a physical
relationship by moving your hand along my body. I have had a sexual block done
on me as punishment and could not service you right now even if I wanted to.”
Brennae stopped moving her hand and locked her gaze to his. Her mouth had gone
dry at the thought of this giant of a man trying to seduce her...or as he had
so eloquently put it “service” her. Thinking about what exactly that might
entail made her thoughts scatter and her eyes move to his mouth again.
Pursing his lips, he said with deadly intensity, “If
you try for my blade, you had better make it a killing blow. You will not get a
second chance.”
Brennae stared into his turbulent blue eyes and knew
hers were filling with tears of frustration. She slowly moved her hand back up
his body to rest on his shoulder near his thick hair. “I’ve failed everyone I
care about then. Can you please kill me first, I couldn’t bear to see my
brothers come to harm...and I refuse to go to that hellhole you come from.” She
proclaimed vehemently.
To her surprise, he burst into laughter. With his
eyes burning into hers he softly whispered, “Brennae.” He said her name as if
he was savoring a long drink of cold water. “I am not going to kill you. I have
spent thousands of years trying to protect your family.”
His declarations made her raise her eyebrow. “What
do you mean?” She asked warily, not sure she could trust him
“I have had time to study your brothers and they are
their father’s sons. I recognize your family line in them.” He turned to look
from her to her brothers and back. “You must be a lot like your mother. I do
not see much of Kniam in you.”
Shocked and terrified that he knew her father’s name
she choked out, “Who are you?”
Chapter
Five
“My name is Marcael.” He stated when Brennae asked who he was. He was so
captivated by her that he was surprised he had even noticed her attempts at
getting to his weapon. If she had managed to get his Un’bah and stabbed him
with it, he would have deserved it. The dagger of the Kings Knight was something
he had managed to keep all these years. It would have been ironic if she had
managed to kill him with it.
Dragging his attention to Brennae he was taken by surprise when she threw
both arms around his neck and squealed, “Marcael? Not the Marcael?” She
was