Kelpies Don't Fly

 Book #5

Critter wrangler rule #15: Always look a gift horse in the mouth. And if it has sharp teeth, never, never get on its back.

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“You know,” I rasped in his ear as his hands skimmed between my thighs. “If you let it, the keening can be really intimate.”

“How?”

“Like this.” I uncoiled just a finger of my magic and let it touch his.

He flinched like I’d jolted him with two-hundred milliamps of electricity.

“It’s ok,” I soothed. “Let it happen. You’re safe here. Let me touch you. All of you.”

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. I draped him in my magic, let it run down his back in an intimate caress. A rough animal sound rumbled up from his chest. His next kiss was fierce.

We tumbled off the chair. The ground was warm underneath me. Terra cradled us.

Mason shucked off his shirt and pants and straddled me. I stared up at him. The moon glinted behind his head, wreathing him in a silver halo. My fingers trailed over the hard line of his chest and down…and down some more, pushing just an iota of magic with the touch.

“Do that again,” he said gruffly. And so I gave Mason his first lesson in mastering the keening.

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