WINGS OF DESIRE -- *EXPLICIT* excerpt!

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This excerpt comes from Chapter One...

“Oh, boy! I can increase my erection by twenty percent.” Rhiannon Kinsley shook her head and chuckled. “Stupid spam,” she muttered, clicking the delete key.

Stifling a yawn, she watched a rivulet of water trickle down her shoulder to her naked breast and over her stomach to pool on the black leather chair where she lounged at her desk. Allowing the towel to slip from her just-showered body, she stretched. She didn’t even bother putting on a nightgown. One of the few comforts of living alone.

Boredom pounded its way through her body. She couldn't even work on her design project because Sanders, her boss, had ordered her to keep her work in the office. He'd even threatened to send her to Workaholic's Anonymous meetings. Was there even such an organization?

“Imagine that. An employer chastising an employee for —” A sarcastic gasp escaped her mouth. “Working?” Go figure. Didn't he realize she had nothing better to do? Now she was stuck here, at home—alone—with nothing to occupy her time.

No one interesting was logged into chat tonight either—not even Cernunnos, the cyber-sex maniac. Not that she really cared. He was the king of cheesy cyber pick-up lines.

She couldn't help but laugh. Almost everyone who logged into Otherworld Chat had some sort of deity for a screen name. As luck would have it, her real name just happened to belong to a mythological deity. She could thank her Fleetwood Mac-loving parents for that. Then again, they had always been good to her. Rhiannon glanced over at the picture taken with her parents at her college graduation. Even two years after their death, she still missed them.

She minimized the chat screen to check her email and highlighted the next unread message. A mass of garbled words and symbols filled the screen. What the hell was that crap? Probably some ancient language or something.

She laughed. Yeah right, a virus was more like it. Her finger hovered over the delete key, ready to vanquish the unsolicited mail.

An annoying buzz reverberated from the speakers, startling her. She minimized her email and went back to the instant messenger program. Cernunnos had sent a chat alert and waited for a reply.

Wassup, you sexy goddess? Where u at?

Shaking her head with mirth, she typed back: Sexy goddess? You must have me confused with another deity. Perhaps Aphrodite or Venus?

I’m talkin’ ‘bout my Mother Goddess—Rhiannon. Another message bleeped across the screen. N-E-thing fun goin’ on 2nite?

God, how she hated those abbreviated chat words. “Apparently not,” she said and typed at the same time.

So, whatcha wearin’, hottie?

Yay! Cernunnos was horny. Then again, when wasn't he? Every time she logged in, he was eager to jump her net-bones. Not to say she never got horny, but she needed a little more than a steamy cyber-sex session to get off. It wasn’t like she’d never taken part in such an adventure, it just wasn't high up in her list of cyber-priorities. She figured a real cock beat out a virtual one any day. Unfortunately for her, three years ago she and her best friend Lara had taken a vow of abstinence until they met the right man. Definitely not Cernunnos, the wannabe Celtic Horned God.

Jeans and a t-shirt. Rhiannon fibbed about her attire. No need to egg on the ever-insatiable Cernunnos.

Wut kinda sexy goddess doesn’t want 2 have sum fun?

“The kind that's tired and wants to go to bed.” Jeez, would this guy ever give up?

I’m bushed. I had a long day at work. It wasn't a complete lie. She'd had a horrid day at work. Three servers went down, three people called in, and three others were fired. The rule of threes was definitely in effect today—if there even was such a rule.

Rhiannon, Cernunnos shot back. It’s time.

Oh great, Cernunnos really needed some release.

Umm… Time for what? A cyber-hummer? Rolling her eyes, she clicked the send button.

I am serious, my sweet. Time is drawing near.

Serious? She doubted there was one serious bone in this bozo's body.

Dude, you’re weirding me out, she replied, alarmed with his abrupt change in tone. It was like he'd logged off and let someone else use his screen name.

Beltane is upon us, my sweet. There was a pause, and the message continued. Our souls must join together to overcome the darkness that threatens. You must return. Your people need you.

Really, C. You need to lighten up with this chat stuff. You’re taking this role-playing a little too seriously for me.

Wonderful. Everyone had warned her about psychos on the Internet. Now it looked like she'd found the biggest one.

It is very serious, mo cridhe.

My love? How did she know what that meant?

Trobhad, he typed in a strange language, similar to the one in the email she tried reading earlier. Trobhad, he repeated.

“Come to me? What the fuck?” Yep, it was official! Cernunnos had left the building.

What the heck? She responded. Are you okay?

“Come to me.” She heard a faint voice in her ear. The sexy Scottish lilt sent a shiver up her spine, and her breath caught in her throat. An odd heat spread throughout her body and her heart raced—not in fear, but something more exciting and primal. She craned her head and scanned the room. What the hell? It was only her and her overly expensive computer.

A deafening crack of thunder shook the house. Damn! Where'd that come from?

Sorry, C. It’s storming here. I gotta go.

Have no fear, Cernunnos messaged back. The thunder and lightning will help activate the portal that will bring you back home.

I think you need to call a psych—

Another loud blast boomed, and a flash of light streaked through the open window. The lightning whizzed past Rhiannon and a blinding flash surrounded her.

“What the hell?”

She flew from the chair and crumpled into a ball on the floor. Sparks flared and sizzled around her. Heart pumping in her chest, she looked up at the desk. Thick, dark smoke billowed from beneath her brand new, state-of-the-art laptop.

“Well, there goes one thousand dollars down the drain.” She let out a deep breath, her heart still thumping a wild beat. Thank God, Sanders had her on lockdown. Otherwise, she'd be up the river without a paddle.

As if responding to her voice, the laptop's monitor flickered and glowed. The strange words from the email she received earlier and Cernunnos’s cryptic messages flashed randomly on the screen. She stared, hypnotized by the ancient symbols swirling around.

“Come to me,” a haunting voice called out. “Trobhad, mo cridhe.”

She crawled up to the desk and examined the laptop. Smoke rolled from under the keyboard. Not a single light lit up on the entire crispy mess. Only the monitor with its weird symbols and words glowed with life.

This was nuts. She shook her head in a feeble attempt to get his strange voice out of her mind. It was bad enough she suffered from stress and anxiety. Now she could add schizophrenia to the list.

“A therapist would love this.” She grabbed the towel that dangled on the arm of the chair.

“I’ll come for you, my sweet,” he whispered in his weird language.

Not again! How in the hell did she know what his words meant? Maybe it was some strange language developed by her subconscious to drive her insane. If that was the case, it was working.

“Sorry, C.” She let out a loud guffaw. “They don't allow visitors in the psych ward.”

Picking up the towel, she threw it over the conundrum that was her laptop. Out of sight, out of mind.

Forcing a smile, she padded to the window and traced her finger over the charred mesh of the screen. With a bemused shrug, she pulled the window closed and locked it. She spun around and strode out of her home office and mustered all the confidence she could.

She raised her chin. “Good bye, mo cridhe,” she whispered.

It was late, and she needed rest. She slammed the door behind her. She'd deal with her crispy mess of a computer tomorrow morning.

~*~*~

Cerne Silverwing drew his fingers over the mirror and closed off his connection to the human world. If Rhiannon Kinsley, as they called her on Earth, was indeed their princess, their kingdom was doomed.

He traced the frozen image in the mirror. Her hair, though red with curls, was too short. She painted her face like a human woman and wore clothes only a man should wear. However, she did look ravishing in those tight cutoff breeches and flimsy tops, but it just wasn’t done in Fey. She wasn’t faerie; she was human. And even if she were a faerie, her time on Earth had tainted her faerie spirit.

But tonight she’d come to the portal window naked. Tantalizing flesh flecked with drops of water, just begging him to lick the trail from the rosy bud of her nipple down to the hidden treasures at the apex of her thighs. He groaned, his member throbbing against his mushroom-skin breeches. If she wasn’t their princess, she was a temptress sent by Korrigan to lead him astray. Even with her Earthly attributes, there was something pure and ethereal about her. Such an aura could not be imitated. And she’d understood his words. Korrigan’s minions were not so daft to acknowledge they knew the faerie language. Then he’d seen the royal sign, the small star-shaped birthmark that graced her stomach.

He grumbled. All the signs, despite the deep foreboding in his chest, pointed to her—this impudent human who challenged his calling.

“Blasted elders,” he mumbled, pulling his fingers from the mirror. Rhiannon’s image evaporated into the mists, leaving him staring at his own reflection. The faerie elders had spoken. He had no choice but to honor their wishes.

A giant flash of light emanated from the center of the room. Despite the suddenness, he wasn’t fazed. “Maeve.” Smiling, he bowed. “How can I be of service?”

Maeve Windsong stepped forward, bathed in soft light. Her translucent lilac gossamer gown flowed around her. Long flaxen hair whipped gently about her face while her peridot-green eyes glowed with warmth and vitality.

“Cerne.” She allowed him her hand for a kiss. She was already an elder, even though they were near the same age. “I hear you’ve found Princess Rhiannon?” She floated above the floor, her iridescent wings fluttering with the breeze.

He should’ve had his wings by now. Since he turned ninety, he had been destined to become the prince consort. Alas, his destiny had been thwarted when Korrigan, the conniving Dark Faerie Queen, managed to steal the babe, Rhiannon, from her parents and sent her to the human world.

“I found a young woman residing in the human world named Rhiannon Kinsley. However, I should point out many people on Earth have now adopted use of otherworld names.” He chose to leave the bit about the birthmark to himself. He wasn’t sure the human-reared Rhiannon was ready for the battle that headed their way. When he brought the princess into their world, the entire kingdom would be consumed in chaos. If she proved her human upbringing, peace would never come.

“Korrigan’s army grows stronger. Soon she’ll have enough minions to attack. We need Princess Rhiannon—now.” Maeve fluttered down to the settee and lounged, allowing a shapely leg to dangle from the plush cushion. She twiddled her toes in anxious excitement.

He arched a brow. “Are you here to discuss the elder council, or have you come for other reasons?” He lounged against the stone wall and raked a hand through his hair.

Maeve’s eyes flashed and tapered to a gentle glow. “Belenus and I are now wed—very happily, I may add.” She fluffed the gossamer gown to cover her leg. “If I were interested in a dalliance, I would’ve shown you more than a leg.” She winked. “And Bel’s and my offer still stands, if you’re interested. One needs to become versed in the art of pleasuring a princess.”

He stifled the chuckle that threatened to burst from his mouth. Did she truly believe he needed lessons in lovemaking? A princess, underneath all that princess garb, was still a woman. Cerne grinned. And he was well-versed in pleasuring the fairer sex.

Her giggle broke him from his thoughts.

“I can read your mind, you know.” She flashed a wide smile. “Not that I want to know what goes on in there. But you’re correct, you are well-versed.”

With the grace of a swan, she lifted herself from the settee. In a giant swoop, she fluttered her wings in playful salute. “All things considered, as prince consort, you are expected to attend the princess’s orientation into the faerie pleasures.”

Maeve swooshed and flitted toward him. “It’s part of the ritual, you know.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “If you want to guarantee the princess’s pleasure, you’ll join Belenus and me.”

“I am to be prince consort. My only wish now is to pleasure my princess.”

Maeve floated behind him and placed her hands on his shoulder, rubbing in a slow circular motion. “I sense your need, Cerne. You want her. I can feel it. The time is now.”

“She’s beautiful.” His breath hitched as he recalled Rhiannon’s image in the mirror. “But she may be tainted.”

“The elders will be the judge of that. I’ve come to give you your orders. You’re to use this portal you’ve found and bring Rhiannon back. Your mission begins now.” Her voice echoed in his ears as she evaporated into the mists.

The elders had spoken. His journey had begun.

~*~*~

Pulling back her sheets, Rhiannon climbed into the vast expanse of the king-sized bed and luxuriated in the silkiness teasing her skin. Her nipples pebbled as the soft satin brushed against her bare breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips. How on earth could she be so turned on?

Squirming in her bed, she slipped against the sheets. Nothing would stop the warmth that radiated within her. She grazed her fingers across her rock-hard nipples and gently rubbed. She arched her back and allowed her hand to cup and squeeze a breast. The other hand roamed down her stomach and waist to the heat that radiated between her thighs. Soft moans filled the room while she stretched, stroking her clit.

Frustration built up inside her. No matter how hard she touched herself or how much she pinched her nipples, she could not come. Rhiannon grumbled, turned over, and opened the drawer of the nightstand. She needed release and she needed it now. Fumbling inside, she looked for batteries and the special toy she'd bought just last week. Now was the perfect time to try it out.

“You don’t need that, mo cridhe.” The whisper danced around her, enveloping her in warmth.

No, what she needed was satisfaction, but the lack of release was making her crazy—crazy enough she heard that sexy voice again. “Not you again,” she grumbled, slamming the drawer shut. “Go back to the computer monitor and bug a circuit board or something. I need to sleep.”

“Roll over, mo cridhe.”

“Stop calling me that stupid name. I'm not your anything, you...you...figment of my imagination!”

Especially not his heart. Great! She really could understand his imaginary language. Priceless!

Strong arms encircled her waist and pulled her back against a firm, muscled chest. “Are you imagining this?” He, whoever this apparition was, whispered the words softly, lowered his lips to her neck and nipped and nibbled the sensitive flesh behind her ear. His thick woodsy scent drifted to Rhiannon's nostrils, intoxicating her.

Perhaps she'd finally fallen asleep, and this was a dream, a delicious erotic dream—one she hadn't had in some time. “Whatever or whoever you are...” She tried to fight the desire ripping through her. Her body tingled while he stroked the hair at the nape of her neck. “Please don't stop doing that.” Her willpower shot, she rubbed her back against his chest. She might as well enjoy this dream to its fullest.

“Look at me,” he whispered, turning her around to face him.

Shoulder length raven hair framed his tanned face. Jade eyes sparked desires yet to be discovered. He wore a sapphire-laced tunic and a pair of strange grayish-tan pants. Despite his bizarre outfit, he was gorgeous. And, of course, he was in her bed.

“It's a dream, no worries.” She ran her fingers up her mystery man's tunic and pulled it up over his head, marveling at the magnificent piece of art that lounged before her. He put all the classic sculptures to shame. His biceps bulged and his rock-hard pecs rippled. She decided to be daring and traced a finger from his taut chest down the beautiful washboard abs, to the strange trousers he wore. Lowering her gaze to the bulge in his pants, she gasped. Her dream guy was well-endowed.

“Hmm?” She brushed her nipples against his chest. “I'm about to fuck you and I don't even know your name.”

“You know it in your heart.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and lowered her to the bed. His large hands kneaded and massaged her breasts as he brought his lips to hers.

She welcomed his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and entwining her fingers in his ebony locks.

“Cernunnos?” she whispered against his lips. Please don't be that crazy cyber-freak.

He pulled his lips from hers. “Cerne.” His soft breath teased her skin. “You’re hot for me. Soon we’ll be together.”

Soon? Why not now? Rhiannon's hips arched up while his fingers danced across her thigh.

“Please.” If this erotic dream didn't end up with some kind of fulfillment, she'd be really pissed.

His lips curved upwards into a sensuous smile. “I shall give you pleasure, my sweet. But mine will have to come later...at Beltane.” He parted her folds and brushed his finger against her clit. Her hips bounced off the bed and a river of ecstasy flooded her body.

He chuckled throatily. “You like that, leannan?” He continued to rub the sensitive peak between his fingers. Smiling, he lowered his mouth to her breasts and traced his tongue against a taut nipple, his hot breath teasing her tender flesh.

“Oh God, yes!” With trembling fingers, she worked the ties of his pants, wanting to return the favor.

“No,” he whispered. “We must wait.”

“I...I...need this.” She ripped open the ties and struggled to pull down his trousers.

With a loud groan, he helped her dispose of his pants, freeing his erection.

Her eyes widened, taking in the sight of his cock. Would it fit? She wrapped a hand around the thickness, running up and down his engorged length.

She moaned when he returned to pay homage to her clit. The moan turned into a gasp as a skilled finger slid into her heated core. He moved it slowly, as if testing its width. Two more joined the first, and he picked up the pace.

He urged her to lie down, dislodging her fingers from his rigid length. A loud whimper broke from her mouth. She reached for his stiff cock, wanting desperately to feel its hard, velvety length again.

Grabbing her arms, he held them in place above her head. “No. Tonight, I pleasure you.”

He kissed a trail down her throat and back to her breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and suckling. She moaned as his fingers returned to her clit and pussy. Rhiannon grasped the sheets in a desperate attempt to keep her hands off his magnificent body. His kisses traveled down across her stomach and his tongue traced a slow, seductive circle around her belly button and continued to move lower still.

She moaned and her muscles clenched his fingers while he slid them in and out of her slick tunnel. She arched her hips upward to meet each thrust.

“Please, Cerne.” Another loud moan ripped from her mouth and her toes curled as the pressure built inside. “I need you—”

His achingly warm breath against her clit sent her over the edge. He moaned softly and took the bud into his mouth, his breath teasing her hot mound. He rolled his tongue against it as his fingers continued to plunge inside.

“Come for me, mo cridhe,” he whispered against her tender flesh. “Let me taste your release.”

Her hips bucked wildly. She squeezed her eyes shut while intense heat grew and raged inside her.

“Open your eyes and look at me. I need you to watch me whilst I taste you.”

She opened her eyes to meet his. His deep jade eyes sparkling with desire, he gazed up at her. He took her clit back into his mouth and sucked and nibbled the tender flesh. Her body writhed and wriggled beneath him.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, watching him ravish her clit with unfathomable hunger. Her body shivered in an uncontrolled frenzy. Her hips bucked a wild tempo and she reached down to grab his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more.

“That's it, my sweet,” he murmured against her mound. “Come for me.”

“Oh, my God!” She shuddered and convulsed while deep waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Moaning, she felt herself pulsing against his fingers, the warmth of her orgasm filling her.

He withdrew his fingers and placed them in his mouth, licking her juices off each digit. Moving up the length of her, he allowed his rock-hard erection to rest on her thigh. Then he lowered his mouth to hers, letting her taste herself on his lips.

“D-Don't you want to come?” she breathed out.

He shook his head. “It's not time for the consort's pleasure. Soon we shall be joined together.” He placed gentle kisses on her forehead and each cheek. “I’ll come back for you.” His whisper danced along her skin. “Before you can return, you must accept your fate.”

“What fate?”

“A great journey is in store for you, my princess.” He brushed his fingers across her face, drawing her eyes closed.

“Mmm,” she murmured. She reached up to trace a finger across his chest, only to connect with air. With a start, she opened her eyes. Her dream man was gone.

Completely sated, Rhiannon lounged against the pillows and smiled. She let her fingers travel down to the wetness between her thighs. It had felt so real. She could still feel his breath teasing her skin. Even her lips swelled, as if his kisses had been real.

“When will you be back?” With a breathy sigh, she fluffed the pillow behind her head and closed her eyes.

“Soon, mo cridhe,” she heard whispered in the shadows as she drifted to sleep.

Soon, she thought. Not soon enough.

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