Sentenced to spend the rest of his three remaining lifetimes in Nil, Amon Kalins is freed with the help of his Sidhe servant, Gethen, but now he must accept his life is never to be his again as the Council won't rest until he's safely back imprisoned within Nil's cold walls. Broken and nearly dead from his time in prison, Amon is saved by an Aeveren healer named Althea Forester. As a healer, Thea has served her people for forty-five lifetimes, never having a destined one and always knowing each lifetime would ultimately end with her alone. But destiny hasn't forgotten her.
Drawn to the seductive Amon, Thea quickly becomes a pawn the Council uses to trap him. Taken prisoner by the sadistic leader of the rebel group, the Soren, Thea must survive the vicious world of the people hellbent on taking her destined one away forever, and Amon must risk everything dear to him to free her from those who would sacrifice her to claim the bigger prize and return him to Nil.
Thea watched the man in front of her with fear, but there was something else too, something she’d never experienced before as a healer. She didn’t just feel sympathetic for him, didn’t want to merely make his pain go away. She felt drawn to him, and not only on a physical level. She could understand that after resting her head on his hard body. He was more masculine than anyone she’d ever met. Even after what had obviously been repeated beatings, he seemed stronger than any man could be. So her physical attraction she understood.
But there was something else. After only a few hours near him, she realized with sadness that she’d miss him when he released her. But why? She knew little about him, and what she knew wasn’t good. He was Amon Kalins, the escaped prisoner from Nil. She’d been warned, as all other Aeveren healers had, not to help him in any way. She hadn’t had a choice, though. His wretched man had kidnapped her from her home and when she saw him suffering before her, nature had taken over. Healing him had never been a choice but a need.
“Thea, don’t be afraid. I told you I wouldn’t let any harm come to you, and I won’t. You’re safe as long as you’re with me.”
The tone of his deep voice was softer now, but it didn’t make her feel any better. She remained fearful, her fingers tightly gripping the drawer handle behind her.
“You’re Amon Kalins...” she squeaked out as her voice failed her. The hard surface of the dresser pressed against her back when she attempted to take another step back away from him.
“The escaped prisoner from Nil.”
Thea’s body relaxed almost against her will. Each affirmation should have made her fear for her safety all the more, but it didn’t. Something in his voice soothed her.
“And you’re a tempuster?” This the Council hadn’t mentioned in its edict to healers.
In all her lifetimes, she’d never met any Aeveren with the power of time travel. Amon Kalins must be a very powerful man, she realized.
“Is it my ability that frightens you?” he asked in a voice she was sure was intended to put her at ease.
Thea thought about this for a moment and answered in a small voice, “No.”
His being a tempuster was probably the least frightening aspect of him. The truth was she was most frightened of how much she already liked him. She shouldn’t. She knew this. But something about him called to her.
“Then my being a prisoner from Nil?”
Thea drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m not supposed to help you.”
“Why? You’re a healer. It’s your gift. Why would you be banned from healing someone who needs your help?”
Thea was ashamed to admit that she’d never considered this question, not when she was ordered not to heal him nor all the other times those who dictated her power ordered her not to help another in need. How many times had she followed edicts and watched half-breeds or full blooded Aeveren suffer needlessly for breaking one of the many rules of their world?
The thought of her blind heartlessness made her shoulders droop and the regret she suddenly felt overwhelmed her. Sadly, she explained, “The Council ordered all healers to not help you. Under no circumstances were any of us to heal you.” As she spoke the words of the edict, she felt guilty not because she had helped him, but because for the first time in her forty-five lifetimes she’d truly lived up to her nature.
“But you did. Not that we gave you a chance to follow your orders.”
“Now I don’t know what will happen to me. When they find out what I did...”
Thea’s voice trailed off as she thought of how the Council would punish her for healing Amon. As she winced at the thought of her reprimand, Amon clenched his fists at his side. Thea saw the anger in his expression and wasn’t sure how to react. She was reasonably sure his anger wasn’t because of her, but something in him had changed.
“Are you in pain?”
Amon relaxed his hands. “No.” Slowly, his face returned to the handsome, albeit bruised, expression he seemed to usually have. Thea stepped forward toward him and carefully placed her hands on both sides of his face. She didn’t know why as he’d said he wasn’t in pain, but something in her pushed her toward his bruised face.
The swollen left eye had returned to normal, and she felt the gaze of his ocean blue eyes on her as she coaxed the pain out of his features. Gradually, the slash under his eye closed until all that was left was a faint pink line. The light purple bruises that marked near his jaw and above his eyes, remnants from a prior assault than the one on his last night in Nil, faded under her light touch as the pads of her fingertips softly glided over his skin.
Amon sat stunned by her unsolicited help. As she focused on healing him, she saw him study her, his breathing turning to shallow pants and sensed his desire when she saw him lick his lips. As a healer, she wasn’t gifted with the ability to read minds, but her power came with the complementary ability of being able to read others’ reactions better than other Aeveren.
That something inside her that had pushed her toward him now told her to kiss him, and she leaned in and gently pressed her lips to one of the pale black and purple marks on his forehead. When she finally pulled away, she saw his eyes were closed and his face was calmer than at any time since she’d met him the night before.
Her mind raced. Should she apologize for kissing him, even if it was just on his skin? She’d never wanted to do anything like that ever before with anyone else she’d been charged to heal. But nothing about being near this man was like anything she’d ever experienced before.
Unsure of how to act, she found it difficult to know what to do next, and words began to tumble out of her mouth. “I’m sorry...I didn’t mean...I don’t know why...”
Amon opened his eyes as Thea felt the color rising in her cheeks. She may have been saying she was sorry and claiming she didn’t know why she’d kissed him, but she was still positioned right next to his face.
“No need to apologize. In fact, there’s no need to stop.”
A sound of surprise escaped her lips and her eyes grew wide at the idea that there was more to come. Her heart pounded in her chest as his deep blue eyes stared into hers. Would he kiss her now? All at once, she realized she wanted so much to feel his lips on hers.
The feel of Thea’s mouth and tongue on his skin had been pure ecstasy, but Amon wanted more. He wanted their first true moments together to be the joining only destined ones could ever know. He’d known that bliss three times already in his many lifetimes, but he knew Thea had never felt the joy of a destined one before him.
Pride and possession grew inside him as he feasted on her mouth, so willing and ready. She was his and only his, meant only for him. Her lips, her body a perfect match for him. And he knew from his time in her mind the day before that she wanted him as he wanted her.
In a way he’d only wished for with other women since Sevine.
Memories of Thea’s fantasies played in his mind as he stripped her of her clothes, and she stood naked in front of him, her blue eyes sparkling with passion as she looked up at him.
A sexy grin came onto her face, and Thea moved backwards a few steps toward the bed. Amon quickly shed his shirt and moved to follow her, but she turned out of his hold and he found himself looking across the bed at her as she stood facing him, looking sexier than ever before with her silky hair flowing over her breasts and stomach.
Amon bent down and planted his hands on the bed. Looking at her, he thought about how good it was going to feel to be deep inside her. Lifting his left hand, he crooked his index finger and beckoned her to him.
“Come here,” he said, his deep voice edgy with need.
His cock stiffened more as Thea crawled on her hands and knees toward him, her eyes focused on his to show she’d play the submissive but not entirely. That was fine with him. He’d never liked a woman to completely play the role of submissive, which seemed just a step above the way Kiril used his slaves. No, he preferred a challenge—something to keep his interest and desire piqued.
Thea kneeled on the bed in front of him with her face turned upward. Gently, he pushed her long hair back to reveal her breasts and pearled pink nipples. As he pressed his lips to hers and slid his tongue into her mouth, his thumb played with a nipple while his hand tenderly cupped the milky white breast around it.
As reward for the gentle pinching of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, Amon heard a soft moan into his mouth and felt her arch her body into his. Her skin felt so warm pressed against his.
He’d forgotten the perfect pleasure a destined one provided after all those lifetimes alone. How one touch could ignite passions that existed with no other soul on Earth. The sweet taste of her lips danced on his tongue and made him crave her all the more.
Grabbing a fistful of hair, he tugged Thea’s head back and buried his face in her neck. The delicious smell of her honeysuckle shampoo filled his nose, exciting yet another sense and building his desire to a higher level. The innocent fragrance contradicted the passionate and knowing actions of her hands as they glided over his flesh to the areas that aroused him most.
Amon slipped his hands down over her back to the fullness of her ass and squeezed the soft flesh, kneading it with his fingers. Thea responded by raking her nails over the healed skin of his back, igniting a need that overtook him.
“Thea, I need you. Now.”
He pushed her back gently onto the bed and ran his hands up the smooth skin of her legs as his eyes devoured the sight of her pale pink sex. His fingers reached the desired destination first and carefully explored the soft folds that glistened with moisture. With one finger, he stroked her excited nub and then traced his way to her entrance, wet and eager for him.
Desperate for a taste of her, Amon bent his head to her and touched his tongue to her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her hands held him to her while her fingers trailed over the shells of his ears and the nape of his neck.
A second finger joined the first inside her, and he thrust into her as he sucked her swollen nub between his lips. She tasted so good—sweet but musky—and his mouth worked to satisfy the craving she caused in him.
Beneath him, Thea’s body opened to his every stroke and desire. With every nip of his tongue and sweet invasion of his fingers, she melted into him becoming his and his alone. He felt her begin to tighten around his fingers as the walls of her core signaled her approaching climax. He pushed into her faster, his fingers stroking her to completion as his tongue sensually flicked her hardened nub. Thea’s fingers pressed against his skin behind his ears, and he heard her mew her pleasure above him.
Seconds later, he felt her come apart and quickly moved to lap up her juices as his tongue slid inside her. He stayed with his mouth savoring her until she ceased quivering, and when he lifted his head, he sucked the taste of her from his fingers with the devilish grin of a man who knew he’d thoroughly pleasured a woman.
Looking down at her, he saw her lazily stretch under him, relaxed but wanting more.
“I’d like these gone,” she said as she stared at his pants through half-lidded eyes and tugged at them.
“As you command, my lady.”
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