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  “Help me,” she looked up at him begging with her whole body. “Please,” she whimpered as the encroaching noise made the hair on her neck stand up and shiver.

  “You have to surrender, Anna,” he said, looking down into her eyes with what she thought was as much pleading as she felt in herself.

  “I'm special?” she asked as her lips quivered and the tears started to fall again. His hand slipped up and brushed them away from her burning cheek.

  “You're very special, Anna,” he said as he leaned down and kissed the top of her forehead. Anna closed her eyes and leaned her face into his chest and sighed.

  “I surrender.”

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  “Oh God!” Anna called out as his mouth lapped between her thighs. She felt him, she felt him so completely as he worked her delicate folds in his mouth. His fingers rhythmically worked in and out of her aching body. She arched her back up from the stone, pushing her body to him, feeding her own hunger more than his. She had been taken through a door in the back of the library and led down a long hall to a set of spiraling steps. The steps seemed to go down for an hour before it came to a large wooden door. He knocked on the door, and it opened. He took her inside. Standing around the room were others, others like him. She could tell the difference, a little, now. That were so much alike, but each was individual. In the center of the room were the two stone beds covered in red velvet. On the bed where she expected to see Kat was one of the strangers. His body lay still, face down on the stone. Anna looked at him and started to struggle with her tears. Her stranger took her and turned her away from the beds towards the crowd standing just in the shadows.

  “Do you surrender?” A deep rumbling voice came from one of the strangers.

  “She has surrendered, Sir,” her stranger answered as he stood up straight beside her.

  “I wasn't asking you, Connor,” the stranger answered. “The bride must surrender openly before the counsel.”

  “So he has a name,” Anna thought to herself as she looked at him to see if Connor fit. He turned to her and took her cheeks in his palms.

  “You have to answer for yourself, Anna,” he said as he looked into her eyes. “Don't be afraid. It will be ok.” Then he let go and stepped back away from her.

  “Do you surrender, girl?” the stranger asked again.

  “Yes,” Anna managed to pipe out in a tiny voice. As soon as she did, the stranger thundered over her. His chest rumbling like Connor's had, but a hundred times deeper. The vibrations of it seemed to shake the walls in the dark room.

  “Say it!” he commanded. Anna shook but stood her ground.

  “I surrender,” she said, then stood up straighter and pulled her shoulders back. “I surrender to Connor,” she said with a sense of pride she wasn't really sure where it came from. The stranger backed down and stood against the wall. Suddenly there were two women at her side. Each had a small silver knife in hand and began cutting Anna's clothes from her body. She turned her eyes to Connor, questioningly. His eyes were already on her, and he placed his finger to his lips in a tiny gesture. She knew she was being watched, but his eyes were all she cared about. She wanted to make him proud. She stood up straight again and stayed perfectly still as the two women stripped her completely bare in front of the crowd. They led her to the stone bed and helped her onto it. As she laid back, they took her hands and extended them. Anna didn't struggle as they wrapped the leather straps around her wrists and then her ankles.

  “Oh God, Connor, please!” she screamed. The other faces looking on didn't matter anymore as he rose up from between her thighs. She burned to be his. To really be his, this time. He looked her in the eyes, and she saw the smile on his lips glistening with her juices. Her legs shook below him, and her hips writhed side to side. “Please!” she begged him more quietly as he leaned down to kiss her lips. “I surrender. I am yours.” His eyes never blinked but stayed focused on hers as his lips consumed hers. His tongue, the same tongue that had pushed so deep into her throbbing core just a moment ago, found its way easily into her open mouth. She could tell by the way it fought with hers that he wanted, he needed her, as badly as she did. His lips were still on hers as she felt him slide up between her open thighs. Their eyes were locked as the head of his cock brushed against her lips, sending a convulsion through her that broke the kiss. His teeth nipped at her lower lip as her head fell back onto the stone. Then she felt him again. She closed her eyes as the head of his cock wedged itself between her lips and slowly pushed. Anna's back arched, and her hips rose up to meet his and he plunged into her. “Fuck!” she cried out as he filled her completely in one hard stroke. Anna's body took control, and her hips bucked maddeningly under his. She had never felt so full. The sensation was overwhelming as she felt his hips push into hers, driving his swollen hardness into her deeper and deeper. She could feel it, every inch of it inside her. She could feel him swelling with each thrust. Her arms jerked at the straps as she sought to grab him, to pull him even deeper into her burning desire. “Oh God, Connor, fuck me!” she cried. “Fuck me. Please fuck me!” Her head lashed back and forth as his hips picked up speed. She could feel his balls slapping against her lips as the head of his cock touched something inside her she didn't even know was there before. She felt her body building, or growing, she wasn't sure which, and she didn't give a damn either. She heard him groan out loud. It rumbled into her like waves crashing through her, and she went rigid under his onslaught. He groaned and then called out loud to her as she felt his cock swell and then explode inside her. She felt his cum rushing into her like lava. It burned her inside but in a way that felt better than anything she had ever known. He twitched inside her, his cock spasming with each gush of fluid he gave her. Her body followed after his and erupted. The convulsions ravaged her body. She could feel her muscles squeezing against him as he tried to hold deep inside her. Her nipples burned against his chest, and her back gave way as she collapsed, taking him down with her. His heavy body felt at peace lying on top of hers as she twitched and grunted below. Her eyes fluttered and closed. Exhausted, she quickly passed out.

  Anna woke in her bed. The dorm room was empty except for her. She felt completely exhausted, and her body ached from head to toe. She quickly looked over, but Kat's bed was still empty. The silver dreamcatcher was hung neatly above the head of Anna's bed. She didn't know how to feel or what to think. Her body felt either wonderful or completely destroyed. Her emotions were torn between the ache she felt at her missing friend and the sheer amazement of what she experienced the night before. The only thing she knew for sure was that her ankle itched like crazy. She was naked in her bed and pulled back the sheets to look at her leg. On the side of her right ankle was the source of the itch.

  “What the fuck?” Anna asked herself as she looked at her leg. On her skin was a bright blue tattoo. It was a very simple shape that looked like the S curves on a violin. She didn't remember that happening at all. She didn't have a clue what it meant. “Shit!” she piped out as she jumped at the sound of her phone. She grabbed it and looked. It was her mom.

  “Hi sweetheart,” Meredith said.

  “Hi Mom,” Anna groaned out. “It's totally not a good time.”

  “Oh sorry, baby, I was just worried about you. I haven't heard from you in a few days,” she said. “Are you just waking up?”

  “Mom, you're awesome, but I can't talk,” Anna said and clicked the end button on the phone. She looked up at the clock. It was already 5:30 pm, and the sun was setting outside the window. “Shit, I slept all day?” she asked herself.

  “Well, ok then,” Meredith said to the dead phone line. She reached over the edge of the tub and laid the phone down on the stool beside her towel. She leaned back in the steaming water and played with the bubbles. A little pout on her lips as she pondered the brief call. “Well, I guess she really is grown up then,” she said to herself as she laid back and slid down in the tub. “I guess I can tighten that screw back up on the floor board now that I do
n't have to worry about who's coming and going at night.” She lifted her legs from the soapy foam and stretched them out over the edge of the tube. As Meredith's hands stroked down the length of her leg, the bubbles slipped back into the tub revealing a small blue tattoo on her ankle in the shape of two small cursive S's. She leaned her head towards the open bathroom door and smiled. Standing in the doorway was a stranger. “Oh, it's you, Patrick. You startled me,” she said as she slipped up from the bubbles and reached for him.

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  Dark Protector: Legacy of the Goddess

  Book 2

  Awakening Power

  Morgana Patrick

  Meredith's long black hair drifted down her pale back as she straddled Patrick. Her legs folded back under her as she reached down and grasped his rigid cock in her delicate hands. Sweat dripped down her leg over the small tattoo on her ankle. The opposed S shape marked her as a protected possession of the House of O' Sheahan. She held him in her hands and felt his pulse surging through the shaft. She could feel the power of it building in her hands. She guided his head between her delicate lips and watched his eyes, his dark open eyes, as she rolled her hips downward over him. As she felt him forced inside her Meredith's skin grew hot. The sweat dripped down her breasts and over her hard, sensitive nipples. She felt his hips push up into her as his cock thrust deep inside her. Their eyes stayed locked on one another as the rhythm built steadily between them.

  “Oh fuck!” Meredith cried out. “Fuck me, Patrick. Fuck me. I've waited so long!” Her arms curled up and her hands grasped her aching breasts. The pulsing nipples became locked between her fingers as a jolt shot through her body. Meredith's eyes clamped shut, and her head rolled back. Her pale skin started to shimmer as the moist heat of her impassioned body erupted. “Oh God, Patrick, yes!” she screamed. “I'm close. Fuck me, damn it!” Meredith's head swung back and forth as she clutched her breasts tightly and rolled her nipples between her fingers and thumb. Patrick's hands gripped her hips tightly. His fingers dug into her flesh deeply, and he jerked her body down towards him with each stroke as if he wanted to fuck himself through her lithe body. Her inner walls gripped him tightly as they pulsed around him.

  Suddenly Meredith's body burst into a brilliant blue ball of flames. The lapping gas-like light wrapped around them both and grew so bright that the tightly closed curtains could hardly contain it. Her tight steaming walls exploded in a quaking spasm around Patrick's intruding shaft. He felt it, and he knew. It had been years, but he knew she was ready.

  “Cum!” he barked loudly. His voice carried a trembling vibration that caused the blue flames surrounding them to shimmer and spread wide around the bed. “Cum for me, Meredith. Cum for me now!” His cock throbbed wildly inside her as his fingers dug into her flesh until his nails turned white. He felt his balls tighten and the head of his cock swell. “Meredith!” he cried out.

  “Oh God, yes, yes!” Meredith screamed as her hips bucked frantically down into his. She felt his head swell as it drove into her, and her body lost all control. “Fuck, Patrick. I'm cumming!” she screamed and then let loose a long, trailing series of cries. The ball of light, it's flaming fingers lapping intensely, curled around them and shrank with a brilliantly bright shimmer. Then it burst like a bubble on the surface of the water as Meredith's body convulsed so uncontrollably that Patrick leaned up and wrapped his arms around her to protect her from herself. Even as his cock erupted inside her and his cum shot into her again and again, his first thought was to protect her. He clutched her tightly to his chest. Her rock hard nipples dug into him as she flailed against him. He felt her body around him, inside him as much as he was inside her, and he poured everything of himself into her.

  As Meredith fell from her orgasm, she leaned into Patrick's arms. Then they collapsed back onto the bed, the last of the blue flames twinkled and fell around them like fireflies. She laid her face on his chiseled chest and stroked his arm gently.

  “I've missed you so much.” she said as tears started to roll from her eyes onto his chest.

  “I know, baby,” he said as he held her tight, his cock still buried deep inside her as they held onto one another. “I've never been far.” It was true. All these years, he was there. She would catch sight of him out of the corner of her eye. He was hidden in the crowd just out of sight, out of reach. But he was always there. “I've never been far,” he said again as he kissed the top of her head.

  “Is Anna safe, Patrick?” she asked him as she stroked his chest. “Are you sure she's safe?”

  “She is safe, Meredith,” he told her as his eyes drifted towards the window and stared out into the darkness of the night. “She's safe for now, I promise.”

  “What about Kat?” Meredith asked. Patrick remained silent as he watched something in the distance beyond the window, beyond the darkness.

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  Anna was curled up on her bed. She was clutching the silver dream catcher in her hands. She looked out the window. Her mind raced with the ridiculous insanity her life had been recently. Moving away from home and starting college had been the biggest change in her life. Or so she had thought it would be. The fact her sexually charged nightmare had somehow become real was a factor of college life she never expected. She wasn't even sure now if she wanted to call them nightmares. The once terrifying scenes of mysterious sexuality that filled her restless nights and fueled an ache deep inside her she felt she could not control had transformed into desires she longed for. Her body started to grow hot and tingled as she thought of the night before, of her mysterious stranger, the man of her dreams, literally.

  “Conner,” she said softly under her voice. It was all too confusing for her to deal with. The man she had been dreaming about for years had come straight out of her heated nightly dreams to take her body, and she surrendered it to him. Not just willingly either, she surrendered herself to him with great yearning and desire. Even now as she laid curled in her bed trying to comprehend the troubling events of the semester, her body burned for him. She could feel her skin heat up, especially between her sore thighs, where just last night she had held him so tightly, so intimately, while the other strangers watched silently. Her shame and vanity tossed aside as she surrendered to this stranger in front of a room full of people, and yet she still had no idea who they were.

  And then there was Kat, her roommate, her first and only real friend since arriving at Saint George's University. After an awkward first night when the two young women discovered they shared the same secret dreams, dreams that woke them both each night aching and soaked between their thighs with a burning lust. They had quickly become inseparable. Even their dreams joined together. They laid side by side on altars covered in red cloth as their bodies were ravaged each night, only to wake in their room together looking to one another for comfort. They had easily accepted the unusual situation and embraced it. Each was struggling inside with a troubled past and an emptiness that the connection between them seemed somehow to fill. But now that emptiness was almost overwhelming. The coldness of the empty dorm room was enough to even douse the normally uncontrollable flames that had begun to brew between Anna's legs. Kat was gone, vanished in the middle of the night without a trace except the Christmas gift Anna had given her just before.

  Despite the mystery of the dreams, of the strangers, turning into a lustful reality that she ached for, the mystery had a dark side as well. There was something else out there. Anna didn't know what it was, but she had heard the sounds of it, felt it chasing if not hunting her the night that Kat had disappeared. Even remembering the sound piercing the darkness of the night made her shiver to her core. But then there was Conner. He had protected her. He had taken her as well and made her a woman. She had to wipe away the tears now and steel herself against her fear. She was no longer a child who could hide in a glass of her mother's warm milk as the thunder and lightning raged outside her window. She was grown now, a woman, Connor's woman. And the tattoo she had awakened with on her ankle pro
ved it. She didn't know what the symbol really meant. It was two elegantly curved S's facing one another, inscribed somehow on her skin while she slept after her surrender. But to her, it was his mark, and that was all that mattered. She remembered what the one stranger had said. His rumbling voice still made her insides shake.

  “The bride must surrender openly,” she remembered his words and wondered. Was she a bride? Was Conner her husband? She had so many questions. So much she didn't even begin to understand. But what she did know was that Kat was gone, and she couldn't stand to be alone in the cold empty dorm room. She felt hollow and cold down to her bones.

  “I need a fucking hot shower,” she said to herself and rose up from the bed. Still holding the silver chain, the dream catcher pendant suspended and swinging as she walked, Anna grabbed her shower basket and headed into the hall. As she walked down the long hallway she noticed the other students. A lot of people just left their doors open on their hallway. She saw some people studying with their earphones in while others roamed around sociably. They all ignored Anna, though. She was used to it. She and Kat had quickly become outsiders in the dorm. The fact they were constantly together mixed with the nightly screams of illicit passion wrought from their dreams had labeled them the creepy gay lesbian couple of the campus. Something that the two of them had often played up when the occasional guy made an unsolicited attempt to get in their pants. But now that she was alone the fact that not a single eye turned towards her as she walked the full length of the hall made her feel more like an outsider than she had ever experienced.