THE SOFT EDGE OF MIDNIGHT
After a horrible ordeal and lengthy captivity, Illori Swain is resigned to wither her life away in loneliness. Then she meets Karsten Morris, a male unicorn she has been searching for, the other half of her soul.
A man of worth and a stallion of breeding, Karsten Morris sees Illori as his salvation, the love he’s searched for all his life. The luck and light that rule their existence finally bring them together, but everything worthwhile is tested, and fate isn’t against making the good suffer.
After escaping her captivity, free from the bonds of hell that held her, Illori is now hunted by two of Hell’s minions.
One, Sammael, a fallen angel with one foot in Heaven, is set on the scent by Lucifer himself. The other, Nybras, is a devil vying for Sammael’s job. Nybras will stop at nothing to get what he thinks he deserves.
When the devil cheats to gain his prize, Sammael must join forces with Karsten to save the mare Illori to make sure the balance of the verses are not compromised.
He scented the air once more, and the smell was too pure to be a half-breed. After all this time? Now when he was at his lowest? He turned heel and followed, not sure which she was. The scents of the perfume the others wore were getting in the way of the sweet, pure cloying scent he desired with every fiber of his Unicorn soul.
They broke off a block down, and it was only then that he could single the mare out. Tall, leggy, long blonde hair with strawberry streaks through the back, and a scent that floored him. His cock ached and pulsed behind the zipper of his pants. His body knew, and it raged to take her. What a lone mare was doing inat the same time as he was couldn’t be put off as anything but pure damn luck, and it seemed it was finally with him. He followed close enough to scent her, to keep that devastatingly amazing smell in his nostrils, but not so close to spook her. The last thing he needed was to lose her.
She turned and went into a small sweet shop, and he grinned. She has a sweet tooth? Well, we will have to see just what kind of sweets she craves, won’t we? His mind was awash with sensation, and he fought the urge to follow her and lost. The mare might be his mate. After all this time, a mate.
Resigning to meet her, he walked into the shop a minute after her and watched her, seeing her gravitate toward the licorice. Karsten grinned as she picked up a package of red laces and sour punch straws. So, she likes it sweet, eh? Bet she tastes like she smells, all sugary.
His heart thudded in his chest, and instinct guided him. He went to her with a sincere smile on his face. He went up behind her and inhaled her scent once more, finally speaking into her ear, over her shoulder. “Sweet tooth? All that sugar is bad for your teeth, love, though I bet it makes you taste amazing.”
She jumped startled, nearly dropping the bag. Recovering, she turned quickly to face him, her eyes wide as they darted over him. She took a deep breath, scenting the air. “I...” She blinked at him.
“Name’s Karsten, and yours?”
“Illori,” she provided, looking him over once more.
“Illori.” He breathed her name. She was it, a mare, in her full power, and still a virgin. She was ripe for him, just for him. His instinct and propriety warred within him. Instinct told him to seduce her and mark her, to make them both complete. His propriety demanded he not accost her in a sweet shop. He listened to the latter. There was plenty of time for the former once she realized what he was. “Beautiful name for a beautiful mare,” he said low and growling, lust lacing his voice. His body was a taut string, and everything he was reacted to her and her nearness.
She yelped, fearfully taking a step back as if trying to figure out just what he was. She avoided his eyes submissively, her breathing hard. She clearly liked his scent. “I’m not sure what you mean... Karsten.”
“Oh, Illori, I think you know exactly what I mean, though I bet you have never encountered a stallion before. At least I hope you haven’t.” She wasn’t marked and her purity was still in tact. If she’d met a stallion before, then the man was truly a fool for letting such a beauty slip away. He grinned and nodded. “Forgive me, I fear I might be scaring you. My name is Karsten Morris, and you are a sight for sore eyes.”
Her breath caught in her throat, and she shook her head. Her hair fanned around her, releasing more of her scent to him. She met his eyes with a gasp. “Truly?” she asked, stepping into him. She placed her nose to his neck and inhaled deeply, which drew a moan from her.
“Your body knows it’s true, trust me.” He smiled at her and took the candy from her hands. “Let's get this paid for and go somewhere and talk, okay?” he said in a low voice, though talking was the last thing on his mind. Getting the mare under him, marking her, that was all he saw in his head. His cock twitched in its prison, and trying everything in his power to retain composure, he ignored it.
She smiled shakily at him. “Okay.”
He touched her face, feeling the prickle of energy that said she was special to him, that she could be one of his. He turned and went to the counter, picking up the candy, along with a can of vanilla frosting with the fancy tip. Karsten was nothing if not opportunistic, but he didn’t let the mare see what he was doing. The clerk packaged everything, and Karsten paid for it. Turning back to Illori, in a partial daze, he smiled. Per courtship, it was up to her to make the next move.
“Somewhere to talk?” she suggested, coming out of her thoughts. “The green’s pretty this time of year, but it is cold. We could go for coffee, but lunchtime’s over, so we wouldn’t gain much privacy. My apartment’s close by, if you want to go there? It wouldn’t be too long a walk.”
Yes, her apartment. His mind ran through a hundred different things he could do to her in her apartment, all with the same ending, her naked, sweaty, and wearing his mark.
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