Page 86 of Birthright

I let my mind drift to the hot sex part and opened my mind to Jordan, just enough for him to see what I was thinking. I pictured myself bent over his work desk, with him behind me. Then I closed my mind to him again. And smiled.

“At least things aren’t dull around you, priestess,” Manus said and stretched out to take a nap.

Within moments, the door was flung open, and Jordan stood there, his face clouded with desire.

Manus jumped up. “I’m outta here.” He dashed off the bed and headed out the open door.

“I asked you not to do that to me while I’m working, Woman.” He had that sexy growl in his voice.

“You’re done early then?” I asked, getting up and heading toward the open door, trying to make a show of escaping him. I had truly tortured him a couple of times while he was on duty by letting him see my little daydreams. He repaid me with the fulfillment of those daydreams. He stomped up behind me and wrapped one of his huge arms around my chest as the other undid my jeans and pushed them to my knees. I kicked them off as he dropped his pants to the ground and removed his boots. He ripped my shirt off, then his own. Lifting me against his chest, he carried me over to the nearest wall and bent me forward, bracing himself against me.

“I left a little early. Things were quiet. But you didn’t know that.” He slid his free hand over my rear and between my legs, finding me wet and ready. He growled again. Damn, I loved the feel of that sound rumbling over me. “You’re such a little tease.” He pushed inside me as he said it. Not slow and easy but hard and dominating.

I closed my eyes and had to suck in a great deal of air. I felt his power rush over me, and mine responded automatically. I opened my mind to him, to let him feel how I loved to have him inside me, to let my pleasure mix with his.

I opened my eyes and glanced out the open door to my right. The ley line was drifting just outside. Recently, it seemed to be attracted to our magic as we enjoyed each other. It drew closer and closer. I reached out to it and it drifted into the room…to my fingers…

Jordan yelled as electricity sparked at the mix of my magic and the ley line's power. Things went black for a second and in the blink of an eye we were spinning and drifting through nothingness. He managed to pull out of me and hold me to his chest as we landed in a strange place.

We were standing in a small, cold, ankle-deep creek. The air around us was fuzzy with the silvery blue of the ley. The terrain on either side of the creek was barren, covered in jagged rocks as far as the eye could see—a huge field of gray desolation and stale air. The sand in the creek was soft, but if we had to negotiate the rocks, we wouldn’t be able to on bare feet.

“You’ve pulled us into another realm,” Jordan whispered, as we stood and looked around.

“Realm?” My heart started pounding. “Okay. That sounds bad.”

“A Demon realm, Keena.” He turned to me. He looked down at me and kissed my head.

“How’d I do that? I thought half-Demons couldn’t go to other realms? Hell, I’m one-quarter at most!”

“You keep changing the rules on us.”

“Okay…how do we get back? What realm is it?”

He ran his hand through his buzzed hair and shook his head. “No clue. This is a first for me.”

The rocks behind us rumbled and he spun, putting his naked body in front of mine in a protective stance. “Maybe Karackos pulled us here. I did touch the line.”

“Not good either.”

A booming voice came from all around us. “Jordan of Foras, I have summoned thee!”

“It’s for you, Dear,” I said, trying to trace the direction of the voice. Hearing him being referred to by his full Demon name did nothing to calm my nerves. He straightened, and his shoulders seemed to spread even wider.

Man, fuck I loved it when he went all warrior. “Your walls, Lover,” he groaned.

“Sorry, but we are naked.” I was trying very hard not to be frightened and the sight of his muscled back had provided a bit of a distraction.

The voice came clearly from in front of us this time, with a hint of laughter in it. “You are most definitely of my lineage, Jordan of Foras.” A huge creature moved up from out of the rock, as though he had been a part of it. We had probably looked directly at him and didn’t even see him. He was the same texture as the jagged limestone, but he took the shape of a very big man. His form was very similar to Jordan’s but taller, bigger, and covered in rock. Jordan looked back to make sure I was hidden from view.

“Your father?” I guessed from behind his back.

“My mother’s Incubus. My father died years ago,” Jordan said defiantly. “Why have you summoned me, Foras?”

The Demon growled. That sounded very familiar too. I suddenly had a toga-like garment on, and so did Jordan. “I meant no disrespect to you,” Foras said. I stepped around Jordan to get a better look. “Would you prefer a human form?” He changed as he said it, morphing into an eerie reflection of Jordan, only bigger and just a hint older, with longer hair. I heard Jordan take in a breath at the sight. “You have never summoned me, Jordan. All others of my lineage have done so at least once, yet you have never called.”

“I’ve had no need of you.” Jordan stood still, tall and sure of himself.

The Demon did laugh then, the sound echoing through the rocky terrain. “You have not, my boy, you have not. You make me very proud. Others speak of you highly in the realms. And now.” He gestured toward me. “Your woman⁠—”