Octavia's Time [The Klawinken] (Siren Publishing Allure)

The Klawinken

Octavia’s Time

Octavia‘s body is on fire from the vivid dreams of erotic lovemaking that come to her night after night. Lustful thoughts are driving her crazy, making her do things that she would have never done before. She has been warned that when she turned twenty-one her desires would increase until she had no choice but to follow her body’s call to couple with her one true mate. A warning she had been told to ignore as the psychotic ramblings of a grandmother suffering from dementia.

However, now she has been confronted by a man who not only says he is her one true mate, but that she is not entirely human. He calls her Klawinken. Everything she has ever known rebels against what he says is her destiny. Can she find the strength to deny her dreams and the man that makes her crave his touch like no other?

Genre:
Contemporary, Paranormal
Length:
22,787 words
 

The Klawinken

Natalie Rosewood

EROTIC ROMANCE

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OCTAVIA’S TIME

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The Klawinken 1

NATALIE ROSEWOOD

Copyright © 2011

Octavia lay blindfolded and naked against a cold, hard floor. Her arms had been pulled above her head and her legs spread wide apart by leather straps that held her wrists and ankles in place. She was completely exposed and vulnerable to the man she knew was watching her. Even without being able to see him, she sensed his presence and wished for him to use her in the most obscene ways. As if reading her mind, she heard his laugh close the distance between them, mocking her before his breath covered her lips, opening them with his tongue. He lowered his muscled body on top of hers to rub his long, hard cock against her stomach as his kiss deepened to suck out what little breath she had left. She ached to have him inside her but knew he was not ready to satisfy her yet. He moved away from her. She whimpered, not wanting his body or lips to leave her own. If she wasn’t bound, she would have followed him, but her body was not hers to control.

From behind her, a woman’s voice whispered, “Listen, and know that I am the one that gives him pleasure, not you.”

Soft moans and suckling noises confirmed the man she desired was being taken into the mouth of another. She cried out in anguish. Why was he not allowing her to pleasure him? It was agony, lying there helpless to do anything but listen to the woman’s sensual moan of gratification as she pleasured the man that filled Octavia’s dreams. She heard his groan of release, followed by the warm splash of his seed that covered her pussy, her breasts, and her stomach. Too quickly, a small warm tongue licked all traces of him from her body. She arched her back in defiance, hating this woman. Small teeth latched onto one of her nubs painfully, pulling it hard. She whimpered.

“Bitch,” the woman whispered into her ear before Octavia heard the sharp sound of a slap, followed by a feminine yelp. She hoped her tormentor’s retreating ass had felt the sting of the man’s displeasure. More than likely, her heart dropped, it was a reward for licking his cum from her body with such thoroughness.

Finally, she felt him kneel between her legs. She tugged at the restraints for release, arching her body, forcing her breasts outward. She felt her pussy gush when he reached down to stroke her inner thighs that were already wet with her juices. She moaned, biting her lip, practically drawing blood when his fingers worked their own kind of exquisite torture by parting her outer and then inner labia. He twisted her puffy little clit gently between his thumb and index finger. She responded with a groan. “Please make me come for you,” she begged. This form of lovemaking tantalized her every sense. The unknown stranger who came to her when she slept knew her body’s needs better than she did herself.

She strained against her bonds as he began to fuck her with first one and then two fingers. Her pussy welcomed what he offered. When he replaced his fingers with his tongue, she cried out, unable to stop the sensations of pure ecstasy that coursed through her center, causing her orgasm to spill outward from her warmth onto his tongue. Shivers of pure bliss shook her from the inside out. She heard him moan as he lifted his body to cover hers. He cupped her face, kissing her deeply, the musky taste of her pleasure on his lips. His tongue slowly caressed the inside of her mouth as he had her pussy, prolonging her orgasm until she drifted into the darkness.

Octavia woke with a start and rolled over onto her side and stared at the digital alarm clock on her bedside table. It was three o’clock in the morning. If only she could just close her eyes and go to sleep, but she knew from experience that wasn’t likely to happen. Instead, she drew her naked body upward to sit on the edge of the bed and leaned over to turn on the lamp next to the clock. Her gaze was immediately drawn to the full-length mirror against the opposite wall. She watched as she parted her legs to reveal her inner thighs that glistened with the wetness of a woman who was in need of a man. She lifted her eyes to view the reflection of her pink puffy nipples that tipped her full breasts. They were hard and so very sensitive. She lifted one and then the other to her lips where she suckled the nub, drawing her teeth across it. She moaned softly, feeling the wetness seep from the lips of her pussy that throbbed with her need.

She had just celebrated her twenty-first birthday a few weeks ago, and ever since then, her body had been on fire with lustful thoughts that came to her out of nowhere. The vivid pictures of erotic lovemaking that flashed in her mind were not only embarrassing but unnatural. The wanton feelings of need they created were driving her crazy. She was totally at the mercy of the woman in the mirror whose lust-filled eyes beckoned her to continue pleasuring herself.

Her sister, Evenela, had warned her that when she turned twenty-one, her body would no longer belong to her but would fall under the power of the Klawinken. Her desire to be taken by a man would increase until she had no choice but to follow her body’s call to couple with her one true mate. “This,” her sister had said with the upmost seriousness, “is the way of the Klawinken.”

When Octavia told their mother about their grandmother’s stories, she was adamant that they were nothing more than fantasies made up by an old woman who suffered from dementia. Evenela became enraged. Octavia hated it when her sister and mother fought, but she knew her mother wouldn’t lie to them. Her sister was unconvinced.

“Grammy knows what she’s talking about. She said that we were sensual women and that we should not be afraid of it but that we should embrace it. She said you and I both are of the Klawinken because of the half-moon birthmarks on the back of our necks. Grammy has one, too, but Mother and Father don’t have one. I’m not sure why, but Grammy said not to worry, that in time we would be given all the answers. You’ll wish you believed Grammy. You wait and see.”

Her sister’s words had now come back to haunt her. She still didn’t believe them, but there was something going on inside of her that she couldn’t explain. She closed her eyes and pictured the face of a professor from college. His eyes had locked with hers when he handed her back her last homework assignment. She caught his eyes returning to hers several times during his lecture. She would have rather pictured the man from her dreams, but he only allowed her the pleasure of his touch. He had never permitted her to see his face.

Moaning softly, she imagined those hands from her dreams touching her body, manipulating her breasts and caressing her intimately. Lying back on the bed, she lifted her hips as she fingered herself, pushing one and then two fingers into her tight little pussy, trying to mimic the way he had touched her in her dream. She felt the orgasm build until the release she craved left her damp and limp. This was insanity, and she knew it. Where had the calmness of purpose she had once taken for granted gone?

She turned her head to look at herself in the mirror as if she were observing a stranger. She lay sprawled across the bed, her body covered in perspiration. Dark auburn hair hung in thick waves down her back and clung to her skin. Light-blue eyes framed with long, dark lashes stared back at her. The skin beneath them was smooth and creamy white with a smattering of freckles that fell across her small, pert nose. She knew she wasn’t bad to look at from the way men’s eyes locked onto her face and full lips, but she knew it was her body that kept them looking, from her firm but full breasts and long legs, to the roundness of her bottom.