"Isabo Kelly - The Heron's Call (Samhain)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kelly Isabo)

Once heтАЩd finished forging the mage sword, heтАЩd needed several years to recover. Only one or two true
mage swords were ever forged in a generation. Sometimes not even then. His parentsтАЩ generation had
seen no mage swords formed. The process was demanding, physically and mentally. It drove the smith to
the limits of endurance. For six years, he hadnтАЩt been able to do or think of anything beyond the sword,
the magics being poured into it, the spells, the power, the skill. HeтАЩd barely slept, barely eaten And when
it was doneтАж

One of the most magnificent creations in their world was born.

HeтАЩd needed the better part of three years to regain his full strength, heal his body completely. But once
recovered, all he could think about was claiming hisraynia . She would have been twenty-three and old
enough by that time. But his family insisted he wait.

The sword needed to be claimed, they said. His newfound mage skills had to be trainedтАФthe early
inducement of trance had brought about an increase in his powers. Rowena was still sword sworn, his
parents said, not yet a full priestess. Until she took her vows, her life was forfeit to the Temple. If they
bonded and she died, Kael would follow her. Wait, his father coaxed. Just a bit longer. YouтАЩll have your
entire lives together, his mother said, why rush into the bonding?

He heeded their advice to an extent. He waited. He trained his powers. He honed his strength. But he
couldnтАЩt stay away from Rowena altogether. Every trip into Malyk, he contrived a way to see her, from a
distance so she wouldnтАЩt notice him. He snuck into the Temple to watch her train. He even followed her
into town one night when she went with some of the other sword sworn to a pub. She laughed and talked
and seemed to enjoy her evening. And to his infinite relief, she turned away any man brave enough to
approach herтАФeven when some of her friends went off with other men.

But he wanted more. Each time he saw her, watched her, it fed his hunger. Until all he could think about
was having one intimate moment with her. One stolen minute alone. So he snuck into her room, in the
darkest hour of the night a week ago, just to watch her sleep. His skills made it easy to materialize in her
room quietly to avoid disturbing the Temple guard. He stood in a shadowed corner and stared at her,
sleeping on top of her sheets. His body burned, his cock so hard it hurt.

When her dreams took her, made her shift restlessly in the bed, he opened his senses enough to feel the
nature of the dream. The eroticism, the sheer sexual heat he felt nearly brought him to his knees. He
wanted her so badly he came close to climbing into bed next to her. Willpower alone kept him in the
dark corner, watching.

He rode the surging heat of her dream, couldnтАЩt stop himself from taking his cock in his hand and
stroking as he watched her breathing quicken. When her back arched against the bed, he came, his
orgasm so powerful it left him weak. He cleaned himself using one of her towels, a towel he kept because
it was hers, and watched her now relaxed body sleep soundly, her breathing even. Some of his tension
had eased, but it wasnтАЩt enough. The experience left him feelingтАжlacking. He didnтАЩt just need an orgasm,
he needed her.

Despite his better judgment, he went back to her room four nights in a row. Each night he rode her
dreams, wanting to wake her, knowing he shouldnтАЩt. She was one year away from taking her vows. His
father still insisted he wait. Once she finished her time as sword sworn, took her vows as a priestess, her
life would no longer be in danger. They could bond without risking KaelтАЩs life.