"Irene Radford - Merlins Descendents 01 - Guardian Of The Balance" - читать интересную книгу автора (Radford Irene)

Ka-Thump-thm-thm-thump-thm-thm. His heart raced faster than the drums. Too much. The temptation gnawed at his
willpower. His golden torc seemed to squeeze the breath from his throat. тАЬDana, forgive me. I canтАЩt!тАЭ The gods had
declared him a celibate prophet. All Britons needed his gift to guide them through the turbulent years to come. He
closed his eyes to block out the lusty images that plagued him. Behind his eyelids, Dana/Deirdre continued to dance.
Her presence banished all thoughts except his need for her.
тАЬCome with me, Myrddin Emrys. Come,тАЭ she whispered as she twined her fingers with his own. тАЬI rule tonight, not
Lleu. Come, Myrddin Emrys.тАЭ тАЬAh, Deirdre,тАЭ he murmured. He had pledged obedience to her when she became The
Morrigan, high priestess of all Druids. He wanted nothing more than to plunge himself deeply inside her, pounding
into her in the same rhythm as the drums, and spilling his seed into her receptive body.
Ka-Thump-thm-thm-thm-thump-thm-thm-thm.
тАЬCome into the faery ring. The faeries will bless us,тАЭ she whispered huskily, then claimed his mouth in a searing kiss.
She smelled of Pridd, clean and fertile. Her mouth tasted of honey mead and yearning.
No man, least of all Myrddin Emrys, could deny The Morrigan, living symbol of the Goddess on Beltane. тАШTwas every
manтАЩs sacred duty to honor her with fertility tonight. He followed her outside the circle of standing stones to the edge
of the grassy plateau. Just beyond them, the Great Ditch and Bank marked the perimeter of the sacred site and the
boundary of tonightтАЩs celebration. His robe fell to the ground as he stepped into the perfect circle of mushrooms.
The faery ring mimicked the huge GiantтАЩs Dance in smaller dimensions. Ka-thump-thump-thm-thm. Thump-thump-thm.
The pulsing intensity built within his erection. Ka-thump-thump-thump. The drums guided his hands as he worshiped
her body. The intense rhythm drove his thrusts.
So sweet, nearly painful. Deirdre cried out in ecstasy. Myrddin plunged onward, circling, spiraling into harmony with
sun, moon, stars, and LifeтАж The Great Wheel of stars and moon showed the hour almost midnight when Myrddin
withdrew from the damp sweetness of DeirdreтАЩs body for the third time, exhausted and replete.
тАЬYeтАЩll not leave me yet?тАЭ Deirdre stroked him with knowing fingers. His flesh responded to her ministrations with a
slight quiver. She smiled and continued coaxing him with hands and mouth.
тАЬLater, Deirdre, love. I need a rest.тАЭ He disengaged himself from her and stepped outside the faery ring of mushrooms.
тАЬMy priestly duties call. IтАЩll come to your bed when I can, before dawn.тАЭ He bent over the unbroken faery circle to kiss
her one more time.
Ka-Thump. Ka-Thump. The drum slowed as did his heartbeat. Perhaps the gods, Lleu in particular, had not noticed his
lapse. Dana and Belenos reigned during this festival of Life and Tanio. Deirdre pouted, her big dark eyes luminous
with continued desire. She lifted herself onto one elbow. With shoulders thrust back, her full, round breasts rose
sharply, nipples erect, enticing. Droplets glimmered in the firelight against the dark thatch between her thighs. Thick,
lustrous curls to match the curly mane of hair that fell nearly to her hips.
тАЬDonтАЩt leave me yet, Myrddin Emrys!тАЭ The Morrigan commanded, clinging to the folds of his robes. тАЬWeтАЩve barely
begun.тАЭ
Her face blurred and reformed into the laughing image of Belenos. The sun god had used her to trap Myrddin, a
favorite of Lleu, the god of art and music. тАЬYou promised to return тАШere dawn,тАЭ Deirdre reminded him. тАЬMay the gods
curse you if you break a promise made inside a faery ring.тАЭ Fear overrode MyrddinтАЩs lust and carried him away from
the faery ring. He strained his long legs beyond comfort, running across the boulder-strewn field toward the ring of
standing stones.
тАЬDana preserve me,тАЭ he pleaded with every harsh breath. Rough stones bruised his bare feet as he raced over the
broken ground. The GiantтАЩs Dance loomed ahead. Almost within reach. Wavering flames and shifting shadows
masked and blurred directions.
тАЬBelenos tempted me away from my destined path. He is the strongest on this night of his festival. Let him guide me
back.тАЭ With this last prayer, Myrddin leaped through the nearest archway and fellтАж тАЬWelcome, Myrddin Emrys.
Welcome to the Underworld.тАЭ The disembodied eagle face of Lleu rose up in the blackness surrounding Myrddin. The
predatory gleam of a raptor on the hunt brightened his dark eyes. Behind the god, the roots of the Worldtree tangled
in the abyss, reminding Myrddin that the punishment for breaking his geas of celibacy was hanging nine days upon
the Tree. Nine days without water or companionship to ease the pain. тАЬI shouldnтАЩt be here. This isnтАЩt my time!тАЭ The
absolute wrongness stabbed into MyrddinтАЩs mind and heart. His body seemed to have dissipated in the endless
blackness of the abyss. He couldnтАЩt find his hands to make emphatic gestures or tear his hair. Only his mind and soul