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ILLICIT MAGICK
~ An Erotic Science-Fiction Novella ~

~ Interstellar Sorcery ~

On the colony world of Emeritus, where cold science reigns supreme, Elise has gone to the University of Eruditus to deal with a mysterious problem - spontaneous levitation.

The University's Scion introduces Elise to Luke, a Guild Pilot and Peregrine Knight - one the Magicians of Night. Luke is to teach her to control her odd talent. But Luke did not agree to teach her of his own free will. He was forcibly taken and his powers bound.

After a single kiss everything changes; for Luke, and for Elise, forever.

Innocent Elise, a fledgling magician destined for the Pilot's Guild, is caught in a subtle game of manipulation where desire and sexual release the keys - to power.

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Eruditus University
City of Aesculetum, Emeritus Prime
Evening cycle

His Eminence, the Scion of the Eruditus University strode down the narrow hallway with Elise in his wake. He turned and smiled, his striking sea green eyes crinkling only the tiniest amount at the corners under his arched golden brows. "Luke is a fully trained Peregrine Knight from the pilot's guild. He will be able to help you with your…problem."

Elise winced under his devastating smile. Mother of Mercy, she hoped somebody could help her. She tugged her hand from her pocket, lifting a finger to curl it around one of the uneven locks of her unseemly bright red hair brushing at her chin. Someone had once said, what goes up, must come down. Well, not in her case. That was the problem.

Small lights glowed along the upper edges of the walls, casting a gentle golden wash across the hallway's peaked, plaster and oak-beamed ceiling. The Scion's flowing cobalt blue and opalescent white teaching master's robes seemed to glow under the sparse lighting. His slippers made no sound on the stone floor.

In complete contrast, Elise's serviceable ankle-boots thunked loudly and clumsily on the stone flags. She swept her palms across the soft gray canvass of her coveralls, then stuffed her hands in her pockets. Next to the Scion's silk-robed elegance, she felt like a complete drab, but her simple moss green short-sleeved top and coveralls were comfortable, and very practical for her work.

The silk robes the Scion wore didn't appear to be all that comfortable, or have any practical use what so ever, but they were lovely to look at.

He was lovely to look at; broad shoulders, nice hands, gorgeous green eyes. His long pale gold mane was pulled back in a snug and precisely trimmed tail that fell down to the center of his back.

She rolled her eyes. The women were probably throwing themselves at him.

"Ah, here we are…" The scion stopped at a tall heavily carved door of dense black Emeriti oak. He pushed it open.

Elise ducked through the door to avoid another of the Scion's lethal smiles. He really needed to point that smile at someone else. All that blinding masculinity was completely wasted on her. She was engaged.

Elise blinked and squinted. After the brightness of the well-lit hallway, the stone-walled chamber was dark. The heavy black velvet curtains were drawn tight across the entire row of gothic arched windows on the facing wall. Only one lamp was lit, in the very far right corner.

A man stood in the center of the shadowed chamber with his back to the door. His bone pale hand, resting on the back of the chair he stood beside, seemed bright in the room's darkness. His snug black throat to wrist ship-suit made him near invisible though the fabric shimmered with midnight rainbows. His knee-high boots gleamed a highly polished black.

The Scion lifted his chin. "Guild Pilot Luke, this is the young woman I spoke to you about."

The man in the room's center turned his head slightly showing pale cheek. Light caught in the sun-tinted bronze hair falling about his shoulders in a tumble of unruly waves.

Elise frowned. She'd expected a dark sorcerer to be a bit more … intimidating. He wasn't particularly tall; the Scion had to be a full head taller. His shoulders were fairly broad and his waist narrow, but he clearly wasn't as heavily muscled as some of the foresters she worked with. She nibbled on her bottom lip. He just didn't look...evil.

The Scion cleared his throat. "Guild pilot?"

Luke's pale fingers dug into the chair's arched back. "Leave her and get out."

Huh? Elise blinked.

The Scion's gaze narrowed. "You'll have to forgive him. He can be a little…direct."

Elise felt a smile lift her lips. No kidding. That was pretty direct.

Luke turned to face the chamber door and moved behind the chair. His face was fine-boned and rather nice-looking, but not screamingly masculine, like the Scion. His eyes, the color of summer skies framed with long dark gold lashes, seemed huge. His pale mouth was set in a tight line but color pinked his cheeks. His gaze narrowed on the Scion. "I said, get out!"

Elise rocked back on her heels. That wasn't direct. Luke was seriously pissed off. Something definitely wasn't right. She turned and offered the Scion a friendly smile. "Why don't you go? I'm sure I'll be fine."

Luke choked out a sour laugh. "Oh you are perfectly safe with me." His blue gaze razed the Scion, and then Elise, and then slid away. "The school-master has me collared and leashed. I can't lay a finger on you." One hand fisted on the back of the chair. "Not even if my life depended on it."

The Scion's green gaze chilled as he watched Luke, but he continued to smile. "He's right, you're perfectly safe." He turned to Elise and his expression warmed. "I'll return for you in an hour." In a whisper of expensive silk, the tall elegant Scion of the University of Emeritus walked out closing the door quietly behind him.

Luke's breath exploded from his lungs. "Damned, prick!" He walked around the wooden chair and dropped heavily into it, kicking one booted foot out and folding his arms across his chest. He scowled and let his head fall back against the chair. "Blood and Night, how the hell do I get myself into this shit?"

Elise inched a step closer. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Luke barked out a laugh and then groaned. He looked at her with a sour smile. "Sure, you can fuck me and that'll fix everything."

Elise jerked back sharply. "What?"

Luke snorted "Never mind." He rolled his eyes. "I can see from here, that you're not that kind of girl."

Elise's mouth popped open. She set her hands on her hips. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Luke smiled. "Are you kidding? Red hair and green eyes aside, you are obviously one of those 'good-girls', the kind that waits for marriage before she even kisses a guy."

Elise folded her arms to keep from tugging at her freshly cropped copper waves, and looked away. "That's not exactly true."

Luke sat up in the chair and dropped his arms across his knees. "You can't tell me you're not a virgin?"

Elise felt her cheeks warm. Harlot hair, harlot heat… She looked down at the smooth wood floor. "Um…no, I'm not."

Luke's brows shot up and grinned. "Oh, you naughty girl!" He grimaced and held up his hand. "Oh wait! Don't tell me, he's you're betrothed, or some such nonsense. The guy you plan to marry!"

Elise clenched her jaw. "Yeah, so?"

Luke sank back into his chair, closed his eyes and groaned. He raised a hand and rubbed his forehead. "Night save me…"

Elise tapped her foot. "Is there a point to all this?"

Luke opened his blue eyes and snorted. "Actually there is. Your school-master…"

"The Scion?"

Luke curled his lip. "Yeah…him. Never mind, forget it." He sighed and sat up a little straighter. "He said you were floating?" He raised a questioning brow.

Elise winced. "Yes."

Luke scrubbed both his hands through his tumbled bronze waves. "Okay, so show me."

"Um… I can't. I can't control it." She threw her hands out. "And that's the whole problem! I float when I don't want to, and when I want to, I can't!"

"I see." Luke leaned forward and set his elbows on his knees, dropping his pale hands between them. "When did it start?"

"I was at my engagement party…" She felt her cheeks warm and stopped. Fate this was embarrassing.

Luke smiled. It wasn't a breath-taking smile, like the one the Scion occasionally used, it was nice and a little encouraging. "Go on."

Elise grimaced and tried looking up at the distance plaster and beam ceiling. It didn't make her feel any better. She took a breath. "Well, my soon to be mother in law had hired some…" She swallowed. "Entertainers." She shoved her hands in her pockets and dropped her gaze to the floor, looking anywhere but at Luke. "And…I just started…floating." She groaned. "Like a balloon."

"Ah…"

Elise looked up from the floor.

Luke sat back in the chair, his arms folded across his chest, still smiling. "Let me guess, male entertainers?" He lifted a brow.

Elise nodded and rolled her eyes. "The naked ones."

Luke's brows shot up and his eyes widened. He looked away then rubbed his hands over his mouth and choked. "I…uh, see." He coughed, then frowned suddenly. He turned and looked at her. "When your…betrothed took your virginity, did you float then?"

Elise jerked back and shoved her hands behind her. "No!"

Luke's brows lifted and his chin dropped. "Not at all? Not before, or after?"

Elise scowled. "No, not at all."

Luke looked briefly to the side, then his summer-blue gaze focused on her. "You didn't like it."

Elise's mouth popped open and her cheeks flooded with heat. What was there to like? She clamped her mouth shut and clenched her teeth. "No."

Luke shook his head. "Then why in damnation are you marrying him?"

Elise shrugged. "I have to marry somebody, and he's not as creepy as some of the others." She scraped her heel on the stone floor. "He takes a bath regularly and he makes a good living. My mother likes him."

Luke's mouth fell open. "What kind of bullshit is that?"

Elise looked up in surprise. "Huh?"

Luke scrubbed a hand through his hair while leaning on the other elbow and rolled his eyes. "You're supposed to love somebody before you marry them! Or at least have a fairly good case of like and a decent helping of lust?"

Elise flinched back. "Lust?"

"Yeah lust. You know; where you want to have sex with them?" His brows rose and his mouth opened. "Please don't tell me that sex is regulated here?"

Elise jerked her gaze away. "Sex isn't regulated, as long as you're married."

Luke leaned back in his chair and groaned. "I think I'm beginning to see the problem." He took a deep breath, released it, and looked over at her. "Did you pick him, or did he pick you?"

Elise shrugged.

Luke snorted and leaned forward, setting his elbows back on his knees. "He picked you."

Elise frowned and folded her arms. "That's not true!"

"Really?" Luke's voice was flat. He raised his brows and the corner of his mouth kicked up in a sarcastic smile. "Why do I have a problem believing that?"

Elise set her jaw. "I did pick him. He was the best choice." Out of several others that had petitioned her mother.

Luke smiled and held out his palm. "Okay, okay, you picked him." He chuckled softly then pursed his lips. He tilted his head and lifted a brow. "So how cute was this entertainer, at this party of yours?"

Elise shoved her hands back in her pockets and dropped her gaze to the toes of her brown boots. "Gorgeous."

"Really? Hmm…"

Elise peeked up from the floor.

Luke nodded absently while looking over at the curtained windows. "Muscular?"

Elise sucked on her bottom lip, her cheeks warming. "Oh yeah." Especially his butt. He had great thighs too.

"Uh, huh." Luke nodded again, still staring at the windows. "Better looking than your betrothed?"

Elise nodded and focused on her boot toes. Her betrothed was rather round in the middle. The dancer had been carved - all over. "Much better."

"Nice smile?"

"Nice butt." Elise gasped and clapped both hands over her mouth. She looked up at Luke in alarm.

Luke grinned. "Nice butt huh?" He shook his head and a chuckle escaped. "And that's when the floating started."

Elise's breath left her in a rush and her shoulders slumped. "Yes."

Luke bit back his smile. "Lots of screaming and yelling, I gather?"

Elise rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah." She smiled sourly. "And naked men running every which way."

Luke smiled. "I bet that was pretty funny."

"It was actually." Elise smiled even as her cheeks warmed. "But Fate, I didn't think so at the time." She rolled her eyes. "My mother in law was not amused."

"Pity." He swept a hand across his jaw. "Well, I think I can help if you let me."

Else took a step closer. "Really?"

Luke nodded and then smiled. "Are you feeling brave?"

Elise tilted her head to the side. "How brave do I need to be?"

Luke shrugged. "Well, how about coming over here, for a start?"

Elise snorted and tromped toward his chair. "That doesn't take bravery." She grinned. "My mother in law is a lot scarier than you."

Luke's brows shot up, but a smile played at the corner of his mouth. "Should I be insulted?"

"I'm here because she brought me here and demanded that the Scion do something about it." Elise stopped at Luke's knees and smiled. "He took me in and promised to find a cure just to get her out of his University."

Luke's smile broadened. "You're right, she sounds pretty scary." He held out his hands.

Elise set her hands in his. His fingers curled around hers. His palms were soft, but there was strength in his fingers. And something…else. A small shiver raced up her spine. She swallowed and looked into his summer-tinted eyes, feeling suddenly uncertain.

Luke raised his brows. "You okay?"

Elise shook her head. It was nothing…nothing. "Yeah, fine." She looked down at his hands and saw metal, poking out from under his sleeves, enclosing both his wrists. She frowned. "Are those…?"

"Yes." Luke's voice was flat and hard. "I'm in force cuffs. I'm a prisoner Elise. I can't walk out the door and I cannot touch you in any way without your permission."

"A prisoner?" Elise looked up into his blue eyes. "But, how? You're supposed to be a magician…?" Her cheeks heated. "Oh, I'm sorry. It's none of my business."

"My big fat ego got me in trouble. It does that sometimes." Luke smiled sourly. "The school-master invited me. I walked right in and stupidly drank what he offered. I woke up cuffed to…" He cleared his throat and glanced away. His cheeks tinted with pink. "By the time my head was on straight, I was drained of most of my power."

"But, why take you prisoner?"

Luke took a deep breath. "I'm here to teach you. I'm leashed because I'm…dangerous."

Elise frowned and gripped his fingers tighter. Luke wasn't dangerous, but he was a prisoner, because of her. "I'm…sorry."

Luke released his breath and stared at their joined hands. "It's not your fault. You didn't make that school-master a greedy bastard."

Elise's brows shot up. "Greedy…?"

Luke smiled sourly. "Elise, you're what I am, only you're female. That makes you rare and extremely valuable. The guild won't even flinch at whatever price he asks for you. They'll pay it and gladly."

"The guild?" Elise blinked. The pilot's guild would want her?

He tugged her closer, until her knees bumped his. "I'm sorry, but because of your power, the guild would have come for you anyway, sooner or later."

Elise shook her head. "I can't. I have to go back…"

Luke's fingers tightened. "Elise, you can't go back. We don't mix well with…normal people. Anyway, the school-master is not going to let you go back. You're worth too much money to him. He'll make a fortune off the guild." He snorted. "That is if he doesn't decide to try and use you for political leverage of one kind or another."

"Political leverage?" Elise jerked back. "But, I don't have leverage, I'm nobody!"

"Elise it doesn't matter." Luke tugged on her hands. "You have power. To people like him, that's leverage enough." He smiled. "Don't worry, I'll get you to the guild.

Elise's hand closed tight on his fingers. "But I'm not a pilot!"

"Neither was I, originally." Luke smiled sourly. "I lived in the middle of a desert. The closest I got to piloting was a land-hopper."

Elise winced. "Oh…"

Luke smiled. "You fly a land-hopper too?"

She nodded. "Have to, we're foresters."

"Lots of territory; makes sense." Luke shrugged then smiled. "You'll like being a pilot. Space-flight comes easy to us."

Else sucked on her bottom lip. "It does?"

Luke's gaze focused on her mouth. "Very much so." He took a slow deep breath and licked his lips. "We have an…instinct for it." His gaze shifted to her eyes. "Are you ready to learn how to control your magic?"

Elise smiled. "It's not magic."

Luke smiled right back. "Oh, but it is."

Elise rolled her eyes. "Okay, so it's magic. What do I have to do?"

Luke leaned back in the chair. "Sit on my lap."

Elise's brows flew up. "Sit…where?"

Luke grinned then shook his head. "I'm going to show you how to trigger your power and hold you down when you reverse gravity. Then, I'm going to show you how to bleed it off so you can control it."

Elise blinked. "Oh, okay." She shifted to the side.

"No, silly." Luke tugged on her hands. "You have to sit facing me."

"You want me to…" Elise swallowed. "Straddle you?"

Luke nodded slowly. "Yes. And I want you to curl your feet around the legs of the chair when you do it."

"Oh." Elise felt a sudden damp warmth curl low and deep within. He wanted her to spread her legs and sit on his…lap. "Is this, absolutely necessary?"

Luke's gaze focused on her mouth. "I could hold you down on the bed in the next room?" His gaze darted back up to her eyes and he smiled. "But I doubt you'd find that comfortable."

Elise snorted. "You got that right."

Luke raised a brow. "Elise, just sit down." He tugged.

She tipped a little forward and sat, straddling his knees. It was that or fall. She would have never sat on the Scion's lap, but Luke wasn't anywhere near that…alarming. Luke's thighs were warm under hers, and unyielding. He was a lot more muscular than he appeared. And not particularly tall. Seated, her chin was level with the top of his head. It made her smile.

"Put my hands on your hips."

She leaned back to look down into his blue eyes. "You want me to put your hands…?"

Luke nodded slowly. "On your hips. I can't hold you on my own. I have been forbidden to touch you. You have to put me there or give me permission to touch you."

Elise took a deep breath. She wanted to control this…power of hers, and Luke was willing to show her. "Okay." She guided his hands around her.

His hands closed on her hips and he sighed. "Yes, good. There are straps on the shoulders of my suit. Hold on to them. Don't forget to lock your feet around the chair legs."

Elise leaned forward a little and caught a hold of the straps. His shoulders were surprisingly solid.

"You need to sit closer." His arms closed around her hips and he pulled her up against his chest.

She gasped softly. His chest was rock solid against her breasts and her crotch was tight up against his. His warm scent rose from his body. He smelled of soap and…him. He smelled…good. Heat filled her cheeks.

He tilted his head back and smiled. "Now, try to get your feet around the chair's legs.

"All right…" She searched for the legs of the chair and encountered his ankles. "Oh, sorry!"

"It's okay." He chuckled and the vibration rumbled pleasantly through her. "You can use my ankles if it's easier." He shifted his feet.

Elise found it a lot easier to just use his ankles. "As long as you don't mind…?"

Luke gave a smile and his cheeks flushed very slightly. "Are you kidding? I have a gorgeous red-head pinning me with her hands and feet. You honestly think I'm going to say no?"

Elise ducked her chin. "I'm not…"

"Gorgeous?" He snorted. "Give me a break! I've seen a lot of women, I know gorgeous when I see it." He frowned. "Though that hairstyle… It looks like it was done with dull scissors and a bowl."

Elise winced and pulled away. She had done it with dull scissors and a bowl.

Luke locked his hands behind her, pinning her to his lap. "What?" He ducked his head to catch her gaze. "Talk to me. What?"

Elise shifted but his hold was unbreakable. He was a lot stronger than he looked. She stopped fighting and looked everywhere but at his face. "I did it. I cut it."

"You cut it? Why?"

Elise shrugged. "My betrothed…"

"He…what? He didn't like your hair?"

Elise bit down on her lip. "He said, harlot hair, harlot heat."

Luke grinned. "You say that like it's supposed to be a bad thing." He snorted. "I love red-heads and I don't know a guy out there that wouldn't kill for a woman that would act the 'harlot' for him."

She closed her eyes. "Mine doesn't, and he's not...like that."

"Then he's an idiot." He tightened his arms. "Hands back on my shoulders. It's time to see what you can do."

Elise expelled her breath, glad to change the subject. She gripped the straps on his shoulders. "Okay."

"Look at me."

Elise focused on Luke's summer-blue gaze.

He lifted his chin and focused on her mouth. "Kiss me."

"What?" She couldn't have heard that right.

Luke's gaze rose to her eyes and his lips lifted into a half smile. "Your lips on my lips, a kiss. Kiss me."

Her mouth fell open. "Kiss…you?"

He frowned. "What? Am I hideous or something?"

"No…" He wasn't hideous at all; or way too handsome either. He was just right. "But…kiss you?"

Luke rolled his eyes. "Elise, sexual excitement is what triggers this. I need to get you sexually excited to see how strong your talent is. A kiss is the fastest way to do it."

"Sexual excitement?" Elise dodged his gaze. "You have got to be joking…"

Luke's hold tightened. "Elise, you floated the first time because you were sexually excited by the entertainer." He looked up into her eyes and smiled briefly. "Or at least his butt."

Elise winced and groaned. There had been just a bit more to it than simply staring at his butt.

"Elise." Luke's focus was on her mouth. "I'm not asking for sex, just a kiss."

Elise lifted a sarcastic brow. "You did ask for sex…"

"Elise." Luke looked up and glared. "Kiss me."

"Fine, what ever…" She leaned forward and set her lips against his. His lips were soft.

His mouth opened under hers. Warmth, breath…

It startled her. He opened his mouth to kiss? She felt his tongue brush her bottom lip. Curiosity struck and she touched the tip of her tongue to his bottom lip, and encountered the damp warmth of his tongue.

He moaned softly and caressed her tongue with his.

She stroked his tongue out of sheer reflex. He tasted of clean fresh water and something else, something darker, wilder, and exciting… Her nipples tingled and tightened. Tension coiled low and hot. She shifted restlessly on his lap.

His arms tightened around her and his palms slid lower, one settling on her hip, the other on her butt. He turned his head to cover her mouth more fully and his tongue stroked hungrily. His hips shifted under her.

Liquid heat coiled and spread. Her nipples began to ache. Elise moaned without meaning to.

His knees spread, opening her wider. His hands pressed against her backside pulling her tight against him.

Elise sucked on his full bottom lip and became aware of a heavy ridge pressing up against the softness of her crotch. She shifted and rubbed against it. Pleasure spiked and spiraled inward. A small needy sound escaped. Her panties dampened.

Something sparked in the back of her skull. She felt a shift in perception, as though the world had moved under her. Her body started to lift from his lap.

Luke's hands tightened around her.

Elise pulled from his mouth and gasped. "Oh, Mercy… It's… I'm…"

"Relax, I have you." He looked up at her. "See? Sexual excitement." He smiled. "And you're very strong."

Elise's throat tightened. "And this is going to happen every time I get…"

"Sexually excited, yes." Luke nodded and continued to smile. "You'll eventually learn to trigger your power in other ways, and learn to direct it, but at the moment, your power is manifesting in a cloud around you. That's what's making you float."

Elise trembled in his arms. "Okay, yeah, sure, terrific… How do I stop it?"

Luke licked his lips. "You orgasm."

Elise sucked in a breath. "What?"

Luke smiled. "Excitement generates power. Orgasm releases it. Masturbate."

"You don't mean…" Elise choked. "Right now?"

Luke shrugged. "Well, it'll eventually wear off…" He pursed his lips. "How long did you float last time?"

Elise cringed. "I was on the ceiling all night and into the middle of the next day."

Luke's brows shot up. "All that, from staring at a butt?"

Elise scowled. "It was a very nice butt." And so was everything attached to it. But it hadn't been merely the view that had made her float.

In the shadowed room the entertainer had set his palms on the wall and leaned over her chair. Only inches away, his lean muscular body stretched over hers in pale sculpted relief. His dark hair had been long enough to brush her shoulders and his eyes had been a brown so light they were almost gold.

She had stared up at him in wonder. He was the most beautiful male she'd ever seen. She'd actually had enough honey beer in her to tell him so too.

He'd smiled. "You think I'm beautiful? I think you're very lovely yourself. Would you do me the honor of putting your hands on my butt?"

She simply could not resist the request. She blamed it on the beer but truthfully, she'd wanted to touch him since the moment she'd seen him. The muscle had been hard and warm under her palms; the skin smooth and slightly furry. He was everything she'd imagined. With his deliciously firm ass cupped in her hands, the heavy curve of his cock had pointed directly at her breasts, and trembled.

"Thank you." He leaned down and touched his lips to hers. Just the briefest of touches.

A tiny jolt went from his mouth to hers - and through her, bringing a wash of shivers and a small gasp.

And then, the floating had happened. And the screaming.

The entertainer had grinned, like he'd accomplished something, then fled with the others.

Her cheeks heated with memory.

"Elise, you floated almost all the way around the clock." Luke grinned. "It must have been a spectacular butt."

Elise shot him a narrow glare. "It was the nicest naked…butt I ever saw." It was the nicest naked butt she'd ever felt.

Luke lifted his brows and bit down on his lip, clearly trying not to laugh. "Apparently so."

Elise clenched her jaw.

"Relax, I like naked butts too." Luke chuckled, then shook his head. "Elise, are you ready to come down, or do you want me to let go?"

"What? No! Don't let go!" Her fingers clenched in a death-grip on the straps of his ship-suit. Her feet locked around his.

Luke sighed then smiled. "I can't hold on to you forever, the school-master is coming back, remember?"

"Oh… Damn."

Luke smiled. "My opinion exactly, but that's beside the point. Either you orgasm or I let you go to float over the bed until you run out of power and fall." His lips brushed hers. "It's a big bed; really soft. Good landing spot." He sucked on her bottom lip then licked it.

Elise returned the caress. The caress swiftly became another deep and inciting kiss. She liked kissing Luke. He made her feel…pretty, and wanted.

Luke smiled and licked his lips. "Personally, I'm all for letting you stay up there, and out of that school-master's reach." His blue eyes narrowed. "Of course you might come down while I'm in bed." He grinned. "And I sleep in the nude."

Elise smiled. Luke was teasing again. "Too bad you couldn't take…advantage of me, huh?"

Luke snorted. "Not without your permission." His lips brushed hers and encouraged her into another kiss. He released her lips and smiled. "But I won't say I wouldn't try to get your permission."

Elise licked her lips. Maybe Luke wasn't teasing after all. "Masturbation huh?"

Luke nodded. His hands closed tight around her butt cheeks. "Like this." He slid just a bit down in the chair, pulled her tight up against his belly and lifted under her. The ridge of his erection slid directly against the seam in her trousers, and her clit. He groaned.

Tingling heat burned, and clenched within. Elise gasped and arched against him, pressing tighter for more. "Oh…shit." Moisture dampened her panties.

Luke smiled. "Feel good?"

Elise licked her lips. "Oh, yeah."

Luke rose under her again, holding her hard against his crotch. And then again, and again.

They both groaned.

Elise clutched Luke's shoulders and pressed against him, rubbing against his stokes, riding him, using his body to drive the coiling tension in her core to a fever-hot pitch. She pressed her burning nipples against the hard wall of his chest and gasped softly.

Luke panted in her ear, thrusting against her. "If you let me suck on your nipples, this will go a whole lot faster."

Elise released his right shoulder and fumbled open the shoulder buckles to her cover-alls. She tossed the shoulder straps over her back and the front flap dropped. She knew damned well she shouldn't even consider doing this, but the cresting fire in her body was far louder than reason, and damn it, her nipples wanted attention too.

She jerked up her moss green shirt revealing her plain, serviceable and snug, white bandeau. She tugged it up and her breasts popped out from under the strong elastic. She swept her palm across her aching breasts and groaned. She hated the uncomfortable thing but it did its job.

Luke's gaze darted from one breast to the other. "Mmm…nice, hard nipples, my favorite." He licked his lips.

Elise blinked. "Oh, you like…them?"

Luke lifted his brow and grinned. "Put one in my mouth and I'll show you how much."

Elise's cheeks bloomed with heat, but she found it surprisingly easy to lean forward and offer her breasts.

He leaned close. His lips closed around her left nipple and his wet tongue swirled. His eyes closed.

Fire lanced straight down to her clit. She gasped and bucked hard against him.

He moaned in obvious appreciation. Then, he sucked strongly, making loud wet sounds. He shifted under her and his hands pulled her tightly against the hard ridge of his cock.

Elise grabbed Luke's head, holding him to her breast. She rocked against the cock only a few layers of cloth away, encouraged to greater speed by Luke's warm strong hands on her butt and his lips on her captured nipple. Fire spiraled and blazed. Small urgent sounds escaped her throat and then her lips. Climax rose and tightened.

Luke's teeth closed on the swollen tip of her nipple. He bit down.

A spark of sharp pleasure stopped her breath. Her entire body tensed and stilled.

Luke released her nipple and lifted his head, his summer-blue gaze locking on hers. His gaze was hooded and his cheeks flushed. His chin lifted and his lips parted. "Kiss me."

Elise pressed her mouth onto his.

He bucked hard under her.

Her body released in hot wet undulating waves of pleasure that sparked all across her lower back, up her spine and shimmered at the back of her skull. She writhed on the hard ridge of his cock, prolonging the delicious sensations that wracked her and moaned into his mouth.

He sucked in hard and stole her breath. And her power went with it.

She dropped heavily, collapsing onto him, gasping and trembling with small after shocks. "Oh, Mercy…Luke."

Luke's lips brushed her brow. "You okay?"

"I don't think…" She had to stop for a breath. "I don't think I ever… Oh mercy."

"That good huh?" He chuckled. "Wait till we actually fuck."

Elise pushed up against his chest. "I don't think…"

He covered her mouth in a quick kiss. "Don't think. Feel." He kissed her again, more slowly, more thoroughly. He released her mouth and leaned back. "We're supposed fuck, Elise. It's what we do."

Elise frowned. "Sex is for making babies."

Luke lifted his gaze. "Not for us." The black heart of his eyes had expanded impossibly wide. Only the thinnest ring of blue surrounded the darkness that filled his gaze. "For us, sex is power."

~ Illicit Magick ~
Interstellar Sorcery

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This is a really great story! Illicit Magick is tightly plotted and flows along fast and evenly – there are no “slow” spots in this story! At the beginning of this book, there is a statement warning the reader that this book is “Pure Vanilla!” I have to tell you – Hawke’s definition of pure vanilla is sure different from my definition of pure vanilla! -- And I mean that in the very best way. Hawke manages to make the “un-kinky” sex scenes incredibly erotic, solely with her skilled use of language. I find it stimulating to read prose in which each word is carefully chosen to take advantage of the precise nuances of the English vocabulary. Definitely read this one with your significant other at hand ... Reviewed by: Jean

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