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SEX ME UP
Full Moon Series – Book 1
by
Tianna Xander
Bonnie Rose Leigh
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Sex Me Up – Full Moon Series – Book 1
Copyright ã 2007 Tianna Xander
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To our mates…
SEX ME UP
Jaynee Mikalosa stared into the dust-covered crate she’d just opened, engrossed in the book of spells before her. She couldn’t believe her find. Never had she expected to find an ancient, otherworldly spell-book in the unopened crate she’d purchased in this morning’s auction. All that should have been inside were ancient Romancer Tomes.
Cautiously glancing around at the people perusing her bookshelves, she pulled the tome from the battered wooden box and set it under the counter. It wouldn’t do to have that little treasure ending up in someone else’s bag.
She and her coven had attempted nearly every spell known to them to bring lovers into their lives. Maybe this book from another world held the key. She waited for the last of her customers to leave, turned her sign to closed, and bolted the colorful double door.
Gazing through the Illuma-glass she peered up at the triad moons of Carrillia. Somewhere out there amongst the stars was her mate and one day she would find him. She glanced through the Book of Shadows and excitedly scanned the faded pages into the data-station behind her customer counter.
What is Earth and where would I find it? She mused. Soon she came to realize it is what the ancient off-worlders called the ground beneath their feet. She looked down at the brown Shinosh and wondered if she would have better luck if she named it Earth for her spells.
What could it hurt?
Finishing her scans, she sent copies of the new book over the airwaves to her coven mates, so they too could begin their own rituals in their quest to find a husband.
For hours, Jaynee studied the book, looking for the perfect spell. Instead, she followed the instructions included on how to write her own. She’d never attempted that before. She usually played it safe, using tried and true spells that others had perfected. But this new book told her that sometimes spells worked best when designed by the witch who would use them. Turning off the lights, she carried the book to the stairs at the back of the shop and climbed up to her small apartment.
“Fire, earth, water and air, bring to me a man who cares.” She shook her head and grimaced. “Yech. That won’t work.”
Jaynee pondered her words, yawned and decided to sleep on it. How could she write a passable spell when she was so tired? Carrying the book with her to her bed, she gave a dejected sigh, knowing she would have to wait another month to recite it anyway. And she was never good with rhymes. It would take forever to come up with a good one. The moons would cycle this night, forcing her to wait yet another turn before the three would be in the correct alignment again.
What was one more month? It was nothing if she could finally bring her mate to her. Nothing. Still, she worried, her thoughts troubled as she drifted off to sleep.
* * * *
“Earth and water, fire and air, bring me together among a pair.” Jaynee woke just before the moons reached their zenith, tested the words she dreamt and made a face. It was a horrible rhyme. One she wasn’t sure she could recite with a straight face, even alone. Still, what could it hurt? If like the others it didn’t work, she merely had to wait another month anyway. To her way of thinking, this way she would be a month ahead. Besides, there must be some reason she awoke just moments before the three moons merged in the sky.
She ran down the stairs and out into her backyard, grabbing a bottle of wine and her ritual chalice on the way out. Nervousness and anxiety ate at her. Lifting the open bottle to her mouth, she took a few healthy belts of the ceremonial wine before making her way to the center of her garden maze.
After pouring a more than generous amount in the cup and with no preparation, no lit tapers and as some would say no common sense, she raised her eyes and hands to the sky then recited her spell.
“Earth and water, fire and air, bring me together among a pair. Eyes of amber, eyes of green, bring to me what I have seen. Hair of walnut, hair of gold, embodied as in times of old.” The wine started to take effect and her words began to slur.
“Pure of honor, heart and mind, bring me the love of all time. Kind and gentle, strong and wise, let’s not forget, large in size.”
Jaynee burped and giggled, laughing at her slurring words. Perhaps she shouldn’t have drank so much. She shrugged. Now where was I? Oh yeah. “As surely as I drink of this cup, have my lover sex me up. Oh, Great Moon Goddess, I pray to thee, bring this love here to me. As I will it, so mote it be.”
The cool breeze and a rumble of thunder in the distance made her rub her arms. There must be a storm brewing. She should get inside and await her fate. Whether it would still be loneliness, or regret, she didn’t know. She weaved and bobbed, stumbling, as she slowly made her way to the back door. She paused and looked into the shop. She could have sworn she saw someone standing by the front door.
She shook her head. It was most likely a window shopper. Her first customer of the day tomorrow, no doubt. She glanced at the glowing timekeeper above the door and her eyes widened. It was way past her bedtime and she needed to get up early tomorrow. There was much preparation to do for next month’s attempt at drawing a mate.
She stumbled back up the stairs, heading for her bed, and fell onto it exhausted. Still, sleep refused to come. Some sense of anticipation kept her eyes from closing. The rhythmic ticking of the timekeeper on her nightstand kept her awake and staring at the mirrored ceiling over her bed. The steady hum of hovercraft passing beneath her window bothered her to no end, when usually it lulled her to sleep with certain comfort.
Only when the nightlife below her window lulled and she muted the glow of the timekeeper with her blouse, did she slip into the peaceful world of the oblivious at last.
* * * *
“Where am I and why did you summon me here?” a man snarled as he grabbed her arm and dragged her from beneath the warmth of her blankets.
Jaynee squealed out a protest as he switched on her light, dragged her semi-clad form from her bed, and stood glaring at her.
“What are you doing in my room?” she demanded. Only, once she stood shivering beneath his icy glare, did she really look at the tall man in front of her. Her heart stuttered in her chest as she realized he epitomized the talk, dark, and handsome, she’d often read about in the Romancer Tomes she sold in her store.
Towering over her the way he did, wearing a scowl even a Werewolf would be terrified of, there was no mistaking the man was furious. But that didn’t stop her from staring at him.
His dark hair would
have hung over his shoulders if it hadn’t been tied back with a thin gold band. Amber eyes glittered at her with hate and derision. Wide, muscular shoulders that looked like they’d barely fit through her door, tapered down to a narrow waist, so defined, she could see the ripples of muscles beneath his shirt. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, and he sneered his revulsion.
“If this is some trick to get me to reconsider my declaration of war, you can be sure I will not be fooled.”
“W—war?” Oh, my gods! They’ve gone and done it! They will destroy the world!
“You know as well as I do Banart—” he said the word as if it were a curse. “The Savari are not willing to stand about with their digits up their arses while you burn us out of our homes.”
“Bone-arts?” she stuttered.
“Do not play the fool with me, female! You are in no position to act the part of the innocent either.” He paced the room, agitatedly running his fingers through his hair. “I must get back to my ship. How will I launch an attack if I cannot reach my people?”
Jaynee grabbed the sheet from her bed when the sound of loud footsteps sounded on the stairs. Her eyes grew round with fright as she contemplated two complete strangers traipsing about her shop and home. She glanced over at her communicator sitting idle on her nightstand and inched closer. She must call the authorities before someone got hurt.
“Oh, no you don’t,” the stranger said, grabbing the communicator from her trembling hands. “One friend is enough. You are not calling for reinforcements.” He threw the device against the wall and it shattered into a hundred pieces.
“F—friend?” Was the man delusional? He was the one with friends.
He grabbed her, turned her around, and placed her in front of him before the bedroom door crashed open.
* * * *
Wearing naught but his street rags, Lucan Maedoc stormed up the stairs, prepared to gut the person that summoned him. He’d had the perfect cover, hiding in plain sight within feet of the Carrillian Rebel headquarters. The leader of the Savari, Dare Raden, was supposed to meet with them tonight and Lucan planned to gather whatever information he could, then report back to his superiors. If it looked like Raden really meant to fight against the Banart, then he’d arrange a private meeting. But until then, he needed more information about the mysterious ruler of Savar, a mostly forested planet few even knew existed.
Just as he intercepted a transmission announcing a delay in the meeting time, he found himself transported from his post to the center of a tiny shop filled with shelves of books and naught much else. His military training immediately kicked in. He needed to ascertain his position and locate any possible enemies, before plotting his next move.
A quick reconnaissance of the shop showed no one lay in wait downstairs. In fact, nothing about this place, or the town he’d spotted outside the glass, looked familiar to him. After he checked out the loft, he needed to find a way to contact his people.
How could he determine whether or not war with Savari, as well as the Banart, was necessary if he wasn’t there to actually do any spying? Whoever had pulled him out before he completed his mission, better pray he was satisfied with whatever reason they chose to give him, or they’d regret toying with national security this way.
He scanned the shop once more before heading toward the stairway behind the counter. A raised voice at the top of the building drew his attention. He tilted his head in amazement. They weren’t even trying to be quiet.
Shaking his head, he started up the stairs, a stunner wand grasped in one hand, a sharp blade in the other. If someone had brought him here to slaughter him, he’d not go down without one hell of a fight.
Feeling no need to keep his entrance quiet, he took one step back and rammed the door open with his shoulder. He quickly scanned the tiny room, only spotting two people—a man and a woman. And from the look of things they weren’t on the friendliest of terms. Lovers spat, maybe? They stood together, one of the man’s arms wrapped around her neck, the other holding her head. Was he going to break her neck?
“Don’t come any closer, Banart!”
“What?” He looked from the man to the woman and she stared back at him, perhaps trying to ask for his help with a look. He may be there unwillingly but at least he wasn’t threatening to kill her. Yet. And besides, this was the perfect opportunity to find out just what type of leader Dare Raden really was.
And, looking at the man, there was no doubt in his mind that’s who held the trembling woman. He looked just like his brother at rebel headquarters. The rebels would have taken the man into custody to ensure his brother’s cooperation if not for the fear of the reprisal such an action would cause. Suspicious, he narrowed his eyes. How had he managed to be exactly where he needed to be when even the Carrillian Rebels didn’t know why the meeting was delayed?
His gaze once again settled on the terrified woman. If he hadn’t worried that an ambush might lie in wait up here, he would have taken the time to really look at her. As it was now, knowing only the three of them were in the room, he couldn’t help but stare at her unusual beauty.
Hair as black as sin hung in tousled waves, curling around her heaving breasts. Her smoky grey eyes were framed by the thickest sooty black lashes he’d ever seen. Purple markings of power were etched below her eyes and across her cheeks.
His attention was drawn to her lush lips when she wet them with her tongue. He could smell her nervousness, mixed with desire, and it only served to ratchet up the lust flowing through his body. True submissiveness was born, not trained and she had the scent of a true submissive.
His cock twitched, began to grow behind the closing of his pants when Raden’s forearm brushed against her breasts, making her nipples hard. He could just imagine suckling on them as he drove his cock into her cunt. By the Lady Goddess, what was wrong with him?
* * * *
The new man, at least as tall as her assailant, was as fair as the man at her back was dark. His blonde hair stood up in short spikes on the top of his head. Green eyes, the color of Caba stones glittered menacingly over her shoulder at the man who threatened to do her harm.
His well-toned physique and costly weapons belied his worn clothing and she wondered if the man had recently fallen into dire straits or if he wasn’t exactly what he portrayed. His expression looked too fierce, his stance overly aggressive, it made her question if he weren’t more than his appearance made him seem.
Before she could think on that further, he tucked the knife behind his back and stepped closer to where she was being held.
“Let go of the female, Raden and explain where you've brought me, and why?”
“Brought you? It is you and this… this siren, who summoned me, Banart.”
The light haired man shook his head, stepping even closer. Did he plan on attacking her too? Her mind spun. What was going on? Had she summoned these warriors to her last night when she cast the spell? That couldn’t be right though. If this were her doing, only one man would have appeared, not two. Right? By the Lady Goddess, why were such trivial thoughts running through her mind when just the slightest squeeze by her attacker would cut off her air supply, and she’d see the three moons of Calla rise no more?
The golden man snorted in derision. “I am no Banart. I am Lucan Maedoc, a Pantari, from the planet of Pantair.
“And what do the Pantari want with the Carrillian’s? I thought you were a peaceful planet.”
“I was sent to spy on you, Raden. If it looked as though you were aligning yourself with the Carrillian government and the Banart, my orders were to terminate you.”
“And if I’m not?”
“I’m to convince you to join the people of Pantair against the approaching Banart army.”
Jaynee closed her eyes. Part of her was scared shitless. Another, bolder part of her was very aware of the two men in her bedroom. And did the one behind her call her a siren? Did that mean he thought she was attractive? She closed her eyes. Focus, Jaynee. It’s
the middle of the night and there are two strange men in your home. What could she do to get them out of her house?
She opened her eyes, her gaze darting around the room. “Um… there’s a café down the street. Maybe you two could get to know each other there.”
The man at her back let her go and pushed her away from him. She stumbled and landed on the bed. Rolling over, she looked up at the two men who now stood side by side, their trust for each other against a common enemy overruling their animosity for one another.
“You say you don’t know how you got here?” the one called Dare asked the newcomer.
The other man shook his head and glanced her way, a thoughtful expression on his face. “No. I have no idea how I got here. One minute, I was standing outside the Carrillian Rebel headquarters and the next thing I knew I was downstairs standing amidst shelves full of books.”
“It was the same for me,” Dare said, his expression thoughtful. “One minute I was in my ship orbiting this planet, the next I was here, standing next to this woman’s bed.”
The blond tilted his head. “It is possible she brought us here. The power to call us is within her.”
Turning toward the newcomer, the dark haired man frowned. “What do you mean?”
“The purple markings below her eyes denote her powers. If I’m not mistaken those particular tattoos mean she’s one of the High Priestesses on this planet. That means she probably is not only spiritually powerful, but has psychic ability, and can communicate with people in high places—namely the Lady Goddess.”
His gaze found her again. He didn’t hide the fact that he was appraising her body. His amber-eyed gaze burned a trail over her flesh, pausing at her breasts until her chest burned with the effort to hold her breath. She didn’t want him to think she thrust her breasts out for his inspection, though she’d wanted to do just that.