Change of Darkness (The Change Series Book 3) by Jacinta Jade (best new books to read txt) 📕

that she was in her sevonix form before Chezran’s body had finished backpedalling, but as soon as he could plant one foot firmly on the stone floor, he, too, Changed, and Siraay only had a moment to appreciate that she was facing a larger and stronger version of herself before he leapt at her.

But she was ready and jumped clear before he could touch her, spinning as she did so to lunge forwards and snap at his body.

Yet her teeth clipped together on empty air as Chezran also spun and barrelled his shoulder into hers, the full weight of his body sending Siraay tumbling roughly to the floor and causing her to slide several paces across the smooth, dark stone, the impact of her back against the long table and two chairs making the glasses upon it tinkle and tip, some smashing.

She rolled away and came swiftly to her four feet, but Chezran was already in motion and repeated the manoeuvre a second time, again knocking Siraay off her feet and sending her sliding in a new direction, away from the table.

This time, though, the lord pursued her, and before Siraay could escape, his massive body had pinned hers, one heavy paw batting away her lashing front paws as he dipped his head to her throat, making the sharp edges of his teeth felt below her chin.

Siraay froze as Chezran gave a low growl, aware that he could rip out her throat easily. Her anger was fading, but something else was growing in its stead—an even stronger drive, which became more intense the longer Chezran held her there.

And then the lord’s large silver-black head was lifting away from her throat, and Siraay found herself on her back on the ground, looking up into his large dark eyes, a lust just as strong as hers reflecting back at her.

Then Chezran Changed—one moment the powerful sevonix and the next back to his dark-haired normal form, and Siraay gasped in surprise at the swift Change, the sound of her own voice making her aware that she, too, had shifted.

But then the lust rose up again, and as Chezran bent to kiss her, his hands shifting to cup her face, she lifted her head from the floor, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him back, long and hard.

When the Xarcon lord’s lips parted from hers, he was smiling in satisfaction, but the smile rapidly gave way to a frenzied lust, and Chezran’s hands moved from her face to the top of her blue gown.

Grabbing at the already torn shoulder strap, Chezran also gripped the other strap and, in a demonstration of his strength, ripped Siraay’s gown down the middle in one quick motion, the new rent exposing the lines of her toned stomach and her breasts to the warm air of the room.

Then reaching down still farther while locking eyes with her, Chezran grabbed the torn edges of the leg split in Siraay’s dress and ripped again, and the dress fully parted across her body.

Another quick move of his hands, and her undershorts were only memories of material, leaving her naked except for the golden necklace at her throat.

And Siraay’s hands did not remain idle either, tearing away at the back of Chezran’s shirt, the fabric coming away with a satisfying ripping sound, the muscles in the lord’s broad chest—which she had only ever seen at a distance in the training hall—now on close display for her.

Siraay reached for the clasp on Chezran’s pants, but the lord was quicker, rolling off her to undo them, striping them from his body and flinging them away with a reckless and mindless strength.

Then he was upon her again, and Siraay’s world spun as their passion spiralled together, the heat of their bodies mingling until she thought she might combust.

It lasted for a span. A raging, sensual, and aggressive dance between two powerful predators, both taking what they wanted from the other.

It was a long time before their initial physical hunger for each other was satisfied, and when they were done, Chezran moved away, calling for a guard.

Pleased at her conquest, Siraay sat up, watching curiously as a male soldier stepped into the room, his eyes remaining resolutely fixed high on a far wall as his naked lord addressed him. Siraay rolled her shoulders where she sat, not bothering to hide her own nakedness. Why should she, when her body was this toned, this shapely, and a perfect weapon?

Chezran finished speaking with the guard, gesturing once to something beyond Siraay—probably the former head tactician’s body—and then he spun, striding briskly back across the room to Siraay, before he bent down and scooped her up off the floor into his arms.

Siraay gasped out loud in surprise, but the lord was already carrying her towards the doors that were swinging open for them. She frowned when Chezran’s steps didn’t falter, but she didn’t say anything as he walked through the doors and into the public hallway, turning in the direction of the grand staircase.

If he wasn’t shy of showing off his naked body to whomever they might pass after what they had just done, then she wouldn’t be either.

Strength for strength.

Yet Chezran quickly allayed those concerns as he glanced down at her, her head resting against his shoulder, her legs over his arm. ‘The guards have cleared anyone from the halls. But I’m not done with you yet.’

Siraay raised her eyebrows at him, curious and teasing, as the lord carried her swiftly up the grand staircase, turned on the landing, then walked up to a second floor she hadn’t yet seen.

Because it was his floor, she promptly realised as they emerged onto a landing.

Two large doors burst open before them with a well-placed kick by Chezran that barely slowed him down, and Siraay gazed about for a brief moment at the enormous, luxuriously appointed space before she was laid down on a massive bed.

‘You’re mine,’ he growled in a low voice, leaning over her. ‘You belong to