Page 1 of Obsidian Dream

Prologue

11,000 years ago, the Isle of Atlantis sank, forcing the surviving Atlanteans and their Houses to scatter across the world and seek new territories.

For thousands of years, humans and Atlanteans have shared an uneasy history and coexistence.

Chapter One

KHALIDA

6 November 2076

House Azaes Arx, Egypt

Hot lips trailed alongKhalida’s collarbone as sharp incisors scraped her skin, hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to make her bleed.

Warmth washed over her as he held her in place.Heat pooled between her thighs.She was supposed to be on duty.

The sandstone wall dug into her back, reminding her where she was, half hidden in an ornate enclave that led to the oversized balcony.The hall she was currently in the process of being fucked in was one of the smaller reception areas within the main building, normally rarely used.

Except for this week, the influx of Atlanteans visiting the Arx—the ancient Atlantean fortress—meant that privacy was at a premium.Anyone could walk past and peek around the column they were behind.

The knowledge added to the warmth flooding through her.She clenched her thighs together, but that wouldn’t stop him from scenting her arousal.Damn Atlantean heightened senses—there was no hiding her desire when he was this close and the reason she was about to orgasm.

All she had to say was one word, and it would stop.But she wouldn’t.Couldn’t.Her body was in fight or fuck mode.

And he was a hot and willing body.

Just one time.If she got it out of her system, she would go back to the way it was—when he was only a footnote in her memory.

In the distance, the distinct echo of two sets of footsteps, followed by a set of feminine giggles, penetrated the fog of her brain.The intruders stopped mid-step and turned around before quickly scurrying out, their chuckles growing louder and more audacious before the heavy wooden doors banged shut, and Khalida and her mistake in the making were once again alone.Not that the extra set of eyes would have stopped her, or him.

Her eyelids fluttered close, letting the bright sunlight caress her skin from the oversized, multicolored stained-glass window above them, as heat spread through her body.A slight breeze blew the dark-green curtains away from the French pane door, revealing a bright lush oasis—the interior courtyard of the Arx.She had gone there to think in the quiet, away from anyone else, not to be fucked senseless.

His gravelly laughter sent another wave of warmth through her.He held her up against the stone column.His hand wrapped around her neck and his leg positioned hard between her thighs, with enough pressure against her core that if she moved, the friction would send her over the edge.His body covered her from anyone’s view, not that it would stop them from recognizing her distinct silver hair and uniform.

“I can see you have added exhibitionist to your kink list.I approve.”