...Sarek looked down at her as she snuggled closer to his body, curving and accepting him in ways he hadn’t anticipated quite so quickly. Gar had been the one to smooth the path for him. Sarek really had no extensive experience with women such as Krystallina. He had been called to the forest when still a young man of the body in this incarnation. So although not a virgin, he’d not spent a great deal of time becoming intimately acquainted with the females of the tribe where he grew up.

His household in the misted forests was made up of men, many of them apprentices still gaining knowledge to go out in the world to rescue others of the Aestivalian tribe bloodline. Their people had waited for this moment for thousands of years. And now, finally, the time was right, if Krystallina would accept her destiny to help lead their people. If all went as it should, then the Aestivali tribe could again reveal itself and come home where they belonged. They would no longer need to hide.

Sarek’s mentor had never married and, the times being as they were, few Aestivalian soul survivors were rooted from the safety of human tribes to be returned to the misted forests where their true natures could be unveiled and nurtured. But the time had come to begin the process in earnest. Krystallina was the first woman to be revealed and directed toward her true homeland. But Sarek had hopes that she would not be the last.

Krystallina’s thigh shifted between his own and he felt his cock stir in response. Already her gifts were rising to the surface and they had yet to perform the final earth ritual—her rebonding with the misted forests. Once that was accomplished she would be safe from Kadin, protected not only by Sarek and his apprentices, but by the very forest itself. She would be succored and nurtured by the earth from which her soul had once sprung.

Sarek leaned down to brush his lips across the soft, pale skin of her cheek. Her lashes fluttered and she opened her eyes. Something deeply rooted inside him recognized her scent and her touch and he responded to it without restraint. In fact, he reveled in her soft, female body and was determined to become reacquainted with every inch of her flesh.

Carefully he rolled her onto her back and pushed down the covers. The golden morning sunlight filtered through the branches caressing her skin. He stroked his fingertips over the enticing mounds of her full breasts, swirling the tip of his index finger lightly over the tip of a peaked nipple. Her soft sigh spun through him.

Her thighs parted, an offering he was not going to turn down. He levered himself over her, blotting out the warmth of the sun, and she curled her arms around his neck.

“How can I possibly want to feel you inside me again? Last night was so…so…”

He lightly brushed her lips, then pushed his tongue between them. She eagerly sucked at it, a passionate growl rising from her throat as she arched toward him. His cock found a snug home between her wet lips and he rubbed against her opening, his erection brushing against her stiff little clit.

“Your little bud of pleasure had me mesmerized last night.”

She wiggled her hips, causing him to groan. “Does it still have your attention?”

He smiled, then began to move down her body, nipping and licking a silken trail all the way down to her smooth entrance. Sarek looked up at her as his tongue flicked over the bud of pink flesh, then sank into her pussy.

Her cry of pleasure and her hands twined in his hair egged him on. The taste of her was sweet and wild, lush with life. Her passionate cream tasted of defiance and tenderness, and he lapped at it with the greed of a miser who would not waste a drop of her precious nectar.

“Sarek. Sarek, please.”