God of Fire (Collection)
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by Marteeka Karland
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Dark Fantasy
Description: Fire. Water. Earth. Air. Each has its own aggressions. Each has its own passions. Put them in human form, and nature explodes. It all begins with Pyros, the God of Fire, and the only woman who has ever touched him. But even Allison's love isn't enough to prevent mayhem when fire unleashes its wrath. Water follows with its Goddess, Jada, sheltering the lost city of Atlantis, and earth with Talon and all the strength and stability of a mountain. Finally, Angelina gently works with air to complete the circle of the elemental magic they all possess. Once the destruction of fire is set in motion, it will take all the passion and love each possesses, along with the mortals and magical creatures who love them, to complete a story ages in the making. This collection contains the previously released novellas in The Elementals series: God of Fire, Goddess of Water, God of Earth, and Goddess of Air.
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: November 2009
14 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [354 KB]
Reading time: 229-320 min.
"The sheer imagination that Ms. Karland has is absolutely amazing. She ties together a new mythology and a relatively new science and brings you a phenomenal world. Not only do you get a great story, but you also get a fabulous romance (with a little steamy sex thrown in). I don't think I'll hear "I Feel the Earth Move" by Carole King in quite the same way anymore. I can only hope that there will be more in The Elementals series."--Serena, Fallen Angel Reviews "4 Hearts! Ms. Karland writes with much flair and draws the reader in with her multidimensional characters, an exciting storyline and highly erotic sex."--Dawn, Love Romances Praise for Goddess of Water "This was a masterfully written book and I cannot wait for the rest of this series."--Fallen Angel Reviews 5 Hearts! "WOW is all this reviewer can say as I read Goddess of Water. This is truly one of those series that live on after the last page is read."--Love Romances 5 flags! "The sexuality in this story between the principal characters is woven intrinsically into the plot; and characters from the other novellas in the Elementals series are brought in, but in such a way that this book can still be read as a stand-alone. Each main character is realistic, understandable, and the reader can empathise with each. I really enjoyed this book. It is the first of Ms. Karland's I've read, and it's made a convert of me. I anticipate reading the rest of this series, and all her other writings as well."--Euro-Reviews Praise for God of Earth "5 Flags! If this story doesn't sizzle your innards, shiver your timbers, short out your battery-operated toys, and leave you wishing she could find more Elementals than these four, then you just aren't human."--Annie, Euro Reviews "4 Cups! If you are looking for adventure and some steamy sex, then this book is for you. Ms. Karland has written an exciting tale with wonderful characters that blend well with each other."--Matilda, Coffeetime Romance Reviews "5 Flags! If the reader is seeking a captivating read with a futuristic 'it really could happen' theme, hot erotic sex, and a compelling love story, this is it!"--Annie, Euro Reviews Praise for Goddess of Air Five Hearts! "Run to grab Ms. Karland's exquisite finale in this series... and see what happens in the climatic ending that had this reviewer gasping in delight! Ms. Karland is an exquisite writer who will capture the imagination of her readers with the first page to the last and this entire series is highly recommended to be on your bookshelf!"--Dawn, Love Romances "Goddess of Air...is a whirlwind read.... This is a fantastic series of delights that oozes with heated fury."--Linda L., The Romance Studio
Geysers exploded and spewed all over Yellowstone National Park, some with deadly effects. The scientist in her called them geothermal events, but Allison knew it was something more--a prelude of what was to come. The fire beneath the surface struggled to dominate the earth, disrupting the balance. Angry waves of energy almost overwhelmed her, and she reached out with her being toward the massing force.
Immediately, something lashed out at her. A sharp, blinding pain burning through her head, driving her to her knees. It was as if her brain were boiling. Allison screamed but somehow held firm to the flows of fire swelling toward the surface. She "pushed" with all her might, but it wasn't enough. She couldn't prevent the explosion. A lifetime of studying this place and volcanology told her the sequence of events was all wrong, but there was no denying what her other senses told her.
Yellowstone was going to erupt.
Knowing she couldn't outrun the imminent pyroclastic flows, Allison embraced the power, choosing to die trying to save as many people as she could rather than trying to save only herself.
Just as the power rushing through her became too much, he was there, struggling to contain the fire as well. Instinctively, she added her strength to his, redirecting her energy to the greater presence of power. It wasn't long before she was swamped with the lust and heat she had come to associate with his presence. It started out as a painful, burning blend but settled almost immediately into a sexual urge more powerful than any she had ever experienced.
Pushing everything to the back of her mind, she concentrated all her strength on giving as much energy to the man as she could. He snatched it like a lifeline. Relief, lust, curiosity, and desire all warred within him. His presence always eased her burden, but she had never known him to struggle, and she had never known so completely that her presence added strength to his.
She thought this would be the time that this being of such immense power would assert his dominance over her, but he simply brushed her cheek with a mental touch and continued his efforts to control the fire with her help.
It wasn't long before the magma screamed, sending one last burst of energy in an effort to escape. The energy spike should have killed Allison, but the male presence shielded her from the worst of the rush. Allison was awed by his control over the fire, the most violent of the elements. Once he had full control of her added strength, he scattered the power surges in a thousand directions, dissipating the energy until it was impotent.
An enraged bellow echoed in Allison's head, the last remnants of this uprising of the now contained magma. Breathing a sigh of relief, she sat on the ground and tried to focus on the mysterious being still connected to her. She had felt him with her many times throughout her life, but this was the first time she had felt an almost human side to him. She made him stronger, and she took tremendous pride in that.
His presence was soothing, like a balm applied to the sting of so much energy. He also fed the lust within her. She had never needed a man so much in her life! Her pussy dripped and throbbed in time with the pulsing of the magma, and she realized he was connected with the fire on some stronger level than even she was.
With the danger gone, his concentration focused on her. The intensity of his attention was disconcerting. She felt naked, exposed, as if he knew her every desire, every need. She couldn't help but wonder if he would be that attentive a lover.
Who are you?
His voice in her head startled her. Her response was automatic. My name is Allison.
That does not answer my question, my lovely. His gentle reprimand held a hint of humor. I want to know who you are that you have control over fire.
I merely settle the energy, push it back. I would not call that control.
Hmm. Allison could almost see him rubbing his chin in contemplation. We shall see. You will await me at the lake.
Will I? And if I refuse?
He chuckled. You will not. You are just as curious as I.
Touche. Fair is fair. Who are you?
Allison could almost see him puff his chest out. I am Pyros, God of Fire.
With his last words, Allison felt him slip away. His touch simply melted into oblivion. She was left alone in the midst of the chaos around her.
Chaos. She could feel the ancient god everywhere. His presence dominated this area and would until the people realized the threat of fire was gone. Chaos thrived on fear and disorganization. Both were present here in abundance. The result might not be the catastrophic destruction it could have been, but the end result was the same, if on a smaller scale. Chaos would feed off the fear of every living thing and grow stronger until he was finally ready to make another attempt to rule once again.
Looking around her, Allison realized she was the only person not moving away from the park. She started to follow everyone else, but she couldn't. Pyros was right. She was very curious.
Stepping away from the throng of people rushing from the park, Allison headed for Yellowstone Lake. Why not? The danger was gone, for the moment. Why not meet this man who had power over the very fires of hell?
Allison found the earth had been unsettled significantly during the magma surge. Yellowstone Lake had flooded nearby woodlands. She immediately reached for the fire underneath her. It was restless, but stable.
For the moment.
Searching the area, she looked for Pyros. She could no longer actively sense his presence, but she knew he was near. She was drawn to him even more than she was drawn to the fire.
It wasn't long before a geyser erupted, steam and water spouting from the earth in a fine spray. When the fog and mist cleared, a man walked toward her.
He was powerfully built; muscle and sinew in abundance were evident even from a distance. His skin, however, was deep ebony with no variance in skin tone. He was as dark as the blackness of space. His hair was a flaming orange, flowing in waves all around his head in the rush from the geyser.
He was gloriously naked, every splendid inch of his body visible as he walked toward her. His cock bobbed gently between his legs--fully erect--as dark as the rest of him, nestled in a small nest of dark orange curls. The muscles in his chest and arms bunched as he clenched and unclenched his fists.
He was definitely a god. And he definitely put a fire between her legs.
As he approached, the same rush of lust Allison had experienced when she'd first felt his presence swamped her senses. She had the almost irresistible urge to fall to her knees and suck his huge, glistening cock down her throat as far as she could until she was rewarded with his seed.
Allison shook her head. She absolutely had to be strong. A man like this could devour her spirit and leave nothing of her self behind. "Pyros, I presume." Her voice shook a little, no matter how much she tried to control it.
"Allison." His voice was hoarse, gruff. "You have a unique gift."
"As do you." Strong. She had to be strong. Pyros moved his hand as if to caress her cheek. Oh, God! He was going to touch her. But he stopped short of her face.
Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply. "You are not of the fire, yet you are connected to me." He opened his eyes suddenly, and they glowed, a soft, golden amber. "Why is that?"
"I--I don't know. This isn't the first time we've touched each other." Her voice sounded breathless to her own ears. "Why is it that you're suddenly interested enough to ask?"
Pyros grinned. "Because the time was not right. You were not ready." He held out his hand. "Walk with me, Allison."
Allison knew better than to take his hand. She knew she shouldn't touch him--she could feel it in her gut--but she did, anyway.
Flames! White-hot heat! Her hand tingled and burned where it joined his, the heat flowing up her arm to her breasts. The warmth was intense. Fire! All around her. The sharp scent of ozone mixed with cinnamon and the crackle of flame.
"Oh, my God." Allison's whimper sounded too much like an invitation to her. She tried to pull away, but where her mind was willing, her flesh was weak. Her body wanted hot, sweaty, knock-her-socks-off sex. With Pyros, God of Fire.
Even if it killed her.
Pyros growled and pulled Allison into his arms, crushing his mouth down on hers. His tongue invaded, and he was lost in the passion of their joined mouths. The fire swirled around in his mind, leaping toward them, rising to the surface.
Had he waited too long?
Pyros had never experienced anything like it. The fire, the woman... nothing made any sense except her lips fused to his. Tunneling his fingers into her silky, coal-black hair, he positioned her just where he wanted and settled in to feast.
She was sweet heaven after a lifetime of hell. This was what he had been denied all these millennia, what he had denied himself. He had taken many lovers, but no woman--or man--had been given the blessing of the fire.
The air sizzled. His veins flowed with fire. He and Allison drew the anger of fire and turned it into passion, channeling over a hundred and fifty thousand years of chained energy from this place into one explosive kiss.
Pyros wanted to take her right there, knew that she would give herself to him willingly, but something held him back. Something wasn't right.
Pulling back from her sharply, Pyros held her hair in a fierce grip. He searched her eyes, her face, for some clue to what was happening. Her wide, sky-blue eyes stared at him in awe.
"Can you feel the fire?" Allison's whisper caused chills to dance up and down his spine. Curious, this sensual introduction of cold where before there had been only the burning.
"I can always feel the fire, my Allison." My Allison. Damn, that sounded so right.
"Always?" Puzzlement dimmed her beautiful, luminous eyes. "The fire always sings to you? Always dances through you?" She swiped a hand across her forehead. When she pulled it back, it was damp with sweat, and Pyros captured her wrist.
"What do you mean 'dances through you'?" His lust forgotten, he concentrated all his being on the fire.
"I thought the fire would consume me for a moment. But it wasn't angry like it was before. This was something else. Just as primitive, but different..." Her words stopped short, and her eyes grew impossibly wider. Allison jerked back and looked him up and down.
Glancing at his own hand, Pyros saw the reason for her distress. His skin was no longer glossy black, but had returned to its normal golden brown. He sighed, relieved. "My skin only changes with extreme moods of the fire. It is part of our connection." He smiled. "I might be able to control it to a certain degree, but the fire also controls me--to a certain degree."
Allison nodded, still not moving back into his embrace. "I wouldn't have survived if we hadn't stopped when we did, Pyros."
"Something wasn't in harmony. You." Pyros narrowed his eyes. "You are mine, Allison. You will want me the same way I want you." He would have it no other way. Best if she realized that now. The God of Fire always got what he wanted.
Allison barked a laugh and stepped a little farther away from him. "I will do only what I want to do. If I don't want you to touch me, Pyros, you won't. God of Fire or not, I say who touches me."
"You already want me. Why do you fight it? You have to know you can't win." He couldn't help the smirk in his voice. No one could resist fire.
"I can, and I will." Allison raised her chin a notch and backed away another step. "I'm drawn to you, yes. But beyond making sure this volcano doesn't erupt, I have no interest in you." She threw her hands up in exasperation. "I don't even know you! But you're insufferably arrogant. I don't need you barging into my life."
He grinned, advancing on her once again. "Yes you do. And I just bet you like arrogant men more than you'll admit to." He inhaled deeply. "I excite you."
"Quite the opposite. And even one arrogant male is definitely too many."
She stopped her retreat and stood her ground. He had to give her one thing--she wasn't easily intimidated.
"You could make a man's blood boil even if you didn't share the fire. I can sense your passion, Allison. Very soon, it will be mine as well." His voice was a little huskier than he would have liked, but when a gentle flush crept up her neck and face, he knew he'd had the desired effect. "Go home, Allison. I'll come to you tonight and we'll finish what we started."
She jerked her back straight, clenching her fists and gritting her teeth. "And hell might freeze over, too."
Pyros chuckled. "Only if the water goddess is in a foul mood. Until tonight, my Allison." Summoning the flames that would return him to his home in the underworld, Pyros vanished as the fire died out on the earth.
This might turn out to be a good day, after all.