New Release of Oracle's Vision!
Amanda Culter needs a time out. After spending much of her life on the run with no one believing her, she's committed the ultimate fuck up. She allowed her friends and unit to walk into a trap, killing three and hurting her best friend, Ben Kogan. With the orders to recharge and gain the ability to trust those around her, she heads to Wiccan Haus, hoping they can figure out what happens next. She never expected to meet a polar bear with a surly disposition or an oracle. Nor was she expecting either of them to be her mates.
A change is coming.
Niamh Laleh, Oracle and green witch, is happily mated to the man who stole her heart over seventy years ago. But when a vision of a sad, distraught Auburn haired woman fills her dreams night after night, she knows what she has to do.
Arcades Bennett knows not to question his mate's visions and when she says she must go to a place called Wiccan Haus and seek out the woman in her dreams, he agrees. What he isn't prepared for is finding a second mate.
Resisting the pull grows impossible as their friendship blossoms, but when push comes to shove, can he seal all three of them, or will Amanda slip right through their fingers?
The trap was set. For so long, she’d struggled under the rule of Darius the III. Their rotten families did nothing but use her gift for ill. Of course, so did her parents. In the beginning, they’d used her stories as ways of gaining what they wanted. Her father yearned for the shepherd’s land to graze his paltry, malnourished sheep. Her mother desired only the finest of silks to wear, so she sought to take the tent of a merchant—by force if need be. Her parents conspired day and night, devising schemes of foolhardy nature.
Nai talked in her sleep occasionally. Her ramblings, though not meaningful to her at the time, held a wealth of information her parents could take advantage of. They wrote down everything and, after several days of planning, they went to Darius the III himself, to tell him of the treachery befallen the beauteous city of Pasargadae. Enraged by the plots to overthrow him, Darius the III pulled the shepherd from his land, and the merchant from his stall, and threw them into the putrid cells of the capital. Two days later, their heads were severed from their bodies as a reminder to everyone who challenged Darius the III rule.
When Nai learned her sleep-addled babbling had helped kill those who had the audacity to have more than her parents, she refused to help them or the king in any endeavor, instead choosing a more solitary life.
Unfortunately, being an oracle had its limits. She never knew what would come of her life, only the lives of those around her. If she happened to be have a personal connection to them, she sometimes received glimpses of her future entwined with theirs.
Five summers came and went and during that time, she learned to control her visions. Honing them to the point where she could rest without fear of spilling someone’s future.
She was fifteen when Darius the III’ men appeared at her hut, took turns raping her until they each had their fill then brought her battered body to the king. His cold, venomous words rang clear in her head. “A pity an oracle such as you would resist the finer things in life. A gilded cage is where you’ll stay until such time I see fit to release you on my prey.” Later she found out, through slaves and concubines, her parents sold her to the king.
Her enslavement had brought her parents two goats and a chicken, plus the envy of those who conspired with them….
The years passed with little to no change in her status. If she had thought to escape, all those she considered friends died horrible deaths in front of her. Since she’d refused to voluntarily help, she never saw their deaths and, in turn, shame and guilt weighed heavily on her soul, leaving behind a black stain she’d never remove.
Two more years passed. Deep sadness settled over her like a dark cloud promising flooding rains. “Ah, there you are,” Darius the III said, a brilliant smile spread across his lips. “It is time to fly, my beautiful bird.” He clapped his hands twice and a harem of women descended on him. “Tonight, you will greet the great Alexander, and you will destroy him.”
His smile never faltered as he spoke. “By feeding him misinformation, of course.” His gaze slid over her and revulsion slithered down her spine as he brushed his knuckles against her cheek. “I have spread many rumors of your powers and your beauty. We both know Alexander can’t refuse a willing, tantalizing woman.” Darius’ arrogance knew no bounds. “When he sees the great oracle has gone free, he will take you for his own. Then I will use his ego to crush him and those who dared to fight by Alexander’s side.”
She lifted her chin in defiance. “And if I don’t?”
He snapped his fingers. A woman appeared, carrying the infant she’d given birth to no more than three months prior. “I will kill your daughter.”
No. Though she’d been blind to the life expectancy of her child, she also couldn’t allow him to kill her. This was her one chance to free herself and her daughter. “Fine. When I have done this task, you will release my child. Send her away.”
He fisted her hair and gave her a shake. “This is not a negotiation. Go. Now. Spread your legs for the mighty Alexander the Great. If you are successful, you’ll live another day.”
Desert winds whipped around her. The sandstorm had forced Alexander’s men to take shelter behind the dunes. The day had finally come to watch those who ruthlessly used her die slow, torturous deaths. After spending years locked in a cage overlooking the city she once considered home—while being beaten daily if she didn’t reveal some tidbit of information—she found her freedom. A caged bird no more, she stretched her wings and took comfort from the man in her dreams. Alexander the Great. Alex, to those he cherished. And cherish her, he did.
The man had a fetish for boys and women. She even participated in his dalliances a time or two. He was a skillful lover, bringing her to heights untold. Then he cared for her with the utmost tenderness. She fancied herself half in love with the general. Though her kind of love came through rose-colored glasses and little girl fantasies. And, though she could not call him hers, she stood beside him, taking down those who caused her pain.
Nai relayed to him the plans Darius the III put into motion to destroy their army at Gaugamela and seize control of Macedonia. Revenge, pure and simple, had been on her mind along with saving her baby and she had the perfect plan to subvert Darius’ men.
At twilight, a lunar eclipse began. The sky darkened, masking Alexander’s men as they advanced. Perched on a sand parapet, she watched as one by one Darius’ men fell under the cover of complete darkness. By the end of the eclipse, none of Darius the III’s men remained. Their blood soaked the sand and traveled down the Tigris River.
Yes, her version of revenge was sweet and satisfying. However, she never returned to the palace to rescue her daughter. Instead, she had the babe whisked away with Alexander’s help.
The orgy that followed the battle was hedonistic. The sharing of male and female flesh, decadent. Writhing with the wave of arousal and sexual energy flowing through the ornate tent in the middle of the desert amplified all of her abilities. They ate and drank from the flesh, while fucking at leisurely paces. She thrived with Alexander. Became a master manipulator with Alexander. Though she saw his death the day she joined him, she’d not change a single minute of their existence together. The lessons she learned, the fears she vanquished, were all due in very large part to him. The last time she left his tent, three weeks before his death, he wished her well. “In this life and the next,” she whispered, then took her leave….
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