The Other Door

By Loretta Laird

Banished to a realm below ground the Sheeman have waited for a chance to find the elusive key that will save them from the oppression of Keira Queen of the Fae and open the legendary door back into the human realm. None are keener than Lek, a golden-winged warrior who yearns for a time he has only heard of in tales from the old ones.

Freya often wonders why she is different. Her appearance is not like any other person she knows and she craves sex like the air she breaths. Spilt blood and a doorway between realms unlock a heritage and a destiny she has never before imagined.

When Sheeman and humans meet once more what secrets will be uncovered and will Freya and Lek manage to defeat Keira and unite the realms?

Reader Advisory: This book contains highly-sexed characters; a heroine who wonders what makes her different and a sexy Sheeman (unpredictable cousins of the fae). Destiny has never felt so good!

PUBLISHER NOTE: Fantasy Romance. 44,500 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Jul 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463773383

Loretta Laird

My name is Loretta Laird, and I am a romance-aholic! My passion is to write books that I like to read. I love to get lost in a book though seldom get the opportunity being a busy mum. I enjoy cooking, mostly cakes as that’s what I love to eat. My ambition is to buy a cabin by a lake and sit and write all day, creating worlds and stories that are enjoyed by many.

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THE OTHER DOOR

LORETTA LAIRD

Banished to a realm below ground the Sheeman have waited for a chance to find the elusive key that will save them from the oppression of Keira Queen of the Fae and open the legendary door back into the human realm. None are keener than Lek, a golden-winged warrior who yearns for a time he has only heard of in tales from the old ones.

Freya often wonders why she is different. Her appearance is not like any other person she knows and she craves sex like the air she breaths. Spilt blood and a doorway between realms unlock a heritage and a destiny she has never before imagined.

When Sheeman and humans meet once more what secrets will be uncovered and will Freya and Lek manage to defeat Keira and unite the realms?

Reader Advisory: This book contains highly-sexed characters; a heroine who wonders what makes her different and a sexy Sheeman (unpredictable cousins of the fae). Destiny has never felt so good!

PUBLISHER NOTE: Fantasy Romance. 44,500 words.

THE OTHER DOOR

LORETTA LAIRD

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THE OTHER DOOR

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PROLOGUE

Deeper than mankind has ever dwelt and further into the Earth than even the dwarves would mine, lies the almost forgotten land of Mysticia. It is a place of unnatural beauty where rock and mineral provide the colourful horizon and light is formed from the explosive core of the planet itself. Streams flow and the purity of the water cleanses all who stop to drink their fill. The magical inhabitants that call this enchanted place their home have slipped from legend and faded into time itself. They are The Sheeman; cousins, of sorts, to the fae yet without the fragile beauty of the supernatural race. Their wings spread out in majestic arcs, tainted with the colours of the earth yet glimmering like the hidden gems that lay buried in the rock that surrounds them. Their bodies are hard and defined, toned from toiling at the unyielding surface of their home yet always ready for battle. Dark eyes glisten with barely concealed desire and the intricate metallic marks that adorn every inch of their skin tell the tale of their history and their hope for the future. Hairless, their beauty lies in their chiselled features and flawless complexions. A sight to behold, they are the loose cannons of the Mystical realms due to their meddlesome charm and their passionate nature.

The Sheeman exist due to the benevolence of Keira, Queen of the Fae. Her reign, spanning a millennium, brought about the banishment of The Sheeman from the mortal realm. Her magic confined them to Mysticia bound to no longer venture into the human world to cause the chaos and misery that had been their trademark. Insatiable, the Sheeman had succumbed to the desires of the flesh and sought out human mates to pillage and destroy. Their strength and lust were no match for the fragile human race. None could resist the charms of The Sheeman; their mesmerising eyes and intoxicating scent made their prey weak and totally compliant. Fuelled by desire alone, their intent was not to harm, and this was their only saving grace when Keira’s verdict was heard. A few Halflings were sired, human looking but with a sexual appetite that excelled that of their kind. Some of these offspring rotted in human jails, punished for their very natures by a society that frowned on sexual deviance, or else they found a way to exist under the radar.

Keira, sworn guardian of the weak human race, could not tolerate the abuses that she beheld. Summoning the Sheeman elders to her palace, they were tried and found guilty of abusing their magical gifts in the worse possible way, against an inferior species. She closed off the land of Mysticia with a powerful spell preventing any passage to the surface for all eternity. All that remained was a sealed door, the necessary talisman of the enchantment. Its purpose was to contain the magic without draining the Queen. Such a spell may otherwise have caused the death of its creator. The door was insignificant. It stood just three feet high and was made of solid oak. Brass fittings adored its surface and a large keyhole completed the illusion that it was just an ordinary door. Cleverly cast, the spell ensured the door remained transient. It existed in the human realm yet hid itself under hedgerow and within the heavy walls of ancient ruins, never to be detected; never to be breached.

CHAPTER 1

Freya sighed as her orgasm subsided and she was left with the strange empty feeling that usually followed her euphoria. The man who rode her continued with his deep thrusts grunting out her name and urging her to join him in his release. She panted and moaned diligently until she felt him shudder and then still.

Rolling off her, the man smiled and squeezed her exposed breast.

You are awesome, babe. Seriously. Awesome.

Freya closed her long fingers over his larger ones and fluttered her eyelashes coyly.

Why thank you, sir, she drawled in a mock southern style. You ain’t so bad yourself.

She curled up into the warmth of his body and soon heard the contented breathing of a sated man sleeping. Freya was far from drowsy. She puzzled over her reactions to the man who now cradled her.

Hank Steadman the Third was everything that Freya had dreamed of. He clearly desired her; the last few hours had been a testament to that. He had a secure job as a professor of history at the local university and he treated her with due care and respect. He was six foot two and deliciously handsome. He looked more like a cowboy than an academic and his toned body reflected the hours he spent in the university pool with the state water polo team.

It was rare for a man to dwarf Freya. Her six-foot frame and broad shoulders were just the physical manifestations of her dominating presence. Her friends called her bossy and her previous boyfriends had baulked at her ambition and relentless planning. Her closely cropped blonde hair, which may have made her seem overly masculine, had the effect of softening her face and framing her pale blue eyes. Her skin contradicted her colouring and glowed warm and amber despite the season. Her teeth flashed perfectly white in her radiant smile. Freya despaired of her hair, which simply refused to grow and hated her stature with a passion. She longed to be petit and reserved like her one close friend, who claimed the lion’s share of any male attention the two attracted when out.

Hank laughed at her fanatic organisation. It was, he had explained to her, the reason he had selected her to come on this field trip to the south of England with him. He teased her gently for her attempts to control him and relished in her fiercely passionate nature that usually resulted in hot, frantic sex. Freya was insatiable. She had always had a healthy libido and Hank was, by no means, her first. Freya craved sex and it occupied much of her waking and sleeping hours. She thrilled in the sensation of orgasm yet crashed in the aftermath of her fulfilment. Freya ached inside as her pleasure quickly receded leaving her feeling bereft and alone. Only the beginnings of another sexual encounter could diminish the numbness that settled inside her gut like a cancer.

Friends and partners that Freya had occasionally really confided in, had declared her a nymphomaniac and suggested counselling. Freya was beginning to think her advisors were correct in their diagnosis. Hank should have been enough. His lust was almost a match for her own and he readily obliged her sexual appetite. Hank was a skilled lover and his strong hands and adventurous tongue often had Freya achieving a shuddering climax over and over. Satisfying her driving need for sexual gratification, the comedowns were almost too much to bear and Freya often found herself weeping in the powerful arms of her lover.

Far from being put off by her strange and erratic behaviour, Hank was fascinated by her. He bombarded her with questions regarding her desires and listened intently to her honest replies. Freya was grateful for his understanding but rather wary of his keen interest. His fascination for her family tree and the details of her upbringing were beginning to boarder on the fanatical.

Freya cursed her negative musings. Her post-coital regression into the darkest depths of her thoughts was always her undoing. There was only one way to counter her depressive dwelling and she smiled as she lowered her head to connect with Hank’s flaccid, slumbering manhood.

Hank slowly opened his sleepy eyelids. Slumber was a constant stranger since he began seeing the feisty Amazon-like woman who set his pulse on fire. Her insatiable need for him sent desire rocketing through his body and straight down to his cock where it swelled and thickened into her warm, wet mouth. Hank groaned with pleasure. Freya’s willingness to suck him off would have given him full bragging rights in the locker room if he had been a few years younger. As it was, even at the ripe old age of thirty-two, he still wanted to shout from the rooftops about how much sex he was having.

As her tongue curled around the tip of him, he felt cold air rush around where her mouth should be. He moved his hands down to grab her hair and push her onto him, urging her to take all of him into her long throat. He growled as a light giggle thwarted his desires and her tongue grazed the tip of his dick instead, lapping at the moisture that his rock-hard erection had produced. Freya cupped her elegant fingers over his balls and squeezed gently, moving her attention to the sack that housed them. Her other hand trailed up and down his length, refusing to take hold of him despite his gruff demands.

Wank me! he gasped, desperate already to spill himself into her hand or mouth.

The carnal urges that she brought out of him had been a constant and welcome surprise. His thoughts sprung to grabbing her tormenting hands and sinking himself deep inside her until she begged him for release.

Just when he could stand it no more, Freya adjusted her position and turned her body around, straddling his shoulders and lowering her smooth wet pussy to his face.

Hank marvelled at the smooth mound that approached him. He loved the fact that her female form was totally hairless, despite that fact it embarrassed Freya. Now, he could smell himself on her. His own salty scent combined with her musky arousal. He grabbed hold of her rounded buttocks and pulled her close, thrusting his tongue into her and relishing the sound of her gasp. Hank bucked as Freya responded in kind; taking him fully into her mouth and deep into her throat. Her hips gyrated against his mouth, grinding into him and demanding more.

Happy to oblige, Hank moved his hand an inserted a long finger into her. He curled it slightly to hit her sensitive spot, satisfied when he heard a feline meow of desire. Hank pushed another digit in as his tongue explored her rear orifice and pushed inside its unyielding warmth. His teeth grazed the sensitive opening as his fingers fucked in and out filling her fully.

Holding on firmly with her mouth, Freya bucked against him, her body already convulsing in a climax. Hank loved the way she came so quickly for him. It filled him with a ridiculous sense of male pride and possessive desire to claim her as his own. He relentlessly tongued her arse as she shuddered against him.

Hank had never considered himself an alpha man—with three older sisters he, more than most, understood a woman and her feelings. Freya however had awakened the Neanderthal in him, and his main desire was now to brand her as his own.

Flipping her over, Hank pushed his hips one last time deep into Freya’s throat. Her slight gag made him feel enormous and ready to burst. He knelt over her and lined himself up over her welcoming pussy. Taking himself in hand, Hank rubbed his tip along her watching as her eyes widened and she begged him to enter.

Please, as she spoke her voice cracked.

Hank pushed. Deep inside he sank as the warmth of her channel enveloped him. He pushed upwards, trying to give more pleasure to the woman who lay panting beneath him.

Hank pulled back then pushed in, relishing the sensation around his bare skin. Freya had insisted she was protected and that she preferred skin on skin and that suited Hank just fine.

Harder, Freya cried out as her hips rose to meet his. Her body rubbed along his and she met him thrust