Bewitch Me: The Red Veil Diaries: A Witchy/Fae Romance

by Marianne Morea

  She looked at Lane. “In the meantime, there are bottles of water and cookies on a tray in the hall. Take what you want and then meet me in the library in an hour. I’ll brew a pot of coffee and scrounge up some real food.”

  They watched the willowy woman head toward the kitchen at the back of the house.

  “I told you the dark side had cookies.”

  Gareth nodded absently. “With Caitlan, I believe it.”

  “Still, that went better than I expected.” Lane turned with him toward the stairs.

  “Is it me or did Caitlan seem a little too prepared for us? Do you think she knows more than what we anticipated?”

  “Your guess is as good as mine, little frog,” Lane teased.

  “Ribbit. And no, I’m not telling you how I got the nickname. Let’s just say the transfiguration scene in Harry Potter has nothing on Caitlan when she wants to make a point.”

  “She didn’t! Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

  Gareth opened his mouth to reply, but something at the top of the stairs caught his eye. “I thought Caitlan said we were on our own.”

  “She did.”

  How many Ravens are in residence right now?”

  “Nine, including me and Eve.”

  Gareth looked from the empty landing to where Lane stood at the bottom step. “A full coven.”

  “Twelve’s better, but we do okay. Of course, most residents are initiates from all over. Only Eve and one other girl are true Ravens. Why?”

  They climbed the stairs, past framed herbs and pressed magical plants. “Just curious.”

  Lane stepped onto the top landing first, pivoting toward a set of private doors off the second-floor hallway. Gareth followed, and the two stopped in front of a plain door where she waited for him to say something.

  “Well, at least there’s no skull and crossbones on the center panel.”

  Lane stepped to the side, giving Gareth the honors. “Believe it or not, she kept it as is for years. She only agreed to clean it out when the dust mites threatened a coup.”

  He cracked a grin, turning the knob. The door swung open and he stood for a moment staring at the dim interior. “Wow. Caitlan wasn’t kidding,” he murmured.

  Lane slipped past to snap on the light. The room was immaculate, smelling of lemon polish and beeswax. Two wide pillar candles flickered from the dresser and the nightstand, bathing everything in soft light.

  Gareth caught Lane’s eye in the dresser mirror. “Feels like old times, huh.”

  “Wickedly so.” She absently wrapped a hand over the smooth bedpost attached to the footboard.

  “Wicked?”

  A nostalgic grin tugged at her lips. “After what we did in here, right under Caitlan’s twitchy nose?” She shrugged off a soft chuckle. “We’d have to be as naïve as we were then to assume she still doesn’t know.”

  Gareth closed the door. “Are you talking about then or now?”

  Without waiting for her to answer, he crossed the width of the room, moving in until the back of Lane’s thighs pressed tight to the polished wood.

  “You’re as beautiful as I remember, Laney. Soft and luminous. With a mouth that begs kissing.”

  She met his blue eyes glittering in the candlelight. “We were so young.”

  “We were.” He cupped both of her cheeks, letting his thumb trace the edge of her bottom lip. “But that doesn’t mean we didn’t have something real. We’ve come full circle, Lane. You and me. You bewitched me then, and you bewitch me now.”

  His thumb stopped its caress, and he held her chin as his eyes searched her steady gaze. “You know what I want, and I know you want it, too.”

  Her single word was all Gareth needed. He leaned in, taking her mouth. She moaned against his lips, and in seconds his hand slipped to the nape of her neck, urging more. Demanding more.

  Breath mingled, hands tangled in hair, their tongues fought and plundered, hungry and exacting.

  Gareth’s hand slid to skim to her collarbone, trailing lower to tease the swell of one breast.

  The candles were a dead giveaway their Supreme predicted this moment, despite her reserve at the door. Orchestrated it even. That Caitlan set the stage for a witchy booty call left her cheeks burning almost as much as Gareth’s kiss.

  Breathless, she broke their kiss with her hands still twisted in his dark hair. “Gareth—”

  “You are so beautiful, Lane. Even more so when you’re too stubborn to admit you’re horny.”

  He shook his head, lifting a finger to her lips “Your eyes are wide and dilated, and your lips slightly swollen. Your cheeks flushed. If I slipped my hand into your panties, my fingers would find you warm and slick.”

  “Gareth,” she tried again, only to be silenced with another kiss.

  She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back one step. Keeping her palm on his chest, she kept him at arm’s length.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, watching her loose the knit tieback from one of her belle sleeves.

  Dangling it between them, a teasing smirk curved on her lips. “Remember?”

  “You are such a tease. Fearless and sexy, but definitely a tease.” He took the tieback from her hand and pulled its mate loose from her other sleeve.

  “I’m going to take these as a yes,” he said, holding the tiebacks in his palm, “but I still want to hear you say the word. You know how I feel, and I’ve made it very clear what I want.”

  “Graphically clear.”

  He waited, toying with the black knit ties. “Not good enough.”

  “The bedposts await, my lord.” Lane bowed her head, lifting both wrists toward him.

  Chapter Eight

  Gareth held her chin, lifting her face. “What did you say, Lane?”

  A soft gasp muffled the word as he cupped her breast through her blouse, giving her nipple a pinch.

  “I’m sorry, what was that?” he teased.

  “Please,” she croaked.

  “Please what?”

  She licked her lips. This game made her clit throb and her pussy so wet, the slick warmth drenched her panties. Same as it did a decade ago, only more now that she’d been in the backrooms. If they ever settled this mess with the Sidhe Courts, she had a particular room she’d love to show Gareth.

  “I’m waiting,” he said, letting his thumb roll her taut bud again.

  She sucked in a breath. “Fuck me, Gareth! Fuck me boneless so I come like rockets!”

  He separated her from her blouse, lifting it over her head and tossing the sheer material to the floor beside the bed. Holding her wrists high, he unbuttoned her pants, releasing her hands only to push the pants to the floor, along with her lace undies.

  “Mmmm,” he smirked, letting his fingers graze her slick sex as he dragged his hand back to her waist.

  Skimming even higher, he cupped her breasts again, only this time he pulled her bralette down to push her nipples up and over the edge of the lace.

  “You have beautiful tits, Lane. You always did. So luscious. So inviting.” Gareth’s hands grazed the taut peaks, letting the bra’s straps fall over her shoulders.

  “I remember how I’d itch to touch you in class. To run my fingers over your nipples in secret.” He dipped his head, flicking one pink peak with his tongue.

  Lane inhaled deep, letting her head drop back. “I remember sex in the stacks.”

  “The library. Magical theory.” He dipped his head again. “How many books did we knock off those shelves, rolling around in the dust?”

  Her breath came in short pants, and she didn’t answer. Instead, she cupped both breasts, arching them further to his mouth.

  “Those books were as hard as my cock is right now.” He bit down, grazing her sensitive flesh. “I’m so hard I could drill diamonds with the tip of my cock, but the only thing I’m going to drill is your pretty pink pussy.”

  The candlelight shimmered on her pale skin, and he took a step back, his gaze burning as it traveled her full len
gth.

  “Sit.” He motioned to the edge of the bed. “Spread your legs.”

  “Wouldn’t you rather me—”

  He reached for her breast again, giving her nipple a hard pinch. She gasped at the mix of pleasure and pain. To follow delicious orders was a release from the day-to-day, knowing full well she could turn the tables on Gareth any time. And she would.

  Her clit jerked at the thought of him on his knees, her hands in his hair and his gorgeous, talented mouth between her slick folds. Two could play at this, and she would keep her dominant side in check for the time being.

  She slid onto the mattress, and as he pulled her toward the edge, her sensitive mound brushed the hard bar beneath his fly.

  Her breath hitched at the rough feel of his fingers when he dipped a hand to her wet sex, his mouth to one nipple, drawing the stiff bud between his teeth.

  Circling the puckered flesh, he teased and sucked, rolling the other between his fingers.

  “Your pussy is so ripe, you’re ready to burst. But I’m going to make you sweat for it. It’s been ten years, so what’s a few more minutes?”

  Lane’s fingers clutched the bedspread, but he didn’t relent. She sucked in a breath as he worked the slick folds between her legs. He fisted her pussy, his fingers curling deep and punishing. She moaned, arching her hips to grind his hand closer to her clit.

  “Not so fast, love,” he murmured. Holding both her wrists in one hand, he pulled his other from her slick slit and pointed to the headboard.

  Her skin was on fire, and her body hummed with need as she scooted backwards toward the pillows, watching him lick her essence from his fingers.

  Scooping her knit tiebacks from the duvet, he walked around the side of the bed to the bedpost nearest the pillows.

  “Do you remember our safe word?” she asked.

  Their gazes locked, and he lifted her wrist to the post. “Fire.” He bound her wrist tight before doing the same with the other on the opposite side.

  Wispy feathers and silk flowers stood in a decorative vase on a side table. Gareth reached for a delicate plume and placed it on one of the pillows.

  Lane watched, licking her lips as he stripped out of his clothes, grinning to herself when he pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket.

  “That for me?” she said, letting her lips slide into a smirk.

  “Sexual sensory overload,” he murmured, tying the handkerchief blindfold style over her eyes.

  She felt weight shift on the bed, and then heard footsteps before the sound of running water.

  “Gareth?” she called after him, lifting her head to try and see out the bottom edge.

  When he came back, she felt the mattress dip again, and his clean, masculine scent, close enough to make her mouth water.

  He spread her knees wide, circling her clit with his thumb. “You’re already dripping, but I want to see what you do when something even hotter hits your spot.”

  He got up again, and this time when he came back, she heard a plastic cap snap open. She sucked in a breath as something very hot, but very silky, trickled over her belly and between her legs.

  Gareth’s hands smoothed the steamy lube, teasing her clit and folds. Her skin immediately tingled hot and cold, the feeling incredible and electric.

  She gasped, the sensation aching for friction. Lifting her hips, he answered with something steaming and rough.

  With a sharp intake, she bucked higher, but he held her off, letting the course edge of something rough and wet graze her flesh.

  Panting for contact, her hands struggled against her restraints. “Argh. Gareth! What is that? I want it. Please! Give me something! My body is burning!”

  “Amazing what a hot, damp hand towel can do.” He chuckled. “How about a little of this?”

  Lifting the feather from the vase, he trailed it over her taut nipples, teasing her again with the ghost of a touch.

  She squirmed against the slow, sexy torment. He dipped his mouth to her lips, letting his tongue spar with hers, taking her higher and higher, but left her body screaming for touch and release.

  Lane groaned against his mouth, her breasts aching for his mouth and his hands. “You suck, Gareth!” She gritted her teeth and arched her back.

  “All you had to do was ask, love.” He chuckled, dropping his head to her nipples, his tongue rasping and licking, sucking, and biting.

  Slipping his hand to her pussy, he teased her wet slit with a single finger. Tracing the outline of her folds until she growled.

  “Damn you, Gareth! Fuck ME!”

  “You know, Caitlin never found our stash. Picture my surprise when I checked under the loose bathroom tile and found our bag of tricks. It was as well-hidden and well-preserved as if it was yesterday. Imagine how pissed she’d be if she knew we vacuum sealed sex toys with her foodsaver back in the day.”

  Lane felt his weight shift to the edge of the bed and when it evened out, he slipped something over each foot and then up her legs to the juncture between her thighs.

  “Remember this?” Her clit jumped as current vibrated against her hard nub. “Madame Butterfly a la Silver Bullet. Ecstasy via remote control.”

  Electric jolts pulsed through her core and she cried out, lifting her hips. “I took the batteries from your TV clicker. I figured you wouldn’t mind.” He climbed over, straddling her waist.

  “I called you butterfly for weeks, and your clit jumped every time I said the word.”

  Her mouth dropped open, and he pressed his cock to her lips. “Suck me now, butterfly. Ride the bullet and suck me deep.”

  With enough slack to lift her head, she licked his engorged head, circling its hard, ridged rim. She sucked him deep, flattening her tongue to milk his corded underside.

  “God in heaven!” He drew a sharp breath. “Watching you suck my dick is so fucking hot! That’s it, baby, more. Deeper.”

  He pulled the blindfold from her eyes, and he backed his cock from her lips. Holding the butterfly remote in one hand and his long, thick cock in the other, he watched her face as he pressed the remote again.

  The pulses sharpened in intensity and then backed off to barely a whispered touch. The alternating vibration made her grit her teeth, crying out.

  “What? You want to come?” He clicked his cheek. “Sorry, love, but I don’t think you’re there yet.”

  He lifted the candle from the nightstand and dripped a small amount of wax over her lower belly.

  She hissed, arching her hips. “I want your cock, you bastard!”

  “And I want your pussy, slippery and sweet, running wet and slick down my balls as I fuck you.”

  Gareth slid his hand across her stomach before shifting off her hips. He slid two fingers over her taut core before gliding the same two fingers inside her slick entrance.

  Her sex was swollen and ready, and he watched her face as he worked her sex inside and out. His fingers drove deep, while his thumb worked her clit until Lane arched against her restraints, lifting her whole body in delicious agony. She was ready.

  “GARETH! If you don’t fuck me now, I swear I’ll tie you down and ride you ‘til your cock turns purple and falls off!”

  He pulled his hand back, and she moaned in protest, but he silenced her with an unyielding kiss.

  He pulled her knees up and slipped between her thighs, driving his thick length into her with a vicious thrust.

  Without missing a beat, he pulled her restraints loose, locking his hands around both her ankles, spreading her wide. His balls smacked against her slick ass as he pounded hard.

  She met him trust for thrust, both climbing closer to climax. Eyes blazed, and every muscle contracted, taut and ready. The air shimmered gold around them, same as it did at the Red Veil, only this time it was tangible.

  Thick, and suffused with energy, it crackled as though alive. Her blonde hair rose, halo-like, and Gareth gathered her to him, burying himself deeper inside her tight shaft.

  Lane’s body spasmed, convul
sing in delicious release and she cried out. Gareth’s eyes glowed gold, and his skin shimmered the same, magical sheen.

  Squeezing his eyes shut, he gasped, rigid as his body emptied deep within her. He held tight and taut, and when he finally lifted his lids, his breath locked in his throat.

  “Laney, don’t look down.”

  Seeing the stunned look on his face, she did exactly the opposite. “Holy fuck! We’re levitating!”

  She locked her arms and legs around Gareth’s back as they hovered, entwined, five feet above the bed.

  “What do we do?” she asked, trying to keep her voice calm.

  “Kiss me,” he replied. “Kiss me and empty your mind of everything but us and how we feel.”

  She pressed her mouth to his, letting herself get lost in his taste, his arms, and whoosh! A whirlwind swirled, clearing the air, and they dropped like a stone onto the mattress, breaking the frame with a loud crack.

  Still wrapped, they didn’t dare move.

  “Laney, are you hurt? You okay?” Gareth asked.

  Still shaken, she hid her head in the hollow of his throat. “I think so. What the hell was that?”

  “I have no idea. Can you move at all? Are you sure you’re okay?”

  Slowly, she lifted her head from his chest, and moved her neck and shoulders. “I’m good, I think. You?”

  He did the same, bit by bit. When he was sure they were both in one piece, he slid from her body and rolled to one side on the sloped mattress.

  “Well,” he chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair. “I always said every time with you was pure magic.”

  She smacked him on the shoulder. “Funny. Not funny, Gareth.”

  “You know,” he grinned at the look still on her face, “we’re going to have to do this over and over again to find out what caused us to levitate. Scientific method.”

  She gritted her teeth, struggling to sit up on the broken slope. “I doubt scientists ever use the words levitate and science in the same sentence. This was magic. Sidhe magic. I just know it.”

  He cupped her chin, making her meet his eyes. “This wasn’t Sidhe magic. It was you and me. Plain and simple. If Sidhe blood had anything to do with it, it’s ours. Combined.”