by Sharon Page
He sounded so certain she wondered if he was blowing smoke. “How can you be sure?”
Colin flashed a thin smile at her, that golden predatory light back in his eyes as he took stock of her décolletage. “The Army trained me. I know what I’m talking about.”
3
Wards sprang to life as Colin shut the door, a momentary flash of reassuring light that faded into the woodwork. Intended to ensure patrons’ privacy, the wards should be able to temporarily stave off the chilling specter from his all-too-recent past. The wards would buy him time to find out what was going on.
But to do that, he had to soothe Alana, preferably with sex: bring her to orgasm as quickly and as often as possible. After her performance downstairs, he didn’t think she’d object.
That it would have the added benefit of recouping the power he’d expended went without saying. If that stinking abomination was a sign of things to come, he’d need every bit of fire magic he could draw.
He backed her against the heavy door with indecent haste, the motion plumping up her pretty breasts above her displaced bra. Breasts he wanted to taste and suck, but doing so wouldn’t get him the rapid recharge he needed. And right now that had top priority.
“I can’t wait,” Colin growled, hurrying to release the buttons of his fly. Freed from his pants’ constraints, his cock thrust out, thick and florid, its round head wet with pre-come and aching to the high heavens.
He wouldn’t last long the first time, not after the way she’d swirled her pussy all over him during that lap dance. He’d already backed off once; he didn’t think he could do it a second time, not with his climax condensing in his tight balls.
Thankfully, Alana seemed just as impatient. “Don’t wait,” she insisted, pulling his head down for a searing kiss, yielding her mouth to his exploration. Sweet.
Grabbing the panel of her G-string, Colin pulled it aside, his knuckles grinding against her slick pussy. The fabric tore like wet tissue, leaving her open to him.
Gasping, Alana arched her body, driving her flesh onto his fist, the power from her delight refreshing to his magic sense. She hooked a leg around his hip, anchoring her heel on the back of his thigh.
He dipped a finger into her, testing her readiness and finding her melting with welcome, her pussy soft and clinging. A deeper thrust got him a throaty moan, replete with desire and warm, vibrant energy.
“Colin! Take me!”
He aimed his cock, gritting his teeth when the sensitive head brushed her creamy, pink lips. A quick lunge seated him to the hilt, enfolded him in warm, willing woman. Bright Belanus, she held him like a snug velvet glove, squeezing gently. It was almost enough to distract him from the blast of excitement his action provoked in her.
Catching her ass with both hands, he raised her to get a better angle on her clit. Two solid thrusts, and his control burst like a flooded dam, molten pleasure boiling up from his balls and shooting up his spine.
Alana convulsed around him, quick rhythmic pulses that caressed his cock in flowing, mind-rolling waves. Another rush of power and pleasure blew through him, trailed by her breathless scream. Praise Belanus!
He continued pumping her, hoping to make up for the bad impression he’d made with his short fuse. Though it was Samhain, he had hopes of convincing her to see him during more normal conditions. He was rewarded by a gentler surge of energy and a long, low moan as her pussy spasmed around him once more.
Panting, Colin dropped his forehead to the door, pillowing himself on Alana’s soft breasts, confident that he hadn’t left her wanting.
It hadn’t been enough to replace all the power he’d expended downstairs, but it was a start. Hopefully, he’d have a few hours to make up the difference and absorb more. He’d need it if he was going to neutralize the threat to Alana.
Trapped between solid oak and Colin’s hard body, Alana didn’t have any breath left to complain. Not that she would have; her attention was fixed completely on the tremors that continued to shatter her core.
As another surge of pleasure rolled through her, it occurred to her to wonder if his performance was normal, and not a special effort for Samhain. If she hadn’t been so blind to that earthworm’s machinations, she could have had this sooner.
When the aftershocks passed, he pulled out of her gently, his flaccid cock dragging sweetly on her inner membranes. “Sorry about that.”
“Hmmm?” Alana forced her eyes open, bemused by his comment. Her legs felt like they were permanently locked around his hips, disinclined as they were to release their grip. Maybe she could spend the rest of the night in this position?
“I didn’t mean to tear your panty.”
Oh. That. She found she couldn’t muster any outrage for the damage wreaked, counting it well worth the cost. “'Sokay.”
He cradled her against his chest, the downy suede of his jacket teasing her softening nipples with every breath he took. “I’ll last longer next time.”
With that tantalizing promise, Colin carried her to the bed, a simple affair comprising a large mattress, fat pillows, and clean sheets. He set her on it, and she finally had to release him, unhooking her uncooperative legs gingerly. When he stripped down to bare skin, she left on her blouse but took off her bra, not wanting to appear unfriendly but unwilling to get naked when Bryce’s simulacra were still hunting her.
He stretched out on his side beside her without commenting on her dress, propping his head on his fist—a pose that made his biceps bunch attractively. Beneath the leather jacket and black turtleneck, he was all lean and muscled male with a light fan of cinnamon hair on his chest that trailed down his flat belly to a thicket around his cock. His strong legs were similarly dusted with hair.
“Now, what’s going on?” The lambent gaze he directed at her demanded she make a clean breast of everything. “Why’s Alcott after your brooch? And how’s he involved in necromancy?”
At his question, Alana reached down to grasp her lucky piece, rubbing her thumb over the smooth whorls of the green center stone, uncertain how much to reveal. Colin had helped her escape Bryce’s simulacra, but after how easily that earthworm had duped her, she couldn’t be certain her neighbor didn’t have an ulterior motive of his own.
He placed his other hand on top of hers. Rough yet gentle, powerful yet protective. She wished she could trust her impressions of him.
“How can I help if I don’t know what’s wrong?” He leaned forward to press firm lips and a bristly chin on her shoulder, left bare by her open blouse.
She shivered with awareness, wondering if he was trying to distract her. It would be so easy for him to take her brooch: a quick snatch and all her wood magic would be useless.
Colin smiled against her skin, his lips a smooth contrast to his chin. “Take your time. Alcott can’t get to us just yet.”
His mouth started to wander down, meandering to the tops of her breasts, dispensing licks and kisses amidst prickles. He spiraled around one mound, circling around and around, each kiss and lick just a little closer to her nipple.
Alana swallowed a moan at his slow progress, her attention focused on the bud straining for contact—the slightest graze, the merest of caresses. She caught his head, her fingers raking the short, smooth strands of his hair as she urged him closer, but he made her wait, stretching out the moment.
So long as he didn’t make any move toward her brooch, she didn’t have to worry so much.
“You’re a tease. You know that, don’t you?” Giving in to temptation, she allowed her hand to explore his broad shoulders, wondering why a jeweler had such well-developed muscles. The army training he mentioned? Jewelry work didn’t seem the type to involve heavy labor.
He laughed softly, his breath a faint stirring of air that warmed her skin. “Good things come to those who wait. Besides,” he bestowed a quick, unexpected lick on her other nipple that sent a sharp thrill through her, “you can’t say you aren’t enjoying it.”
He returned to the breast he’d
been teasing for the past several minutes, finally reaching her areola. Then he carefully traced its border with his tongue—still not touching the pouting nipple!
“Demon wretch!”
Smiling down at her, Colin fondled her other breast, tweaking its nipple to similar aching tightness. “You’ll have to bear with me. I’ve been wanting to do this all night, ever since you flashed these pretties at me.”
Alana made a doubtful face at his words. Many of the other contestants had bigger and better. Just then, he finally took her nipple into his mouth, and her objections fled her mind.
Heat enveloped her body, radiating from her breast to sear the very tips of her curling toes. Along the way, it kindled a fresh blaze in her core, a crackling fire lively with delight. How could she want him so much so soon after the last time?
He wielded his tongue like a whip, lashing her with electric thrills while his stubble prickled her tender mound. Glory to Flidais! He suckled on her, devastating in his sensual sorcery, devoting long, breathtaking moments to tormenting her sensitive bud while his hands explored her body.
Golden lights flashed around her in time to his hard suction, shimmering sparks that gilded the walls with splendor.
Pure lightning streaked through her, crackling with erotic power and leaving tingling pleasure in its wake. Helpless to resist, Alana arched her back in response, clinging to Colin as she offered her swelling breasts to his lips, craving more of his loving care.
He transferred his attentions to her other mound, licking its neglected tip with enthralling solicitude, unstinting in his carnal attentions. He took it into his mouth, applying strong pressure as he swirled his tongue over the aching nub.
Writhing, Alana moaned as his lips sparked another flash of carnal delight that sizzled through her veins and seared her core. Lady of the Forest! How could he know how much she loved having her nipples sucked?
Colin laved them, his hands fondling her with masterful skill. “By the Son, I love your breasts.”
Alana mewled as another sparkle of sensation fizzed through her, setting off fireworks at every nerve. She loved what he could do with his lips on her breasts.
He devoted endless breathtaking minutes on her bosom, wresting cries of bliss from her, showered her with so much pleasure all thoughts of the simulacra hunting her faded—lost in a haze of satisfaction.
His hard hands traversed her belly, then his lips followed, laying a line of prickly kisses down her torso. He nibbled on her stomach, the ticklish sensation making her laugh. Then she gasped as a wet tongue darted into her navel, teasing the sensitive skin.
“Do that again,” Colin urged, his tenor rough with arousal.
“Do what?” Alana barely had wits to think, much less talk.
“Laugh,” he ordered, his stubble grazing her belly as he scattered titillating licks and caresses over it, sending shivers of awareness up her spine.
Despite the heat pooling in her core and the cream flooding her sex, she couldn’t restrain her giggles. He seemed to take unusual delight in lavishing butterfly kisses on her stomach for no reason she could see.
His hand continued below her waist, trailing heat from every finger. She squirmed, welcoming its descent, wishing he’d move faster. She parted her legs, needing his touch on her hungry sex.
Colin slipped his hand under her skirt, coming to rest on her mound. He stroked her once, then stilled, his palm like a burning brand where it rested on her bare flesh. “Oho!”
Bracing her feet on the mattress, Alana lifted her hips to press herself against his hand impatiently, wondering at his exclamation. What could be so important that he’d stopped?
Flipping up her skirt and the torn panel of her panty, Colin turned back to investigate the smoothness beneath his palm. Alana’s pussy was naked, completely shorn of modesty, leaving her pink lips bare to his gaze. He slid down the bed for a better view, spreading her thighs to make space for himself.
Fine like alabaster from the very top of her notch, all the way through to her round, firm buttocks. Totally, brazenly shorn, with not a curl left to distract him from her flowering sex. Just pure, unembellished woman.
“This is a surprise.”
He traced her tender petals and parted them. So smooth and pink and creamy. He breathed in her sweet musk calling to him, nectar for the gods. It definitely was a good thing she hadn’t stripped completely for the contest. Something like this was best unveiled in private, given a connoisseur’s attention.
“Like it?” She arched her back, spreading her legs wider, lifting her pussy in wanton offering, her clit standing at proud attention.
“What do you think?” Unable to resist any longer, he licked her glistening flesh, taking his time to savor her taste. “Ummm, better than crème brûlée.”
Alana snickered at his description, a sound that was cut off when he swirled his tongue over her impertinent clit; then her breath hitched, a delightful sob of gratification that was matched by an equally delightful burst of vibrant power. Ha! Given her responsiveness, he’d have his magical reserves recharged in less time than he’d expected.
She caught his head, pulling him closer, her short nails digging into his scalp. Her long legs wrapped around his back, her heels snug against his shoulder blades as she held him in place.
Obedient to her urging, he lapped her sweetness with a will, the heady scent of her pleasure mingling with her own uniquely feminine perfume. The exquisite smoothness of her bare lips slid over his tongue like so much almond jelly.
He wouldn’t mind doing this for hours; in fact, he could do this all night. Not that they had all night but hopefully long enough for him to soothe the ball of suspicion Alana harbored, so she’d confide in him. And perhaps long enough that he’d absorb ample energy to take on Alcott and win.
He couldn’t forget that she had a simulacrum dogging her heels. That bit of illegal necromancy was just a minuscule step from death magic. If Alcott was reaving souls from their rightful reward, how much longer before he took to stealing power from the living?
A husky purr of delight recalled him to the pleasures at hand. Beneath him, Alana writhed in voluptuous enjoyment, her pale body flushed in honest arousal, her dark pink nipples stabbing the air. The tension in her was more sexual now, the fear and distrust he’d sensed earlier leaking away with each surge of gratification.
He caught her clit between his lips, nibbling gently as he ground his face into her wonderfully smooth pussy. She screamed hoarsely, a shout of such joyous disbelief that he added a deep hum to his courtesies, making sure she felt it. The subsequent rush of power blew through him in a firestorm of tingling energy, raising the hairs on his arms and taking his breath away.
He’d bet that necromancer had never given her that much pleasure in all their months together. He grinned to himself in self-satisfaction. The flaming idiot. That boded well for any confrontation between them.
A wave of yellow flickers lit up the walls almost as though protesting his thought. Alcott was testing the wards again. Not that it would do him any good just yet. Alana was beyond the bastard’s reach for the moment and enjoying herself.
Her fingers tightened on his hair as she came in a gush of hot sweetness that flooded his tongue. He screwed a finger into her depths, coaxing more cream from her welcoming flesh as he licked and teased her swollen lips. Definitely enjoying herself.
Colin basked in her rapture, her desire like a glowing furnace filling him with vibrant power—power he needed to take on a simulacrum. But that was for later.
His cock twitched with renewed interest, ready for another bout, but not quite yet. He didn’t mind prolonging the wait, not when his partner was as responsive as Alana. This was his chance to make up for his initial haste, to change whatever bad impression his ham-handed first time might have made.
He thrust another finger deep into her, smiling as her muscles clasped him eagerly. He pumped her slowly, noting which twists and strokes elicited a groan of approval, l
earning what pleased her most. By the Son, she was so sensual, full of pent-up desire, tinder for the bonfire. She was giving him this much energy, and he wasn’t even pounding into her yet!
“Faster,” Alana demanded in her husky contralto that never failed to make him hard, a voice that had haunted his dreams for months on end.
His cock came to aching attention the way it always did whenever he heard her, a reflexive reaction he couldn’t control. He gave her faster, lapping up the cream from her pink lips, teasing her clit with his tongue and chin. Reaching up, he tweaked her nipples, remembering how much she enjoyed that.
She mewled in delighted welcome, accepting his caresses with a breathless eagerness that spoke of deprivation. Alcott must have been a niggardly lover to have left her wanting.
The more Colin learned about the necromancer, the more he looked forward to showing him the error of his ways.
He lavished pleasure on Alana, reining in his hunger to bring her to ecstasy with his hands and mouth as many times as he could while his body recouped its strength. Not exactly a selfless undertaking, since each orgasm flooded his enervated senses with added vigor. But the flashes of light dancing on the walls warned he had to make the most of it.
Arching nearly off the bed, Alana came with another gush of sweetness, her fingers biting into his shoulders, celebrating her rapture with another husky, wordless scream of exultation. She gave extravagantly of her pleasure, the swift rush of heady power she radiated bringing him to rampant, swollen readiness.
Savoring her enjoyment, he strung out her transport, encouraging the aftershocks that convulsed her eager pussy in fluttering waves and sent fire magic roaring through his veins. Rarely had he had a more responsive partner; he wasn’t about to end their play any time soon. Not when he needed every erg of life energy for the coming battle, and his reserves could still take much more.
