The Beltane Witch (Cloudburst Colorado)

by Muir, Siobhan

  “I want you to be safe and prosperous once I’ve returned to the Court.” The words tasted false in his mouth despite the truth in them. He did want her safe, but he wanted so much more. “I want you to have the opportunity to live your dream and find joy in it. Nothing is worse than working for others because you must, rather than for yourself because you want to.” His own life could be summed up by the same notion.

  He flattened the papers on the table between them. “This is for you to find your dreams and follow them. It’s not because you’ve decided to perform the rituals. I made this purchase this morning after you left for work.”

  “I don’t know what to say, Darius.”

  “I believe ‘thank you’ is customary.”

  She snorted and grimaced. “Thank you. I didn’t expect this. I…” She shook her head. “Just thank you.” She ran her hands over the papers, her expression thoughtful.

  “Shall we go look at your new homestead tomorrow when Tansy is at school?” He wanted to show it to her more than anything. He wanted to prove he’d offered her this gift out of altruism rather than for reward.

  “Yes, I think so. We also need to see the sacred site I’ll be protecting and practice some of the warding rituals, at least in motion if not in energy.” She rubbed her eyes and he wanted to gather her into his arms to comfort her. “In the meantime, I think I’m going to bed. It’s been a long week, and it just started.”

  “Sabrina, wait.” He rose with her and caught her arm, swinging her toward him gently. “Thank you.” When she frowned, he added, “For agreeing to perform the rituals.”

  “Darius—”

  “And for accepting my gift so graciously.” He pulled her against his chest. “It means more to me than you could ever know.” He dipped his head and brushed her lips with his.

  Sweet woman and tea flooded his senses and ran straight to his cock. Goddess, he’d never grow tired of her taste. He would have stopped there had she not opened her mouth and licked his lips. Desire for more roared through him and a low growl rose from his chest.

  He opened his mouth and stroked her tongue with his, drinking down her sweet moan. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts to his chest. His cock hardened to granite as he grabbed her ass and held her mound against his aching flesh.

  “Sweet Goddess, I want you, Sabrina.” He kissed the skin of her neck below her ear. “Please let me make love to you. Tonight.”

  She pushed back a little to stare at him with glazed eyes. “Do you want me, Darius, or just any woman and I happen to be available?”

  He stroked the hair away from her eyes and gave her a rueful smile. “Just you, acushla. I only want you.” The truth burned through him. Dear Goddess, how will I make it without her at Court?

  “It’s been so long, Darius.” She swallowed against the whimper in her own voice. “Please, make love to me like you mean it. Tomorrow will take care of itself.”

  Hot desire and warm love swelled in his chest, and he gathered her into his arms. “I do mean it, Sabrina. With all my heart. Let me show you how much it means to me that you’ve given me this gift.”

  She gasped as he lifted her off her feet and carried her into her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. Her scent filled her room and his cock flexed with appreciation. This was his woman and he’d mark her with his own scent before long. But he’d take his time doing it. She deserved sweet, swelling pleasure, and he meant to give her every ounce he could.

  He set her down on the bed and dropped to his knees before her, sliding his hands up her skirt to the tops of her boots. Her eyes flared with surprised pleasure as he slowly dragged the zipper closures down to her ankles and lifted off each boot.

  “You have no idea how lovely you looked this morning in your flared skirt and long boots. I’ve been thinking of how your skirt swirled about your legs all day.” He closed his eyes and savored the memories of watching her walk. “Goddess, it almost required manual labor on my part.” He glanced up at her with a wry smile. “Know of anyone who needs their fields plowed?”

  She smirked. “Is that some sort of double entendre?”

  “What? Oh.” He laughed. “No, but if you’re offering, it could be.” He sighed in pleasure. “No stockings.”

  “It was warm enough to go without.”

  He trailed his fingers up the insides of her thighs and she squirmed, but she never looked away from him. Darius delighted in the silkiness of her skin against his palms, but her brazen attention set his blood on fire. When he reached the soft satin covering her mound, he stroked the backs of his fingers over it and watched her wriggle.

  The heat behind the satin warmed him from the inside out and he flattened the heel of his palm on her core.

  “You’re so warm here.” She shifted again and he caught the scent of her arousal. “And you look flushed. Perhaps we should relieve you of some of your clothes.”

  “I don’t think it’s heat making me flushed.”

  “No? Then I shall have to work harder.”

  Darius lifted her skirt and laid a soft kiss on the inside of one knee. Sabrina gasped and gave a short whimper as he licked her silky skin. The sweetness of her flavor stretched his cock until the discomfort made him straighten and stand.

  “Come, let’s get you out of your sweater.” Darius tugged Sabrina upright and pulled the hem of her top up to expose her breasts. Plum purple satin with black lace covered her glorious curves and Darius’s mouth watered with the need to taste them. He pulled the rest of the sweater off and cupped her breasts. “Ah, you tease me with this luscious color.”

  Sabrina laughed a little breathlessly. “I never thought you’d see this bra and panty set.”

  “It’s a set?” He licked his lips and knelt again. “Perhaps I need to inspect them more thoroughly.” He pushed her skirt up to her hips and moaned softly as the plum satin met his gaze. He’d never seen anything so beautiful as her skin against the black lace. “Oh, acushla, you honor me with your unintentional adornment.”

  “Are you just going to look at it or do something about it?”

  Darius raised his gaze to meet her eyes and found a challenge written there. He gave her his best predatory smirk.

  “I intend to look my fill…very closely.” Leaning forward, he pressed his nose to the small swath of cloth and inhaled. The intoxicating scent of aroused woman shot straight to his balls and he hooked his fingers over the edges of the waistband before skimming them along the swell of her belly.

  Sabrina moaned and writhed, her legs spreading until he could see the outline of her lips against the fabric. Goddess, he wanted to kiss those lips. He slid his hands to her back and slowly dragged the panties off her hips and down her legs, trailing kisses in their wake. Once he’d freed her legs, he pushed his shoulders between them and settled down to inspect his sexy prize.

  As in his dream, Sabrina’s thatch of brown curls was trimmed and short, and the hairs glistened with her juices in the light. The hot, spicy scent of her pussy dragged a moan from his chest and he leaned in to brush his lips against her weeping slit.

  “Oh, Goddess, Darius!”

  He chuckled as he pulled back a little. “I’ve done nothing yet.”

  “Correction: you haven’t done enough.”

  “Very well, my little witch. I haven’t done nearly enough. I shall remedy it immediately.”

  He sealed his mouth on her pussy, sliding his tongue through her luscious folds, and fell into her sultry taste. Sabrina gasped and burrowed her fingers in his hair, rocking her hips forward to press him closer. The muscles of her pussy clenched beneath his ministrations and his mouth filled with her delicious cream.

  Sweet ambrosia hit his tongue and the energy around them surged in an erotic flood. Like all the times he’d helped her heal her injuries, his mind settled into alignment with hers and suddenly the pleasure increased in potency. Darius moaned against Sabrina’s sweet, silky flesh as his balls tightened against the base of his r
igid cock.

  “Oh, Goddess! Please, more, Darius, more.”

  Her demand flashed through him from his dream with a surge of lust and he pulled back just long enough to rip his shirt over his head. He returned and settled his shoulders against the satin skin of her thighs, burying a finger deep into her clenching pussy. Her wet heat engulfed his hand as he suckled her hard little clit, and Sabrina keened a wail.

  Her building lust banged through his mind and she rocked her hips in time with her desperate moans. Darius reveled in the surging pleasure. Come for me, acushla. He inserted a second finger and caressed her g-spot, sucking hard on her clit.

  Sabrina’s pussy clamped down on his fingers and her orgasm exploded like a fireworks against the night sky, brilliant flares of color splashing through his mind. He’d never experienced his lover’s orgasm before and he almost forgot to keep suckling as the release washed through him, taking him with it.

  Hot nectar filled his mouth and he drank her down in great gulps, unable to get enough. Sabrina trembled beneath his softening caresses and he reveled in her pleasure. The connection between them remained strong, not fading like it had before, and he had no desire to break it.

  Holy Goddess, is this the way it will be during Beltane?

  “Oh, Darius, thank you.” Sabrina sighed as she slowly came down from her euphoric rise. “It hasn’t been so good…ever.”

  He chuckled as his cock flexed with impatience. “You flatter me, my lady, but I intend to top myself. First, let’s free you from your bra and skirt. I believe they’ve served their purpose.”

  Darius tugged her upright and reached behind her, deftly unhooking the bra.

  “Damn, you’re good.” Sabrina grinned.

  “I try, my lady.”

  He dropped his hands to her hips and curled his fingers around the waistband of the skirt. He tugged it off her hips and slid it down her still-trembling legs, enjoying her tremors. The light caressed her elegant muscles and glistening mound, and he could barely focus for the lust raging through him. His cock demanded relief and her weeping pussy promised pleasure beyond his imagining.

  “You’re worthy of the Goddess, Sabrina.”

  “What? This?” His wanton witch rubbed her hand over her mound, sliding her fingers through her folds. “It’s just the same pussy every woman has.”

  “Ah, there you’re wrong.” Darius yanked off his boots and pants as fast as possible before climbing onto the bed to sit against the headboard. “While every woman has elements of the divine, your sweet quim is like no other woman out there. And I’m the privileged man to enjoy its magnificence.”

  Sabrina crawled toward him, her full breasts hanging below her body and begging him to fondle their luscious curves. He refused to resist and his cock flexed in happy agreement.

  She paused, her gaze fixed on his groin, and licked her lips. Hot lust surged through him, escaping in a groan as he reached for her. But Sabrina pulled back and a mischievous smile curled her lips.

  “May I?” Her hand skimmed along his thigh and his cock jerked.

  “May you what?” His brain had short-circuited from her touch.

  “Suck your cock.” Those lithe fingers stroked the sides of his sac. Between the sensation and her question, his eyes damn near rolled back in his head.

  “Oh, Goddess, yes, please.”

  Sabrina settled her soft breasts against his thighs, grasped his cock, and licked the head. Darius moaned, lost in the exquisite sensations flooding his brain. No other woman had ever offered to go down on him. He thought it a pipe dream unless visiting a whore. But Sabrina willingly fitted her hot lips over his tip and surrounded him with her blistering mouth.

  “Sweet mercies.”

  She pressed her tongue to the soft spot below the head and squeezed his shaft, tightening her lips on the rim. Darius fisted the bedclothes to keep from thrusting into her throat, but his sanity held on only by a thread. The soft sounds of wet suckling built his arousal faster than he expected. Combined with the pleasure from merging their magics, he didn’t believe he could hold out much longer.

  Swirls of erotic bliss shot straight through his cock to his balls, tightening them until he swore he carried sensitive rocks between his legs. Sabrina showed him no mercy as she caressed the hairs along the sac, tickling and tantalizing him until he bit his tongue to keep from coming.

  He tried to think of sharpening his blade with a whetstone, but the very image of sword and wet turned his mind back to the sopping heat Sabrina lavished on his cock. He turned his gaze from her lips stretched around his girth to her sweet body in hopes of slowing his release. But each time her head dropped, her ass elevated and more blood pumped into his groin.

  “Acushla, stop. Please, stop.”

  His cock popped out of her mouth and she sat up, her expression concerned. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, not at all.”

  “You don’t like it?”

  “Far from it. I just can’t hold back much longer with your glorious mouth on me.”

  “Oh.” The mischievous smile returned. “I’ll just have to work a little extra harder, then.” She lowered her head again, but he grasped her shoulders.

  “Not tonight, acushla. Tonight, I want to be inside you.” He drew her forward to straddle his lap. “I want to feel your tight pussy clasping my cock until we are one and the same.”

  “Wait.”

  What had she said? He frowned as she reached past him into the drawer beside her bed, her breasts dragging across his belly. This part is good. When she sat back up, she held up a curious square foil package.

  “Put this on first.”

  “What is that?” His cock demanded more of her and he wanted to embrace the urge to slam into her beckoning heat, but Sabrina tore the package open and held up a pale disk.

  “This is a condom to keep me from getting pregnant.”

  He watched helplessly as she slid the odd material over him. He shivered with the touch, but did nothing to stop it. His lust demanded he make love to her and he saw no need to ignore it. He’d allow such a contraption this time, but he’d be damned before he wore anything to stop his seed during Beltane.

  “I do this for you tonight, Sabrina, but it will not be so on Beltane.”

  “I know.” She reached between them and held his cock stiffly up, gazing into his eyes as she slowly stabbed her pussy with it. They both moaned as her blistering heat settled around his hard shaft. “Oh, Goddess, you feel so good.”

  I’d feel better if we were skin to skin, like we’ll be on Beltane.

  Darius kept his thoughts to himself. He hadn’t told her he would be her partner for the rituals and he wanted nothing to spoil this moment. He gazed up at her glorious eyes and lost himself in the arousal there. Of all the women he’d known, none came close to equaling the loveliness perched on his aching shaft.

  Emotion swelled, a combination of need, desire, desperation, and love, filling him with the urge to mark her in some way. He wanted no one else ever again. This woman, this little Beltane witch, had stolen his heart, and rendered it impenetrable to anyone but her. Even the Summer Queen’s magic no longer held sway.

  “Sabrina, acushla, ride me now. Take your pleasure from me.” He thrust upward, impaling her deeply, and she whimpered as she arched her back.

  Her stiff nipples, so hard and delectable, tempted him to wrap his lips around one straining tip. The sweet scent of her pussy’s cream mixed with the spicy taste of her skin, and Darius couldn’t get enough. He suckled her nipple hard and Sabrina’s sheath clenched on his shaft, shooting pleasure straight to his brain.

  She rose off him, only slide slowly down, electrifying all the nerves in his glans. Arousal erupted from his chest in a groan and he switched to the other nipple, his hand plucking the first.

  “Yes, suck my nipples.” Sabrina rocked her hips methodically to keep her breasts at his face, and squeezed hard with her cunt. Darius almost forgot his task as the lust swelled and he grasped
her hips to push her down harder.

  “Am I going too slow for you, Darius?”

  Her taunting words sparked amazement. How had this little human witch driven him to the edge of his control? He grinned at her and licked her aureole, eliciting a gasp as she threw her head back. His mind sought out hers in the maelstrom of sexual energy pouring off them and merged with a snap, blinding him with the intensity of her arousal and desire.

  The surge of emotional connection jerked a growl from him and he thrust up hard, his hands clamped to her hips to hold her steady. He couldn’t slow as her pussy caressed his shaft, shots of friction spiking as her clit dragged over his cock-head.

  “Come for me, sweet little witch.” He growled as he pumped into her, the pleasure building beyond coherence. “Come for me so we might find ecstasy together.”

  He thrust hard and fast, his lust destroying any hope of slow and steady. Sabrina met him thrust for thrust, her breasts bouncing before him in an erotic dance. Her face glowed as she came, her pussy clamping down hard on his cock, and he dove headfirst into his release. Pleasure surged, connecting them intimately, far stronger than when he’d helped her heal, and Darius lost his heart.

  His cock pulsed, sending his seed shooting out, and he gave a silent scream in his mind.

  I’m yours, Sabrina, body, heart, and soul. I’ll forever be yours!

  Stars exploded behind his eyes and her spirit enveloped him, merging together like rain into the ocean. Darius felt as if he’d returned to the source of everything, and he never wished to leave. He stared up into Sabrina’s joyous face and one truth became evident. He never wanted to return to the Summer Court.

  ****

  Sabrina returned to her body and wondered how she’d ever lived without sex for so long. Well, sex like this. Darius took her body and mind to places she’d never been able to reach. The only sound in her room came from their combined panting. She hadn’t meant to fuck Darius hard, but her body had needed the release, and her pussy remained tightly clenched around his softening cock.

  She tipped her head forward and met his gaze, reading satiation and something else in his eyes. She smiled her own satisfaction at him and slowly bent down to kiss his upturned face.