“They won’t hurt them, will they?”
“Not any more than they already have. And you’ll be safe now. They won’t remember you or this night ever again.” He kissed her forehead. “Come. The Fae are awaiting us.”
He guided her back toward the millhouse where two more Fae stood. Sabrina gave one last look toward the downed men then resolutely faced the man and woman waiting for them. She bit her bottom lip, squaring her shoulders, and took a deep breath.
“Why are they waiting?” Apprehension filled Sabrina’s voice as she tightened her hands on her shawl.
“Peace, little witch. They will escort us into the sacred circle. I must leave you for a time.”
“Leave me? What are you talking about?” She turned wide eyes to him and he read the fear in her expression.
He almost reached out for her, but thought better of it when the energy between them crackled with unspent passion. He stepped back a pace and tightened this hands into fists.
“The May Lord and May Lady enter the rituals at different times. Worry not, Lady Foxglove. You’re in good hands.” Not as good as his, but good enough for now.
A frown marred her brow when he used her title, but he’d be damned before the Fae Court knew where his heart lay. Let them believe it’s the wine spurring my desire.
“Lady Foxglove?” the Fae woman called. Sabrina glanced in her direction, but she still hesitated.
“Blessed be,” she whispered before retreating to join the Fae lady.
“Blessed be.” He enjoyed the sway of her hips beneath the sheer material and his cock flexed against his trousers. Sweet mercies, she’s magnificent. He watched until they’d disappeared behind the millhouse. The ladies couldn’t be more opposite, but only the human witch held his attention. The tall Fae looked like an emaciated child beside her. Why did he ever believe the Fae attractive?
“Let us begin, Chamberlain Winterbourne.” The Fae man gestured toward the same path the women had taken, but when they rounded the structure, the women were gone.
“Are you aware of your duties, Chamberlain?”
“I am.” Though he’d never performed the rituals himself, he’d attended enough High Beltane events to know what should occur.
“Very well. When you arrive at the circle, please don your mask and join the dance, sun-wise, around the fire.”
Despite his knowledge of Fae Beltane, he still stopped in his tracks when they arrived at the sacred circle. Between the pulse of the magic wafting through the trees and the wine spurring his arousal, Darius stood dumbfounded at the spectacle before him.
Light suffused the circle of trees from floating “mage fyre” balls, and the crackling bonfire in the great pit at the center. Crystals and ribbons hung from every branch, flickering and glittering in the shifting light. Dancers swirled around the fire’s bed in rich colors similar to his own jewel-toned costume, each wearing a horned mask to disguise their features. The current dancers were all male. Though he’d been chosen as the one to be the May Lord, tradition dictated his arrival to be camouflaged by the other males in the group.
His Fae escort handed Darius a mask, an elegant, leafy eye covering with spreading antlers reaching nearly two feet above his head. He feared it would be ungainly for the dance, and certainly for later activities. However, when he tied it to his head, it rested with no more weight than the hood of his cloak.
“Be ready, Chamberlain.”
Darius dipped his chin and watched the pattern of the dancers as his heartbeat sped up. The chorus of the pipes, fiddles, lutes, and drums fired his blood, and made him want to throw his body into the dance. Performed by the men only, this portion of the rituals built the foundation of the magic with strength and power, punctuated by heavy beats of the drums. Darius shook with the need to join the ancient rhythms.
“Now.”
Darius leapt into the pattern, his heart soaring and his feet flying in the steps. He’d seen this performed countless times, but he’d never danced it himself. Despite his lack of knowledge, his body seemed to know the moves, and he flowed into the crowd of male dancers without a ripple.
Power surged through his veins and Darius lost himself to it. The music and pounding beat throbbed within him, sending his feet flying and his body twisting in the moves with the others. Darius grinned, primal joy and exhilaration surging from his gut. He wanted to shout with the sheer glory of the dance, but focused his energy on moving faster and with more dexterity.
Time became elastic and when the trumpets blew to announce the arrival of the Summer Queen, Darius only noticed because the pattern in the dance shifted. Each male performed an elegant pirouette before Her Majesty and Darius followed suit, as if he had no connection to the Queen at all.
When he rose from his bow to look upon the her, he realized the dancers were not the only ones affected by the pounding beats of the music. For all her stillness, the Fae Queen appeared wilder and more primal, as if she wore a mask of serenity to disguise her true feral nature. Her eyes glittered with untamed desire and she watched the dancers avidly, her hands gripping the arms of her gilded chair with white knuckles.
Darius recognized the lust and desire for sex in the lovely woman’s face, but despite his roaring libido, he found nothing to attract him. He swirled away with the other dancers, content to twist and writhe to the drugging beat.
Then the women joined the men. They came in a great flood of pale pastel colors, a soothing and gentle rainbow to mix among the richly-tinted males. They, too, wore horned masks covering their eyes, but the horns were shorter and elegantly shaped, gracile to the men’s robust mantles. Darius inhaled the scent of the newcomers, the hot musk of aroused females called to him. But still he found none to sway him from the dance, even as the music softened with feminine gentleness.
He spun and twirled, delighting in his body’s strength and agility as he dodged the out-flung hands of the female dancers, and their trolling eyes. He’d never be caught. He wore wildness like a cloak and reveled in his ability to remain separate as the other dancers paired.
A flash of lavender, burnished in a copper glow, disrupted his motion and he stumbled, stopping dead as she stood before him. The May Lady.
She wore an elegant horned mask of auburn leaves gilded in gold. The horns rose only a few inches above her head, the tines glittering in the light, but they matched the pattern of his own antlers. Her body undulated, the lavender dress hugging her breasts flowed around her hips with distracting flutters, deteriorating his restraint. Lavender eyes met his briefly and a seductive smile curled her full lips before she turned away, her body swaying to the music.
Darius’s cock rose with his temper. How dare she turn away from him? He wanted her and he’d have her before the night had ended. When she twirled around to face him again, she met his gaze and raised her chin in mute challenge. Want me? she seemed to ask. Come take me. Darius growled and stalked her through the dance, weaving in and out of the other revelers as he pursued his prey. Mine.
Around and around the fire they danced, she dodging and swaying before him, always close but just out of reach. Darius gritted his teeth and sped up his moves, gaining ground on her. Her laugh carried over the music, tempting and taunting him. He’d have her. She was his. She’d slake his thirst for sex and pleasure.
At last he caught her, his hand closing about her arm and swinging her body against his chest. They stopped dead in the midst of the dance and the other dancers eddied around them, flowing past without pause. Darius panted with his exertion and his heart pounded with the chase, but he had her, the woman he’d mate with tonight.
His mate looked up at him and her eyes burned with her own lust and need. Her strength rivaled his, yet without the hard, warrior edges he carried. He wanted to bury himself in her softness until it soothed the belligerent fury of his masculinity.
“You’re mine, woman.” His growl widened her grin, but she said nothing, only raised her chin in mute challenge once more.
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bsp; Her response to his declaration spurred his lust and he pushed her up against the nearest obstacle, a stacked pile of stones much like large steps. As soon as they touched them, electricity tingled through him and he grabbed her face below the mask, staring at her full lips.
“Mine,” he snarled and gave into the driving need to taste his mate.
Chapter Fourteen
Sabrina’s world blazed white at the moment her mate crushed his mouth to hers. The flavors of sweet wine, hot sex, and male arousal flooded her senses and her pussy responded with enthusiastic clenching. Liquid lust coated her nether lips and slid down the insides of her thighs. She’d never been so turned on in her life and she only wanted more.
When her masked partner thrust his tongue into her mouth, she caressed it with her own in a slow tease. He moaned and thrust harder, grinding his hard cock against her belly as his hands gripped the braid at the back of her head. Each time the stiff ridge of his sex rubbed across her mound, stars burst against the back of her eyes.
More. The primal voice came from deep in her soul and she agreed. Snaking a hand between them, she mewled a whimper as she grasped his straining cock, and squeezed.
The great horned male pulled back from the kiss and hissed, his eyes slitting as she tugged on his hard flesh. She reveled in her power over him and stroked him harder. He rocked his hips in time with her caresses, his hands digging into her shoulders. She wanted him hard, hard enough to bring her to release with his rigid cock. An image of his hot flesh penetrating her weeping cunt swept her away and she faltered in her command of him.
A primal growl brought her back to the moment and the horned man pulled her hands away from his cock. He slammed his hips against hers, his rigid shaft sustaining constant pressure on her clit as he bent his head and kissed her throat. Electric pleasure surged and her pussy contracted. She squirmed under him, but the pressure of his cock against her clit only increased with her motions.
Mind reeling from lust, Sabrina wailed in surprise as her mate’s hand found her breast and caressed the nipple under her bodice. His eyes flashed to her face as he fondled her with firm strokes until the nipple stood in a tight peak. He freed it from her dress and sucked it into the hot cavern of his mouth.
Glorious heat slammed into her and she arched her back to get closer to his teasing tongue. He flicked the tight bud, then sucked hard, sending stars shooting through her vision. She rocked her hips to feel more, and he met her thrusts with his own, pushing her over into a sudden orgasm. A breathy wail escaped as she cascaded over the edge of bliss, her pussy clenching and weeping with each pulse of joy.
Her horned mate kept suckling and thrusting, his blazing eyes fixed on her face as she returned to the hot throb of music and drums. Sabrina stared at him with drugged satisfaction and he pulled back from her breast, primal triumph stretching his mouth in to a wicked grin. Without warning, he shoved his hand beneath the waistband of her pants and slid his fingers into her slick folds.
Sabrina keened at the caress and rocked her hips, her arousal building again. He met her thrusts with a hard rub before removing his hand from her pussy. She whimpered and clutched at his hand, but he growled and spun her around, pushing her down on the stone step beneath her.
Altar. The voice came from far away. Sabrina had a hard time focusing on it as her mate pulled the drawstring of her pants and jerked them down her legs, exposing her ass to the cool air. The scent of her own release wafted between them and he rumbled his approval. The sharp cold on her inner thighs revealed her juices and the horned male held her against the step, spreading her legs wider.
“Oh, fuck yeah.”
Sabrina didn’t recognize the voice, but she understood his desire and she wiggled her hips, enticing him with her weeping pussy. The cool rock bit into her chest and the scents of burning ponderosa pine, tangy arousal, and spicy male filled her nose. Then her world went white.
A hot, wet tongue slid between her folds and flicked her clit. Sabrina shrieked her pleasure as the tongue stabbed into her wet slit, setting off more fireworks behind her eyes. Her inner muscles clenched on the slick intrusion, but before she could rub herself on it, it retreated. She mewled her disappointment and wriggled.
The mouth returned to her clit, suckling and pulling on it as a thick finger plunged into her grasping cunt. She thrust back against the finger as the tongue and mouth seared her clit, dragging her closer and closer to her release. But not close enough.
Again he pulled back and she squealed her indignation, reaching for him to return. He rumbled a lusty laugh at her when her hand grasped nothing, and she looked over her shoulder at him.
His lips and beard glistened with her juices as he shoved his pants down his legs and drew out his hardened cock. The tip shimmered in the firelight, already wet with precum. She licked her lips and wished he’d push his straining flesh into her mouth. His burning gaze met hers and his nostrils flared with arousal as he watched her tongue slide over her lip.
“You’re mine.” He grasped her hip with one hand and pushed down on his straining cock with the other just before he slowly, inexorably thrust his hard shaft into her hot core.
Oh, Goddess, he’s so big! Sabrina moaned at each steady inch impaled her and her pussy clenched around the solid intrusion. She wriggled her hips to coax more sensation, but a second big hand caught her other hip and held her still as he growled. She whimpered and squeezed her inner muscles, begging for more.
Slowly, he withdrew, the slick slide of his cock against her nether lips dragged another wail from her chest. Then he pushed back in with deliberate motion, slow and relentless. Sexual fire burned up her spine, building her lust and arousal. But it wasn’t enough. She needed it harder, faster…more.
“Please.” She whimpered and squirmed, needing his strength, his power, his cock. “Please, fuck me harder.” And she clenched her pussy tight on his shaft.
Her mate growled and pulled out so fast she didn’t have time to complain before he slammed his rigid flesh back into her quaking cunt. Sabrina screamed as the simmering fire of her arousal exploded into a blazing conflagration, consuming everything in its path. The horned man drove into her, each successive thrust coming harder and faster. The scrape of his cockhead against her inner walls set off the beginning of her orgasm as his hips slammed into her ass and his balls slapped her nether lips.
Then he snaked a hand around her hip and stroked her clit with rough fingers.
“Come for me.” The erotic growl in her ear set her off and she shot out into the night sky on a searing comet trail of sensation. Pleasure crashed over her in relentless waves as he stiffened behind her. Hot jets of cum filled her core and elicited more pleasure, sending her streaking across the universe. Power surged with the pleasure and she felt a series of clicks, as if loose mooring lines had fallen back into place.
She ignored it as she settled back down to earth. Her mate dragged his cock slowly out of her clutching pussy and rubbed the tip along her buttocks. Delight and arousal returned as she realized he remained hard. Lust surged and she wanted more. More cock, more pleasure, more power.
Sabrina pushed back from the altar and turned around to stare at her big lover. He towered over her, his eyes blazing with arousal and hunger, as if he hadn’t been satisfied with only one release, either. She cocked a hip and offered him her best sultry smile, enjoying the slide of his cum down her thighs.
“Think you can take me again, stud?” She slid a hand down her belly and lightly strummed her own clit. He watched her hand with hunger, licking his lips as he wrapped a fist around his flexing cock. He growled and took a step closer.
Sabrina pulled her hand away from her pussy and licked it, enjoying both the tangy flavor of her release and the way the lust flared in his eyes. She stepped toward him and grasped his shirt in her fists, turning him until his ass faced the altar. He shifted without comment, his curiosity as heady as his hand stroking his rigid flesh.
She watched the leisurely mot
ions of his hand and licked her lips again. She wanted his hot shaft in her mouth, but she didn’t want to lose the opportunity to fuck him again. I’ll suck him later. Why she thought there’d be a later, she didn’t know, but she wanted to ride him too much to pause now.
Sabrina met his smoldering gaze and pushed gently on his chest. He released his cock long enough to slide onto the altar, his thick legs dangling off the stones. His straining flesh rose against his belly and she moaned with the thought of riding his sweet pillar. She held out her hands to him and he grasped her waist, lifting her until she straddled him.
Sabrina paused and studied him, recognizing the teal eyes staring out from behind the emerald mask. Darius. For just a moment, Sabrina found herself in the center of a Faerie ring, drums pounding, surrounded by couples dirty dancing and the Summer Queen watching with avid intensity. Lust and arousal surged through her, sucking her back into the pull of her lover, and she reached between them. Her hand closed around his solid shaft, and she positioned the tip at her dripping pussy. His cock flexed in her hand and she met his gaze once more.
“Make us one, Darius. Come to me in the name of the Goddess.”
She lowered herself onto his hot shaft and they both moaned as he came to rest balls-deep inside her. They didn’t move for several heartbeats, and Sabrina lowered her head to brush his lips.
Darius opened his mouth and swept his tongue across hers with unexpected tenderness, and she fell into his kiss. His hands slid up her sides to cup her breasts and he thumbed her nipples into taut peaks as his tongue teased her. Sizzling magic and energy built between them like static electricity and her pussy clamped down on his cock with anticipation.
“As you wish, my lady. I’m yours to command.”
Hearing his deep voice deferring to her turned her on and fresh liquid coated her cunt and his cock. She rocked her hips to brush her clit against his shaft and he groaned, dropping his hands to her waist once more. Darius helped lift her off his cock then let her slide slowly down onto him again.
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