by Liv Brywood
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The taste of the enchanted bread thickened her tongue. She wasn’t nearly as entranced as him, but she hadn’t expected to be so deeply affected by the spell. Any guilt she felt for tricking him into wanting her vanished the second she pulled his sweater over his head.
Flames of light flickered across his virile chest. She splayed her fingers across his shoulders. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you saved me from the grizzly.”
“Me either.” His eyes went wide as if he’d realized his confession too late.
She’d intentionally mixed a bit of truth serum into the bread. What she was doing was totally unethical, but she was only doing it to get past his defenses. If he hadn’t wanted her at least a little, he would have already told her.
“What are you doing?”
“Tell me more about what you think about when you think about me.”
His tone darkened. “Why don’t I show you instead?”
Feral intent flashed in his eyes as he laced his fingers into her hair. He pulled her toward him and gave her a searing kiss. When he pulled away, she gasped. Maybe she’d put too much power into the spell.
He returned to capture her lips in a kiss that had her moaning into his mouth. His hands dropped from her hair to her hips. As he pulled her against him, his tongue slipped into her mouth. He slowed to explore every inch. His hands slid under the sweater.
Her heart thudded as he nibbled the edge of her jaw. When he reached her earlobe, she moaned. He’d found the tiny patch of skin that inflamed her entire body.
As he nibbled her earlobe, she lay back. He crawled to cover her with his body. With lips and tongue and teeth, he blazed a trail of fire down her throat. His hands grazed her belly before reaching her breasts. Her breath caught in her throat.
His lust-infused gaze pinned her to the floor. “Put your arms up.”
She complied. He pulled the sweater over her head and tossed it toward the bed. The warm air from the fire did nothing to stop her nipples from tightening.
“You’re stunning,” he murmured.
He ran a single finger down the valley between her breasts. The erotic intent didn’t stop when he reached the button on her jeans. Well, his jeans.
He paused as if fighting for control. “What have you done to me?”
“I’ve made you acknowledge what you’ve wanted for months.”
He growled. She yelped as he pulled her against him and stood. As he stalked toward the bed, she clung to him. He was moving so fast, too fast.
When he dropped her onto the bed, she scurried to the other side. “Wait.”
He tilted his head down and speared her with a lascivious look. “I know what you did, sorceress.”
She blinked. “You do?”
“You cast some kind of spell on me to make me want you. Well I already did, so you’d better be ready to make good.” He unhooked the button on his jeans and yanked the zipper down. He peeled the pants down past his waist to reveal the hardest, thickest cock she’d ever seen.
“Oh my God.” Her eyes went wide.
He smirked. “See what you’ve done?”
She nodded, transfixed by the thick veins and bulbous head of his cock.
“Come over here,” he commanded.
She swallowed. God, it was so big. Too big. What the hell was she going to do with that thing?
“Lick it.” His gruff voice sent shivers down her spine.
She bit the edge of her lip. Thunder cracked overhead. She jumped. As she hurried toward him, he lay back on the bed. Completely naked and erect, he lounged against the pillows like a king waiting to be served by his subjects.
This was exactly what she wanted, but that didn’t stop the butterflies in her stomach. She leaned across his thighs. Her lips hovered over the shiny red head for a second before she traced her tongue down the length of him. Salty and earthy, his scent curled into her like the steam from a hot spring.
As she tasted him, his head tipped back and he moaned. “Oh, yes.”
Buoyed by his groans of pleasure, she lapped at the base of his shaft and curled her tongue half way around it. She couldn’t reach any further, so she settled for nibbling the length of him with her lips.
Her breasts rested against his thigh. The tip of her tongue swirled around the head of his cock for a second before she sucked him into her mouth.
His hands clawed at the quilt. It balled up in his fists. His hips rose slightly as his garbled cries blended with the thunderous storm.
She reveled in the power she held over him, not the magical power, but the earthly power of her lips and tongue.
The steady beat of rain against the windows helped her relax her throat. She took even more of him into her mouth before pulling up for a breath. His right hand released the quilt and roamed across her still-covered thigh.
He sat up. “We need to get these off of you.”
She leaned back as he unbuttoned the jeans. When his knuckles grazed her belly, she jerked away.
“Sensitive,” he commented.
If a simple brush of his knuckles could do that to her, what could his cock do? She quivered in anticipation as he pulled the jeans off. She wasn’t wearing panties. She’d left them in the bathroom to dry along with her dress.
He knelt over her. “You’re so perfect.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“I want to taste you.”
He lay her down on the bed and tucked a pillow under her head. Suddenly shy, she tried to cover her body with her hands. He gently clasped her wrists and moved her arms to her sides.
“Don’t hide. I want to see every inch of you.”
She sighed. She hadn’t been with anyone like him before. The gentle cadence of his voice banished her self-consciousness.
He bent to kiss the tips of each breast. His hands followed to caress and kneed her pliant flesh. “I’ve wanted to touch you since the moment I met you.”
“What stopped you?”
“Fear.”
So, the truth serum was still working. “What are you afraid of?”
“Heartbreak.”
He cut off her next question with a kiss. Unlike the blazing kiss he’d lavished on her earlier, this one was soft and sensual. Her mouth opened to him. Their tongues melded together in an erotic dance.
While they kissed, his hands cupped and stroked her breasts. Ribbons of sensation unfurled across her skin. The thin thatch of hair between her thighs dampened with need. She didn’t want to rush him, but she couldn’t wait to feel his mouth on her.
He seemed to sense her unspoken yearning. His lips passed to her neck and down across her breasts. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he grazed the fullness of her belly with his lips.
When his lips skimmed the sparse hair, she shivered. Nothing in the world felt better than a man’s tongue on her pussy. She hadn’t been kissed so intimately in a long time, not since her ex-boyfriend. Jerk. Good riddance.
His hand slipped between her thighs. The tips of his fingers grazed her outer lips. She tried to prop up on her elbows to watch, but she’d already turned to mush.
The electric shock of his tongue on her slit sparked a ferocious need. She dug her fingers into his hair and whimpered. His long, warm tongue licked her slowly from the top to the bottom of her pussy lips and back.
As he nudged his nose against her clit, she shuddered. The intensity awakened every nerve ending and focused the entirety of her attention on the tiny bundle of nerves. God, the man knew what he was doing.
His tongue drew lazy circles around her clit before dipping to taste her. A heady rush of sexual energy coiled at the base of her spine. The magical force pulsed in an ever increasing ball of red light until it encompassed them both.
He slowed and mumbled against her. “What’s going on?”
His hot breath teased the surface of her swollen flesh. For a second, she couldn’t respond. She could only shudder with pleasure.
When she fin
ally caught her breath she said, “It’s Kundalini energy.”
“Kunda-what?”
She propped up on her elbows. “It’s a sacred energy that lays dormant until something happens to awaken it.”
He shrugged. “You can tell me all about it later.”
She laughed and stroked his cheek. “Such a guy’s answer.”
He shot her a completely disarming smile before reclaiming her body with his mouth. She moaned and arched against him. The energy swirled and rippled out from her core in radiant waves.
She was so transfixed by the building energy that she didn’t realize how close she’d come to the brink of orgasm. “Oh, wait. I’m not ready to—”
But as his mouth descended to suck on her clit, the sudden rush of release crashed over her. She cried out. Her back arched off the bed as she twisted to one side. The cloud of energy blasted out of the cabin into the universe.
In her altered state of consciousness, she could have directed the energy into a variety of spells. But she’d been too caught up in the ecstasy to do anything but surrender to him. She couldn’t think at all as waves of transcendent bliss rushed through every cell in her body.
She collapsed in a heap of satisfaction. “Oh, God. That was amazing.”
He rolled onto his side next to her and whispered. “I’m not done yet.”
***
Slade’s chest puffed with pride as he waited for her to recover. With her taste still on his tongue, he kissed her deeply. He couldn’t get enough of her lips and he intended to touch every inch of her delectable body before he finished.
Maybe it was the spell she’d cast, or maybe it was the years he’d spent alone. Either way, his obsession with wanting to bring her to rapturous heights continued with every touch, every kiss, every taste of her.
Her hand slid across his belly leaving a ripple of clenching muscles in its wake. Her green eyes shimmered in the light from the flames. They didn’t need the heat now. In fact, a distracting trickle of sweat worked its way down his back.
“Are you hot?” he asked.
She gave him an impish grin. “You tell me.”
He laughed. “I meant the temperature.”
“It is getting steamy in here.”
Before he could stop her, she jumped off the bed and opened the closest window a couple of inches. The pounding staccato of rain and the crackling fire made his heart clench. A part of him wanted to explore something more with her. But he couldn’t ignore the fact that she’d played dirty with her magic.
He didn’t know much about her traditions, but he knew that a witch wasn’t allowed to use magic for her own gain. Not that it stopped the more devious witches. He needed to take this for what it was, a quick roll in the sack. He shouldn’t even be making assumptions about any possible relationship with her. After all, maybe she just wanted to screw him and leave.
She sauntered back to the bed and sat beside him. “Now what?”
He traced his fingertips across five jagged scars along her back. If he’d been one minute later, the grizzly would have killed her. “I’m glad I found you when I did.”
She lay her chin on his chest and used her fingers to toy with the hair on it. “That’s why I wanted to come and thank you.”
“You could have thanked me with something other than your body.”
Her hand stilled. “I guess I didn’t just come here to thank you. After I saw you shift from wolf to man, I couldn’t get the image out of my mind. I wondered what it’d be like to touch you… to taste you…”
“To sleep with me?”
She blushed and turned her head to rest her cheek on his chest. “It’s selfish. I know. But I’ve never wanted anyone like this before. I don’t know what came over me.”
He gently clasped her chin with his thumb and forefinger and tilted her head up. “Have you heard of imprinting?”
“No.”
“It usually only happens between werewolves. It’s like love at first sight. But it’s not always about love, sometimes it’s about friendship. It happens when two people meet for the first time and form an instant connection.”
“Do you think that’s what’s happening here?”
He pulled her closer. “I don’t know, maybe. It would be very unusual. But we met under highly stressful circumstances, so that could have been a catalyst.”
She frowned slightly. “So it could have happened because of the grizzly attack.”
“It’s possible.” He traced his finger around one of her areolas. He’d never yammered on like this with a naked woman in his bed before. Talk about a strange experience. But his attention returned to her voluptuous curves. They could sort out all the how’s and why’s later. Right now, he wanted to enjoy having her naked, wet, and ready.
“Lay back,” he whispered.
The muscles in her forehead relaxed as she lay back. She held her arms up to him. “Come here and kiss me.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. As he covered her with his torso, he nudged her thighs apart with his knees. When she arched against him, he took it as an invitation. His rigid cock brushed against her slick heat. He couldn’t wait to bury himself deep inside her, but he didn’t want to rush. He wanted to savor the feeling of being wanted. He hadn’t felt like that in a very long time. He’d kept his heart locked up for so long, maybe it was time to let someone else in.
“Now,” she murmured against his throat.
He slowly dipped into her silken pussy. Tight heat enslaved his throbbing cock. He gasped as he buried himself deep. Tremors of her previous orgasm rippled along the length of him. The added intensity of making love to her for the first time made it nearly impossible for him to retain control. But he forced himself to go slow. He didn’t want to come too quickly.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him closer. His impatient, needy hips moved involuntarily. One long thrust in became a slow pull almost completely out. But he couldn’t leave the warmth of her. He arched into her, moving in time with her hips. When she sped up, he slowed down until they fell into a perfect rhythm.
Rain pitter-pattered on the roof. As the storm’s intensity decreased, his pace increased until he reached the brink. He held back. He used ravenous kisses to distract himself from the inferno raging in his body.
Her legs clasped around his waist. She scratched his back with her nails. “Oh, God. Please.”
He knew she was close and would have rather died than deny her a single second of ecstasy. As much as it killed him to hold back, he did. His hands ached. Sweat shimmied down his back. But he couldn’t stop.
Just when he thought his heart would burst, she seized up. Her eyelids fluttered as a high pitched scream flew from her lips. Convulsions wracked her body. The pulsing, clenching, pulling suck of her pussy destroyed his last thread of control.
As his seed spilled into her body, he thrust into her again and again. When he finally stilled, he slid out of her and rolled onto his back. A kaleidoscope of light flickered across the ceiling.
Deliriously content, he could hardly move as she lay her head across his chest. They lay like that for a long time. He didn’t want to risk saying something stupid, so he waited for her to speak.
Minutes passed before she spoke in a tentative voice. “Are you okay?”
“That was a dirty trick you played on me.” The amused smile on his face contradicted his tone.
She couldn’t see his expression from the position she was in. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have—”
“Shh. I was just messing with you. I’m glad you came.” He snuggled closer to her. He didn’t know what the hell any of this meant, but he hadn’t lied about the connection he’d felt when he first met her. If nothing else, he wanted the chance to explore a potential relationship with her.
“So you’re not mad?”
“No. Honestly, I’m more confused than anything.”
She sighed. “Me too.”
“Let’s not think too hard about it right
now. We’ll have time to figure out what this means later.”
As he caressed her back, he smiled. He didn’t want to admit it yet, but somehow the bewitching woman had done something no other woman could do—she’d unlocked his heart.
***The End***
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Fall of the Alpha
Delia scrunched her nose as the horrid scent of sulfur filled the air. A candle-lit boardwalk swept up from the moonlit parking lot toward Dragon’s Mouth Spring. More than fifty women lined the path. Dressed in dark blue cloaks, they blended into the night. A crescent moon of luminescent white paint adorned their foreheads.
Delia stood, unmoving. Morgana, the coven’s High Priestess, waved a smoldering bundle of sage through the chilly fall air. The purification ritual was intended to help relax the supplicant, but it wasn’t working. A shiver raced up Delia’s spine.
Morgana began the invocation. “Demeter, goddess of the harvest, we call you to our circle to witness the descent of your daughter, Kore, into the underworld. As we celebrate the great harvest, the wheel of the year turns from light into darkness. Grains dry and lay fallow in the fields. Mother Goddess moves into cronehood.
“In this time of great transformation, the dark God of the underworld calls your daughter to his realm. We ask you to bless Delia, maiden goddess of the fields, so that she may survive six months in the land of the dead.”
The priestess’s dark tone increased Delia’s trepidation. Why had the elders chosen her to represent Kore, the maiden aspect of Persephone, for the Fall Equinox ritual? She knew nothing about underworld magic and very little about protection spells. Right now, she desperately needed both.
The crone priestesses began a low hum. “Mmmmaaaaa…”
The pitch rose as the mother priestesses joined the chorus. Red energy rose up from the earth in waves to encircle the women. As the maiden priestesses intertwined their voices with the others, the magical energy formed a cone of power.
