by Jaide Fox
Her legs fell open, sprawled now in comfort. There was no way she wanted to close her legs and not discover where he wanted her to go.
She lifted her hands and began to tweak her nipples and that, combined with the pull and tug of his tongue in the strangest of places and in the strangest of ways, had her body humming with a heat all of its own. A woman need not be Sidhe to find pleasure in Wolfe's bed, she thought blindly, although thoughts of Wolfe's other women were not appropriate at this moment in time!
Instead, she threw herself into what he was doing and when his tongue finally curled about the most sensitive of places, her back arched and she ended up balancing her torso against the bed with the crown of her head! Pleasure rushed through her until she thought she would go blind with it and there seemed to be no surcease or relief. It was battering at her incessantly, yet she desperately needed the break in the storm to calm her down again.
He pushed his fingers inside her, curling two digits as he sucked her nub and grazed it with his teeth. The small hood of her clitoris pushed back, flooding the bundle of nerves with heat and sensation. The curl of his fingers drove her need higher, making her belly ache and tremble for culmination.
She needed him inside her, not this unrelenting teasing that left her hungry for more.
When he unknowingly stood and then released himself from his trousers and then slipped the hardened head of his cock against the most intimate of her parts, she gasped and her back arched again as her hips sunk into the bed, pinned, as they now were, thanks to the grip he had on them.
That push against her had her gasping as he parted his folds with his cock, pushing past the tender edges of her hole with increasing strength and unerring direction.
The slow and incessant thrust as he pushed into her was amazingly fulfilling. It bordered on pain, yet at the same time, as she'd earlier learned from the use of his fingers, she enjoyed this sensation of feeling overfull. A part of her wondered if she were perverse but nothing about this joining could be wrong. To think so would be indecent.
It was a coming together of two of nature's survivors and she enjoyed it that way.
His hardness curled into her, slowly at first covering every lustrous inch of her and then faster until with the thrust and slide came a burning heat that had nothing to do with her powers either. It was delicious and enough to set her aflame.
His hair covered pubic bone ground against her swollen nub, rubbing it roughly. She moaned and drew her knees up, raising her hips to meet his thrust, to take him deeper and harder.
She enjoyed his fierce possession, the almost desperate way he moved inside her. His belly jerked when she met him. She heard his gasp, a hoarse groan that she felt down to her toes.
Everything about him was exciting and arousing. She should not want this claiming, but she could not seem to stop herself from enjoying the feel of his body sliding in and out of her.
“Take me hard,” she begged, writhing, scratching and clawing with eager anxiety.
“You drive me mad,” he said on a groan, burying his face in her neck to suck behind her ear.
The erotic draw of his mouth sucking on her flesh had her crying out.
His hands were set either side of her head now and the most shocking aspect of the entire thing, for her anyway, was the fact that he was still fully dressed. That the expensive fabrics that made up his jacket and trousers and shirt rubbed against bare flesh with barely a peep of his nether hair roughly tickling against her..
That in itself caused a delicious friction that made her cleft cream exquisitely. It seemed naughty to lie naked beneath him while he remained clothed.
“Touch yourself, Beau,” he commanded gruffly as his length explored every intimate inch of her insides. He compounded the command with his cock.
Isabeau's mouth dropped open at the order and instantly, she was struck with stage fright! Where? Where did he want her to touch herself?
The question must have been in her eyes, for she didn't say a word and he still said, “Where I touch you to please you. Touch yourself there. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Listening to his demanding voice made the desire climb in her blood. She shuddered, looking up to his passion drunk eyes.
Licking her very, very dry lips, she raised her hands and began to cup her breasts. Gently tugging and pulling at the tender flesh of her nipples as he continued to thrust deeply into her belly, she cried out as he dropped his head and quickly sucked one of those teasing tips into this mouth before releasing it.
As soon as that particular nipple was free, it immediately cried out for some more loving and instead, she looked deeply into his eyes and knew where he wanted her to touch. Where he wanted her hands.
Hesitantly and filled with nerves, she lowered her hands and played with the central and sheltered part of her quim. The nubbin was firm and reminded her of a small, very small, marble. But one little touch was enough to have her gasping.
He rose up to get a good look at her while she lay splayed beneath him on the bed.
Touching herself like this was both terrifying and arousing. It was made bearable that it was under the cover of Wolfe's body, but soon that wasn't enough for him.
He dragged her downwards and to the edge of the bed as he lifted her legs so that they rested against his chest. As soon as she realized what the move meant, her eyes popped open and she tensed a little with nerves.
This position meant that he had to do very little to thrust into her deeply and at the same time, he could see everything she did.
Her legs stretched upward to the ceiling, leaving nothing hidden from his view. She could see his cock sliding in and out of her with his slow, leisurely movement. Feel his eyes drag across the display of her body, centering on that hidden part of her which was now open for his devouring gaze.
He licked his lips, planting his hands on her thighs to hold her to his commands.
Gulping, she looked up at him and noticed his heavily-lidded eyes and the desire that was smoldering there.
Just looking at him made her quiver. Her belly jerked in reaction, trembling.
From his heady gaze, she took courage and with a deep inhalation, her fingers began to move and rub at the area. Bravely, she let the digits drop down to the place where they were joined and while it took some stomach muscle movement on her part, she could feel the moisture that was escaping her and it both thrilled and shocked her.
He groaned when she touched him where he thrust inside her, feeling the combination of her juices smoothed over his slick shaft. His jerky reaction emboldened her.
Spying an intent look in his eyes, she began to strum at her nubbin with more concentration, moving in circles as he had done. Her gaze remained glued to his face, but his eyes remained focused on the action of her fingers. The dark, hungry look that crossed over his face as she explored herself made her feel drunk with passion.
She tickled the nub, pinching it between her thumb and forefinger.
“Mmmm. Like that,” he said on a groan, thrusting inside her, the grip of his fingers on her thighs tightening, torturing her.
She bit her lip, teasing herself, feeling a tension rising within her body from her own movements and that look he gave her.
“Push a finger into yourself. With me,” he said gravelly.
She nearly moaned with his words and moved to obey, squeezing a finger inside next to his working shaft. The extra stretch was nearly too much for her to bear. She rubbed her clit with her thumb, pushing into her channel with a finger.
“Another,” he demanded.
She obeyed, splicing her fingers around his cock and inside herself. She felt as if double penetrated, and the arousing sensations intensified. She closed her eyes, groaning.
Her channel sucked against him greedily, hungry for the passion to implode within her.
His hips began to speed up and when he leaned forward and pressed her thighs back against herself, her eyes popped open as he slid even deeper in
side her. Once, twice and something happened to her.
It was different from the experiences of before, which she'd had with the ring. It was somehow purer and not as clogged by magic but still as strong. It traveled through her body like fine wine and set her soul singing.
Her eyes remained open and she was allowed to see the grimacing mask of pleasure on his face as he released his seed into her welcoming depths.
When he collapsed against her, she wrapped her limp limbs about him and took solace in the pressure of his heavy weight against her smaller frame.
Chapter Ten
With an enchanted candelabrum in one hand and her long skirts in the other, Isabeau walked down one of the many corridors in the castle and having traversed the entire length, judged where the central point was. It was difficult to estimate but she eventually settled on a spot and did as Wolfe had bid: banged the heavy brass candle holder against the floor three times.
The balls of flame immediately whooshed away from their base and to all of the corners of the room, leaving the dark corridor literally ablaze with light.
Sighing with happiness, she took to exploring the gallery floor. This was the one from which she had taken a tumble and even though she'd been dazed from her fall down the stairs and the emotions that had been besieging her, had managed to take note of the splendor of the art on this particular floor.
One of the maids had had to lead her here, for even in a state of clear-headedness, it would have been impossible to find the network of rooms through which she had traveled.
This past week, she had spent her time exploring the castle and exploring the pleasure that Wolfe and she inspired in one another.
It was a heady time. Magnificent rather.
She enjoyed discovering new aspects of the castle's higher levels, which were almost like a beehive in their structure. It was rather intriguing to start in a bedroom and then somehow, enter a dining hall that was almost the length of an ancient oak tree! Or slipping into a large chamber that was laden down with guns and the heads of a myriad of poor animals and then opening a door that led to a more feminized version of Wolfe's study.
However, the beauty of the castle could not compare to the beauty of what they had discovered together. She was sure, from Wolfe's enjoyment, that he had not experienced the like and that made her fiercely happy.
Isabeau tried not to think of the future. A future without him in it, but now and then it would plague her as would thoughts of Wolfe's past.
She was ashamed to say that she rarely thought on his childhood, but the women he'd had during his adulthood.
Isabeau oft found herself wondering how they had pleased him and while she was certain that what they had together was unique, that slight niggle of fear added to her insecurities where he was concerned.
A part of her realized that she would be perfectly content to remain here as his mistress. She cared naught for the title, did not particularly want to be a Duchess. She just wanted to be his woman.
Isabeau grimaced at the painting before her.
It was shameful to admit to that. And she, the daughter of an Earl! And said Earl's only heir, at that! A lady, who could have married the same rank or higher.
Biting her lip, Isabeau knew that regardless of what had once been her social standing, she would gladly stay with Wolfe through hell and high water. She just wished that he felt the same.
Even though they had shared many a discussion, he had never made any mention about the future. Nor had he said anything about the legend.
They had spent the most of their time talking about their interests, or opinions or about the castle. If anything was said about the legacy of their race, it was to teach her about what she was. In that sense, he gave her something that no other had. Knowledge about the Sidhe. About her true self.
With him by her side, and for the rest of her life, Isabeau knew that she would and could become more and more powerful. Already, her abilities to heal were almost trebled in their strength! And she had also discovered that she had another talent. One that enabled her to stun humans. Well, they thought so. So far, it had only worked on one of the many dogs that roamed about the castle.
It involved charging herself with the healing power and, even she did not understand the mechanics of it, but her hair became supercharged and began to float. The color combined with the movement made her hair, according to Wolfe anyway, appear like fire. The power made her eyes glow gold. When she had looked at the dog, it was almost as though he'd been mesmerized.
The stun had lasted for twenty minutes after she had ceased channeling her power.
Wolfe had told her that she should have been borne a man and been a soldier. For all her talents seemed to be defensive. The ability to heal herself, to disguise herself and now, stun the enemy!
She sighed and peered at a resplendent water color. Wolfe. Always Wolfe.
Sadly, she studied the beautiful strokes, when a slight rustling had her stiffening and broke her interlude. She spun around, expecting to face she knew not what and her eye was caught on a very, very faint movement in a dark corner of the room.
With a frown, she walked over to the corner and sought out the noise that had caught her attention. Isabeau wished she had Wolfe's power to manipulate the light, but he'd only taught her to gather the orbs and then shatter them so as to create optimal illumination.
When she heard a gentle meow, despite the low volume, she almost jumped out of her skin with fright! Then realizing that it was only a cat, she bent forward again and heard, what felt like an entire chorus of mini-meows.
With a big grin on her face, she bent down and was greeted with the sight of three little kittens. There did not seem to be any sign of the mama cat and with a frown, she wondered if the kittens had either been abandoned or if their mother had simply died.
They were whimpering now and the sound was enough to tug at her heartstrings. While four years running about the country in fear for her life had hardened her, it hadn't to the extent that she could let these little kittens simply remain here.
Of course, their mother could simply have gone off hunting and if that was the case, then Isabeau was certain if she took them back to her own room, the cat would come looking for her babies.
With a resolute nod, she gathered one of the little kittens and placed it in the large pocket at the front of her skirt. Although the castle was scrupulously clean, she somehow managed to return to her chambers absolutely filthy and on a daily basis, which more often than not determined what would happen after she returned to the bedroom...Wolfe would bathe her and very nice it was too!
Although she enjoyed the baths, she did not enjoy ruining so many clothes and had asked for an apron. Upon the front of which was an overlarge pocket and she set two of them in there, gathered the other under her arm and hushed their whimpers. Quickly returning to the candelabra, she cautiously bent down again, this time lowering her knees so that the little kittens wouldn't fall out of her apron. She banged the brass piece four times against the floor. The cries grew even louder thereafter and it was with relief that the orbs of light returned with a rush to the candelabra and she was able to walk out of the corridor and back to the corridor in which she was currently staying.
She'd been sleeping with Wolfe for the most part over this last week, but Isabeau decided to take refuge in his mother's chambers. She knew that he loved animals, but he might take umbrage at his bedroom becoming a nursery to three kittens.
By the time she arrived outside Wolfe's mother's old room, her arm was aching from the weight of the brass and it was with relief that she nudged the door knob open with her elbow and could finally walk into her room and lower the heavy candelabra to the nearest side table.
