by Multiple
“You are delicious,” his voice was low and textured with gravel. His mouth was hungry this time, wanting more. Passion ran between them, sparks flying, chemistry burning, and as his tongue pressed into her mouth, Raven let out a tiny sigh.
After the sigh, Raven was on the verge of a whimper, with the overwhelming need to strip off Derek’s clothes and touch every last inch of his body. She couldn’t wait anymore. She had to feel him, be with him, share a moment.
They remained in an embrace, locking lips. Derek pulled her in tighter. She would have happily stayed right there all night long, but in the privacy of his home they could share even more intimacy. Slowly they pulled themselves apart and Derek opened Raven’s door.
Derek walked to the other side of the car. His tall frame, enhanced by broad shoulders and a handsome face, left her feeling all gooey inside, like melting taffy. She felt like a schoolgirl, giddy with lust.
He wore his brown hair parted to the side and cropped short. Clean and neat, he always looked well put together. While most times he was clear of stubble, on the days he let a bit come in, it only enhanced his strong jawline in the perfect shade of sexy.
They were quiet as they drove, both lost in their own thoughts. Raven was nervous though excited, but she couldn’t help thinking of Ziara’s frustration with her. She could almost hear her voice. “Miko is a great guy. He really likes you. All it would take is a simple love casting, and you would be ready for Season of the Witch.”
Only Raven didn’t want Miko. She didn’t want a potion made in a cauldron and cast on her. That took the romance out of it. She wanted to feel real love, the kind that starts in the body and mind. She wanted to choose love. Ziara just didn’t get that, she always followed the code.
Raven wondered if Derek’s family put pressure on him. Did they want him to settle down and start a family, too? Or was that not a thing in the mortal world?
And dating a witch… how would she ever tell him? What would he say? It’s not like she could mention it anyway, unless they were close to marriage. While Raven had never shared that fact with a mortal yet, she knew others that had and it rarely went over well. Before long, they’d have to cast a spell. They’d split up, and the mortal wouldn’t remember any of it. Cross breeding didn’t happen often because of the differences and complications.
With such a huge secret to share, she needed to be sure she could trust him. It was crucial for the witch community if they wanted to survive living amongst mortals.
Raven was lost in thought. Would they ever get to that point? Would she be able to tell him? Would he tear away from her, horrified at her truth? She hated that it was on her mind, but how could it not be? If they were going to share their bodies…there was so much to think about.
She knew once they were intimate, her emotions would flood through her and she’d be forced to make a decision. If she continued, she risked her own feelings down the line. Would it be better to let him go before both of them got hurt? It rarely ended well when it came to dating mortals. Sadly, it was a vice she wasn’t ready to let go of yet. Romance offered her tingling sensations that she couldn’t experience elsewhere.
Was she only in it for those feelings? It felt almost selfish. She pushed the thoughts away; she’d deal with them later.
Derek parked the car in front of his condo. Taking a deep breath, Raven knew what was about to happen. Clothes would be shed, bodies would connect, love would be made…and while she wanted to do this, she was wondering if it was wrong. Would it be a mistake she couldn’t take back? Would she regret not waiting come morning?
She hated even hesitating to think. She wanted to taste his skin, kiss and lick his body, feel him inside her, but when it came down to it she knew her emotions would get tangled into a big ball of knots. Emotions were never easy, especially when there are secrets.
Was it too late to turn back? She was already drawn to the man beside her. Intimacy seemed like a natural step. How fair was it to let him go in blindly? It’s not like she really had a choice. It wouldn’t change his world until they were committed, but it would change hers forever.
“Derek, before we go in, there’s something I have to tell you.” She drew a deep breath. She couldn’t very well tell him that she was a witch. Besides, that was forbidden unless you were a fully-committed couple. It’s just that it was only fair to let him know things might get a wee bit more complicated.
“Hmm?” He looked at her dreamily.
Raven swallowed hard. “My family is complicated. I think it’s only fair to let you know they can be difficult. They even want to interfere in my relationships at times. If we do this,” she hesitated, “if we make love, I’ll consider us a couple. You know, like exclusively dating. If you’re not ready to commit to a relationship you need to tell me now.”
“How committed are you talking? We’ve only been dating for a short while. If you mean will I only be having sexual relations with one person at a time, monogamous, then the answer is yes. If you’re talking about a long term relationship, I can’t make promises. Neither of us knows where this will lead.”
“Yes, monogamous. I’m not asking for a promise of a long term commitment. I guess I just need to know that I’m the only one you’re dating.”
“You are. Quite honestly, you’re all I can think about. I can commit to monogamy, but I can’t predict or make promises about how long our relationship will last.”
Forever was a long time. Neither of them was ready to promise forever, but for now, the two of them as a couple, that would work.
“Thanks. I know it’s awkward, but I take this stuff seriously.” She blushed, embarrassed to even ask. She felt childish, even though she was a full grown woman.
“I understand. I appreciate the honesty. Do you still want to go inside, or have you changed your mind?”
“I’d very much like to go inside.” Raven felt the weight dropping off her shoulders and smiled at Derek. This might get sticky, but for now at least they were on the same wave length.
That’s when Benji popped into her head, quite literally. Benji get out of my head!
“Hey sis, I’ll just be a minute. Could you stop and get some vanilla ice cream on the way home?”
Not now, Benji!
“Bad timing?”
Very! I’ll bring you ice cream later. Now, go away!
“Thanks, sis!”
She hated how he had that ability, but he didn’t have many left now that he was stuck in bulldog form. She couldn’t take that away from him. She just didn’t want to see his face pop up during…well, you know! Talk about bad timing. It was hard to believe he’d been in animal form for so long now. If he’d just learn to keep his pants on, this would have never happened.
Raven pretended he was a familiar, or pet to the mortal world, but what else could she do? Benji didn’t need the entire world to know he was a shape shifting falcon and man trapped in a dog’s body. It was a curse, plain and simple, and there’d be no shifting until Charlene’s curse put him through the paces.
Charlene was way too harsh on him, even if she was hurt by his dalliance with her sister. That’s a lot of seasons for him to be out of his male witch form body….first a toad, then a dog. She made her point.
Benji moved in with Raven after their split, but she truly hadn’t expected a talking toad when she got home that first day.
Raven put in a doggy door so he could come and go. When the transformation took place to his next form, it seemed appropriate. They were left guessing how long the rest of the spell would last until Benji finally confronted Charlene.
Unfortunately, she had her father lock the spell in place, and he’s a high wizard so you couldn’t just undo something like that with a simple potion. He’d made his doggy bed, and now he had to lie in it. They weren’t quite as harsh on Charlene’s sister, but she got into her own mess of trouble.
Derek unlocked the door and led Raven past the living room, down the hallway, and straight into his bedroom.
He wasn’t wasting any time. Raven happily followed along, ready to surrender her body, mind, and soul to him. Sex in the mortal world was slow and passionate. It was a complex dance of feeling out your partner and working toward an apex of pleasure. It’s not that witches didn’t have sex; it’s just that it was different.
Usually a caster uses a potion which causes the couple to fall in love. The process is immediate. A mate is selected, or they have one selected for them. The potion puts the lust and desire within them. It seemed so basic and drab. Raven liked the slow, lingering buildup that mortals enjoyed. Once she had a taste of the delicious tension that grew between a couple, she was hooked.
Ziara didn’t understand. She never felt the sensual seduction of a new love. She relied on a love potion and chose a suitable male witch. Just like that, they were connected. Of course their parents were pleased with her choice. Jork had been crushing on Ziara most of his life, anyway. When she finally decided she was ready for a family, a love caster gave them a potion and it was love for both of them. To her, it was a matter of following the witch’s code. It’s just what you did. The idea of Raven wanting to waste her time with mortals was something she couldn’t relate to.
Benji and Charlene fell into each other’s graces at a witch gathering. Honestly, it probably had more to do with Charlene trying to rebel against her powerful father. Choosing Benji, a more common witch, gave her the leverage to piss him off.
A potion was cast, but unfortunately Benji found sex with someone off limits titillating. Too bad they don’t rally that problem with the potion. There are no promises, just certain expectations. Soon he was doing Charlene’s sister, and once a fool always a fool, they got caught. It didn’t end well, obviously. Who knows why sometimes a potion works better than other times? Unfortunately for Charlene, she got a witch with a wondering eye.
Derek pulled Raven closer. She loved how familiar his mouth was on hers. Each kiss sent goose bumps down her arms. Slowly he dotted tender kisses along the curve of her jaw line. Arching her neck, she turned into him. His tongue teased with tiny circles as he followed up the length of her neck. His warm mouth found her earlobe as the sensual nibbling weakened her knees.
“You turn me on,” he whispered. His breathing was slow and deliberate. Raven was putty in his hands. Pushing her hair aside, he tucked it over her shoulder, and softly caressed her skin with his lips.
Soft moans escaped Raven’s lips as he hit each tender erogenous spot. Just barely grazing her skin, his touch left her breathless. Soon his mouth was back on hers, and their kisses turned hungry and passionate.
Derek focused on Raven’s blouse, his fingers expertly unbuttoning her. He slipped each small pearl button from its slot. Every one undone revealed more of her ample cleavage. She’d chosen a bra that pushed her assets high, giving the exact effect she was looking for.
“Gorgeous,” he growled. Derek dropped her blouse over her shoulders. Her skin felt as smooth as silk under his hands.
Raven’s breasts were framed in black satin. Slowly his fingers moved to her breasts, and brushing a finger across her bare cleavage, he teased, “What have we got here?”
Her breath grew deeper at the anticipation of his hands and mouth on her.
“It’s almost a shame to remove it,” he teased. “You look so damn hot.” His breathing was getting ragged, revealing his wanton lust for the woman before him.
Raven met his movements as she pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was a solid wall of muscle, and his shoulders were broad. His arms held the curve of biceps that worked out hard and often. He looked like a sculpted piece of clay that an artist had spent an enormous amount of time on to get it just right. Raven reached up and let her hand run across the strong body before her. He was sturdy, masculine, and left her aching for more.
They moved in sync as he slipped her shorts over her rounded hips and bottom. Stepping out of them, she brushed them to the side, kicking her sandals off as well. His fingers danced dangerously at the edge of her lace panties. Raven’s body was on fire, on the verge of melting. Each touch, every tiny sensation sent shivers through her body. She was ready, desperate to feel him, wanted to bond intimately and let the current of love run through her.
Derek’s fingers lingered on the edge of Raven’s panties. They grew damper between her legs. Slowly he traced her sweet spot through the fabric, not daring to remove her lingerie yet. Raven tingled all over.
Closing her eyes, she sighed with delight as his fingers traced the lines of her lips. He drew along the moist crevice, pressing it into her the slightest bit. Her panties remained in place, but her desires beckoned for him to remove them.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” he breathed into her ear, his hot breath adding to the intensity of the moment.
Pulling her panties to the side, Derek slipped a finger between the material and her skin, teasing her, barely moving. Raven swallowed hard, willing him to penetrate her. Slowly his fingers explored the space between her legs until gently prodding her opening and dipping the tip of a finger between her lips. A gasp filled the air as he pressed it within her. Raven tipped her head back, her long black hair grazing against her back. He toyed with her, watching her pleasure.
Bathing in passion and lust, Raven melted.
Reaching down, her fingers slid to his zipper. Undressing him, she took in his body. Dark navy boxer briefs clung to him, his bulge obvious and trying to make an escape. A rush of excitement washed through her, knowing they were that much closer to their intended goal. It would be the first time they made love.
Derek shifted his attention to Raven’s breasts and helped her remove the bra that restrained her bosom. Her nipples stood at attention as he dropped the material to the floor. Cupping her breasts, his touch started tender, but soon his need for sex pushed him into a man overtaken by lust, and his hands moved firmer, kneading her flesh.
Raven’s eyes closed, and like a river running fluid, her arousal flowed through her body leaving her aching for more. She wanted this, was ready for this, and was ready to take things to the next level. Everything she thought she ever wanted was before her…and his name was Derek.
Derek’s mouth latched on to her pert nipple. Sucking and nibbling, he teased her with his teeth and lips. Raven’s moans filled the room. Her fingers pushed through his hair and then drew him closer, tighter to her breast.
Everything she wanted. Everything she needed.
His mouth was wet and warm, and the desire to feel him inside of her grew. She needed to feel him between her legs, aching for him to fill her. There was urgency, a cry within her so strong that waiting became almost painful and the anticipation too much.
They removed the last bits of their clothing, their underwear falling to the floor, before climbing into bed together.
Derek pleasured Raven, his mouth and tongue tasting the honey that dripped between her legs. His fingers dipped into her as he drank her nectar. Raven’s moans grew louder as the pleasure intensified, and barely able to contain herself, she locked her thighs tightly around him.
Derek shifted his body so that his massive cock was within reach of her hand. Raven wrapped her fingers around his shaft. He throbbed in her hand, and she slid her fingers along his length. The urge to taste him was strong. She opened her mouth to him, tasting the slightly salty essence of his skin.
Derek groaned as her warm mouth closed over him. He surrendered to the pleasure until he hit his peak. The couple dropped to the bed like rag dolls, relaxed and worn from their first round of sexual pleasure.
They curled against one another, enjoying the high of the moment. It didn’t take long for Derek’s body to scream for attention once again. He needed to penetrate his lover. Leaning over Raven, he pressed into her. His thick girth spread her as he pushed inside.
As their bodies connected, Derek watched his lover’s face. Orgasmic flashes crashed between them, melting them with raw pleasure.
Snuggled beside her lover, Raven drifted
on the afterglow of the moment. Something had changed. She felt safe in his arms, and knew this was where she was meant to be.
Chapter 3
The day seemed to fly by. They barely left the bedroom, and instead curled up against one another and napped between making love. Their bodies tangled together, finding themselves in the throes of passion. After enough time passed, their stomachs demanded nutrition.
Raven pulled on one of Derek’s shirts and padded down the hallway to rummage through the cabinets and fridge. There had to be something they could whip up. Poking and prodding, she figured with a few staples she could throw something together.
“Do you have a preference?” she asked over her shoulder.
Derek wrapped his arms around her from behind. With only his boxer briefs on, his body glorious and muscled, the underwear clung to his bulge. She loved how he felt pressed to her, his arms holding her close.
“We could order pizza,” he suggested.
He let go of Raven and shuffled through a drawer. With a handful of take-out menus, he sorted through them until he found the number and menu for the local pizza place. As he dialed, Raven slid her hand over his growing bulge and teased him.
Derek struggled to keep his voice intact as Raven’s hands played below. Placing the order, he hung up the phone and smiled at his lover. “If you keep that up…” He trailed off and kissed her. Heading back to the bedroom, he pulled on a pair of jeans for when the delivery guy showed up.
Raven playfully pouted. “It’s such a shame to cover yourself up like that. I like you even better naked.”
Derek grinned like a school boy, enjoying Raven’s words and company.
When the food arrived, the couple ate while keeping the banter light and simple.
If only Ziara could understand what falling in love felt like, Raven thought, real love without potions.
