Abra cleared his throat. “We will allow the ceremony to begin.”
She wondered how he would have stopped it.
“But,” he continued, “exactly how is it that you plan on the coven participating?”
“You get to watch,” Braze answered so quickly, and with enough finality, that he left little room for questions.
His hands were on her then, and everything around her—the surrounding elders, the ancient stone pillars, the hard stone floor beneath them—all of it seemed to fade away. All Bridget could focus on was Braze’s large, powerful hands, moving around her waist, making a ceremony out of undressing her.
Thick long fingers pressed into her tummy, his determined hands easily unbuttoning the top button of her jeans. She sucked in air through her mouth while he lowered her zipper. Powerful rippling chest muscles, pressed against her back, his downy hair brushing against her skin, teasing her into a frenzy.
Her insides were at boiling point, moisture seeping from her, soaking her inner thighs. His hands rubbed against her hips, pulling her pants down, and then letting go so they could tumble to the ground. It was all she could do to step out of them.
With a fluid motion he’d glided her hair over her shoulders, letting it stream down her back, exposing her. He gripped her shoulder, guiding her to the altar, memories of the flat cold stone plummeting through her when she remembered the first time he’d fucked her.
Let them see the bond between her and Braze. All of them would know that their love couldn’t be conquered—not by the demon leader, and not by the coven. What she had with Braze would last forever, no obstacle being strong enough to break it.
“Yes.” Braze scooped her into his arms, laying her on the surface of the altar. “This time you will know my flesh inside you. Our powers will be one. You will own me, and I will own you. Forever.”
The circle of immortals around them seemed to move in closer, their own thoughts becoming a blur of murmurs to Bridget. None of them mattered. All there was—all that mattered—was Braze.
“It has always been that way.” She stared into those green orbs, passion running so deeply through them she could see his soul, and his love.
He ran his hands down her front, the cool hardness of the stone altar searing through her skin, yet doing nothing to soothe the heat he’d created in her. The touch of his hands against her nipples, grazing over her flesh, had a pressure building within her, aching for release, climbing to levels so high she would die before he even entered her.
“Since the beginning, you have been my only love.” He leaned forward, his thick brown hair draping around his face when he brought his lips to hers. I love you, he whispered in his thoughts, before burning her alive with a kiss so intense, so alive with his power and strength, she convulsed in reaction to it.
Never had he kissed her, reaching straight through her, grabbing her heart and clamping down on it with a grip so strong, so aggressive that she swore she felt it straight to her toes.
Reaching for him, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, clasping her hands behind his neck, she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
His mouth left hers, streaming a burning path toward her jaw, leaving her gasping for air when he found his way to one of her nipples.
“Braze,” she cried out, opening her eyes to see the others moving closer, their lust filling the air with an intensity that added to her urge to come.
He tugged on the puckered flesh with his teeth, grating over her sensitive skin. She would die. Nothing would help her overcome the sensations he sent gushing through her with that smallest of touches.
Knowing her thoughts, sensing her reactions, he pressed his hand against her belly, clamping down on the pressure that threatened to give way deep in her womb. She arched her ass off the hard altar surface, spreading her legs, feeling the many eyes that focused on the soaked skin that parted between her thighs.
Everyone is watching you, his thoughts rumbled through her head, sending chills rushing over her skin even though she burned alive inside.
His hand slid down her, cupping her shaved pussy, gripping her and squeezing slightly. That was all it took to send her over the edge.
“Yes. Oh shit. Yes.” She arched up into his grip, feeling the wave of pressure tumble through her while her orgasm racked her body.
“That’s it, baby.” He purred, his voice rumbling like the roar of a confident mountain lion, satisfied with his actions. “Let everyone see how you come for me.”
She opened her eyes, watching his mouth on her nipple, feeling the heat of his breath when he spoke. A glistening sheen of sweat spread over her body, making her glow. Her breath came in pants, the rise and fall of her breasts against his face turning her on even further while she watched him.
Braze looked up, his green eyes on fire with satisfaction. Carnal…raw…his persona was alive with such a natural domination she could hardly look at him without crying. The emotions he tore from her, the things he did to her body, everything about him brought her more happiness than anything she had ever experienced.
It took more than one breath to be able to speak. “Join me,” she said, speaking out loud even though tradition merited the ceremony went above such mortal action. “I want you on the altar with me.”
She pulled on his shoulder and he grinned up at her, letting her see her nipple clamped between his teeth. Instantly a new pressure built inside her, cum seeping against his hand that pressed into her cunt.
Braze moved onto the altar, spreading her legs while he knelt between them. His gaze was on her pussy, his hand moving against the tortured flesh. He spread the overheated folds apart, and easily slid a finger deep inside her.
The roughness of his finger brushed against her inner pussy walls, her muscles clamping down against him, urging him in deeper.
You are so damned wet. His thoughts reached her on a whisper, soft, like a feather, teasing the senses. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you will scream loud enough for all to know you are mine.”
She stared wide-eyed at him, unable to speak as he eased another finger in while stroking her sensitive tighter hole below.
He finger-fucked her, bringing her close to the edge before finally pulling out. He left an itch craving his touch, an emptiness filling her. Moisture soaked her shaved pussy. Looking down she saw the glow on her skin, her cream coating her skin and inner thighs. And beyond that, hanging like a weapon ready to fire, Braze’s engorged cock stood at attention, eager to plunge inside her. Her mouth went from dry to suddenly way too wet.
“Please,” she uttered, unable to take her attention from the thickness of his shaft, the full roundness of his cockhead.
Heat flushed through her. She brushed her hair to the side with her fingers and then ran her fingers over her breasts. They ached, swollen and heavy to her touch.
“Pinch your nipples for me.” Braze grabbed her legs, pressing hard against the sensitive flesh on her inner thighs. He lifted her ass off the altar, bringing her pussy to his mouth. “Come for me, my love.”
His breath tickled her pussy, while her moisture trickled toward her ass. A flush rushed through her. She pinched her nipples, hearing the gasps of those around them as lust poured through them. They craved her as well, ached to touch her, would die to feel just a bit of her. Their thoughts ransacked her brain, feeding the fire that already burned deep inside her.
Braze swiped his tongue over her pussy, dipping into her cream, rubbing the oversensitive soaked flesh with his roughness.
“Oh! That is so good!” She arched into him, watching his face disappear between her legs while he feasted on her.
Her breath came in pants. Everything around her had blurred, the pure bliss of what Braze did to her with his mouth more than she could handle. Nothing else mattered. No one. He could do this to her for the rest of eternity and she wouldn’t complain a bit.
“Give it to me, Bridget,” he growled, the vibration of his voice tormenting her soaked s
kin. “Let me drink the goddess’s juices.”
He plunged into her with his tongue, gorging on her and bringing her to an orgasm so hard and fast a scream escaped her lips.
“Braze! By the gods!” She shoved her pussy against the rough texture of his face, his chin pushing against her cunt while he lapped furiously at the rich cream she offered.
Braze growled while his fingers dug into her legs, pinning her in place. She would go over the edge yet again. He was relentless, demanding, taking all that she had and insisting on more.
Someone touched her. Another hand. Lost in the ecstasy of the moment, all she could do was look up at the wondering eyes of the young woman who had dared to caress her shoulder.
“Do you want me?” Braze didn’t focus on the touch to Bridget’s shoulder. His gaze burned into hers, desire driving so hard through him that it stole her breath.
“More than life itself,” she told him, meaning it so much that it hurt.
Braze lifted himself over her, positioning his cock against her soaked cunt. No one breathed. All watched. Bridget couldn’t even find a breath. Everything inside her ached for him to fill her, to take all she had to offer, to make them one.
And he didn’t hesitate. Braze plummeted deep inside her cunt, rushing past her inflamed muscles, reaching that spot instantly that sent her over the edge.
She arched into him, grabbing his shoulders and holding on with everything she had.
“Fuck me,” she screamed, using her voice, her words tearing from her.
Braze pulled out and then drove in and again, quickly building the momentum. The hard surface underneath her was no longer cold, but burning, just as her insides were. Her world was on fire, igniting into flame with each thrust.
Braze buried himself deeper and deeper with each plunge, lifting her, carrying her to another level, uniting their powers and combining their strength.
They were undefeatable, one.
Bridget cried out, tears of happiness, of an overwhelming satisfaction, streaming down her face. All witnessed her initiation, saw with their own eyes the intense power created between the two of them.
Braze howled, throwing his head back, a growl following that shook his body. He exploded inside her, burying his seed, giving life to an entity that no god would ever control.
And when he looked down at her, his brown curls damp against his face, Bridget knew a love greater than any other could possibly experience.
“We are blessed,” she whispered, and pulled him closer for a kiss.
About the author:
All my life, I’ve wondered at how people fall into the routines of life. The paths we travel seemed to be well-trodden by society. We go to school, fall in love, find a line of work (and hope and pray it is one we like), have children and do our best to mold them into good people who will travel the same path. This is the path so commonly referred to as the “real world”.
The characters in my books are destined to stray down a different path other than the one society suggests. Each story leads the reader into a world altered slightly from the one they know. For me, this is what good fiction is about, an opportunity to escape from the daily grind and wander down someone else’s path.
Lorie O’Clare lives in Kansas with her three sons.
Lorie welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1337 Commerce Drive, #13, Stow, Ohio 44224.
Also available Lorie O’Clare:
Full Moon Rising
Lunewulf 1: Pack Law
Lunewulf 2: In Her Blood
Lunewulf 3: In Her Dreams
Lunewulf 4: In Her Nature
Lunewulf 5: In Her Soul
Sex Slaves 1: Sex Traders
Things That Go Bump in the Night 2004 anthology
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