Gwydion resumed his spot on his knees. Leaning forward, he nuzzled the inside of her thighs, his stubble deliciously abrading her sensitive skin. His hot breath caressed her aching flesh, and it was almost impossible not to let go of the hook and drag him closer.
As if he sensed her intentions, he glanced up and met her gaze, warning her without saying a word.
Chapter Five
Gwydion watched Rowan for a moment more, loving the way her position thrust her breasts forward in hedonistic offering. He brushed his lips across her mound, across the fabric of her panties that clung damply to her swollen pussy lips. He wanted to tear them from her and bury his face between her legs, but he forced himself to slow down.
His body screamed for release almost as badly as hers was, but he refused to fall on her like a ravening beast. He wanted this to last longer than a few minutes. He might be a god, but he was a god who hadn’t had sex while in his physical form in centuries.
With agonizing slowness, he drew a finger along the shadow of her cleft just visible through arousal-soaked fabric. He smiled at the shudder and breathless sigh that escaped her. She was so beautifully responsive. He couldn’t wait to feel her sweet cunt clasping him as he pounded inside her.
A niggling of guilt worked through Gwydion as he watched her strain toward him. While he’d had no doubt they’d end up here eventually—maybe not up against a door, but certainly nearly naked and about to fuck—he also knew the spell had hurried the process along. Of course, he could have just as easily seduced her in the forest the first night they’d met. It wouldn’t have taken much to convince her, but he’d wanted her to come to him on her own. He’d take what he could get though, and right now, he wasn’t about to push her away. The scent of her arousal pulled him from his recriminations back to her needy body.
He pressed open-mouthed kisses on the soft curve of her stomach, inching closer to the satiny line of her undergarment. Hooking his fingers beneath it, he dragged the sodden fabric down her legs, exposing the puffy lips of her sex. His cock jerked. He wanted to be inside her more than he wanted his next breath, but he had to taste her first. Using his thumbs, he spread her wide before dragging the flat of his tongue along her cleft.
Rowan’s hips jerked against his mouth as she choked back a strangled scream. Sharp and sweet, her flavor filled his mouth as she rocked against him. Splaying a hand across her belly, he pressed her flat to the door as he inched closer to her straining clit.
Her body shook with the effort of staying still as he circled the sensitive bit of flesh with the tip of his tongue. Glancing up at her, he continued to torment her by tracing a path around the tiny nub but never touching it.
“Please, Gwydion,” she chanted. “Please, please, please, please…”
Still watching her face, he finally took pity on her and drew the tight bundle of nerves between his lips, sucking hard as he flicked his tongue back and forth over her needy flesh.
Release stiffened her body, and a muffled cry escaped her as she buried her face into the side of her arm while she continued clinging to the hook. Her keening voice pushed him over the edge. The energy of her release washed over him, and he knew he wouldn’t survive another moment outside her body. He stood, lifting her with him. The head of his cock kissed her opening, spreading pre-cum against her molten flesh. She unclenched her hands and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Don’t. Tease,” she demanded, staring into his eyes as he purposely held himself outside the warmth of her body.
Holding her gaze, he thrust sharply, burying himself deep in her tight, slick heat. His abrupt movement pushed a scream from her throat, and her head dropped back smacking the door and rattling it in its frame. Slipping his palm beneath the back of her skull, he stayed otherwise motionless, trying not to come immediately at the sensation of her cunt rippling around his cock, squeezing him as she adjusted to the invasion. Closing his eyes, he rested his forehead against hers. Nothing had ever felt as good as being inside Rowan. Nothing.
Rowan gripped his shoulders and rocked against him, her breath escaping in shallow gasps against his neck and her tight nipples grazing his chest. She cried out again as he withdrew before powering back, pushing even deeper than before.
He held her against the door, cradling her head as he pounded into her willing body. Her whispered demands mixed with wordless cries and grasping hands as she clutched at him, trying to get closer. Slipping his arms around her waist, he carried her across the room and laid her on the bed, never pulling free from her body. The angle of contact changed, and she lifted her hips to meet his increasingly frantic thrusts.
Her teeth sank into her kiss-swollen lower lip as she strained against him. The energy they’d raised earlier slid effortlessly from her body to his, enveloping them both. What had been a frantic coupling earlier became frenzied and uncontrolled. The metal bed slammed against the wall in counterpoint to her keening cries.
She stiffened suddenly, clawing at his shoulders as her release shuddered through her. Her pussy gripped his cock so tightly, it was difficult to thrust through the contractions. But he continued fucking her, shafting her harder, wanting to bring her more pleasure before he lost himself inside her.
White-hot sensation pooled at the base of his skull before streaking down his spine to the small of his back. His balls pulled up tight and fiery tingles of need gripped him as his release exploded from his body, filling her completely.
Satisfaction spread through him as he stared down at the woman in his arms. He couldn’t remember feeling this level of contentment with any other woman he’d been with—human, goddess or fey. There was something about Rowan that touched him in ways no other person ever had.
This might be the first time he actually had regrets about leaving someone behind when his time here was over. Of course, he still needed to fulfill the purpose of his summoning, but he was sure a solution would come to him soon enough. He gathered her closer, unwilling to let this moment end sooner than necessary.
Rowan’s breathing had finally evened out, and her eyes drooped closed, but she couldn’t bring herself to move away from Gwydion. That might have been a magically enhanced encounter, but sex had never been so good. Her entire body hummed with the aftermath of the best lay of her life. Since he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move, she snuggled closer. She was under no illusions that this was anything more than a onetime thing, but she planned to milk every last bit of pleasure from the experience—including the post-coital cuddle.
She supposed she should be grateful to that little suicidal fox. She smiled against Gwydion’s shoulder. He must have felt it because he raised his head and looked at her questioningly.
As he opened his mouth, the heavy sound of a fist hitting her screen door pulled her from underneath him. Hurrying, she righted her bra and scooped up her shirt from the floor, shoving her arms into the wrinkled mess while she scanned the room looking for her underwear.
Locating them, she quickly yanked them on and shimmied into her jeans. She caught a quick glance at her reflection as she left the room. She looked as if she’d been fucked and fucked hard. Hopefully, it wasn’t anyone she knew at the door.
Tugging up the zipper on her jeans, she opened her bedroom door and tried to smooth down her tangled mass of hair as she made her way through the kitchen to the backdoor. She heard Gwydion moving around in her room, getting dressed, she supposed. She stopped dead as she caught sight of a guy waiting on her doorstep. Her brother—wearing his Spencer Construction hat. This was clearly a business-related visit.
She opened the door and let him in as Gwydion entered the room behind her. Her brother’s eyes narrowed on the guy who’d clearly just banged his little sister. Pretending obliviousness, Rowan forced a smile and turned to her brother.
“Reece, this is Gwydion. He’s a friend…from school,” she lied. “Gwydion, this is my brother, Reece.”
Reece scowled. “And I suppose you two were studying?”
Rowan’s eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open.
Gwydion leveled a glare at the other man. “What your sister and I were doing is none of your concern.”
Before this turned into a full-fledged pissing match, Rowan faced her brother. “What’s up?” she asked brightly.
He glanced at Gwydion before looking at her again. “I came to make sure you weren’t going to do anything that would affect the inspection.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“C’mon, Ro. You know what I mean. I know you think you’re trying to save the earth and all that bullshit, but you’re not going to win this one.”
The familiar frustration of dealing with her family began to build. “You don’t know that. They might find an oil deposit back there. Or something…”
Reece rolled his eyes. “And you’d be happy with an oil well back there?”
“Better than acres of McMansions.”
“Whatever,” he snarled as he stormed out of the house.
Gwydion pulled her into his arms, and for a moment, she let the comfort seep into her bones.
“I’m not sure what else I can do,” she said, her voice muffled by his chest. “The spell was a last ditch effort, and we know how well that turned out.”
He tucked his hand under her chin and tilted her head back. “I rather like the way it turned out.”
Desire flared brightly to life again as his lips claimed hers in a dizzying kiss. What started out as a gentle exploration quickly turned fierce. His hand fisted in her hair, and his cock hardened against her abdomen. The shuddery, melty feeling that had vanished at the sound of knocking on her door was back and stronger than ever. And just as quickly, reality came crashing down. A sudden chill settled over her, and she pushed from his arms.
None of this was real. He’d been just as affected by the healing spell as she’d been. He didn’t want her. Not really. Not like she wanted him. And she’d wanted him long before that fox had darted in front of her car.
Gwydion looked at her, confusion marring his brow. “What is it, Rowan?”
“This.” She gestured loosely between them. “This isn’t real. You’re only here because I’m an idiot and somehow summoned you. And the only reason you slept with me is because of some sort of magical side effect.”
His confusion turned into a frown, and he stalked toward her. “I beg to differ.”
She swallowed thickly as he leaned over her. His chest brushed her breasts as he took a breath, sending shivers down her spine and trapping her at the counter, his hands on either side of her hips.
“If you’re under the misguided notion,” he murmured against her ear, “that the spell is the only reason I want you, you’re not nearly as clever as I’d imagined.”
She gasped as he stepped closer, his hard cock brushing against her stomach. It was all too easy to remember how it had felt to have him inside her and how amazing it would feel to have him there again. She closed her eyes, a flush spreading up her neck and over her cheeks. She still couldn’t believe he’d picked her up and nailed her against the door. She mentally rolled her eyes—maybe he had god-like strength to go along with the rest of his powers.
“What are you thinking?” he demanded.
“Nothing,” she murmured. Nothing she wanted to share, anyway.
He grasped her chin and lifted her gaze to his. “Don’t lie to me.”
“Look, I get it. The spell made us behave in ways that we might not have otherwise…”
“I’ve wanted you since you summoned me,” he insisted.
Her eyebrows rose. “Right. And I’m pretty sure we established that you have sex with whoever pulls you out of wherever you are when you’re not here.”
He shrugged. “It’s been known to happen. But that has no bearing on how I feel about you.”
Forcing a smile, she shook her head, unwilling to let him see the inexplicable sadness lurking inside her. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know you better than you think.”
“And,” she continued as if he’d never spoken. “This whole sex thing isn’t going to happen again.”
Chapter Six
The backdoor creaked open then slammed. Meaghan was home. Rowan took the opportunity to duck beneath Gwydion’s arm and move away from him. Close proximity wasn’t helping her think clearly. Not when all she could recall was the taste of his lips. She shook her head determined to think of something else. Anything else.
Meaghan set several bags of groceries on the table, and Rowan immediately busied herself unpacking them.
“Was I hallucinating, or did I see Reece the Wonder Douche pulling out of our driveway?”
Rowan snorted. “Nope. No hallucination. That was him.”
“What the hell did he want?” her friend demanded.
“What else? For me to withdraw the inspection request on the property.”
Meg rolled her eyes. “He’s such an ass.” She looked at both Rowan and Gwydion. “I hate to ask, but have you guys come up with a way to stop the build?”
Gwydion’s features hardened, and he slowly shook his head.
“Not yet,” Rowan admitted. “I keep hoping…but so far, there doesn’t seem to be anything we can do.”
“I refuse to believe that. There’s got to be something,” Meaghan said, putting a gallon of milk in the fridge. Rowan didn’t miss that it was organic. Maybe Gwydion would find it more palatable. If he stuck around long enough to drink any. With no solutions in sight, she couldn’t imagine he’d continue wasting his time.
Her throat thickened at the thought of him leaving for good, but she shook it off. Of course, he was leaving. There was no reason for him to stick around a planet that was being systematically destroyed.
“You’ve got magic, right?” Meg asked. “Why not just put some sort of mystical force field around it? Or better yet, convince Reece and the rest of the builders that it’s not the build site they’re looking for?”
Rowan’s lips quirked as she waited for Gwydion to answer.
Crossing his arms, he leaned back against the counter. “It’s not quite that simple. That level of shielding would require that I remain here indefinitely to keep it active. As for the other, I’m bound by certain rules that prevent me from bending humans to my will.”
Rowan snorted.
Meaghan looked between the two of them. “I’m guessing I missed something good?”
Rowan’s shook her head, and Gwydion smiled tightly. Ignoring both the question and the cause of her discomfort, Rowan sidled toward the doorway. “I could really use a shower. Do you mind making supper tonight?” she asked Meaghan without waiting for an answer.
Once inside the bathroom, she let the hot water pour over her head. She felt cleaner even though it did nothing to wash away the arousal that still coursed beneath her skin. Count on her to fall for someone who wasn’t actually attracted to her. She sighed. She could sure pick ‘em.
Tilting back her head, she rinsed the conditioner from her hair. She wished it was as easy to wash away her desire for the man in her kitchen. It would make everything so much easier. And how much worse was it now that she didn’t have to wonder what it would be like with him. She knew what it was like. It was nothing short of freaking spectacular. Granted, the spell had affected them, but she doubted it had anything to do with the way their bodies had fit together or the slick feel of his skin against hers. No, she knew. And that knowledge would slowly drive her insane. Maybe it would be better if he just went back to wherever he’d come from. That undeniable pain was back, but as far as she was concerned, pain was better than torment, any day.
Stepping from the shower, she quickly dried off and slipped on a cotton skirt and a lace-trimmed camisole. The spring night was unseasonably warm, and she planned to take advantage of it. She knew she should be helping with supper, but she found herself heading in the opposite direction toward the front door. She needed to get out of there for a little while and clear her head. Meg would un
derstand when Rowan eventually spilled everything. Besides, she wasn’t hungry anyway.
Slipping out the front door, she stepped over a newly blooming patch of lilies of the valley and followed the path alongside the house that led through the backyard and into the orchard.
The sun was sinking low on the horizon and streaks of lavender and pink brightened the western sky. The fading light backlit the gnarled branches of the apple trees against the vivid backdrop of the evening sky. A short distance away, the large rock crevices that used to house legions of bats stood empty and ominous in the falling darkness. When she was younger, she used to sit out here and watch as the bats emerged in droves from their daytime hiding place. But that hadn’t happened in years. Like so many other plants and animals native to this area, they’d been added to the endangered species list. The construction crew would probably remove the rocks along with everything else.
She glanced around the orchard. It was hard to believe that in a few days’ time, this would all be gone. There would be nothing back here by scarred earth and cement foundations. The peaceful grove she loved would be gone, erased by the greedy hands of man. It might not seem like as much of a waste if the houses would actually be occupied. But this was Michigan, and they were in the middle of a recession. The contractors would be lucky if they could sell a tenth of the houses they built. The rest would sit vacant, waiting for families that would never fill them.
Rowan sank to the ground and leaned against the biggest tree in the orchard. Unsurprisingly, she’d wandered to the same spot where she’d performed the spell. It was much greener here. While the rest of the yard looked as though it were spring, this section of orchard looked like early summer. Maybe Gwydion’s appearance had jumpstarted the plant and animal life here. It looked nothing like this last night. Was it only last night? That didn’t seem possible at all. It felt as if she’d known Gwydion a hell of a lot longer than twenty-four hours. But apparently not.
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