Sensuous Summoning (7 page)

The energy emanating from Gwydion grew stronger. It rushed up her arms and into her torso, swirling in her chest before filling her completely. She felt the magic she possessed, though pale in comparison, join with his. It melded and grew stronger still. She cracked open her eyes, looking at him then down at herself. Both their bodies glowed with a white-hot light. Her nerve endings tingled sharply as the power expanded within her. She’d lost the thread of concentration she had, but hopefully, she’d been able to do enough to make a difference.

His voice grew louder, and without warning, all of the energy that had been amassing in her body dispersed in a breathless rush, racing from the epicenter of their hands into the earth. It rolled from them like a giant ripple that illuminated the ground around them and stretched out as far as she could see. As she watched, it faded slowly until the world around them was completely dark and bright spots danced in front of her eyes.

Gwydion sat before her, head bowed and breathing ragged. Pulling a hand from under his, she trailed her fingers through his hair. Her touch brought his head up. The intensity in his gaze held her motionless, as desire, even stronger than she’d experienced earlier, slammed into her.

Her breath caught on a gasp, and instinctively, she scrambled away from him, completely aware of what he was capable of this time and slightly fearful of her reaction to him. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him, but her heightened response and the feral look twisting his features frightened her a little. It was as if her mind and body fought each other despite the fact they both wanted the same thing. Gwydion—hot and needy inside her.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself. She was too late. Fire flashed in his eyes, and he waved his hand over the ground covering. Vines sprouted from the earth and crept toward her, increasing their pace to match hers. Cool, green tendrils snagged her ankles and rapidly spiraled up her calves. She plucked and pulled at them, but to no avail. They kept climbing higher, teasing the bare flesh behind her knees. Damn it, why had she thought a skirt was a good idea?

Forcing aside her panic, she stopped fighting, letting the vines snag her wrists. They tugged hard, yanking her flat on her back and pinning her arms to her sides. The night sky filled her vision until he loomed over her, the shadow of his body blocking out the moonlight. She couldn’t see his face, but she felt his arousal rolling off him in waves.

He knelt, sitting back on his feet with his hands on his thighs staring down at her. “Now, that’s how I like to see my sacrifices presented…tied down…legs spread…eager for my cock.”

She squirmed, fighting against her restraints, desperate to touch him. She could just imagine the picture she made—tied to the ground, her skirt crawling up her thighs, her breasts straining against the snug fabric of her top. She probably looked like some virgin offering. She wriggled again, completely aware of his eyes on her. She lifted her hips, desperate for his touch. He was right. She was eager for his cock. She wanted him pressing her down into the soft grass. The longer she struggled against his restraints, the wetter she got. Her folds were slick, and her underwear was damp.

Gwydion leaned forward between her spread legs, and her stomach trembled. Anticipation made her lightheaded as his hand hovered above her, coming to rest on her abdomen. She writhed beneath his touch, frantic for his fingers to move lower. Slipping his fingers beneath the hem of her shirt, he stroked the soft flesh of her belly, circling her bellybutton with the rough pad of his finger.

“Is there something you want?” he asked, a smile creeping into his voice.

She glared at him, continuing to squirm. “What do you think?” She didn’t know why, but she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of admitting how badly she wanted him—not after she’d thrown herself at him earlier.

“By all that’s holy,” he muttered mostly under his breath, “you’re so beautiful.”

She wanted to believe he meant it, but she knew better. She knew what she looked like. She might be cute, but she was too heavy to be considered beautiful.

He leaned over her—much as he had the night they’d first met. He nipped at her chin before following the path along her jaw line. She closed her eyes at the brush of his firm lips as he made his way to her ear. “I know you don’t believe me, but it’s true.”

Sitting back on his heels again, he stroked his erection through the straining fabric of his jeans. She couldn’t take her eyes from him. She wanted to see his hand wrapped around his cock, jerking rhythmically on his slick, swollen flesh.

“Show me,” she whispered.

Holding her gaze, he unzipped his jeans and freed his shaft. The ruddy, engorged tip shone damply in the light of the rising moon. Unable to help herself, her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. She wanted to taste him again.

She watched as he stroked himself, thrusting slowly into the palm of his hand while her body cried out to be touched. She whimpered, licking her lips again.

“You want this?”

She nodded. “God, yes.”

A slow smile curved his lips, and he prowled up the length of her body until he straddled her chest, the head of his cock skimming her lower lip. Swirling her tongue around the tip of his shaft, she lapped up his pre-cum.

The salty-sweet taste of him covered her tongue, and she lifted her head to take more of him. The angle was awkward, but she refused to be denied.

Gwydion’s breath hissed through his clenched teeth as she sucked harder on him, trying in vain to draw him deeper. He groaned, thrusting shallowly across her tongue, whispering in that same ancient language. She had no idea what he said, but the tightly strung sound of his voice flooded her pussy.

Abruptly, he pulled free from her mouth and inched backward, stopping when he was settled over her hips. He leaned forward and dropped tender kisses over her neck and shoulders while dragging down the straps of her camisole. He pulled the fabric until her breasts were bared. Sitting back, he stared at her. Her nipples tightened almost painfully under his gaze.

Exposed and completely at his mercy. She’d never imagined that she’d be in this position. Even more surprising was how hot it made her. The energy from the spell still bounded through her body, but this was different. This was real desire independent of magical enhancements. She’d be feeling this whether or not there’d been any spell work.

Reaching out, he rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, pinching and tugging at them, making her cry out. Her voice sounded unnaturally loud in the quiet of the night. She hoped the sound hadn’t carried to Meaghan or any of their more distant neighbors. The last thing she needed out here was an audience.

Gwydion lowered his head and caught a tight peak between his lips, sucking hard on the taut flesh. Pressing her breasts together, he moved back and forth, tormenting one bundle of nerve endings then the other, driving her into a frenzy. She lifted her hips, thrusting into him from beneath, begging him soundlessly for more. Her body shook with need as he continued to torment her.

Sliding backward, he moved between her spread legs. Reaching out, he trailed his fingers over the sensitive flesh of her calves. The heat of his hands conflicted with the cool caress of the vines. The contrast sent chills through her, and she shivered on the damp grass.

His grin flashed in the low light as he inched her skirt up her legs.

“It excites you,” he murmured, tracing patterns over the now exposed skin of her inner thighs.

“What?” she gasped, barely able to think.

“This.” He waved his hand through the air above her body and the vines tightened around her limbs. It wasn’t painful, but there was no mistaking his control. “You like being my captive. You like giving up your control to me.”

A whimper was the only intelligible response she could make. He wasn’t wrong. There was something about him that made her want to submit. She couldn’t imagine wanting this with any other man. She couldn’t imagine trusting another man with this level of vulnerability.

He cupped her sex, and she groaned.

“So wet for me.”

His voice was a harsh rasp that dampened her pussy further. He ground the heel of his hand against her clit, and she nearly blacked out from the sharp jolt of pleasure that speared through her. She squirmed against her restraints, arousal obscuring everything but her need for more.

Gwydion fisted his hand in the front of her panties and yanked. The sound of tearing fabric made her pussy clench emptily and goose bumps erupt over her skin. Cool night air kissed her overheated flesh right before his lips descended.

Using his thumbs, he spread her wide and feasted on her aching cunt, licking her from her opening to her throbbing clit. Nothing had ever felt as good as having his mouth on her. Except maybe his cock inside her.

As if responding to her thoughts, he slid a callused finger inside her grasping channel. Her muscles squeezed as he tried to withdraw, and he moaned, the vibration rippling through her. Adding a second finger, he plunged inside her again. She thrust up against his mouth, her back arching off the ground as far as possible.

She heard herself chanting his name, but she couldn’t seem to stop. She was so close. Her fingers scrabbled at the grass beneath her hands and she clung to it, needing to anchor herself somehow.

He pumped his fingers in and out of her willing body, swirling the tip of his tongue around her clit. She wanted nothing more than to grab his head and demand that he finish her off, but unless he released her wrists, that wouldn’t happen any time soon.

He slid his free hand under her ass, lifting her up and changing the angle of contact. He continued to surge in and out of her before finally catching her swollen clit between his lips and sucking hard.

She bit her lip to keep back the keening cry of release, but it escaped as soon as he raked his teeth across the sensitive nub. Release roared through her, and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. It was as if everything had seized up—everything except the bliss careening through her body.

Withdrawing his fingers, he shifted back to the kneeling position between her legs. His cock stood erect, the tip glistening. He pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the ground beside her. Shoving his jeans down, he kicked off those, too.

She caught her breath as he leaned over her, gripping his cock in one hand and bracing his other hand next to her. He slid the wide head along her slick cleft, teasing her clit before fitting himself against her entrance. Holding her with his gaze, he pushed inside her snug passage, groaning against her neck as he seated himself fully.

The way she was secured to the ground made him feel even bigger inside her than he had before, but she wasn’t complaining. God, no. It was heaven.

He thrust so hard and deep, he would have lifted her off the ground had it been possible. Instead, he just pounded into her, and she loved every minute of it. He quickly pushed her to the point of orgasm again. Her muscles rippled and tightened around him, making it more difficult for him to move, but he continued to power through, plunging between her delicate, grasping tissues.

Pleasure shot though her veins as she went rigid beneath him. It didn’t take long for him to follow. He stiffened as his cock jerked within her, filling her cunt with spurt after spurt of his hot release.

With a whispered word, he released her from the vines. They slithered away from her, and she wrapped her arms around his body, holding him closer. She wasn’t ready for their time together to be over.

Chapter Eight

Gwydion breathed deeply, tightening his grip around Rowan and burying his face in her neck. Overhead, he could hear the leathery flutter of wings and around them the delicate scent of various flowers mingled with that of their bodies. They’d done it. The land around was coming back to life.

He pressed a tender kiss to Rowan’s forehead. His body ached with fatigue, but he wasn’t ready to leave her yet. In fact, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be ready to part with her. But sooner or later, he wouldn’t have a choice. His strength was fading. If he remained here with the constant draw on his resources, they’d be depleted and he end up as nothing more than a human—though possibly a human with the ability to use magic. Possibly not. But as he stared down at Rowan, he wondered if that wouldn’t be such a bad way to live.

He pushed her camisole and skirt down over her hips and off her body. He wanted nothing between them this time. Only the welcome heat of her body and the gentle promise of her kisses. Capturing her lips, he kissed her deeply, needing her once more without the glamour of magic between them. Just a man and a woman coming together as nature intended. And if he had his way, they’d spend a lifetime exploring each other.

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Rowan woke to the feeling of grass tickling her nose and the scent of flowers. Squinting against the bright sunlight, she opened her eyes. She was in the orchard. Naked. What the hell? Memories of the night before came rushing back, slamming into her with the force of a freight train. Gwydion…the vines…the spell.

Pushing herself into an upright position, she looked wildly around the clearing. He was nowhere to be found. Quickly tugging on her clothes, she picked up her ruined underwear. Flowers had sprouted everywhere she looked. Delicate blue and white willow asters, rock cress and some sort of odd-looking, pink-speckled white orchid type bloom. She’d never seen so many flowers here—even at the height of summer.