Page 30 of Witches and Wine
His calling me Chels grounded me for a moment, his way of a reminder that despite what I saw in front of me, he was still the same Dion. His hands curled around my thighs, and he tugged me downward until my ass rested on the seat’s edge.
“My maenads are going to cherish you,mágissaand I—” Dion sank to his knees, using the back of one claw to lightly graze my soaked folds. “—intend toworshipyou.”
Excited breaths escaped me, and my mouth fell open. Tambie lowered her lips to mine and kissed me, soothing my nerves, her hand finding one of my breasts, kneading it, and pinching a nipple between two claws. She pulled away, her other hand moving to the back of my head and lifting it, giving me a better view of Dion’s face sinking between my legs.
“You better hold on,” Dion said, his tone deep, gravelly, and feral.
Another maenad guided my hand to one of Dion’s horns. She grinned at me once my fingers wrapped around it. Dion let his tongue slip from his mouth, its length longer than that of a human’s, and his eyes flashed before he lapped me from myopening to my clit, up and down several times, groaning against my folds as he did it.
My back arched from the moss. “Gods. Oh,gods,” I cried out.
Four maenads surrounded me, their hands exploring my breasts, my hair, and stomach. Their tongues found my mouth and nipples, licking, sucking, and nipping. Tambie paid especially close attention to me, her kisses the most profound, deeper, and more sensual. I’d never kissed a woman—her lips far softer, tender, and ravenous than I could’ve imagined.
Dion moved to my clit, the tip of his tongue flicking and circling until his mouth covered it, and hesucked. My hips bucked, and I grabbed hold of both horns now, my grip tightening so harshly it turned my knuckles white. When I could feel his satisfied smile against my folds as he continued to tantalize me with his wicked tongue, I used his horns to pull him tighter against me.
Dion pushed my thighs open and wider before propping my ass up. When his tongue disappeared from my seam, I almost whimpered in its absence. He kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other, his canines dragging over the sensitive flesh, pushing against it just enough to make me cry out, but they didn’t puncture. Without warning, his tongue plunged inside me, reaching all the way to that sensitive spot inside, flicking against it.
I couldn’t help the writhing, pleasurable mess my limbs had become, and the maenads gently kept me put, still caressing and kissing my skin from my stomach to my forehead. Dion’s grip tightened around my thighs, refusing to let me scurry away as he continued to fuck me with his beast’s tongue. The euphoria built, twisted, and erupted, allowing me my release. My magic poured from my hands, scattering around the maenads, giving them thankful shimmers of ecstasy.
When Dion pulled away, his beard glistening from my arousal, I sat up, panting, my skin flushed pink. Desire awakened for something else entirely, surging in waves from my pores.
Dion dragged a finger over his lips, gathering some of my juices on his finger before slipping it into his mouth. “Leave us,” he growled.
The maenads, still coming down from the pleasure my magic had brought them, frowned and whined. Their naked forms stood and took tentative steps away from us, obeying the wine god.
“Don’t worry, my precious maenads.” Dion locked his carnal gaze with mine, enticing me to gulp. He crawled over top of me, his now massive hands grasping my hips. “You canwatch.”
And with a claiming stare that belonged solely to his beast, he flipped me to my knees and propped my ass in theair.
No beingin existence had ever thrown my mind off its fucking axis the way Chelsea Stewart has done. Her desire, her willful participation, and the smoldering stare she gave my beast as it appeared inch by inch. Most females only ever requested the horns once they’d seen me in full form, fearing the rest of me or finding it disdainful. Not Chelsea. If anything, her lust deepened, and pure hellfire flashed in her wanting gaze. Not once did she shy away from the maenads’ attention either, which only made my heart race faster.
As much as I wanted to keep my face buried in that sweet nectar collecting in her pussy, the pulsing need to be inside her was bordering on pain. The beast would have none of it. It used to be an unruly creature in my youth, wreaking havoc and chaos in its path. I hadn’t always possessed the ability either—a side effect from a powerful jealous goddess wishing to see me dead andalmostsucceeding. A wolf shifter friend helped me control it, and I have used it many times through the centuriesas a means of intimidation, very rarely unleashing it for sweaty rolls in the sheets. But for Chelsea? My sexy, confident, powerful Chelsea, I’d transform into it whenever she damn well pleased.
Her ass was poised in the air, and Chelsea bent lower until her elbows rested on the moss of my forest throne. She peered at me over her shoulder, those emerald eyes going hooded, crimson flushing her cheeks from my tongue making her come.
Chelsea grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them away from each other, revealing more of that pretty pink pussy she offered me. “What are you waiting for, Dion? Or are you going to make me beg for it?”
It was tempting, but not this time. The beast was all too consuming, lashing at my skull, and the blood rushing to my dick made it twitch several times, the tip already beading with pre-cum. With a snarl, I grabbed her hips and drove into her, knowing from the glistening wetness coating her slit and trickling down the insides of her thighs she was already more than ready for me. A sultry gasp followed by a moan fluttered from her porcelain throat, and she dug her nails into the stone.
Keeping hold of her waist with one hand, I moved the other to her shoulder, using it to drive her back onto me harder and faster. The growls pushing from my gut were the sounds that only my beast could make, and knowing what Chelsea could mean to us,forus, fueled the raging fire, igniting it into an inferno. This witch, this woman, could very well be my mate, and even if she wasn’t, I wanted to make her mine.
Chelsea threw her head back, slamming her ass against my stomach and pushing more of me inside her. “Fucking hell, Dion,” she groaned, a thin sheen of sweat forming down her spine.
Her ivory magic floated from her skin, giving her a shimmering silhouette. It coiled her stomach and legs until it wrapped around my hips, encouraging me to take her, toconquer her. Leaning forward and still thrusting, I reached between Chelsea’s legs, using a knuckle to rub her clit. I trailed my tongue over the sweat collecting on her skin until I reached her shoulder, licking, kissing, and grazing my canines over her there.
It would be so quick. One bite. One blissful moment to sink my teeth into her, to mark her as mine. But I couldn’t. Despite the beast’s disapproving tugs at my mind, I wouldnotdo it before we could talk about what it would mean. Not only had Chelsea just been introduced to a magical world outside of Greek gods, but she was now a part of it. It was all new territory for her and something the beast wouldhaveto fucking understand.
The maenads sat on the woodland grassy ground, draped over one another, watching us with lustful intrigue. Some traced their fingers in that valley between their breasts, while others fingered themselves, getting off at the sight of us. There was a time when there hadn’t been a night that would pass where I wouldn’t fuck every one of them through until the sun rose, but those days became fleeting in the last decade. I’d changed. I’d transgressed. And the day I met Chelsea? My vision became tunneled only for her.
“I’m going to—” Chelsea cried, reaching for my hand.
Interlacing our fingers, I held onto her, pumping faster, harder, and making the satisfied sound of bodies slapping together. “Come for me, Red,” I groaned into her ear.
My words sent her into a spiral, and she clenched around my cock, her body pulsing and shivering through her orgasm until she became boneless in front of me. But we weren’t finished. Grabbing onto the dip between her hips and ribs, I held her tight, thrusting into her, tilting my head at the sky, feeling the pressure reaching its tipping point at the base of my spine. Just before it happened, I slid the rest of the way inside her, the bulbous part filling her, and I froze as I spilled inside of her.
Chelsea let out a gratifying, sensual cry when I’d pushed it inside her, her legs quivering as another orgasm waved over her from it. I pulled out, lifting her into my arms when she wobbled on her feet, carrying her to a leafy cot canopied with overhanging branches, and rested her there. Pressing my hips to her ass, I curled her against me and stroked her hair with my claws.
“Don’t change back. At least for tonight,” Chelsea whispered, her words sleepy and fading. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she let out a contented sigh.
