Page 15 of Shift of Destiny
Moira looked down at the man kneeling between her legs. She should have been embarrassed. She was buck naked, hanging onto a heavy antique bedpost like a lifeline, and he was still in his jeans, his face and soft beard wet with her juices. But after the best damn orgasm she’d ever had, she couldn’t be bothered with modesty.
She sank to her knees in front of him and rested her hands on his broad shoulders. “Hi, there.”
He smiled. A reflection of moonlight turned his hazel eyes to golden amber, and she couldn’t be bothered to care about that, either. She allowed her hands to drift downward to his slightly puffy nipples and brushed them, then licked both her thumbs and did it again, drawing a shudder from him. “I’d very much like to return the favor.”
“You don’t have to–” His eyes widened and his hips thrust forward when her hand landed on the iron bar in his pants.
She leaned forward to nuzzle his neck and gently nip at his earlobe, while languidly stroking him through his pants. “I want to.” She undid the top button of his jeans and eased the zipper down. The damp fly of his boxers clung to the tip of his penis. “I need to.”
He palmed her face and kissed her, still tasting of her and him commingled. “Yes.”
He stood and removed his boots and socks, then dropped his pants and boxers. The moonlight made the sheen of perspiration and sparse red drift of hair across his chest and down his sculpted abdomen sparkle like white gold. His shaft stood so proud and erect she almost saluted it, but her mouth ached to taste him. She glided her hands up his fantastic thighs and encircled him. She pumped once, twice, then drew in a deep breath and took him into her mouth all at once, as far as she could go, sliding her tongue to caress the sensitive underside.
He growled in pleasure and caressed the side of her head, then pushed her braid to her back. “That feels...” He threw his head back with a gasp and grabbed the bedpost above when she cupped his balls. He widened his stance to give her better access.
The constant twitches of his hips said he was already close, and she wanted him to feel as good as she had. She suctioned her mouth tight around him and started moving up and down with purpose, circling her fingers around the base to steady him.
He was growling continuously now. She sped up to as fast as she could go, and slid one wet finger back behind his balls to rub his perineum, because it seemed like the right thing to do.
He snarled as his whole body tensed when his orgasm overtook him. She swallowed what she could and let the rest overflow down her chin and paint her breasts. She heard a crack overhead, and realized he’d broken the thick bedpost with the strength of his grip.
She delicately licked the sensitive head until she felt his tension subside.
She wiped her chin and stood, slightly unsteady, unexpectedly giddy that he’d enjoyed it so much. She hadn’t had real sex with anyone in four years, and no one except the occasional book boyfriend to fantasize about. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into a snuggling embrace on his lap that felt so right that she forgot the sweat and fluids that coat them both. “Nowthatwas magic.”
He chuckled. “No, that was just you and me.” He kissed her temple. “Together.”
She flattened her palm on the curve of his pectoral muscle. “So tell me what you think magic is, if not that?”
He stilled beneath her, but his heart sped up a little. “It’s… complicated.”
“Tell me. I won’t laugh.” She pulled back to look at his shadowed, serious face. “I don’t promise to believe, but I won’t laugh.”
He shook his head.
She sighed. Mind-blowing sex brought the illusion of trust, but not the real thing. Her chest chilled, and she felt sticky. “Do you think Mr. Maxen would mind if I took a quick shower up here?” She slid off his warm thighs to stand on the wood floor. That soft lump next to the window looked like her T-shirt.
“Don’t leave.” He slid forward and spread his legs, then pulled her to face him in a loose embrace. He looked serious, and a bit worried. He started to speak, then let his breath out, as if he was having trouble finding the words. “The world is full of magic, and creatures that can use it. Elves, shifters, fairies, witches, demons, beings you’ve never heard of. They’re all real.” He tilted his head toward the window. “Some them live here in Kotoyeesinay. It’s a centuries-old sanctuary created by a glade of golden elves, to protect themselves and others from the mundane world, where fearful humans would kill them and worse.”
“Okay,” she said. “I haven’t seen anything like that, but I’ll take your word for it.”
He shook his head. “Youhaveseen it. You told me in the truck last night. The vampire customer in the store. Iolo Maxen, the beautiful dark elf. Sergei, the Siberian bear shifter.” He tilted his head toward the window again. “Powerful illusion charms and spells protect people in the town and make ordinary humans only see what they expect to see. You’re not an ordinary human, but you believe you are. I think the flashes in your peripheral vision come from your magic fighting the spells, and your mind explaining away what you really see.”
She couldn’t doubt his sincerity. “I haven’t felt any magic.” She twitched an eyebrow and the corners of her mouth. “Except when you made me come with your tongue.”
He smiled briefly. “You definitely have magic, and more than just your miraculous mouth on me.” He gave her a quick kiss.
“Are you saying I’m a witch?” She didn’t know if she liked that.
He shook his head. “Doesn’t feel like it. Witches are flashy. Your magic is subtle, almost undetectable, but I’m sensitive to it.”
“That means you’re not an ordinary human, either.”
“True,” he agreed. His jaw tensed, but he held her gaze.
She braced herself to ask the obvious question. She was afraid she was falling for the startlingly handsome, naked man in front of her, and wanted to have her wicked way with him as often as she could before one of them had to leave, but she was suddenly afraid to find out how deep his fantasy ran. It wouldn’t be right to take advantage of a man who needed professional help.
Three muffled chimes sounded.
