Page 23 of Pack Witch
“No,” he said, truthfully. “No more than usual.”
“Good. Let me see if I can make it feel even better.” I slid down over him, reaching for the earth’s energy as his cock eased halfway into my body.
“You’re so wet.”
“Ah, the magic… the earth did that.” I ducked my head, glad my hair fell over my face.
“Tell it thank you,” he groaned as I raised up, then lowered myself all the way, stopping to let myself feel our connection. The fullness was still so foreign, the sensations intense and bordering on uncomfortable, but my body adjusted quickly. I was a little sore from the night before, but the new energy in me wiped the slight pain away and replaced it with a growing bliss.
I relaxed and raked my fingers over his tightly muscled form, the tattoos every bit as beautiful as ever. Though now, knowing that they kept him from feeling me the way I felt him, that they hurt him, I needed them to be gone.
There was no way I could have it all. But I could snatch this one sliver of paradise before the dream I’d stepped into ended.
My heart aching, I rode him, my movements as smooth as I could make them. In no time at all, his hand ventured between my thighs, and he drew perfect circles with two fingers around my clit. The pleasure built and built, like storm clouds on a distant horizon, slowly drawing nearer as power filled me. As he filled me.
It felt like a dream, a slow, hazy fantasy. My lover, in my garden, lying patiently as I tended him. Me sending energy to his body, and him staring up at me with eyes full of desire and longing. I felt powerful and loved.
If it was a dream, I’d be happy never to wake.
But the glorious end came. In no time at all, the world exploded into what felt like showers of embers, landing with a painful heat all over my body and zipping to the places where my skin met his. We weren’t making love now, but were still connected.
“That was perfect,” he whispered.
“It still is,” I tried to say, but I was too filled with the energy of the earth to speak.
It had to go somewhere. Had to be used somehow.
The earth sent one more pulse of power through me, and I began to overflow. The first few trickles of power rushed into the air around us, creating a golden haze around our bodies. I held up one hand, mesmerized by the trails of near-invisible golden fire that rose from my fingertips into the sky.
Wasting it. Throwing it away. I felt the earth shudder under my legs, and wondered if it was angry. It shuddered again.
Shocked, I slapped one hand over Julian’s left pectoral, over his heart. There was resistance—from the tattoos, I thought. But just like I had with the cherry tree, I sent the warm power into that spot, pressing it as if I were sending it through stubborn, thick bark. While I pushed, I asked the one who had saved me to save him, too.
I wasn’t sure if it was working. Nothing changed, besides the feeling of my hand growing warmer.
“What are you…” Julian pushed himself up on his elbows, gazing in shock at his chest. Pulling my hand away, I stared down, too.
The tattoos on that place had changed, turning a rich shade of earth brown rather than the black of the original ink. The raised places of the spell that had lived inside the markings were gone, too, and the skin felt smooth and unblemished as I ran my fingers over it.
It had worked. That part of him was healed completely.
He gaped for a long moment before he could speak. “You said you weren’t powerful. That magic… it’s new. Significant. It’s stronger than—” I put a finger to his lips, then ran it over his beard, memorizing the shape of his jawline. He closed his eyes and accepted the touch, his face relaxing, like a cat being stroked. I half expected him to purr.
Before long, the earth sent another wave of warm power into me, through my knees, calves, and toes—every place where my skin was touching the ground. “More,” I whispered, feeling him growing hard inside me again.
I leaned down to kiss him deeply and began the process once more, this time moving my hips and sending the energy into him as we made love slowly. It was every bit as powerful and as draining the second time.
When I’d finished, he rolled over on top and whispered, “Once more. But don’t use your magic. Just let me love you.”
I tried, I really did. I hadn’t planned to heal another tattoo, hadn’t even tried to channel that delicious energy the earth kept sending into me toward him. But his hands on my skin, and his tongue and teeth on whatever parts of me he could reach, combined with the soft groans and curses he uttered as he fucked me had me losing focus.
“This,this,” he repeated as he fucked into me, fighting his own climax as he concentrated on bringing me to another peak. “This is how I’ll love you, without stopping. Every day. This is how you’ll know—” His cock swelled inside me at the same moment that he leaned down, his teeth scraping my neck slightly.
Almost instantly, I came, my hand moving to cover my mouth and silence the scream of ecstasy that was already erupting.
“Little star,” he murmured.
“Alpha,” I purred before my whole body became too heavy to move. I could hardly lift my eyelids; there was no way I could stand and return to the cabin.
