Fantasy

In my linen closet, I fumbled for a bag of goodies I’d snagged at a friend’s bridal shower. A woman had come to the party and taught us all state of the art blowjob techniques. I’d bought just about everything, held onto it for two years and now I was about to give my purchases a test run. Finally.

So many delicious toys, which one to try out on him first? Well, I’d said Pig in Paradise, might as well do it. I took out the tube canister and shoved everything else back in the closet.

“What’s going on? What took you so long?” He was pouting like a sexy magazine model. “What’s that?”

I opened the canister and out tumbled the rope of pearls. I took one end in my left hand, the other in my right.

“Think you’re ready for it?” I snapped the strand tight.

He nodded, staring at the pearls, too excited to speak.

I got between his legs and started licking his cock head. I made eye contact with him as I took the whole head in my mouth and he moaned.

“Go deeper, baby…please.”

I ignored him, taking my time, making sure he was good and wet before I gave him that distinct pleasure. I licked to the base of his cock, then let my mouth follow, keeping it tight around his cock. When I took him down my throat, he started going crazy on the bed. I took the pearls and slipped them around his cock and balls and wound them around once, twice, three times, as my mouth came back up his pole.

“Oh…Manalo…that feels…incredible.”

I used the pearls to move up his cock as my mouth met it in the middle. I let the pearls go around the base, then back around his cock and balls, and then I gave his balls some attention. By the time I’d wrapped the pearls around the base and balls for the fourth time, then tightened my grip, my mouth was sucking like a whirling dervish and his ass shot in the air. He came so hard, he startled me.

“Oh God, Oh God!” Holding my head tight, he battered my throat until I thought he would never stop coming. I kept my grip on the pearls the way I’d been taught, knowing he would still be coming long after he’d stopped gushing. His cock throbbed crazily in my mouth and he fell back on the bed.

“Baby…I’m still coming.” He thrashed on the bed and I marveled at how long his orgasm lasted. I finally took pity on him when he flopped back, a tear escaping the corner of his eye.

I released the bonds on his cock and balls and tongued and kissed everything. He was still rigid when my tongue tip met his cock head.

“You belong to this cock, Manalo,” he whispered.

Johnny and I had split because he was a chronic cheat. Now I felt even more cheated knowing he’d been doing things like circle jerks while I was out making a living. Our entire relationship was a lie. I wanted to go home. I was so grateful to share my

life with such an honorable man like Kimo and I wanted to be alone with him and our babies.

He put down his glass and took me in his arms. The kiss he gave me dampened my armpits and the hair at my scalp. And it didn’t stop. I was aware of a few guys in the room watching us and I was aware of the hot man-on-man action on the TV screen. The sounds of two guys fucking distracted me for just a second. I lifted my face from Kimo’s to see the top guy taking his enormous cock out of the bottom and plunging it straight back in. Over and over again, he withdrew completely, the bottom shrieking for that dick in his ass and the top would stick it back in.

The bottom was having a whale of a time and I turned my attention to Kimo’s tight jeans. He was hard and I popped open his buttons. I’d begged him to wear briefs

and now I was frustrated to have them separating me from his cock. Kimo stroked my head and I moaned when I saw his massive tool sticking out of the side of those briefs. I licked it through the fabric, moved to the head, which was very hot, and swiped my

tongue along the slit. Kimo raised himself so I could slide his jeans down and I snatched the briefs down his thighs. His proud erection sprang out at me, pointing right at my mouth.

"Look at that," the guy next to Kimo gasped. "Is it…is it real?"

I looked up, dazed from my cock feast. "Yeah, isn’t he amazing?"

"That must be…what, eleven, twelve inches?" The guy was scrutinizing it. "Can I touch it?"

"No," I frowned. "It’s mine. It’s even got my name on it. Look!"

Our battle raged until we got to the house, two blocks away, right on the oceanfront on the half moon curve of Hanalei Bay. As always, the moment we were inside the door, I was all over him. I never knew how to respond to his emotional outbursts other than to make love to him. There was nothing we couldn't sort out in bed, he and I.

He resisted at first, he always took a moment to calm down from one of his flare-ups, but then his mouth met mine and we exchanged a long, heated kiss. I heard Ginger whining. She knew already that her daddies were settling in for a long, solid night of fucking and that a sunset walk probably wasn't in her immediate future.

I kept my mouth on Ntino, loving the feel of his slim, toned body. He pressed into me, but I knew he was still angry. Lord, I loved to fuck him when he was mad. It made things even more passionate between us, if that was even possible. I kicked the front door shut and took him down to the floor, trying to get between his legs. He twisted and turned underneath me, as if fighting me, even as his hands held my head to his. Our cocks connected. Mine was rock hard, his was not.

It surprised me. Usually the second we touched one another, Ntino had a raging hard on. I ground myself against him and his breath quickened. I pulled his shirt up and over his head, a couple of buttons popping off against the floor. I took hold of his left hand, licking and kissing the palm as his fingers flexed in pleasure. I stole a glance at his face as I sucked fingertips, one by one. There was a look of disbelief, as well as furious lust. I bent forward to lick his face and neck.

He moaned as I moved down to his torso. As my tongue traced his ribs, I held his hands up over his head and heard his deep, contented sigh. My knee kept rubbing, dry humping his crotch, and I felt him harden.

I reached up with another kiss for his mouth, one hand going to his swollen cock. I couldn't help myself. I needed to touch that sweet, thick, uncut piece of manhood. He had the juiciest one I'd ever seen, his balls heavy in my hands. I ran the cock head against my face and he was squirming for entry into my mouth, but I had to make him wait. I tightened my grip on his cock, running it down my throat and to my chest. The second the head touched my nipple, we both groaned. I took his pants all the way down past his feet. His fingers made quick work of my zippered fly, and as he inched my jeans past my ass, I knew in seconds I was going to be inside him, my man panting for a hard pounding, his legs wrapped around my waist.

No, I wanted this to last.

I grinned at the cute valet, whose name was Justino. He took my name and room number and two hours later we were driving back toward Kona in his car, a ramshackle beach cruiser that had a surprising amount of power for a vehicle that looked like it was held together with rubber bands.

“Boa noite,” he grinned at me.

“Is that good evening?”

He nodded. “In Portuguese.”

I was intrigued. I’d never been out with a Portuguese man before, but my internet wanderings had led me to a few who seemed notorious cruisers.

 “In the morning I have to be back at work and I can drive you,” he told me, and I was impressed with his assumption that he was going to get lucky with me. His hand went between my legs and he worked on the zipper of my jeans, his eyes never straying from the road. His fingers snaked into my boxer-briefs and he tsk-tsked over my iffy stiffy.

“How long has it been since you had a man?” he asked me.

“Too long,” I gasped as I became rock hard and his head went straight to my crotch…as he was driving! I helped steer the wheel to bring Justino’s car to the shoulder of the road, my hips and ass bucked and jumped under his tongue and determined strokes. He licked the head of my cock, ran his tongue along the sides of my shaft and held my balls in his hand as he started to suck in an expert way. When I started to come, he took his mouth off me, laughing as I shot all over the place.

“You make a lot of come. You need.” He stroked me to get the last of my juices, his large, expressive eyes lowered in concentration.

“For one hundred dollars you can come in my mouth, for five hundred, you can fuck me in the ass. I don’t usually like bumming, but for you…” He shrugged.

Bumming? I lost my interest in going anywhere with him, but we were both covered in my come. What a crazy experience! Are there any normal gay guys in Hawaii? My thoughts strayed to Byron and I wondered if his boyfriend appreciated what a nice guy he had there.

“You want me to pay you?” I asked Justino, who let go of my cock. He reached into the glove compartment and brought out a box of tissues. We wiped ourselves down and found ourselves laughing.

“Nah…I like you. You’re meigo…sweet. We can have fun. You pay me if it’s good. Yeah?”

“No. I’m going back to the hotel.”

“Nah…come on, we make fun time.” He gave me a hot kiss that left no doubt that we would have fun and he swung the car back on the road. 

“Baby, it’s Valentine’s Day.” Div’s eyes shone. “You think it’s too early for some morning head?”

“Nuh-uh.” I wriggled all over the tousled sheets, trying to get my cock in his mouth. When we wanted each other badly, those canine teeth refused to recede, but Div was so careful, licking and sucking and tonguing the length of my cock. I saw the cock-hunger in his eyes, wondering how on earth my horny, hung husband ever thought he was straight.

“I need your sweet hole, baby.” His tongue ran a precision line down my inner thigh and my legs widened as his lips reached their target.

“Oh, Div…”

He was lapping at my ass and I felt my whole body go slack except for my cock, ass and balls. Oh, he was a bad man, capable of keeping me hard and panting for hours. I could smell the remnants of our supper, strawberries and cream, fresh ahi tuna for our cat Moontime and I screamed out in hunger for my husband’s cock. “Give it to me! Please, Div, please!”

He raised his mouth from my ass and I grabbed his huge cock and pointed it, like the man didn’t know I needed it right in my ass, right where I always wanted it, where he needed to put it.

“You ready for daddy’s dick, baby?”

He should have known better than to tease me. I bit his neck, sending him spastic with desire, his cock leaping right into me as his blood met mine, our souls sighing in that dead of night and then Div eased me away from his neck as his heartbeat quickened.

Marek nodded at somebody behind me who started removing my clothes. I fought off the hands at first. I couldn't believe he wanted group sex right here on deck in broad daylight. He'd scared me with this sea piracy crap and now…somebody was maneuvering me into a doggy-style position. I was naked on my hands and knees and I felt a warm wet mouth surrounding my cock as Marek's big baby blues settled on me.

"Dragan, you are about to experience all your fantasies, baby. Right here on Shipwreck Bay. This is for all the marbles. If this doesn't make us even, I don't know what will. If you don't want to marry me…if you don't want to spend the rest of your life with me after this night is over, then I've taken a huge risk. I will have gambled and lost everything."

It was hard lying on my bed willing myself back to the rainbow. I lay on my back, focusing on breathing, keeping myself relaxed.

Track appeared. “You know I have a hard time staying away from you.”

My hand went straight to his cock. “Hard is exactly the way I enjoy you most.”

“You are so bad,” he said.

“Not as bad as I’m gonna be.” I kissed him, loving the way his mouth responded to mine. His cock strained toward my hand. We’d been so rudely interrupted before and I planned to make it all up to Track and the sweetest cock I’d ever tasted. I moved my mouth over his slender body. His muscles were defined beneath his taut skin, but his was not the kind of body made in a gym. His body seemed molded by work, hard spiritual work. The kind of body that had wandered in the wilderness until we found each other.

I wanted all his senses heightened. I kissed and licked my way over his contours, liking how unglued he became when I clamped my mouth over first one nipple, then the other. My hand strayed between his thighs. He was still shy about hand to ass contact. As much as he liked it when I touched him there, he always hesitated.

Now I forced his legs open and he gulped.

My fingertips brushed at his opening. His chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing. One more kiss on his wide, open mouth and then I moved between his legs. I licked his ass. He jolted at first, but he didn’t move away. On the contrary, he fucked my mouth with his increasingly wet ass. I couldn’t believe how good he tasted. Oh, I couldn’t keep my mouth off him and yet I needed to lick his balls and move on to the main course, his cock.

Track went berserk when I left his ass, his cock poking me in the eye in his haste to get it inside my mouth.

“Oh, yeah….oh, Paden.” He hardened with each mouth-stroke. The sound of sucking intensified. He began to wrestle away from me. As shy as he was about my hand or tongue near his ass, he was not shy about licking mine. He wanted to fuck. I knew he wanted me badly. He moved down and sucked my cock as I stayed on my knees. I held my cock down for him and he licked it, lapping up and down, finally taking his tongue upward until he reached my ass hole again. His hand gripped my cock, jerking on it between my thighs.

“Please…I need to come inside you,” he said.

He shook his head. His eyes twinkled when he stood. He bent down and kissed her soundly.

Jennifer yielded. She’d never grow tired of the way his lips curved over hers.

Breaking their kiss, Brett said, “Don't want them to think we're just sitting here on pins and needles waiting to hear from them.” He kissed the top of her head. “I thought Pam had a super idea. Why don't we go to bed and imagine what it will be like snuggling with them?”

“That's a wonderful plan,” Jennifer muttered, kissing his chin while dragging his hand to her crotch.

“Jesus, your jeans are wet.”

“That's right,” she chuckled. “My panties are soaked. Hurry, let's go play.”

“We haven't even met Insatiable69—yet just thinking about them makes us so hot we can hardly keep our hands off each other.”

“Welcome to swinging,” Jennifer chortled, leading Brett by the hand, hurrying toward their bedroom. “Isn't this fun?”

* * * *

Brett grinned at his wife propped up on the bed beside him. She was teasing her left breast with the tip of a rabbit vibrator while he grazed her tummy with a finger massager. Already Jennifer seemed drifting in and out of some sort of erotic haze, probably anticipating the coming waves. He'd never tire of watching her nurse her orgasms to full bloom.

“A little lower,” she whispered. “Not my clit. Just beside it. Right there. Oh my. I'm humming all over. Don't move.”

He watched her tug on a nipple and cradle the rabbit between her breasts. Her mews made his cock throb. With his free hand, he encircled his shaft and skimmed it lightly as Jennifer began to ascend that wall he'd witnessed her climb so many times before.

Her lips thinned. She nodded. She broke into a broad smile. “Yes.” Lurching forward, she grabbed her knees and held on. 

"Take me deeper, babe!"

On her hands and knees between her boyfriend’s legs, Joy Danser worked her jaw muscles until her mouth and throat surrounded his entire cock.

"Better," Ted Meeks groaned. He lay spread eagled beneath her on their bed. "Smooth and steady. Let’s see how long you can manage."

Joy wanted to snicker. Even after two years of living together, his need to make sex a challenge annoyed her. She’d outlast Ted. She always did. Relaxing her muscles, she bobbed slowly up and down his shaft. It would only take a sudden shift in pace or a deft twist of the hand around the base of his cock and he’d be spurting down her throat in a flash. Or if she squeezed his balls just right. Or, a surefire way of making him come would be slipping her middle finger in his ass. She could win this challenge whenever she chose to.

She suctioned slowly up his shaft until she only held its fleshy crown in her mouth. Ted’s hands curled around her shoulders as if he feared she might leave him. Chuckling around his cock she drifted back down its length until her lips again smacked against his loins.

Inching her way back up, she felt his hand slip between her legs and begin to palm her pussy. She blinked her eyes open wildly. All ten of Ted’s fingernails dug into her shoulders. What the hell? Who the hell? She started to rear up.

A large hand pressed against her back. "Easy, Danser. It’s just me, Santa. You wanted to believe," a deep male voice chortled. "So, here I am."

The words reverberated in her head. They hadn’t been spoken aloud. She was sure of that. Santa! Damn, her job had finally gotten to her. She was going crazy. She swore she felt soft whiskers caressing her lower back and then her rump. She supervised the eight temporary Santas at the mall as part of her assistant manager position. Yes, she’d been envious of how easily the boys and girls believed and marveled when the Santas went out of their way to listen to them and please them. She’d only hired the best. Each had to have an authentic beard. It could be dyed white, but it had to be real.

"My beard is authentic. You must feel that. Mustache, too."

"Oh my. You can read my thoughts." His lips and mustache traced the contour of her rump. She didn’t balk when he grazed the insides of her thighs. She shifted her knees further apart.

"That’s right. Open for me. You may want to remember Ted now and then, or even he may begin to wonder what’s happening to you."

Ted! Joy hurriedly moved up and down her boyfriend’s shaft before slowing her pace, trying to collect her wits while remaining keenly aware of the hands and lips on her butt.

"Good," came the voice in her head. "Wouldn’t want to explain to him what you’re really doing--playing with Santa." A tongue slid along the crevice of her butt cheeks. "Have you ever played with two cocks before?"

Sunny beamed a smile awaiting her answer. "I'd like to feel your heat, if I may. It's pouring out of you."

"You may." Sheila wasn't certain she'd actually spoken aloud, but she watched Sunny's dark palm curve over her vulva. Sunny didn't move her fingers. Reflexively, Sheila tilted her pelvis, expecting, waiting, wanting penetration, but Sunny seemed satisfied cradling her heat.

"She's hot!" Sunny exclaimed, then turned to David. "Hotter than me?"

David ignored Sheila's sharp intake of breath. "Yes."

Sheila knew her eyes must've turned the size of quarters as she stared at the three persons hovering over her. Slowly, it began to dawn on her that the familiarity she'd sensed between them had not been her imagination. They were lovers. The three of them. Or at least they had been.

"Don't rush her," Marlin said sharply to his wife. "She's not open enough. Not yet."

"Enough of this." He pulled her legs around his hips and walked out of the morning room, down a hall, up a flight of stairs and into the master bedroom.

Their route was marked by their clothing as it was torn off by one or the other on the way to the bed. She squealed as he tipped her onto the sheets, then shrieked again as he took one breast in his mouth with a suddenness that left her breathless. He could not fit the entire mound in his mouth, but that didn't mean that he wasn't trying.

The burning pulse of pain and pleasure caused her hips to arch against him in a silent plea. She was writhing in heat and waves of sensation as he switched his attentions from one breast to the other, teasing the nipples ferociously in turn.

Her hands clutched at his shoulders and she gasped and moaned as he moved two fingers between her thighs to tease at her slit.

Dampened with her juices, he twirled those fingers around her clit and she screamed as the flames of lust consumed her from head to toe, magic released as her body did.

Rikard did not let up, but kept his fingers running around her sensitive nub until she shrieked again, losing her breath as sparks shot from behind her eyes.

When she finally ceased to shake in reaction, Rikard spread her thighs and settled between them. She had not yet seen his cock, but it felt larger than was comfortable as he slowly moved into her.

It was a short series of rocking thrusts that took him into her to the hilt. She felt stuffed and squirmed for relief of the pressure. Apparently this was his cue to begin to pound into her with savage purpose.
 

Moonlit skin writhed on the silken sheets. The couple on the bed had been twisted together for hours, their magic swirling in the air around them in a wild cloud.

His lips caressed her throat while his hips worked in a steady beat. He groaned his release against her ivory flesh as his body shuddered in completion. Councilor Wyx fell to the side of his companion and closed his eyes as he struggled to regain his breath.

“So my granddaughter will be tested by the council?” Isowyn fixed her gaze on her companion and arched one brow. Sweat ran down her sides and coated her willowy limbs with a fine sheen that made her glow in the darkness. Her silvery hair was tucked behind one delicately pointed ear.

“Yes my dear Isowyn, at the next full moon your granddaughter will be brought before the council.” He opened his golden eyes and met her steady gaze. “You do realize, however, that I am not guaranteeing her passing the tests, only that they will be administered.”

“I understand that Wyx, but I need her to have this chance. She is all I have, and there is no guarantee that Erak will ever reproduce again.” She brought her lips down to meet his and in a few seconds of dueling her tongue with his he moved to cover her once again.

“A pleasure doing business with you, Isowyn.” His hips rocked forward and his turgid member slid home once again.

She arched her back, welcoming her fey lover. This was what her kind did best. Those of the faerie were very good at sex, after all, they had plenty of time to practice.

Her granddaughter needed to know the pleasures of her own kind.

He had been watching the motion of her breasts as she tugged on the bedding, and the pressure behind his zipper was threatening to burst it wide open.

“Your clothing had to be removed to ascertain the seriousness of your injuries. And because we are now hand fasted for one year. According to Realm tradition, you have until the waning of the full moon to come to me to consummate the union. After that, I will come to you.”

She had a suspicious look on her face, “How long until the waning of the moon?”

His eyes lighting with anticipation and the smile on her face confirmed her suspicions. “About four hours. Then you’re mine.”

“Like hell.” She scooted up in the bed, and kept the covers to her chin, “This isn’t your company, and you can’t just do something like that. It’s unethical.”

The shadow of anger flew across his features as her words struck him. “It may be unethical, but for mages it is quite natural. Either you come to me, or I will come to you. And you will welcome me.”

“I don’t think so.” She crossed her arms over her breasts and hugged herself.

Suddenly, he leaned toward her and caught her mouth with his own. Without warning, his tongue swept inside to take possession. She moaned as heat flared within her, and her eyes widened as she felt the stirring of magic within her. His magic was pouring into her through his mouth and her body was coming alive.

Her eyes opened to see the two werewolves hovering over her. "This has to be the weirdest dream I have ever had. But usually I am alone with the guy and there is no girl."

            Sirnel applied the compress that his sister had obtained, "We aren't part of a dream, and there are Magi on your trail. There has been an alert that an Archive is loose in the world and they are ready and willing to fight to possess you."

            "But how did they find me? For that matter, how did you find me?"

            "Your grandmother knew that knowledge of your existence was only a matter of time, and so she met with our Alpha to arrange for a bodyguard for you. Years ago. But, as long as you remain on your grandmother's property or our lands, you are free from their intervention. But not free from ours."

* * * * *

"From yours." Her mind was whirling "Your clan wants something from me? "

            "They want possession of the only living Archive."

            "Well, I am currently in your custody." Her tone ended with a hopeful note. She knew that there was more to it, but she could dream. "Will that do for now? "

            "They want it on a permanent basis, Melissande."

            "What does that mean?"She raised a hand to hold the compress to her head and she turned to his sister for clarification. "What did he mean, Rebecca?"

            "In two days, all interested unmated males of the clan will make a play for your affections by holding a games day. Each game designed to highlight the strength and abilities of the wolves involved. Only the five highest scoring participants will be presented to you for choosing."

            "Oh, great. Speed dating for complete idiots." She closed her eyes and shook her head; she couldn't believe that she had forgotten her grandmother's property was within a pack territory. Her grandma had been pressing her to start dating seriously, but she had just brushed it off as grandmotherly pestering. Apparently, Grandma had taken matters into her own hands.

            "Sirnel, maybe you should get some of the other alpha females here to help out. I don't think that the guys will be much use. "Rebecca shook her head at her brother and frowned.

            "Why do you say that?"

            "Well if you had been able to get your brain out of her pants for more than a few moments, I would say let you stay. But we can't contaminate the games by getting her too familiar with you. It would be cheating." She smiled slightly as Melissande coloured brightly, red flooding into her cheeks.

            A heavy sigh broke through him. " Yes, I guess you are right. I don't want her sent off with someone who won' t respect her just because I became too familiar."

            "He 's leaving?" Disappointed was a mild word. Crushed was the only one that fit.

            "Yes, Melissande, I have to leave. That way I have a chance to be presented to you at the games, if I am a winner." He sat next to her and leaned forward for a delicate kiss. She tasted his breath for an instant, spicy and wild, then his lips gently pressed into hers. Her lids fluttered closed and her entire focus was the soft strength of his mouth on her. It was as if her entire body was using that light touch as a spur to its arousal. Her pulse pounded in her veins, and then he was gone.

"Are they ready?"

Rolluck blushed to the top of his eyebrows, "Uh, yes. And very eager. It isn't every day that a man can be matched with his perfect woman. How do you do it anyway?"

She tented her fingers in front of her and smiled "We all have our talents, Daniel. Now send them out."

"You trust them to bring the women in? Once they have them, they might not decide to follow the plan."

"I trust that they will try." Her smile grew. "The women are their own masters. We will see what happens and tailor our plan to match."

"Fine. They will go today. I hope you know what you are doing." His last sentence was said in a mutter as he left to head to the men's barracks.

Artemis's smile slowly faded as she hoped that she was right. Her matchmaking was a raw skill, one that had been given to her at the council when it was decided that her Hunt would be the guardians of the new magic. She almost wished that she could compel love, but that was beyond her skills. The matches that she had made for the women were solid. Good elves who had the strength of character to keep the women safe and to bring them home. Back to Silverwood.

Not good. “What is the challenge going to entail? Can I help?” She didn’t doubt for a moment that Baenwik would kill her if he lost. He had that air of arrogance to him, nothing or no one could keep him from his goal.

“Only by helping me recover my strength, so no.”

Okay, that was slightly offensive. “Why can’t I? What would you need me to do?” His hands tugged on her hair until she met him eye to eye.

“Me.”

“What?” The hoarse whisper was more than a worry about being overheard, it was a reaction to the body she was leaning against and the look in those eyes. They were dim with fatigue, but still looked at her like he had seen every part of her naked a thousand times, and he wanted to do it a thousand more.

“Do me.”

A quirk of a smile distracted her from the hypnotism of his gaze. “I fail to see how that will help anything, or is this some kind of last wish thing?”

“You know that some people have a particular magic, right?”

She knew that better than most, “Yes.”

“My particular magic translates sex into energy. The Silverwood Society sent me out to protect you and I ended up getting bashed on the head and drained of my power.”

“Uh, how did he do that?” Images flashed in her mind, none of them good.

“The dagger he is waving around. It created a temporary link between us. It is a slow leak of energy, but he is using far more than I had to start with. He is draining me dry and he will be right behind.”

“But, if what you say is even remotely true, and it is a helluva pick up line by the way,” his smile amused her. “Won’t he just gain more power if you get stronger?”

“Not if I get enough power to heal completely.”

“So, this is a fuck-me-if-you-want-to-live situation?” Her mouth twitched, but her hands went to his shoulders, massaging gently. His time on the wall had left knots in his muscles.

“More or less. I prefer to think of it as making love though.” He lay back and let the soothing heat of her hands mix with the pounding of the water, appearing almost asleep, and harmless.

Yeah, right. He was as harmless as a sleeping tiger. “Where do I start?”

Mavix glided to a halt. The enormous structure that they were in front of had to be his home. There were balconies everywhere. The perfect place for a big cat to curl in the sun.

"This is my home."

"I guessed as much." As soon as Axom lifted her overnight bag from the trunk and closed it, the car turned back into a horse and scampered off.

"Where is Mavix going?"

"Probably to play with the other steeds. There are over thirty of them here." He opened the door without a key and she shook her head. This didn't need to be a gated community. Who would steal from one of the Wild Hunt and live to tell the tale?

Chuckling, she followed Axom as he gave her the tour of the house, including the odd hallways that led nowhere and the endless doors to the balconies. "So, I am guessing you like windows? Lying in the sun?"

"And wandering around the house naked. There is a reason that you can't see any of my neighbours' houses from here."

"Is strutting naked an elf thing? Or is it just you?"

"It's a shifter thing. The less clothing you have on, the faster the shift."

Her bag was now in one of the guestrooms. "Do you have time trials for something like that?" They were on their way to the living room. Carolyn claimed the sofa with her arms spread wide.

He laughed, a nice dark comfortable laugh. "We do when we are learning. Now it is simply a matter of pride."

"Feline pride or personal pride?"

He barked another laugh. "Both."

"So. What is on the agenda for today? Fishing? Are you going to bake cookies?"

He sat back in the recliner. "I thought that you would like to go for a run. Full out. In public."

This was better than getting flowers and chocolates. "Are you serious? Won't anyone notice?"

"Everyone will notice, but no one will judge you for it. In Silverwood, the extraordinary is the everyday."

"You should put that on the Welcome to Silverwood sign."

The instant that the two officers were out of her house, she heaved a sigh of relief. She locked and bolted all the doors and turned to view the interior of her home. A lot of people would not be comfortable living in a house that was a torture chamber with disorienting floors and paints along the walls. For Tara, it was home.

First on her evening's agenda was a shower to wash off the grit and dust that her body wore beneath the PJ's.

She was just towelling off and wandering into her bedroom when she got another surprise. Michael and Alexi were coming toward her through the walls.

As one, they asked, "Are you all right?"

The towel wrapped around her in record time, they had both seen enough of her for this evening. The appreciation in their eyes was flattering, but the sneak attack was unwelcome. "Yeah, how are you? I mean, I didn't fight a werewolf."

Alexi looked embarrassed. "We gave him enough magic to complete his transformation. He had run out of power and was too proud to admit to his problem."

Michael followed up, "Alexi and I work fairly well together. It will be hard for you to choose. We also share the same talent and I didn't think that that was possible." He seemed to have come to a sort of brotherhood with the Lios, and Tara hadn't heard that that was possible.

"Well, aren't we just the best of friends all of a sudden?"

"When you meet a warrior who is your equal, you have to admit it. We both admit that you are our equal, possibly our superior. It is a knowledge that we must have or our pursuit of you will be in vain." Michael was speaking again.

Alexi was nodding in agreement. "It was a fact that Ranal forgot. He should never have challenged Carolyn's mate, he should have wooed the woman, not fought the man."

"Sound thinking. What did you do with him?"

"After we witnessed his transformation, we helped him to his steed and instructed it to take him to a portal. Hopefully he will be home and safe soon."

"And not showing up on my door again. But did you guys actually work together to recharge him?"

"We did." They spoke in unison, the sun and the moon in appearance, and one in thought.

"Then did you need to reclaim your charge? I mean, you would have been depleted by the expenditure."

"We are fi…" A sharp elbow from Michael stopped Alexi's sentence.

"We are weak. Replacing our energies would be very thoughtful of you, Tara."

She laughed. She couldn't help it. Fiona had told her about this little peculiarity. With a deep sigh, she stepped forward and took Alexi by the shoulder. "Here you go." She laid a kiss on his lips that started slow and soon took on a heat that caught them both by surprise. Magic flared between them and she used her mind to touch his body in several places that had him jumping in surprise. Giggling, and not a little aroused herself, she turned to Michael. His silver eyes glowed in his pale face, the black silk of his hair falling to his shoulders and begging for her fingers.

She took two steps toward him and he met her in the middle. Their kiss blew immediately from hot to scalding. She shuddered against him as his hands settled at her waist and she simply surrendered to his kiss. Magic was flaring all around her, sparking in the dim light of her bedroom, and it was only when the cooler air of the room kissed her breasts that she came, too, and stepped back. She slapped her towel back into place and backed up. "You should go now."

They were both aroused and their eyes were glowing with power. "Why should we go?"

He shifted her weight and she heard the coverlet get folded back. It was with some amazement that she figured out that he had used his tail to manipulate the fabric.

Perhaps I should take the lead?

He didn’t give her a chance to reply before standing her on the bedding and unwinding the fabric that still covered her from waist to ankle. Well, it had been covering her. Now she was quite naked, but not cold. The lust in his eyes warmed her in a way that outer coverings could never do.

Beautiful. More lovely than I could have imagined in a thousand dreams.

Pleasure and pride filled her at his thoughts, her chin lifted, shoulders went back and her stomach tightened in anticipation of his touch. He didn’t keep her waiting long. He trailed his fingers over her forehead, across her cheeks and down her jaw line to her throat. Inch by inch he caressed her, her position on the bed gave the effect of her being on a pedestal.

No part of her body was left untouched except for the soft folds of her sex, he saved those for last. He flipped her onto her hands and knees for that exploration. Holly was blushing to her roots, but he couldn’t see it.

He didn’t explore her with his hands, but he tasted her with the tongue that had kept her own entertained in their spine-melting kiss. Wet heat flared inside her, prompting more moisture as he lapped and lapped at her sex with mind-numbing attention. Her elbows shook as she tried to keep her torso on level with her hips, but she had to give up and lean her head on the bed. This had the effect of spreading her knees more and Kevik took full advantage of her opening to him. His tongue was dancing across her clit, swirling and flicking, then moving into her channel to lap and suck with fervent action. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, knocking the breath out of her and sending her flat to the bed.

Soft kisses crept up her spine, across her shoulders and the back of her neck. When she could move again, she groaned loudly. The deep snicker near her ear was full of masculine smugness. It was well deserved.

Holly smiled into the sheets. She had never had a lover who had gone down on her before. It had been quite a revelation. Wow didn’t even begin to cover it.

Something prodded her backside, and she knew that it was the cock that had escaped her viewing in the ambient light of the room. His erection was leaving a wet trail along her hip and buttock. Out of reflex, she opened her thighs to accommodate him.

He took the invitation instantly, settling his chest against her back and his hips between her thighs, but scooping a hand under her to support her as he raised her to her knees again. His erection thrust against her opening once, twice, and then their combined lubrication let him inside her.

"Valentine? What the hell is going on?" Mythos's concerned voice was echoing through her door and she flung it open, facing her soon-to-be lover like a tiger attacking its prey. He was startled to say the least.

She advanced on him and he retreated while his eyes feasted on her body from head to toe over and over. "Me? I am tired of you talking to me like an invalid. I am a woman, I have needs and, based on the erection you get whenever you see me, you have them, too."

His mouth opened and closed as she backed him into his bedroom. She paced forward silently and pushed him back on the bed. First, she stripped him of his shirt, then his trousers, and when they got stuck, his shoes. She should have remembered the shoes. It had slowed her own disrobing rather dramatically.

"You know, it is very convenient that elves don't like underwear or that could have taken a lot longer." She crawled on top of his silent form, then rubbed her body against his like a cat. He groaned and she smiled. "We are going to make you a new memory of my body and you are not going to say a word until I am done. Then we will discuss it." She leaned forward and nibbled on his jaw. "Nod if you agree."

His nod came without hesitation, and when she rubbed his cock against her cleft, so did she. Her body was wet, ready and adrenaline was pulsing through her so she settled her opening on his erection and let her body weight push him into her body.

A few twinges of pain flickered through her and Mythos's hands gripped her hips as if to stop her. She grabbed his hands and pulled them away, pushing herself onto him completely. Whew. That had taken some of the edge off her lust, but seeing her lover's eyes closed and head thrown back gave her more than hormones, it gave her strength of purpose.

She braced her hands on his belly and lifted herself almost completely off him. On the down stroke, sweat began to bead her belly. So that was what all the fuss was about. She did it again and again. Mythos groaned heavily, his hips arching against hers. Valentine rode him until sweat was flying from her and their bodies slapped together in a steady beat. Her hands gripped her breasts to keep them from bouncing and that was when he made his move. He reached two fingers between them and rocked them against her clit…