Harvest Moon (Beaux Rêve Coven 4)

“From first fuck, if you hear her tell it.”

His laughter grew louder. “Miren is far from ‘succumbed’. She seems to have her draugr and two mermen dancing to her tune.”

“And yet, she lets them syphon off her power.”

“It’s not syphoning if she’s gifting it. She wants them strong and safe. They serve her wishes in return.”

“You and that word,” she grumbled, her hands moving lazily up and down his shaft.

“That word is the source of our enslavement. Our curse, unless it is used by one who loves us.” He glanced back again. “Aoife seems quite happy to leave her safety in Sigurd’s hands.”

“She’s never been quite as independent as the rest of us. Guess it makes sense that she always knew she’d have to find a champion to fight the fae.”

“Sigurd might never have to fight, if she keeps bearing females.”

“Her father is hoping to find some way to protect all her children. He’s still really pissed about us burning down the old oak in the woods. Now, he has to travel to find another entrance into the fae world to seek the answers he needs.”

Khan glanced down at his cock. “I like how your hands look moving on me.”

Her hands withdrew, and she moved from behind his back, sliding into the hot pool then stepping in front of him. “Do you like how they look now?” she said, as she again wrapped her fingers around his cock. Then she bent and stuck out her tongue to tease the tiny slit atop his crown, her hair obscuring some of the view. When he reached out to tuck her hair behind her ears, she paused and sank in the water, coming up with her hair slicked back. This time, when she bent over him, nothing hid the sight of her lush mouth consuming him.

“I wish…” she whispered when she came off him, “that you won’t come until I tell you that you can.”

Even in sleep, his body stiffened, and he felt the change come over him, his attention riveted to her eyes and mouth, his every thought consumed by his desire to please her. “I won’t,” he rasped.

When she took him again, she let him slide along her tongue to the back of her throat before she bobbed backward, letting him slide out. Again and again, she moved on him, her tongue gliding along his shaft, her mouth suctioning, pulling at his cock and tightening his balls.

When he was sure he couldn’t take anymore, she moved off him again. “Scoot backward.”

Knowing what she wanted, he reached downward and slipped his hands beneath her arms to jerk her from the water. Then he moved back, bringing her body over his. When she lay sprawled over him, he released her to let her decide how she wanted to proceed. Fortunately, she was as desperate to join their bodies as he was. Bracing her hands on his chest, she rose and trapped his cock against her entrance then slowly sank, pumping on his long shaft in shallow downward thrusts until he filled her.

When their groins met, she closed her eyes and rocked. “This feels so good.”

“How long has it been since you’ve fucked?” he asked. “In reality.”

“More than six, maybe seven years,” she said, hissing air between her teeth.

“When we do this, outside our dreams, I’ll take care with you, Radha,” he promised.

Her eyes opened and locked with his. She bent over him and pressed a kiss against his mouth, all the while teasing him with clasps of her pussy. “When we do this outside our dreams, I won’t allow you to hold back.”

His lips twitched. “You said when, not if.”

Chapter 4

Radha grunted and pushed up to sit perpendicular to his body. “That was a slip of the tongue.”

“But telling. I am getting to you.”

With a bounce, she began to move, fucking him, using his cock to please herself while he gritted his teeth, because her wish was working like a cock ring. Pressure built in his balls, and his dick felt so engorged the skin stretched painfully around it. Soon, she’d have to come. Have to tell him he could let go.

But she slowed her movements then rose from his body, leaving him lying with his dick pointing toward the ceiling. With a grin, she turned and dove into the pool, skimming the bottom before coming up twenty feet away. “Catch me, Ali.”

He pushed up and slid on his butt to the edge of the pool, aware of every bob of his cock as he did. Once in the water, he chased her around the pool, always reaching for her foot, only to have her shake off his grip and dart away again like a seal.

At last, she halted, her hands gripping the ledge in the shallow end. She stood then bent, backing up her ass. An invitation he couldn’t deny. Grasping her hips, he pushed inside her and began to stroke with gusto, water splashing all around them, loud slaps adding to the sounds of their panting breaths.

The way it felt—hot water, hotter slick channel, the cushion of her soft ass—fuck, he wished he could stay like this, savor it a while longer, no matter if his balls exploded from the pressure.