Rampant

When he kissed his way up her belly and between her breasts, she lifted her head to meet his mouth with hers. The haze around them hummed with energy. She kissed him deeply, clinging to his head. The taste of her pussy on his mouth made her want to wrap her legs around him. She pulled away, her emotions soaring.

“I want you so badly,” she told him, then plucked his belt open. Taking his erect cock in her hand, she was reeling with the force of her desire for this man, high on the very nature of it.

“If you don’t take your hand off my cock right now, I won’t last long enough,” he warned, and shoved his hand in his pocket for a condom.

A quiet laugh escaped her mouth and she watched longingly as he sat back on his haunches and sheathed his erection in rubber. When he climbed back between her legs, settling over her, the passion between them intensified and closed in, and the atmosphere shifted all round them.

She lifted her legs alongside his hips, opening to him, her fingers locked over his shoulders. When he thrust inside her, completely filling her, she almost passed out with the intense wave of sensation that it unleashed.

Lifting up on his arms, he rode her, thrusting

his wonderful cock in and out, the muscles in his arms roped, his expression marked with concentration.

Once again she threw her arms wide and plunged her fingers into the earth. With the sun on her body, the earth warm under her back, the man between her thighs a flame that stoked the core of her body. She felt it all around, as if every atom of energy was vibrating into her, in tune with the deepest most essential part of her womanhood. She came in a series of startling spasms, her pussy drenched.

With his cock buried deep inside, he rutted fiercely, making her climax last and last. Rising up, he threw his head back; his arms went rigid, his hips working into her faster still. The muscles in his neck stood out and sweat glistened on his forehead. Then, as his climax approached, he began to chant words that she couldn’t understand. Words like Cain had used the night before.

Despite everything they had shared, her pulse tripped and a shiver ran through her, fear gripping her. “Grayson?”

His eyes opened, but they were silvered disks that reflected the sunlight.

Her blood ran cold. This was his magic again, this thing that was so alien and made her want to pull away from him. Something in her chest hurt, a lot.

He didn’t seem to hear her. His cock jerked deep inside her, and still he shouted strange, foreign words into the atmosphere above them. Then his head dropped forward, his hair hanging down over his face.

The strange chant had served to remind her how very different they were, and how little she really knew of his world.

21

THEY LAY TOGETHER ON THE ROUGH GROUND, silently looking into each other’s eyes. After a while, she had to know. “What did you do? What was that you said, when you were about to come?”

“I harnessed the magic from our union and used the power to create a shield for you. No harm will come to you now.” He traced a finger around her right nipple as he spoke, his gaze filled with a subtle sense of pride.

Could it true? She was still shook up, but if that were his motive? Her heart ached to understand, to overcome the last shreds of resistance to this world of magic and mystery.

“Do I have to believe it, for it to work?”

He laughed softly. “No.”

“That’s just as well.” She took a deep breath. “I’m beginning to get my head around it, but I’m having the hardest time believing it.”

“I know. Sometimes I don’t even believe it, and I won’t be relying on the shield.” He paused. “But it’s true and it works.”

“What language was it that you spoke?”

“The most powerful enchantments I know are scribed in Scottish Gaelic and there are some Pictish phrases in there as well, an even older Scottish language.”

“Are you better at magic than Cain, is that why you defeated him last night?”

Again he laughed softly. “Better, no. Different, yes.” He rolled onto his back and looked up at the sky for a moment, then met her curious stare and continued to explain. “My feeling is that Cain Davot is an old and experienced witch.”

“Old? I’d guessed he was in his forties.”

“He may be older. He may be under an enchantment himself.”

“Seriously?”

“It’s possible. It’s forbidden, because it messes with the natural order of the world, but we already know Cain doesn’t like to play by the rules.”