Harvest Moon (Beaux Rêve Coven 4)

“And we’ll add a patrol around the house,” Renner said, giving her pointed look. “No roaming in the woods.”

She pressed her lips together to keep from blurting, But what about the Harvest Moon? She’d only sound as though she was whining. And there was no way her sisters and she would forgo the ritual. They’d simply cast glamour spells to escape to the woods. Once the oak was awakened, the Goddess would protect them.

Ali kept silent, his lips thinning as he ushered her through the doors, down a hallway, and into a conference room, where closed them both inside. Then he stood with his arms akimbo, looking very like every Hollywood genie with his dark, furrowed eyebrows and penetrating stare.

“We were going to do a grocery shop,” she said, then glanced around, realizing she’d lost her tote somewhere along the way. “Dammit,” she muttered under her breath.

“And you felt a presence…”

She nodded.

“At any point, did you think that maybe you should have called for help?”

His tone was so even, she started to get nervous. “I didn’t have a phone with me.”

“Nikon did, but he was likely too excited about the idea of getting naked and having you clinging to his back to even think he should have called first.”

“I really don’t think there was time to call,” she said, frowning. “It was close. I felt its breath.”

He moved closer, crowding her against the edge of the long table. She reached back to brace her hands on the smooth wood. “Did you like it? Riding him?” he whispered.

So, he was jealous. She swallowed then gave a slow nod.

He moved swiftly, clutching her ass and lifting her to sit on the table. Then he flipped up her skirt and unbuttoned his pants.

Was he going to do it now? Claim her? She didn’t know whether she was angry or excited. All she knew was that she was ready to feel something stretch her pussy. She’d been too long without a real fucking. If Ali was going to take her to preclude any other demon having her first, then she was all right with that, because he was the one she wanted—first and most—even though Nikon had certainly improved his standing by his wild, unfettered race through the trees. Her nipples still prickled from contact with his broad back.

That thought made her gasp, because she’d never allowed herself to consider having more than one mate. But now that she did think about it, a quiver worked its way up her spine, and a rush of fluid wet her panties.

He freed his cock and held her wide gaze, prodding her entrance. “You’re wet, little witch.”

She didn’t answer, because her body did it for her, her entrance clenching against his head then opening, a juicy invitation.

His eyes closed, and she felt him tremble against her. Then he glided through her folds, rubbing up and down, not entering.

She whimpered in disappointment and sagged against the table.

“What?” he asked looking down at her. “Did you want me inside you?”

“Yes,” she hissed. Then she shook her head. “I don’t know.”

He rubbed between her lips again then abruptly knelt and spread her with his fingers. When he thrust his tongue inside her, her nipples tingled. She wriggled to pull her apron from her body and tossed it away. Then she lifted her shirt and bared her breasts.

With his gaze watching her fingers as she plucked and rubbed her nipples, she lifted her legs high, toes pointed, and then let them fall open, giving him room, surrendering to whatever he wanted to do, because she couldn’t take the tension winding inside her. She needed release.

He gave her a long lick, bottom to top. “Do you like it when I make love to you, Radha?”

“Yes,” she said, pinching her nipples and letting her jaw sag because arousal was building inside her, too quickly for her to think past the sensations—his tongue flicking her clit, his fingers thrusting into her pussy, and another digit teasing her anus. That last thing was shocking to her senses, but also tempting. If he wouldn’t fuck her pussy…

His thumb eased inside her ass, and her muscles clamped hard around it.

“Easy,” he whispered then speared her pussy with his tongue.

When he licked lower, she mewed, unsure now whether she could take having him do this. Her natural modesty warred with her arousal.

Fingers plunged into her pussy and fluid gushed from inside her, over spilling and oozing downward to the orifice he was nearing with his tongue.

“Breathe, Radha,” he said, his chuckle a darkly sensual sound.