Harvest Moon (Beaux Rêve Coven 4)

His mouth watered, and he started to take a step forward, unable to resist her allure, but Nikon’s large arm blocked him across his chest.

Khan noted that the other male was as aroused as he was. Nikon gave a nod. “It’s not yet time.”

And then the women moved outside the fiery ring. Arms raised, they turned slowly, moonlight filtering over their pale skin, seeming to sink into them, increasing their skin’s pearl-like luster.

Spinning slowly, they danced on tiptoes as they reached toward the starry sky.

As one, they stopped suddenly. Radha raised her chin and stared at him and Nikon.

“Mother, hear my dreams…

So many blessings have you given,

but I ask for one more.

I seek a mate: one who is true, one who is brave.

I ask not for power or for gain, but to save

the many blessings you have already granted.

Protect us with your light and wisdom,

Mother, hear my dreams…”

Radha closed her eyes as did all the women. They stood still as a breeze filtered through the trees, growing in intensity and making branches creak and sway. One by one, the torches blew out.

That was when he felt it. Frigid air blew against his back.

Radha’s eyes opened wide, and she drew a breath that lifted her naked chest. “He’s here,” she whispered.

However, she didn’t look frightened. She moved between him and Nikon, and they turned to sandwich her body between theirs. Heat flowed off her skin into his, and he turned, letting her wrap her arms around him and snuggle against his back to cloak him in more of her moonlight magic. When she turned toward Nikon to give him the same charge, Khan faced him to meet the other man’s gaze above her head. Nikon looked calm. His skin took on the glow, as Khan knew his own had done. They were ready for battle.

When she stiffened between them, Khan passed her the small bottle he held cradled in his hand, then both men stepped away, giving her space. Ice-cold air buffeted them, blowing back her hair. The vanir materialized in front of her. In his human skin. Khan knew what she saw, a handsome blond man with a mesmerer’s intensely dark gaze.

He held his breath, waiting to see whether she would be strong enough to play her part. He and Nikon took a step toward her, but she raised her hand to stop them.

Radha laughed. “I think I can handle this.” To Frigg, she said, her voice taunting, “You were more intimidating the last time I saw you.”

The demon’s eyes narrowed, and his mouth stretched into an approving smile. “You are a dark witch,” he said, his voice a caress as he stepped closer. “We shall deal well together.”

“Not so fast,” she said, pressing her palm against his chest. “I know what delights await me in their arms. Ali fills my every desire. Nikon brings strength and animal magnetism. What would you provide?”

He stretched his neck and rolled his head, transforming into the frightful being as dark as shadow and with teeth that could slice like the sharpest blades. He snaked his arms around her waist then rubbed his hands up and down her back, forcing her chest against his then settling his hands on her ass. When he cupped her bottom and brought her upward, she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and laughed.

Below her bottom, Frigg’s cock jutted. Khan trembled with rage and fear, afraid the demon would claim her before she had a chance to work her spell.

Radha’s

back arched as she rubbed her breasts against his chest. Her hands moved to his head. The fingers of one hand clenched his hair. The other hand held the bottle above his head, and she slowly tilted it, dripping its contents onto his hair.

The scents of clove, lemon, rosemary, cinnamon, and eucalyptus filled the air.

When his eyes widened, first with confusion and then horror, Radha dumped the rest of the Four Thieves oil on his head.

Frigg tossed her away and began to pull at his hair. “No, no, no!”

The witches began to chant…