DanceoftheVampires (4 page)

He entered her with a driving thrust and buried his thick
hardness deep inside her heat. The walls of her pussy stretched with his
jabbing thrust. His erection felt as hard as oak. She took all he had to give.
Her entire body burned from his heat. Her breasts rubbed against the
hair-roughened skin of his muscular chest as he drove into her. With every wave
of pleasure, she released a desperate whimper. Harder. Faster. She could take
it. Wanted it. Needed it. With each stroke of his thick cock, her body squeezed
and thrust and burned hotter.

She said between pants, “I am yours. Take me. All of me.”

Pushing back against the stone, she used it as leverage and
thrust her hips forward, drawing him deeper into her. The moment he freed her
hands from where he’d held them, she grabbed his back and slid her palms down
his hot skin, slick with sweat, to his tight ass. With a hand on each cheek,
she dug her fingers into his flesh and pushed hard, jamming him higher into
her.

She gasped. “That’s it. There. There.”

She clamped her muscles on him, pleading for more with her
earthy moans. Sorcha’s heart pounded in a rhythm as wild and fast as Ian’s
thrusts. He crushed her throbbing pussy. She ground his cock. So near release,
on the edge, blazing. So close. She had to quench the fire.

Their bodies thrashed together. He let out long, uninhibited
groans. Her pussy clenched. Ian stiffened against her. An expression of deep
pleasure crossed his face as he burst inside her. Engulfed in flames, her
entire body quivered against his.

Still huffing, he said, “Sorcha, I could spend the rest of
my life loving you.”

They wrapped their arms around each other and he backed her
away from the stone.

“Are you all right?” He caressed her cheek. “Did I hurt
you?”

“No, I cannot imagine feeling happier.”

He drew out of her and, still holding her in his embrace, he
swung her around so her back pressed against his chest and they both eased into
a sitting position. As he leaned against the megalith, she pressed her body
against his muscular chest. He ran his hand through her hair and kissed the
nape of her neck. His hands came to rest on her firm breasts. He palmed them as
she moaned. Ian flicked the taut teats with his thumbs. Hot shivers coursed
through her.

“Sorcha, I need you again.”

Her breasts tingled. The slick, hot cleft between her legs
still throbbed with need. As she sat on top of him, she felt his arousal
growing rock hard beneath her. His thickness pressed against the tight entrance
to her anus.

“I want you, Ian.” Heat and tension coiled in the lower
portion of her body. She had to have release. “Now…please.”

“I cannot get enough of you. Sorcha, you have the most
beautiful ass. I want to fuck you there.”

Her heart raced and heat throbbed through her body. Her
stomach jiggled with nerves. A man had never taken her there before, but Sorcha
was up for anything as long as it was with Ian. She rasped, “Yes.”

She rose from his lap and onto her knees. He grabbed his jeans
off the ground and slipped his hand into the pocket, pulling out a thin silver
tube smaller than the one of toothpaste she’d seen in his bathroom at his
parents’ house.

“What’s that?” She crawled to the standing stone.

He dropped his jeans on the ground. “Just lube, to make it
easier for me to make love to you there.” He’d obviously anticipated this
opportunity and come prepared.

She watched him twist off the tiny top and squirt a stream
onto his palm. He smeared the lubricant up and down his long, thick cock. With
the tube in hand, he walked to her.

Sorcha pressed her palms against the sacred rock for
leverage. Ian knelt behind her. She felt his hot hands on her as he spread her
butt cheeks. He stroked his slick palms up and down, massaging her derriere.
She quivered from a cool, wet sensation as he squirted cream from the tube into
that tight, sensitive area. Her skin tingled from the cold lubrication and his
hot fingertips. He spread more cream around the rim of the tiny opening in
slow, circular motions. She gasped as Ian dipped his lube-coated finger inside,
stretching her.

He withdrew his long finger and she squirmed as the head of
his erection rested against the taut opening. He eased just barely inside. She
sucked in a breath as he slid further, partway inside the forbidden cleft. His
iron-hard flesh felt like a firebrand inside her. The tightness eased as he
stretched her inner walls with gentle prodding. Sorcha let out a deep groan of
pleasure-pain.

With slow strokes of his cock, he eased in and out, sliding
further into her each time. Sorcha’s insides coiled in tension, demanding
release. She arched her hips, taking him deeper. She panted as he drove into
her throbbing heat. Inside, she turned into liquid fire. The pleasure was
intense. Maddening. She was going to explode.

As he rammed into her, the cheeks of her ass bounced against
his balls, slapping them hard. At the same time that she couldn’t take much
more of the pounding his cock gave her, she never wanted it to end.

She whimpered. Ian’s groans turned to feral growls. He rode
her hard. With his right hand, he slapped her hip with the same rhythm of his
thrust. Goading her into a frenzy, pushing her to the finish line.

Pressing both his hands on her shoulders, he squeezed and
pulled, arching her toward him. She was seized by a rush of sensations so
intense she released the final cry of sweet ecstasy. They peaked together in a
blood-rushing climax.

She released her grip on the standing stone and rocked back.
He caught her in his strong arms. They sat on the soft, cool grass as their
breathing and pulses slowed to a steadier rhythm.

“You are amazing,” he said in a hoarse voice.

Still heady from the dizzying, explosive orgasm, she said
the first thing on her mind. “I loved that.”

He let out a rich, hearty chuckle. Ian rose to his feet and
gave Sorcha a hand to help her up. She picked her green plaid dress off the
ground, shook the dirt off of it and slipped it on. Sorcha fastened her belt as
Ian tugged on his jeans. Then they slipped on their shoes.

As they walked back to the winding road, with Ian’s arm
wrapped around her shoulders, she felt so warm, so happy.

“You know, my family will never approve of our relationship,
what with your sisters almost killing Angus and all.”

“I dare say not. My sisters left, but they don’t really
approve either. They still think you and your family are nothing more than
food. A once-a-year snack.”

“Then again, who really cares if our families are against
the relationship?” Ian grinned.

“It’s not their business.” Her long, loose hair swung across
her back as she tossed her head.

“No, it’s not.” He pressed his lips against hers in a deep,
wet kiss.

She gave herself freely to the heated kiss, melting into it
like the last sliver of ice on a spring lake.

“It doesn’t really matter if my family disapproves, as I’ll
be leaving home soon anyway.”

“Really?” She peered into his deep blue eyes, gleaming with
the love he felt for her, which mirrored her feelings for him, deepening
throughout the day.

“I’m getting married.”

“Ooch, is that so?” She felt the heat rise to her face. He
didn’t tell her he had a girlfriend, much less a fiancée.

“Yes, if you’ll have me.”

Relief burst through her. “Let me think it over for a bit.”
She paused a moment. “Yes, I will.”

His warm, joyful laughter rang through the cool night air.
“I just need to get a job other than working at my family’s farm. And I need a
house and a car.” His expression grew tender. “Sorcha, I’m sorry, but I do not
have a ring for you yet.”

“Do not worry about the ring, but I can get the other things
for you.”

“How…are you rich?”

She let out a sharp breath. “Don’t you know, if you catch a
baobhan
sith
they will grant you three wishes.”

“Are you joking?”

“No, why would that be a joke?”

“Wow, you are a very convenient woman.” He swallowed. “Do
you mean you can really grant me those wishes?”

“Yes, what is your first wish?” She folded her arms across
her chest.

“A safe, stable job with a good salary.”

“Your wish is granted, you’ll get a job offer tomorrow by
telephone.”

He glanced at her askance as if he didn’t believe her.

“I’m a
baobhan sith
, if I did not lie about that, why
would I lie about three wishes? I can grant them, it’s true.”

He still looked doubtful. “All right, my second wish is a
house for us, fully owned, no mortgage.”

“Your second wish is granted.”

The corners of his mouth turned up into a mischievous smile.
“So for my last wish, I want a two-seater.”

As the road took them back to the farm, Sorcha grabbed his
hand. “Come.” She pulled him over to the barn.

Ian gasped as he laid his eyes on the car outside. “A shiny,
candy-red Lamborghini Murciélago.” He gaped at it. “Is it real?” He pinched
himself.

“Yes, as real as me and all yours.” She wrapped her arm
around his waist. “Take me for a ride.”

“Wow, do I love you.” He lifted her into his arms and
carried her to the car door.

Sorcha felt lighter than air. Buoyant. Free from everything.
After he set her gently on her feet, she dropped a set of car keys in his palm.
“You drive.”

They jumped in and he sped down the road, well over the
speed limit. He drove past the nearby farms then spun around to get back before
the sun rose. He parked by the barn.

When Ian walked to her car door and opened it for her, he
flashed a wide grin. “You look different. You were so pale, but now there is a
rosy hue to your cheeks and chin.”

“You don’t know much of fey lore do you?” She swallowed
hard. “When a
baobhan sith
grants wishes to a human, they get one wish
of their own.” She wrapped her arms around him and peered into his gleaming
eyes. “I am a mortal now. No more underhill for me. You’re stuck with me
forever, even in the daylight.”

He let out a shriek of glee. “Human.” He lifted her feet off
the ground and twirled her around.

Once he set her down, he slid his arm
around her and they walked into the house together. With one arm around Sorcha,
he rattled the car keys with his other hand. His mother had just come into the
kitchen to put a kettle on for tea, as the daily milking had already begun.

“Good morning.” Ian gave his mother a peck on her cheek.
“We’re going to my room to sleep.”

“Not together in the same bed,” she scolded.

“It’s all right, Mum, we’re engaged.” Ian clasped Sorcha’s
hand and smiled at his mother. Then he turned to Sorcha. “What about the second
wish?”

“A lady, what you call a real estate agent, will call today
with the information on moving into our new home.” Sorcha couldn’t wait to see
what it looked like. Her own home.

“Mum, when the real estate agent calls, tell her Sorcha and
I are moving in tomorrow and take a message, get the directions to my new
house.”

His mother's mouth hung open, but she didn’t say a word.

Sorcha giggled as Ian scooped her into his arms and carried
her into his room. He set her on her feet and closed the door behind them.

From beyond the door they heard his mother yell, “Ewan,
we’re going to have a fey daughter-in-law. We’re going to have changeling
grandchildren, do you hear me, Ewan?”

“Yes dear, it sounds lovely.”

“Ewan, what did I say?”

“I heard every word, dear.”

“What was it?”

“Something about Mrs. McKay’s daughter-in-law changing her
children.”

“Ewan, honestly, I do not know why I stay,” she said on a
sigh. “I should find a handsome, virile, male
baobhan sith
for my own.”

On the other side of Ian’s bedroom door, Sorcha didn’t hear
his parents’ conversation as the sounds of soft laughter, which turned into low
groans and pants, filled her ears.

Drawing on her love of a happy ending, Cornelia Amiri is a
multi-published romance author known for her Celtic/paranormal tales. Cornelia
is inspired by her muse, Severus the Cat, who always lounges beside or (when
Cornelia’s not looking) on top of her laptop.

Cornelia welcomes comments from readers. You can find her
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