Enchanting Absinthe (Sex with Strings, Book Four) (8 page)

His fangs ached to sink in and spill her blood. He needed to taste her again. The past two months were like being thirsty, but water wouldn’t do, blood in a glass didn’t satisfy. It was her; he’d wanted to taste her magic again. It wasn’t just etheric they were swapping with blood and sex, it was something much bigger. They were actually swapping magic.

Her hips moved in time with his strokes. Just as she was about to come, he let his fangs press down. Her sweet blood filled his mouth and she came, her pussy tightening around his fingers and her hand squeezing his cock. He groaned and licked the bite closed. She drew in a shaky breath.

“Feel better?” He kissed her neck and let her feel the pressure of his teeth without biting.

She shivered and turned in his arms to face him. “I needed that.”

“So did I.” He pushed her shirt off so she was wearing only her underwear and boots.

Then he pushed her panties down. She stepped out of them and he dropped to his knees in front of her. He ran his hands up her thighs and brought her pussy to his mouth. Her clit would still be sensitive, so he was gentle, just wanting to taste her cream before dragging her to the floor with him. She gasped and steadied herself by gripping his shoulders. Even through his jacket he could feel her fingers flexing. If not for the fabric, he was sure her nails would be digging in and leaving marks. He’d missed the way her nails dug deep, leaving bloodied crescents.

He placed his lips on her inner thigh and then nicked the skin with his fangs. She shuddered as if she was about to come again. Next time he wanted to be in her. He drew her to the floor. The plush cream carpet cushioned his back, but he would’ve lain on broken glass to be with her. She straddled his hips and carefully undid the buttons of his jacket and then his shirt, the whole time her hips rocked so his cock slid between the lips of her pussy without entering.

It was maddening.

And so much better than just racing to the finish line.

She raked her nails over his ribs. He grunted as she broke the skin, and a tremor of heat flowed through his body and lodged in his balls. With her gaze on him, she did it again, more slowly, from collarbone to navel. Magic licked at his skin and swelled around them until nothing else existed. She leaned forward as if to kiss him, but lowered her lips to the cut she’d made on his chest. She traced the scratch with her tongue, the way a Vampire would. His cock thickened at the sight.

Then she sat up and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “Sorry, I had to try it. Just tastes like blood to me.”

William pulled her back down and kissed her. His fangs cut her lip and the earthy taste of his blood on her tongue mingled with the sweet, wild taste of hers. She groaned into his mouth, then bit his lip, returning in kind what he’d done, but without breaking the skin. He couldn’t wait any longer. With his free hand, he adjusted his shaft so it angled toward her wet core. All she had to do was slide down.

Mercifully she did, sheathing him in one easy movement. For a moment neither of them moved. Her slick heat surrounded him, after so long it was almost too much. Then she began rolling her hips, riding him, the whole length of his cock with every movement. He closed his eyes, but even then he saw her dressed only in boots and bra, the image burned into his brain. Magic was brewing, growing and building and he let himself be swept up. If he was falling into his own enchantment, or hers, he didn’t care. He didn’t want to be free if that was what he’d had before.

Claire leaned forward, maximizing her pleasure. He ran his hands over her ribs and cupped her breasts. His thumbs brushed the tight peaks of her nipples. He curled up and took one in his mouth, tasting her skin through the lace. She moaned and her pussy tightened around him as if she was getting close.

She moved faster, her movements shorter. William slid his hands on her hips, slowing her down a little. Not yet, he didn’t want to come so soon. After waiting this long he wanted more. She was wet and tight and felt so good. But the pressure was building in his balls and his cock was hardening further. She gasped and her core clenched around his cock, her body rocking as she came hard. Her nails scored his chest and he let go, giving in to her, groaning as he came.

The magic around them snapped and settled on his skin.

He opened his eyes and gazed at Claire. Her lips were parted as she tried to catch her breath and her cheeks were pink. Almost hidden by her blonde bangs was her third eye and it was open.

“What do you see?” He brushed her hair out of the way and saw her as the powerful Shaman she was. She’d created a life, for him that was close enough to a miracle.

“There are purple flames all over us. Shamen call it the power burn, it kind of feels as though I’m standing next to an open fire and bathing in the heat. You feel it?”

“The heat, like standing under stage lights.”

She lay down on his chest. “I’m glad you came back.”

“I’m glad you took me back.” His hand smoothed her hair as he listened to her heartbeat settle.

The world steadied and she closed her third eye. She didn’t need to see the magic to feel it. Her body hummed with pleasure. Being in his arms felt right the way no other lover had. But he was like no other lover she’d ever had. He was so much more. She kissed him and pushed herself up, hesitating for just a moment before easing away. She grabbed her panties and went to the bathroom to clean up.

When she came out, he was still lying on the floor, his jeans were done up, but his shirt and jacket were still open. Red marks crisscrossed his skin. Guilt snagged her heart. He patted the carpet next to him, so she joined him.

“Do they hurt?” She ran one finger alongside a mark.

“In the best way. They’ll be gone by morning.” He put his arm around her and pulled her close.

“So, no more band. What are you going to do?”

“Dunno. I think I’ll be busy enough for a bit.” His hand caressed her stomach.

She smiled and a shimmer of magic burst in her belly. The baby was happy, bathing in the magic that was its birthright. “And the Council?”

“I’ll let you decide when to tell them. You know their workings better than me.”

“Fiorelli. Is that the name for the baby’s birth certificate?”

“I hope not. It was my father’s name and it’s not a name I want to use.”

She could understand that, but their child needed a name. “The Council won’t like Black.”

“Too bad.” He turned his head to look at her. “If you promise to never call me Peregrine, I’ll never call you Tansy.”

She winced at the sound of her given name on his lips. She hated it, and had been calling herself Claire since she was about ten, much to her parents’ disgust. “That sounds fair.” Her finger traced around his flat brown nipple. “You should probably do the paperwork for the house.”

“I probably should, but I’m not ready to move yet. Are you?”

“No.” She could hear his pulse and feel his magic around her. She wanted to lie like this forever, safe in his arms. She hadn’t gotten lucky for one night. She’d gotten lucky for life.

About the Author

Blessed with a lively imagination, Shona spent most of her childhood making up stories. As an adult she discovered romance novels and she hasn’t looked back. Dark fairy tales and the paranormal have always fascinated her and it’s not uncommon to get to know spirits, vampires, were-creatures and demi-gods through her books. In her free time Shona likes to keep fit and get creative in the kitchen…Toblerone brownies, anyone?

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