His Magick Touch (7 page)

Devon’s entire body jerked to attention at the mention of Miranda’s name. Had John talked to her on the phone or in person? Would the Samhain celebration bring a close to his search? He put forth a concentrated effort to appear casual, hoping Raina would ask the questions he wanted answered so it wouldn’t appear that he had a special interest in Miranda.

“You talked to Miranda?” The surprise in Raina’s voice was obvious. “Was she here or did you talk to her on the phone? I haven’t seen or heard from her in quite a while.”

“She was here…stopped in for dinner. She was alone, which surprised me since that’s seldom the case.”

“Did she say why she was in town? Is she planning to attend the Samhain celebration?”

“I asked her about that. She said she wasn’t sure. I’m surprised she didn’t get in touch with you. After all, you are her sister.”

“Well…as you know, we aren’t really that close. It seems that every time I try to reach out to her, she refuses my overtures.” Raina’s gaze dropped to the floor. “I don’t know why.” Her voice had become almost inaudible.

Devon placed his hand on top of hers in an attempt to comfort her without drawing unwanted attention to himself, although John obviously noticed the gesture.

“You’re table will be ready in a few minutes. Until then, enjoy your drinks.” He motioned for the bartender to provide them with menus so they could look over the selections while waiting.

As soon as John was out of earshot, Devon turned his attention to Raina. “Well, that’s a surprise. Your sister is in town. I know you said your relationship wasn’t good, but wouldn’t she at least call you to say hello?”

“Apparently, it wasn’t on her
to do
list.” A touch of bitterness crept into her voice. He saw the hurt on her face and it touched his heart. The dynamic between his deep-seated need to make Miranda pay for her transgressions and his rapidly growing emotional involvement with Raina were playing havoc with his reality. He suddenly found himself unsure about what to do or how to proceed, something totally foreign to his normal demeanor.

He cautiously put forth the question upper most in his mind. “I realize she’s your sister, not only a blood relative but also of the bloodline. But…” He paused a moment, not sure about continuing. “But do you think it might be time, after all these years, to make that final emotional separation from her? To consider her as a stranger from now on? It was Miranda who dictated the circumstances. If she wants to salvage the relationship, it will need to be her decision. She will need to make the overture to you.”

Raina emitted a heavy sigh of resignation. “I know it’s an impossible situation the way it is. I don’t know why Miranda has done so many terrible things, why she has betrayed all we hold close as our beliefs and who we are. I’ll probably never understand it.”

She looked up and made eye contact with Devon. “I do know that you’re right. I need to let it go, to not dwell on the bad.” A sincere smile turned the corners of her mouth. “Let’s change the subject. This is supposed to be a nice lunch at the ocean, enjoying the sun out on the deck, then I’m going to show you around my city before the Samhain celebration begins.”

He squeezed her hand and returned her smile. “You’re right. It’s much too nice of a day to dwell on negative things.”
It’s just as well. We need to put the Miranda issue aside…for a while.

The waitress brought their drinks, then a couple of minutes later John returned. “I have your table ready on the deck. I’ll have your server bring your wine glasses.” John showed them to a table next to the deck railing with an unobstructed ocean view. “Enjoy your lunch.” A minute later their drinks arrived and they placed their lunch order.

Devon raised his wine glass toward Raina. “Here’s to a lovely lady, one I’m looking forward to spending a lot of time with, now and in the future.”

“Thank you.” Her smile might have been shy, her voice quiet, but her eyes sparkled with the pleasure his words provided to her.

After lunch, they went to the botanical gardens and finished the day with an early evening concert in the park with plans to take in the art museum in the morning. After grabbing a quick dinner, they returned to his hotel.

Raina noticed her suitcase next to the bedroom closet. Just the knowledge that he wanted her to stay with him made her heart sing with joy. Everything about him excited her—the way he moved, the contours of his body, his handsome features. Her pussy tingled in anticipation of what the night would bring. And tonight, there would be more for her to experience, new pleasures to enjoy—a night with a man who took her breath away every time he touched her.

Devon turned toward her, took her hand, and pulled her into his arms. He captured her mouth with a demanding kiss, one she eagerly accepted and enthusiastically returned. Her pulse raced and her heart pounded when he invaded her mouth with his tongue. She rubbed her body against his in response. His rapidly growing erection pressed against her belly, igniting all the passion they had previously shared and leaving her panting for more.

Any pretense at a slow seduction refused to materialize. Their clothes ended up in a pile on the floor. They fell into bed wrapped in each other’s arms. Her entire body pulsed with need, and that need consisted solely of Devon’s magical touch and incredible expertise. She had never felt so open, so uninhibited…so alive.

Their mouths clung together, tongues twining in a seductive mating ritual. She ran her hands across his tautly muscled back and her foot along his calf. The feel of his skin excited her senses, sending a ripple of anticipation coursing through her body. What would this evening’s lovemaking include?

As if reading her mind, he provided an answer to her unasked question by turning her onto her stomach. She instantly complied with what he wanted, pulling her legs up and apart, making her ass available to him. She knew what he intended. A flash of anxiety darted through her body but just as quickly disappeared. She trusted him. He would be gentle while introducing her to this new experience.

Raina’s entire body quivered in response to the feel of his lips on her ass, feather light kisses that danced back and forth from one cheek to the other. Then his hands circled her hips. He manipulated her clit and slipped a finger between her pussy lips. She responded with an immediate gush of moisture and a sensual moan of delight. His actions immediately calmed any concerns she might still have been harboring about what they would be doing that night—about the evening culminating in anal sex.

He remained behind her, out of her reach. But she had learned to simply accept his attentions, to enjoy the pleasure he provided without feeling pressured to somehow be doing something for him. That he also derived pleasure from what he was doing for her. It had been a very important lesson.

Her orgasm teetered on the brink as he continued to manipulate her pussy and stimulate her clit while kissing her ass cheeks. Layer upon layer of heated passion built inside her, sending her pulse racing and her heart pounding. Her ragged breathing came in gasps. A moment later, her body convulsed in delicious climactic release. It all happened so easily with Devon, something she had never experienced with any other man. But it was also true that she had never been so relaxed and comfortable with any other man.

Devon relished the way Raina’s pussy tugged at his fingers and the crimson tinge of orgasm that colored her ass. He sensually tickled the index finger of his other hand along the crevice separating her cheeks, then paused at her anus. As he had done before, he immersed his finger in the ceremonial oil and gently inserted it into the puckered hole, wiggling it to get her accustomed to the intrusion.

And for tonight, he had another treat in store for her, something else new for her pleasure before he attempted to penetrate her with his cock.

He reached for the nightstand, removed the velvet pouch he had placed in the drawer, and withdrew the contents. He opened the package containing the vibrating butt plug then quickly set about preparing her.

After generously applying the oil to her anus and to the butt plug, he gently worked it in, making sure to pause several times so she could assimilate the sensation of the foreign item larger than his fingers. Once he had it completely embedded in her ass, he again reached around her hip with one hand and fingered her clit to make sure she was fully aroused. When her moans of excitement reached his ears, he turned on the plug.

Her body tensed and jumped in response to the new experience, but only for a couple of seconds. Then her muscles relaxed. Even though her eyes were closed, he could tell from her expression that she had quickly warmed to this new sensation of a foreign object vibrating inside her ass. Her open acceptance pleased him. He gave her a couple of minutes to become accustomed to the vibration then he slowly stroked it in and out, setting a rhythm he determined would give her the most pleasure. She quickly fell in with the tempo of the strokes, wiggling her ass back against the plug with ever-increasing enthusiasm.

The sight drove his needs until his arousal reached the limit of his constraint. He continued to work the butt plug with one hand, and with the other, he oiled his rigid shaft and cockhead in preparation for entering her. He needed to be as gentle as possible for her first time, both physically in his actions and also as the man in whom she had obviously placed her trust and confidence. And that realization touched him on a deeply emotional level.

As she approached orgasmic levels, he snuggled his body closer behind hers. With his hard cock slick with oil and positioned at the ready, he removed the butt plug. She emitted a whimper, indicating her sense of loss, immediately replaced with a gasp when he pressed his cockhead against her anus and immediately worked it into the opening. Once the head was fully inserted, he paused to allow her to become comfortable with it before continuing.

“Are you okay, Raina?” His voice carried all the concern coursing through his body. “If I’m hurting you, please let me know.”

“No…you’re not hurting me.” Her ragged breathing and husky words attested to her level of arousal. “It was uncomfortable at first, but it’s okay now. Go ahead.”

Before easing the length of his cock into her channel, he touched the tip of the still vibrating butt plug to her engorged clit. The sexual electricity instantly surged through her body, all the way to his cockhead. An involuntary jerking response shoved his hips forward quicker and harder than he had intended, fully impaling her ass on his stiff pole.

He immediately wrapped his arms around her hips and, tossing the vibrator aside, manipulated her clit as he placed kisses across her shoulders and back. He moved his hips very slowly, pulling out only an inch or so before going back in. He repeated the motion several times, each stroke pulling out just a fraction more than the previous one.

Her breathing again turned ragged, her breaths coming in labored gasps. Her entire body sparked to the sexual electricity leaping between them. Any fears or apprehensions she may have held about this step of her learning had apparently disappeared. Once more her body raced toward orgasmic bliss, and he joined her in that rush.

Raina thrust her ass toward him, meeting each of his strokes. It was a type of primal excitement she had never experienced. Her entire body tingled, reverberating with the orgasmic waves rapidly gaining momentum. His fingers expertly manipulated her clit. His marvelous cock worked her ass. Her mind swirled with a combination of sensuous pleasures that nearly overwhelmed her senses. Then an explosive torrent of orgasmic convulsions claimed every corner of her reality. It zapped her remaining energy leaving her limp as a rag.

His body stiffened accompanied by a final thrust. She actually felt each pulsating twitch of his cock as he shot the viscous streams into her newly christened orifice. The weight of his body slumped against her back with his spent dick still partially embedded in her ass.

Glorious contentment…totally satiated…sexually exhausted. And as a culmination of all their time together with their many hours of intense and incendiary lovemaking as he guided her while enhancing her knowledge and capabilities—for the first time in her life she knew absolute, total, and complete sexual fulfillment.

All the years of self-imposed fear, all the years of literally protecting her ass, hadn’t been necessary. He had introduced her to an exciting new source of physical pleasure and it opened up a fresh level of sexual awareness and intimacy she hadn’t previously experienced. She now had a new sex toy to keep her vibrator company, a new indulgence to add to her list of activities to savor at those times when she didn’t have a partner.

And she had Devon to thank for it—his sexual expertise, knowledge, and skill. And then there was the man himself. She had never met anyone like him, and she knew she never would again. He was everything she had been searching for, everything she could ever want. But what would it take to be able to call him her own?

He finally rolled off her back, then pulled her into his arms. His sweet kisses spread across her forehead, her face, and finally her mouth. Even though their primary interaction had been sex from the moment they met, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was the man she wanted to be with for as far into the future as she could imagine.

Then a dark cloud cast a shadow across her utter contentment. What about Devon? What did he want? Could someone of his position, his stature among the covens, his power, be interested in a permanent relationship with someone like her? As a High Priest and master of sex magick, he often engaged in sexual rites and also tutored others in the nuances. Sex comprised a large part of his life and work. What could she possibly offer to such a dynamic man that would establish a true personal relationship?

What did he want? What would he expect? What type of woman would be lucky enough to capture his heart?

Chapter Four

Devon held her tenderly in his arms as she slept. Early morning light invaded the room, creeping in around the edges of the bedroom drapes. She was so beautiful, the most exciting and desirable woman he had ever known. She stood far and above all the thousands of women who had moved in and out of his life over time—both mortals and witches of the bloodline.