Lured From the Path (3 page)

She pressed two into her body, filling
herself as David’s cock responded with a hard jerk against her ass.
She wiggled on him, spreading her legs wider, offering him a better
view. Pink and glinting, honey running from her pussy as the
delicate tissue stretched around her knuckles. He was captivated as
her fingers withdrew, shining with her own need. The scent of her
pleasure, sweet and earthy, teased his nose. She pushed in
again.

His hands finally rose to cup her hips. She
lifted to her knees and slid back, angling until his cock was
tormented by her heat. Her fingers pulled from her body, wet and
warm, reaching to trace her honey over his length. Fingertips
swirled over sensitive skin before she gripped him, moving to rub
his crest between her folds, over the slippery flesh, her hard
clit, imprinting her silken texture deep into his soul.

She teased them both with long, smooth
glides. She dipped the very tip of him in her wet heat and guided
him over her flesh. He groaned as the hard bud of her clit caught a
knot of nerves just below his flushed head. He reveled in the feel
of her, the pressure of her long fingers clenching his dick.

She pushed him back toward her pussy,
lowering until her cream coated his tip and ran down his shaft. She
fit him against her entrance as delicate muscle rippled around him,
slowly giving way with teasing, suckling contractions. Unable not
to, he lifted his hips as she bore down and he slid in like a
dream, her pussy opening to receive him like his wildest
fantasy.

She burned his length as she slipped down his
flesh. She writhed and wriggled, sinking him mind-shatteringly
deep, but David nudged deeper with a hard hold on her hips. He was
enclosed in hot silk, the delicate muscles flexing around his
width, clamping tight as the tip of him found the end of her. She
was wet and ready, urgent as she shifted to take him a fraction
further, cracking his already-compromised sanity.

Bracing her hands on his abdomen, she lifted,
showing him the honey that flowed from her over him, coating his
cock and easing his way. Her folds surrounded him, his tip was lost
in her gently clenching entrance, disappearing into the slick pussy
doing its best to drag him back inside. He’d never seen a more
erotic sight. She slammed back down and pleasure caught him in a
vice.

She leaned forward, brushing his chest with
her engorged nipples. She rocked, stretching her spine until she
could lick at his Adam’s apple and stroke the hard line of his jaw
with the tip of her tongue. She grabbed his hair, using the hold to
angle his head until she could rub her full lips against his,
enticing him to allow her entry. She manipulated his body, and
David only wanted more.

She dove into his mouth the instant he gave
her access. He welcomed her eagerly. Her tongue twined with his,
tasting of spring with the faint hint of the same flowers that
teased his nose. They stroked each other, she nipped his lip,
suckled his tongue. Sharp pleasure raced toward his toes.

Releasing his hair, her other hand smoothed
up his body to gather his wrists. Locking her fingers around them,
she anchored him to the forest floor with a strength that surprised
him and spiked his lust higher. David’s cock flexed deep in her
body at the dominating gesture. Her eyes glowed, she bucked against
him, her pussy strangling his dick as more honey slid between
them.

He made to move his hands, desperate to touch
her, to tweak the hard nipples digging into his chest and slide his
fingers through the thick cream saturating both their groins. She
held him firm, her strength doubling without even a quiver in her
biceps. The sensual fog David was wrapped within closed around him,
dragging him beneath drugging waves of ecstasy. He moaned into her
mouth and submitted.

She purred and rocked against him, circling
her hips, lifting, sinking back down. She spread pleasure over his
flesh from groin to collarbone, using her entire body to caress
his. The soft undulations contrasted deliciously with the bite of
her hands around his wrists.

Her mouth locked on his. A weight settled on
his chest, soft, but deepening with every shift of her body. Hot
and cold swirled through him, drilling into his bones with an
ecstasy he couldn’t contain. It rose up within him in nebulous
clouds, oozing past his skin to melt into hers, tingling in his
throat as she breathed it in.

He struggled to inhale as the pleasure rose
to swamp him. His hips churned, his body moving separately from his
cotton-wrapped brain as urgency caught him, almost as fiercely as
she had. Lightning raced over his nerves, shaking him, throwing him
headlong into a bliss he couldn’t comprehend. It was so much, too
much, more than he’d ever known. She quickened her pace.

Her pelvis ground against him, she groaned
with a delight she didn’t attempt to hide. She worked his body,
belly to belly, chest to chest, as she pounded onto his length
until oxygen wheezed in his nose in hard, sharp gasps. She bit his
lower lip, squeezed his wrists, clamped her inner muscles around
his cock. The pressure destroyed him, ripped through his dick,
exploded in his balls.

David was trapped in a vortex of light and
fog. His lungs seized, burning with the need for air as Willa
covered his mouth and sucked his tongue. His cock jerked with heat
and hunger. An ecstasy far beyond the physical.

A dawning sense of fear added to his
intoxication, his pleasure. Terror and lust combined to rip his
soul from his body. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. His flesh
was being used in wondrous ways, jagged shafts of bliss biting into
his hips, burning his bones to ash. His wrists ached under her
grip. His head pushed deeper into the soft earth beneath him as he
tried to draw back, tried to find oxygen, even as his hips surged
up to meet Willa’s hard, downward stroke.

She wouldn’t let him draw back. She followed
him, her teasing nips becoming sharp bites that drew blood. His
nerves sang at the sensation, his lips lifted for more. His mind
whirled, looking for something,
anything
, to hold onto, but his body drove
him on, unwilling to lose the pleasure of the moment. The world
narrowed until there was only her, her clenching pussy and the need
pumping through him.

His hips drove into her and she clamped
around him. He felt the spasm work through her, over him, into him.
Shared between them. He felt her pussy tighten beyond what he could
bear before she softened and eased, rippling around him as the
pattern repeated itself over and over for an eternity. Her body
flooded with smooth honey, burning him, coating him.

Addicting him.

She stole his breath. David’s blood heated
with a spike of wicked excitement. Danger poured adrenaline into
his veins, where it ran hot with the spice of adventure and
combined with lust and pleasure into a force he could not deny. His
heart pounded, his muscles flooded with energy. His body blazed
with sensation, shuddering as he released in a hot wash that
overfilled her, flowing out of her and onto him.

His eyes drifted shut as Willa drained him of
both his lust and his life.

The snap of a twig jolted David into
awareness. The morning was a pale shroud around him, weak and
watery, the light barely finding its way through the trees. His
body was pressed into the soft, dewed ground in the center of a
circular clearing.

It was difficult to move his arms and legs.
His chest ached. Looking down, David noted the scratches on his
chest, the bites along his naked torso, the two handprints etched
into his chest. Red bruises ringed his wrists, a sticky film clung
to his groin. His throat was raw, matching the ache in lungs that
felt as if they’d been set on fire.

A shadow passed over him as footsteps thudded
into the ground. David flinched, his cock jolted. He straightened
with a surge of anticipation, only to fall back to his elbows as
the old man from the inn’s taproom stepped around a twisted
pine.

Henryk looked at him with pity and sorrow in
his eyes. He knelt down until they were eye-to-eye, shaking his
head. “I told you, young American, they will steal your breath,
your soul. They disappear at dawn. You believe in the Vila now,
don’t you?”

David stared at the old man for a long
minute, willing the cotton from his brain. He fought for the
memories, but they were hazy and submerged under a sensual wash of
physical surrealism. “What happened?”

“Did you meet a woman last night?”

The image of a delicate beauty with flowing
hair and moss green eyes emerged from the chaos in his skull. A
body that matched his fantasies perfectly, a heat that seared his
soul. A strength that defied his logic.

“I did, yes.”

Henryk nodded. He surged to his feet with an
agility that took David by surprise and held out a hand to help him
up. “You were either very strong, or she liked you. You survived
until the dawn. That’s when the Vilas disappear.”

Slowly David got up, each twinge and ache in
his body clarifying the events of the previous night. The pleasure,
the danger, the need he had for the mysterious woman. A need that
burrowed into the deepest parts of him to rearrange his perspective
of the world and of himself.

He reached for his wrinkled, stained clothes
with fingers shaking from exhaustion. Spied his camera at the base
of a tree. “What did you call her, Henryk?”

“Vila.”

David repeated the word, the memory of the
taste of Willa’s floral scent spreading over his tongue at the same
time. “She called herself Willa. It’s not quite the same
sound.”

“She can call herself what she wants.” Henryk
shrugged. “Come, young American. I will feed you until your
strength has returned and tell you about the spirits of the forest
while you recover, yes?”

His feet leaden, David followed the old man
from the woods. The sun was a solid presence in the sky when they
finally reached the little town carved out at the edge of the tree
line. Henryk took him directly to a small cottage, a cozy shack
with a single, wide window facing the trees. A simple home.

Inside, Henryk pointed to the kitchen table
as he moved to pull a pan off a hook. “Sit, American, and we will
combine our knowledge.”

“My name is David.”

Henryk grunted, turning his back as he busied
himself with breakfast. “Tell me what happened.”

David sat with a sigh, leaning his elbows on
the table while he cupped his palms around his head. “I was in the
woods, waiting by the pond. For most of the night, there was
nothing. Then a swan came out of nowhere, flying so close to me I
felt the feathers on my face.”

“Yes, they can take that form.”

Without moving his head from his hands, David
rolled his eyes up to look at Henryk’s back. “What?”

“Shape shifters. Swans, wolves, some even say
snakes. But not natural. They will call you with voices too sweet
to resist, look at you with eyes no animal could possess, staring
down into the depths of your soul to judge whether you have enough
to satisfy them.”

“I guess I satisfied her, then.” Hot
remembrance pulsed in his groin. David turned his eyes back to the
table, gritting his teeth.

Henryk grunted. “You are alive, so I would
agree.”

Memories poured over him, the haziness fading
to discharge the truth until David was lost in a mental replay. The
clearer the events became, the more David wanted to experience them
again. After a while, a plate of steaming eggs slid beneath his
nose, calling him back to reality. The scent wafted up, reaching
inside him to grab his stomach in a brutal grip. The empty organ
growled and David realized how very hungry he was. Henryk had been
busy, a bowl of porridge and a hot cup of coffee was pushed across
the table.

“The old women, the mothers,” Henryk said
slowly as he took his seat, “tell stories of maidens in the forest.
Forever, these stories have been told.”

“To caution against the dangers of the
woods,” David said around a mouthful of eggs. “It’s the same
everywhere, stories are told to keep fools and children from making
bad decisions.”

Henryk leveled him with a fierce glare. “But
you learned for yourself the truth behind these stories, yes? These
are not merely fairy tales told to entertain the babies,
David.”

Duly chastised, David looked down into his
coffee mug. “No.”

“Maybe they are the spirits of women who died
without a baptism to cleanse their sins, or perhaps they were
simply too frivolous in life to find peace in death. Maybe they are
women who died before they married, always searching for the man
they left behind.”

David flinched. “They’re ghosts?”

Henryk’s shoulders lifted. “Some say they are
nymphs. Great warriors who control the very air, guard the waters.
Women who see into the future, see into a man’s heart. They may
choose to help you or they may choose to kill you.”

“So it could have gone the other way for me
last night?”

“Oh, yes. Some believe they will only hurt a
man in vengeance, but I know this isn’t so.” Henryk shook his head.
“There are many things people say, not all of them can be true,
yes?”

David studied the old man’s face. It was
folded into lines of sadness, his blue eyes misty with some distant
memory. “What do you believe?” he asked him.

Henryk’s brows shot up. “I believe they are
spirits of the forest, there to harm or help as they choose. I
believe they suck the essence of life from a man even as they pour
such lust into his blood that a normal woman will never again be
enough for him.”

David blinked at his host’s vehemence. “Is
that what happened to you?”

The old man looked toward the window, pain
pulling his lips into a flat line. When he spoke, it was as if from
a distance, a harsh tale he’d rather keep to himself.