Lured From the Path (5 page)

She licked it away. “Willa isn’t here. We
are. We are just as beautiful.”

“Yes,” David cleared his throat, “but she’s
the one I want.”

Her eyes flashed, her fingers clamped around
him. Instead of pain, David felt only a swamping compulsion for
more. But it wasn’t
her
pretty mouth he wanted to drive into, it wasn’t
her
scent
that haunted his dreams. Violet eyes couldn’t possibly hold as much
innocent appeal as moss green.

“Why her?”

David gritted his teeth. “She was sweet, kind
to me. She brought me pleasure.”

“She feasted on your essence, rode your cock
until your soul cracked like a nut and left you for dead.”

He shook his head. “She didn’t hurt me. She
could have killed me, I know that now, but she didn’t.”

Violet eyes glowed in the moonlight. “You’ll
wish she did.”

“He won’t! And you’ll take your hands off him
now
. He’s
mine.”

The sweet voice like tinkling bells swept
through the clearing on an angry gust of wind. David’s cock jumped,
growing harder, longer, in the other woman’s grip. Every nerve in
his body hummed, his muscles locked around his bones. He looked
over his shoulder and saw her, standing at the edge of the trees,
honey hair dancing around her gloriously naked body like a
cloak.

She strode forward as if she were marching
into battle, but the sensuality of her hips and breasts struck a
penetrating cord of femininity. The moon loved her as much as
David, flowing over her body in a way the other women couldn’t
compete with. She was beauty incarnate, the answer to his
fantasies, his ideal.

His Willa.

The Vila released David slowly, torturing him
with a long, slow pull that had his cock flexing in supplication.
As she lifted to her feet, she made certain to drag the
diamond-hard points of her nipples over his body, pushing her
sisters out of her way as she pressed against his chest.

“You still think she’s sweet?” she breathed
over his lips.

“Yes,” he said. “She’s the one I want, and
she wants me.”

Wind ripped around them, gusting with each of
Willa’s steps forward. “Get off of him!”

The black-haired Vila pushed away from him,
spinning to face her rival. Wind roared through the clearing, the
twisted pines bent to the ground. The grass rippled under David’s
feet as tingling pressure thickened the atmosphere. The ground
shook and rolled. He staggered back.

Fear clawed at his gut. The other Vilas
scrambled for the cover of the woods as the two women studied each
other, anger riding both their faces. The speed of the air picked
up, reaching the force of a hurricane. A thick branch flew past his
head and David huddled into himself, protecting his body from the
debris swirling around him.

“What will you do with him?” the black-haired
Vila screamed above the wind. “He will keep coming, he will look
for ways to tie you to his side. Is that what you want?”

“I want him. I will take care of him.” Willa
stomped her foot and the ground rolled, shuddering with her
rage.

“How?”

Willa’s hands flew out to either side. She
lifted her chin and moonlight caught in her eyes, revealing regret.
“I’ll take him to the lake and keep him with me.”

Tension piled upon itself. The trees moaned
and cackled, the night screamed a warning. The very earth beneath
his feet rumbled a protest. The women held still, spines rigid,
fists clenched, gazes locked for an eternity. David’s nerves
stretched to the breaking point, fear and obsession boiling in his
belly. Then the wind died abruptly and the ground stopped
shaking.

Henryk’s Vila blinked, nodding to Willa in
calm acceptance. “All right. He is yours. Take him to the
lake.”

Willa rushed around the other woman, reaching
for David. He clutched at her hand, his fear dying and the full
fury of his need returning the instant his skin met hers. A sense
of peace stole over his mind while urgency raced through his body.
His cock thickened again, his abdominal muscles flickered. Willa
ran a hot hand down his chest, soothing him even as she struck
craving into his bones.

“Come.”

As before, he followed her. She led him with
a sweet song and the hold she maintained on his fingers. His head
hazed, all doubts falling away as the scent of her skin filled his
nose, as the heat of her hand filled his palm. Adrenaline lingered,
adding a sharp edge to the pulsing demand in the heavy sac between
his legs, growing more sensitized with every quick step deeper into
the forest.

“Who was that?” he asked.

“The leader of us all. She protects us.”

“My friend Henryk has met her before.” David
shook his head, struggling to think past the sound of her soft hum.
“She killed his friend but let him live. You let me live,
Willa.”

Sadness washed her features when she looked
back at him. “I let you leave, but you came back. If I let you
leave again, will you return tomorrow?”

“Yes,” he agreed immediately. “I would come
whenever you asked me to.”

She closed her eyes as she turned away. “I
didn’t ask you to come tonight, yet you are here.”

“I needed to see you.”

Confusion sent a wave of cold to battle the
heat of his need for her. She was there with him, holding his hand
and leading him farther into the woods, but she was sad.
Disappointed in him, even. He couldn’t understand why.

She tightened her fingers around his. “I know
the stories told of us. We are not monsters. We don’t kill every
traveler through these woods and we don’t call to every man.”

“Why did you let me live, Willa?”

She laughed at that, her sorrow chased away
by his genuine bewilderment. “I think you are a good man, a
beautiful man. You let me do what I wished to you and you gave me
great pleasure.”

“You called to me that night.”

“I wanted you.” She pulled him to a stop on
the edge of a placid lake, much bigger than the pond where he’d
first seen the swan.

“What are you, Willa? A nymph, a ghost?”

She didn’t answer, pressing her mouth to his,
instead. Like magic, his questions disappeared when he felt her
lithe body sink against his own. Delicate hands stroked his skin,
building the banked fires under the surface. He couldn’t hold a
thought when she was so close, holding his senses captive.

He opened his lips to her, groaning at the
wet heat of her tongue as she invaded. Her kiss claimed him in ways
he never expected, striking like a flint against every desire he
had. She licked and flicked, teasing him as she drew him on,
sucking on his lower lip until a rough gasp tore from his
mouth.

He wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled
closer, fitting her hips to his and trapping his cock between them.
The softness of her belly impressed the sensitive underside of his
length, whipping at the urgency left behind by his faded fear. He
ran his hands over her back, loving the silk of her hair and skin
as he drove his palms down to catch her bottom, tugging her ever
harder against him.

His obsession with her wouldn’t let him take
his time. Not like their first meeting, when the night stretched on
forever and pleasure was drawn out until it wrapped every sense and
thickened the air around them. Now he was compelled to have
her.

He slid his fingers over the curves he found,
indelibly stamping the softness of her on his psyche. Reaching
farther, he found the humid entrance of her body and pushed beyond,
sliding his fingers over her satin folds. She moaned into his
mouth, wriggling closer, spreading her thighs to grant him better
access.

He stroked over her as her cream welled from
her body to slick his fingers. Her hand delved between them to
capture his cock in a tight hold he knew he’d die without. She
fondled him, he rubbed her clit. They moved together as the flames
climbed higher, hips paired in a dance to a tune only they could
hear.

He let her claim his mouth as his hand worked
between her thighs. She rose to her toes, driving the pads of his
fingers over her swollen clit as her tongue surged deep. Her mouth
worked at his, and David tasted a hint of desperation and apology.
She matched the rocking of her hips to the motion of her tongue,
sliding over him in all ways, and his vague doubts fractured into
bliss.

Reluctantly releasing the quivering lure of
her clit, David dragged his fingers back through the thick fluid
saturating her folds. He circled her entrance, teasing her with a
gentle pressure until her nails dug into his chest. Surrendering to
her desire, he pushed into her, deep and hard, her body easing
around his entry with honeyed greed.

Delicate muscles clamped tight, rippled
fiercely. Willa threw back her head on a moan, her fingers closing
around the head of his cock. The way she moved her hand sent sharp
carnality spiking down to his balls. He rubbed his fingers against
her inner walls and had the extreme satisfaction of feeling her
pussy liquefy against his skin.

With a sharp breath, Willa stepped back.
David pulled his fingers from her body, immediately lifting his
hand to his mouth to suck the earthy taste of woman, flowers and
pine from his knuckles. Her eyes widened, darkened in an expression
that sent flaming delight spinning through his groin.

She drew another hard breath, anchoring his
attention to her pebble-hard nipples. Deep red and lush, perfect
for his mouth, David couldn’t resist their allure. He lowered his
head to suck her nipple into his mouth, pulling on it fiercely as
the heat of her skin burned his tongue. He loved it, wanted more.
Needed more.

Her fingers clutched him close for a moment
before pushing him away. “My desire for you is great,” she
whispered.

“And mine for you.” He looked at her,
uncaring that the torture he’d felt was shining in his eyes. “You
don’t know what it’s been like, wanting you so badly but not being
here with you.”

“I know what it is like to be without the one
your heart cries for, but you are here now and I will keep you.
Lift me to you and fill me.”

He obeyed immediately. Filling his palms with
the sweet curves of her ass, he lifted her as he spread her. Her
thighs tensed as she wrapped her legs around his waist, arching
against his cock as he notched it between her slippery folds.

The heat of her stripped his mind of all but
her silken skin, the feel of her pulsing clit against his flesh,
the tiny spasms working the opening of her pussy where it pressed
to his shaft. There was little time to revel in the sensations. She
reached down to grip him, angling him to her entrance. He nudged
into her, feeling her stretch for him, bathing his tip in her
juices as they ran from her body.

One hand gripped his shoulder, the other held
the base of his dick. Willa threw back her head, hips churning
against the crest of his cock, holding him still as she pleasured
herself with his flesh. Nerves buried deep inside his body jolted
at the sight, at the feel of her tiny movements against him, the
subtle sucking of her pussy as her body begged for penetration.

Just as he thought he’d truly lose his mind,
she tucked him closer and slid down. The strength in her legs
soldered their bodies together as David surged deep. Wet, hot satin
folded around him, small ripples working over his length, spearing
into him, until he couldn’t tell if they came from him or from
her.

She seated herself on him, wriggling until he
could go no farther. He was clamped in a tight vise, sensation
spiraling up his cock with every breath he took. She tensed her
muscles, holding him deep, torturing them both, and looked up into
his eyes.

She smiled sweetly. “Take me into the
lake.

Only strength of will got them where she
wanted them. He stumbled and staggered, gasping as his steps
jostled her, bounced her on his flesh. The cold water lapped his
ankles, then his knees, continued rising higher as she urged him
deeper. The temperature couldn’t cool his lust though, not with her
hot pussy imprisoning his length and her springtime scent filling
his head.

Chest deep, she stopped him by lifting up off
him. Cold water rushed around his cock as it left her heat,
layering into the sensations, adding to his need. She sank back
down, eradicating the coolness. Again and again, she lifted and
fell, intoxicating him with the alternating temperatures of hot and
cold. His body jerked in anticipation of her descent, his balls,
already tight and humming, drew up so close to his body that her
warm folds caressed them with every return.

He lost all sense of time. He held her as she
moved on him, set the tempo and claimed him. He was enthralled with
the movement of her breasts in the water, her hard nipples breaking
the surface, only to have the lake lick over them as she sank back
down.

The muscles in his stomach felt as if they
were ripping apart in the most delightful way. His spine melted
into the small of his back. His motions were limited, sending his
pleasure higher, whipping his urgency into a frenzied beast. He was
shredded from within, his fingers clamped around her ass, her pussy
clamped around his cock. He eagerly traded his sanity for the
ecstasy she offered.

David felt the change in her, the fine tremor
that worked down her spine, the surge of heat in her pussy. She
slammed down onto him, her hips molding to his, rotating and
rubbing, whirling faster as she angled her clit against his
groin.

“I am keeping you,” she panted. “I am
claiming you, and you will stay with me forever.”

In perfect agreement, he held his silence. He
clutched her tightly as electrical currents ripped from his skull
to his thighs. His toes curled into the silt beneath his feet, his
arms shook. Willa took his mouth in a brutal kiss, wringing every
ounce of bliss from his lips that she could.