Spiritbound (9 page)

Grace was waking up. She opened her mouth and accepted his tongue, which was so ready to rub against hers. Her hand slid from his waist to his neck, while his slid along her back to cup her butt. With a quick manoeuvre, she was lying across him, giving his hands free access to knead her bottom. As she responded, he enjoyed the feel of her
mons
grinding against his erection. He’d said he wouldn’t do this but she wasn’t exactly protesting.

His hands slid inside her boxer shorts, revelling in the feel of her warm, firm flesh in his hands. Grace squirmed, inadvertently rubbing herself harder against him. His eyes rolled up, a groan sounding low in his throat. She was going to kill him.

He broke off the kiss and moved her to his side. His mouth dived straight to a nipple revealed through the oversized singlet she was wearing. Grace’s body stiffened and an impassioned cry escaped from her throat. The sound made him even harder. He could picture himself sliding inside her, catching her cries of ecstasy in his mouth. He switched to the other nipple. Grace surrendered herself to him, thrusting her breast so that he could reach it easily.

‘Don’t stop,’ she mumbled.

His fingers slid into her moist folds and found her clitoris. Grace cried out in a loud voice as he stroked. She was a witch, who was at one with the goddess. He could sense the sexual energy surging within her.

Oh, how he wanted to sink inside of her, but he couldn’t. He leaned his head against hers and panted. She was a virgin and it was wrong to take her like this. He’d touched a nerve and she was ready, aching with need. Vulnerable.

It had to be her choice. A rational choice, not one made in a moment of passion like this. He may not be able to seek satisfaction between her legs but he could certainly provide her first taste.

Flipping her on to her back, Declan tugged her boxer shorts lower and he kissed down her centreline, nibbling on her tight belly before burying his face in her sweet sex. She cried out again as he gently suckled, stroking her clitoris with his tongue in a rhythm that soon had her writhing and then screaming while she tugged on his hair. He held her by the hips, pleasuring her, giving her what he hoped was her first orgasm.

Her body was possessed by jerks and twitches as pleasure rippled through her. He was gratified that he had done that, brought her to climax. He climbed up her body, holding her close, as she lay languid in his arms.

It wasn’t right that such intimacy had been denied her. He’d had plenty of encounters as he grew up. Warlocks had to be able to pleasure their witches if they wanted to keep them. How sad that Grace had to wait until she was twenty-two. No wonder she was angry with him. No wonder she hadn’t wanted anything to do with him. He thought himself a jerk for taking their platonic sleepover to another level, but he couldn’t regret making her cry out like that, hearing that special sound coming from her lips. He had been well-intentioned. They had shared a touching of the minds as a child, an event that was now a distant memory that had been replaced by this one. He would treasure it always—nurture it, because he never wanted to forget what he’d been able to give her.

***

Grace still throbbed from her amazing orgasm. Where had her resolve gone? Probably with those racy dreams she was having before he woke her and chased them away. Sleeping with a platonic Declan was obviously not a good idea, unless one wanted to be driven crazy with lust. Perhaps she should have been the one to have a cold shower. She sighed. He held her so tenderly she wanted to weep.

‘Grace?’

‘Mmm.’ She didn’t want to talk. She wanted more of where that came from.

‘Grace?’ He nudged her.

She lifted herself up and rested on her side with her hand supporting her head. As she looked up into his face, shrouded in shadows, she let out a long sigh.
Goddess above and below. She was in bed with a gorgeous hunk of a man
. Who’d have thought skinny Declan Mallory would fill out so well? His father was short and sort of dumpy, so you wouldn’t have supposed it.

‘Is my honour still intact?’

‘What honour? You’re a warlock and a trickster.’

He pursed his lips.

Grace laughed. ‘Don’t worry. I could have shut you down if I wanted to.’

His eyebrows rose, a look of scepticism.

‘Look, I think we’ve gone past recriminations and well into explorations now. You’ve been exploring my anatomy so I think it’s only fair I investigate yours. I seem to recall a rather large bulge.’

A cross between a squeak and a laugh escaped him. ‘Now, Grace. You’re a virgin. I don’t want to—’

‘Oh damn.’ She sat up. ‘I’m an inconvenient virgin. That truly sucks.’

His fingers brushed the side of her face. ‘Not inconvenient, but you should save it for someone special. After all, you’ve waited this long, what’s another few days…months…’

‘Years.’

‘That’s a bit pessimistic.’

‘Is it? Oh goddess, you should live my life.’

‘Look, it’s not even about whether you’re a virgin or not. I’m not ready to settle down. I’ve got things I want to do. I wouldn’t want to give rise to expectations. I’m not the one you should share your first time with.’

‘Oh, give over all ready.’

‘I’m glad I gave you your first orgasm.’

Grace sat up in bed. ‘Are you kidding me? I’ve had plenty of those.’

‘Oh, yes. I suppose you pleasure yourself. How arrogant of me.’

‘Damn straight you’re arrogant. Madam Eloise ran me through the paces when I turned eighteen. Mother insisted, as she didn’t want me growing up to be a shrivelled up old prude. Besides, the goddess encourages us to explore our sexuality.’

‘Madam Eloise, the French witch from Nice? She was my first,’ he admitted.

‘Taught you all the tricks then,’ Grace quipped. ‘Excellent.’ Her hands dived to the sheet covering him. ‘So let’s check out this enormous and possibly painful erection of yours.’

He grabbed the sheet and covered himself. ‘Now Grace. We should talk about this.’

Grace flicked on the lamp, using her power to make it a low glow. She was really interested in seeing his equipment. She straddled his thighs and put her hands on her hips. ‘Come on then. Either we employ your equipment or you take me home right now to Randy Roger.’

‘Who?’

‘Randy Roger.’

‘Who’s that?’ His forehead creased.

‘My vibrator. It’s only small but it does the job.’

He laughed so hard he nearly knocked her off her perch. Then their eyes met and passion burned in his. Her senses slid inside for a second and she nearly choked. This was a hot man, a sensual man, and she was directly in his sights.

He sighed. ‘Of course you use a vibrator. Madam Eloise’s first lesson. Learn your own body, learn to pleasure yourself and you can give to others as well as to yourself.’

‘Yes. I have my self-pleasuring down to an art.’

‘Show me.’

Grace rocked back.
So much for teasing. Can’t stop now
. ‘On one condition. I get to check out that throbbing cock of yours.’

‘You betch ya.’

Grace stripped off her singlet. She’d lost her boxers earlier when Declan had been using his tongue so expertly. She got on all fours, butt angled in the air. She put a finger on her clitoris and stroked. Declan appeared to choke.

Then she thought she’d mind share her erotica image, the one that always brought her to climax. It was rather ribald. ‘Then there’s this.’

Declan sat up, smacked her lightly on the butt. She turned around, kneeling on the bed, facing him. ‘You want me to take you up the arse?’ he asked, titillated by the image she’d shared.

‘Declan.’ She sighed. ‘It’s a fantasy. Not real. It’s just an image, a scene that resonates with me. It’s very personal.’

Grace jerked her head in the direction of his erection. ‘Show time.’

Declan laid back against the pillow and slowly lowered the sheet. ‘Oh, by the goddess!’ Grace covered her mouth, then shook her head. ‘You’re definitely not doing me up the arse with that. It’s enormous.’

‘I’ve had my share of compliments.’

‘I’ll bet.’ She leaned in close to look at it, comparing it from different angles. She had serious doubts it would fit in any woman’s vagina, particularly hers. Yet he’d pleasured her and she wanted to return the favour. She’d never had a real flesh cock in her mouth before. Madam Eloise’s dildo was realistic but not real.

‘I think we should try stripping the bark.’

His head jerked up off the pillow. ‘What?’

Grace shrugged. ‘I’ll show you. Much easier than explaining.’

Grace attacked the side of his penis, lathing up the sides and then sucking on the way down. Declan nearly dislodged her. Perhaps Madam Eloise had not demonstrated that one to the warlocks. She did that for a few minutes, liking how his breath was ragged. ‘Now, I think we should try the vortex.’

‘Vortex?’ His voice was a harsh whisper.

Her tongue slid around the edge of his knob, going faster until she had him full in the mouth. She had to hold his erection still because he was shoving his hips up and pounding the mattress with his fists. Her senses drifted over to him, catching the images and erotic thoughts passing through his mind. She joined with them. He thought her erotic images were odd. In his mind, she drank a tank-load of him. Not quite physically possible, she was sure.

She rose up off him and licked her lips. ‘So what’s it to be? My way or the highway?’

He nodded but didn’t move. It looked like she’d have to take the initiative. When she climbed up and suspended herself above him, she did think it was going to be impossible. Her hips were small. She was rather slightly built. Rubbing his head against herself, she lined him up, ready to sink onto him. She didn’t get very far. Declan was shaking, the restraint killing him.

He was only in a short way and then she stopped. His hands grabbed her around the hips and he lifted her and then urged her down. He went a little further in. It was taking a long time. No heavy-hipped thrust, this was a gradual penetration. It didn’t hurt. It wasn’t that. It was a size thing. He groaned as she slid down him again, sinking a little further. The sound he made encouraged her slickness. It was working. They were getting into a rhythm.

She rose up and then lowered again. Looking down, she wondered how she would accommodate his length as he wasn’t all in. Once again he raised her up and then brought her down, his strength working with her weight until she was fully impaled.

Tremors overtook her. He was inside her. She couldn’t move. Staked, she was. Stretched. Full.

‘I can’t move,’ she whispered, a tad embarrassed.

Declan moved under her, an upthrust that had her looking for something to hold onto. She slid back down him and groaned. That was a spot Randy Roger never hit. He did it again and she cried out. A climax built quickly. She was losing herself to the sensation of him moving and thrusting inside her. Soon she was liquid. Declan disengaged from her and she felt so empty. He rearranged her on the bed, had her on all fours. She had to lower herself so that he could enter her. His strong hands on her hips gave her heart-thudding pleasure. His cock stroked her until she was screaming into the sheets, gripping them in her hands. She was spread so wide she couldn’t move except for where he guided her. Who would have thought a vagina could provide such pleasure?

Her senses roamed out again, seeking to touch what was leaking from his mind. He was so in the moment. His cock was the focus of intense stimulation, the feel of her buttocks hitting the tops of his thighs like clouds of lust, her dark slit a moist heaven where he could play. Those thoughts merged with her own. He came suddenly with a roar. Her scream was not only in her mind. As they flopped on the bed, she swore she could hear the echoes of their pleasure still bouncing in the rafters.

‘Oh, Grace.’

‘My thoughts exactly, Declan Mallory.’

She dimmed the light completely and they drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other.

Grace was dreaming. A rather gorgeous hunk of a man was licking her clitoris with an expert tongue. The light brightened and she became aware of the room, aware of Declan pleasuring her between her legs.

‘Oh goddess!’ was all she could manage before she climaxed. That was unexpected. She’d gone from the occasional romp with her little mechanical man to having three, or was it four close encounters of the sexual kind in a twelve-hour period.

‘Good morning,’ Declan said, plonking his head between her breasts. ‘I love to hear your heart beat like that. You make mine beat double-time.’

She ran her fingers through his hair, liking the silken feel of it. ‘You’re welcome. If word gets out you wake your sex partners up with oral sex, the stalking will increase ten-fold.’

He lifted his head and met her gaze, his expression serious. ‘You won’t tell.’

Grace shook her head. ‘No way. Our secret.’

‘Come on then. I’ll buy you breakfast on the road. I best get back home.’

‘So your parents don’t know you’re here.’

He rolled off the bed, easing both his shoulders. ‘No. I said I was going out for a while.’

‘Is everything okay at home?’

‘Sure. It’s just I’m a man, and I like to have some privacy. I think you know how intrusive families can be, and the coven too, if you don’t put up boundaries.’

Grace nodded. ‘Sure, but I’m used to it. We are very close, my mother and Elena and I.’

‘Elvira Denholm is known for her tolerance, unlike my…’

Grace stood up and cringed slightly. So lovemaking did leave traces. She quickly healed the slight tear in her tender flesh and took another step. Nothing more than stretched muscles and lack of sleep to blame for the rest. ‘Mother is a firm follower of the goddess. Sex is very important to her.’

‘But your father is gone, isn’t he?’

Grace searched the floor for her singlet and boxers. Best to give them back to Declan.

‘My father is in New Orleans at the moment. He’s met a powerful witch over there and she’s expecting a daughter. I’ll have a half-sister.’

‘So your mother finds other men to satisfy her needs?’

‘Pretty much. Although she is pretty discreet about it. She likes her privacy too, although she tells us everything.’