The Magic Queen (17 page)

And yet that blasted Freyr made her feel as though she were as dangerous as a bunny rabbit. Her lips twitched as she thought about that tempting, infuriatingly sexy male. She sighed as her three trusted servants—bodiless arms and hands—massaged the shampoo thoroughly into her hair, giving her an amazing scalp massage while they were at it.

In this strange place, Baba had found her bliss. Perhaps even Balthazar would like it. It would be a simple enough thing to bring her house here, her books, and a few seeds to cultivate the ground. She could make this work, craft a home away from home where she could escape to when the office of
Baba Yaga
became too overwhelming.

She sensed the presence of another disturbing the peace of her bath. Knowing it could only be one person, she opened her eyes and grinned as Freyr paddled her way. His movements were strong and sure, his body that beautifully golden tan she’d recently grown to love. That silvery-blond hair was plastered to the sides of his thick, strong neck and her heart pitter-pattered.

“Ah, moron, you’ve come,” she said sweetly, then giggled—Would wonders never cease?—when he splashed her with a bit of water.

Flicking it off her cheek, she rolled off her back and stuck her feet down, treading water and waiting for him to reach her side.

His gaze landed on her hair, and his brows rose. “I see you’ve found company after all. Perhaps I should leave you to it, then.” He winked.

She patted her hair, only just remembering her friends.

“Oh...” She laughed and, one by one, took them by hand, plopping them into the water to tread with their fingers as she was. “These are my soul-friends. Pay them no mind. They’re merely servants who do my biding.” Giving him a tight smile, she vanished the hands, returning them back to the realm of Kingdom.

Reaching out, he slid his warm hands around her waist and dragged her into him, his voice growing throaty and deep as he said, “You make some very interesting friends, love.”

Pulse rocketing through her chest, she tried to pretend his touch didn’t currently make her entire body quiver and laughed shakily. “Well, they’re friends now. They weren’t when they still belonged to their bodies.”

His ice-blue eyes shimmered. “I do like you, woman.”

Feeling like a giddy schoolgirl, she swallowed hard, wetting her lips. “Does that not terrify you? When I say things like that?”

He snorted, and his fingers began a slow tickling trail along the soft swell of her lower belly. Butterflies with wings tipped in steel danced a jig inside of her.

“You forget who I am.”

“A fertility god. I’ve not forgotten.”

Straight white teeth flashed as he grinned broadly. “Woman, you know what I mean. I’m a Viking, Baba. Fertility god or not, we’re a rather cutthroat cast of characters. Blood. Murder. Death, it’s like ambrosia to us.”

Planting her hands on his shoulders, she moved her lower body closer to his, feeling the hard, velvety steel of him rub along her inner thigh. She sighed, delighted that his nudity hadn’t ended at the waist. The man had come with seduction in mind, and she had no desire to stop him. Wrapping her legs around his waist so that her aching center rested at the tip of him, she smirked as his eyes widened and his fingers dug sharply into her hipbones.

“So if I told you,” she said in a heated whisper as she trekked one finger along the hard planes of his muscled back, “that I liked it—”

“I would say, so do I.”

A low, throaty growl broke from his lips, and his chest rose and fell. His pupils dilated to twice their size, and his callused palm covered her left breast as he squeezed her. She sucked in a sharp breath as heat, fire, and need tore her up from the inside

Baba had left her spells back at their tent. Otherwise, she might have crafted a tree with a large base for them to sit on so that they could get on with their seduction of one another. Neither of their feet touched bottom here. There’d be no way for them to gain the necessary leverage they’d need to bear down on one another.

Freyr’s lips curled as though he knew exactly where her thoughts had led her. And she knew without asking that though he’d not read her thoughts, he’d read her intentions clear enough, and his response would have been,
Have you forgotten who I am
?

She shook her head. “I have not forgotten.”

“Good girl,” he said in a heated whisper.

The waters began to reshape themselves. And she wasn’t doing it. This magick was his alone. The water became denser in spots so that it almost felt firm like a mattress. He was sitting, and her knees were spread wide over him, supported just fine. It was her turn to smirk.

“What’s that smile for?” he asked and then began to nuzzle the corner of her jaw, making her break out in a wash of lusty need.

“Can you make anything, Freyr?”

“For sex? Yes.”

Her thoughts ran in a million different directions. While Baba was no goddess, she was far more than merely human. Maybe it was time to show the sex god that he didn’t know
all
there was to know about bed sport. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she drew up her knees and looked him deep in the eyes. “Do you trust me?”

His eyes narrowed into thin slits as he cocked his head, wearing a look of confusion and intrigue. His fingers, which hadn’t let up in clenching her, now dug in deep enough to bruise, making her hiss. But she liked it. She’d always liked a little bit of pain with her pleasure. Finally, she read the surrender on his face.

“Yes, witch. Damn my dark heart to the deepest pits of hell, but I do.”

“Good. Then secure your wrists to this bed with your arse face up, and do not move.”

“What?” He chuckled and she shook her head as he tried to reach behind her head for a kiss.

Curious as he was, she knew he’d do it. Giving her one final look of disbelief, he did as she asked, securing himself with water bindings that held his arms above his head. His gorgeous arse and back flexed as he turned to glance at her over his shoulder.

“Going to stick a dildo up my bum? Because I’ll tell you now, woman, I’ve done it before.”

She snorted then swatted his steely glutes. He groaned, dropped his forehead on his arms, and moaned loudly.

“I’ve no doubt you’re adventurous, Frey-Frey. But you’ll not get another word out of me.”

Delighted to see him trussed up, Baba leaned back on her hands, fascinated by the play of light and shadow on his smooth, rippled flesh. Biting her lower lip, she shivered. She’d not had sex in ages. Hadn’t even missed it. Now though...she dove at him with enthusiasm, lifting his hips and spreading his thighs before wiggling underneath him so that her center and his aligned, and her feet were on either side of his face.

“
Mm
, saucy minx,” he said with a low growl, wiggling his hips so that his cock teased at her swollen lips.

It was all she could do not to just shove his hips down so that his giant cock slid in deep.
Not yet
. Right now, all she wanted to do was tease him. So she rolled her hips, causing him to roll his in kind. The air between them tingled with the release of his sex magick, making every brush of skin on skin feel electric and ten times more erotic. She gasped when his cock slid in a little, but he just as quickly pulled it out, chuckling.

“I had no idea,” he said as he looked at her over his shoulder, “that my little witch was quite so learned in the more obscure positions. The snow angel just happens to be a personal favorite of mine.”

He dipped his cock in again, and this time she released a moan so loud and guttural that her breasts vibrated with it. Freyr’s swiveling hips picked up speed. Baba was so wet for him that she was more than ready to go.

“I’ll make this real good for you, love.” He pushed in so deep that his balls pressed down on her clitoris.

Baba didn’t bother with chatter. She had her nails in his arse as was shoving him down, making him pick up speed, letting him know with a subtle touch where it felt best.

This position had always been a favorite of hers because it kept her partners at a distance, kept her from being forced to look them in their faces and feel any sort of connection other than carnal. But this time, she did it for reasons other than keeping an emotional distance from him. Baba was determined to let the fertility god know as much as he’d done, and as many partners as he’d done it with, he’d never had someone like her before.

The next thrust made her entire body flex and rush with endorphins. His cock brushed that spot deep inside of her that lit a fuse of power. He must have felt it as well, because he gasped.

She heard his teeth clench as he said, “Baba, what are—”

Always before, Baba had squashed that powder keg of power, never allowing any partner to tap into the essence of her divine. Born a nature spirit, she had the power to draw from life itself, to pump that elixir back into a mate and connect him to the wellspring of raw, primal magick.

“Oh Gods, Baba!” Freyr roared.

She began her shift, losing the corporeal form she often wore and becoming the spirit of life itself. There wasn’t much life in this realm, but it was here.
So long as one knew where to look for it.

Baba Yaga reached into the soil, the water, even the weeds, and drew deeply from them, raveling the threads of that glittering, golden force into a strand of life that grew brighter and brighter. Beneath him, she moved as wind, becoming everything and all things. She consumed his flesh, his soul, his spirit, reaching not only within herself for that bottomless spring of magick, but sharing it with him as well.

He moaned, pumping into her spirit harder and harder, slamming his heavy weight up and down as his face screwed up with an intense concentration of lust and desire.

“Baba. Baba. Baba,” he moaned, losing himself to her fire.

The winds howled as she stretched farther and farther for more and more magick, reaching up into the cosmos and drawing what she could. Baba could not keep this form long. It was too powerful and difficult to contain.

And just when she didn’t think she could take anymore, when she would fracture into a million particles of nothingness, she let go and exploded. Power slammed back into Freyr, and his back bowed as he howled and his own sex magick mingled with hers.

Baba scrambled to regain consciousness, to float back from that abyss, from absolute power, drained dry as she slowly solidified back into flesh and became form and woman once more. Dropping her head back with a thud, she panted heavily as she stared once more at the sky. Her hands grasped tight to Freyr’s arse as though for a lifeline back to reality.

“Holy hell,” he groaned minutes later, body still spasming above her with after the twitches of a mighty orgasm.

Exhausted as she was, she grinned to hear his incredulity. And then he was scrambling toward her, releasing the water from around his wrists. Gingerly taking her into his arms, he kissed her face as he rocked with her.

She giggled, feeling absolutely spent and exhausted, but also supremely satisfied. His level of delight made her think that unbelievable as it was, she’d actually managed to give him a first.

His eyes were wide as he said, “What the hell was that?”

Her lips twitched as she tenderly patted sweaty curls of his hair away from his eyes and shrugged.

“Did you like it?” She knew he’d liked it. She just wanted to hear him say it.

“Like it! I bloody loved it!” In between bouts of laughter, he peppered her cheeks, nose, eyes, and chin with kisses. “No one, and I do mean no one, has ever done that to me before. What was that?”

The excitement curling off him was palpably delightful. She curled her arms around his neck, still breathing heavily. Feeling disjointed and not completely back, she sighed, shocked to discover how at ease and whole she felt.

“I’ve lain with nature spirits aplenty,” he said and she knew he wasn’t bragging so much as stating fact. “But I’ve never had that. What was that?”

Baba was far from jealous. She accepted Freyr for who he was, just as he’d accepted her, though she’d be damned if she ever shared this male with another again. Be they male, female, or beast...Freyr was all hers. Now and forever.

She smiled. “I’ve always just called it kissing the divine.”

He cocked his head, and she knew he was wondering what that meant, considering he was a god. She patted his chest.

“You, silly idiot, just because you’re a god doesn’t mean you’ve tasted the divine. I was born of the spirits. My nature is the divine.”

“Then why are you a witch?” His eyes widened, and he shook his head as though confused. “You should bottle that stuff.”

She snorted. “I am many things, Freyr. The crone, the witch, they are only parts of me. I am known by many names. The arch-crone. The goddess of wisdom and death. Though goddess I am not. Not sure where I got that name. Then there is also the bone mother. And finally, nature. What you felt just now, that was life and nature. You kissed eternity. Did you like it?” She placed her palm on his cheek

“Did I like it? Like it!” He laughed, hugging her so tight that she let out a little
oomph
. “I bloody loved it. And here I thought I would get to teach you a thing or two.”

“Ah, the hubris of gods.”

He snorted.

And then the laughter slowly faded, and they looked into one another’s eyes with the type of powerful intensity that only came from realizing that something portentous was happening.

Baba had never tapped into the divine for another. She never would have dreamed of it because of how personal and raw and exposed it made her. It required her to strip off who she seemed to be for the creature she truly was. It meant revealing her true self. It meant being weak. Or so she’d always thought. But she did not feel weak. Baba felt powerful. Mighty.

She kissed him. And this wasn’t a sharp and brutal kiss as it’d been before. This one was slow. Gentle. Tender. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she traced his back. And then they slipped inside one another, twining and sucking. He nibbled her bottom, and she did his.