Christa’s Obsession (Obsessions #3)

Chapter Five

Wanda

Wanda couldn’t fight her fear as the woman—demon—claimed they were her ‘blissful one’. On some level—on every level—she had sensed that something bound her to the beautiful demon who had sat next to Dougal. Her trees had encouraged her to emerge, revealing herself at the soft lyrical voice that had danced over the branches surrounding her.

How could this be?

Why would Fate choose a demon for her? Why?

A demon.

A demon.

Shudders ran through Wanda, only now, with Christa gone, she couldn’t figure if it was from the fear or from…

No, I don’t want this.

We do, her trees whispered, their branches softening the blow by cradling her, giving her their honesty.

They hurt us.

She did not. She went to protect you, protect us, before she knew of our bond. You feel it.

A gentle hand touched her arm, and she jerked, dropping the box she continued to hold, that smelled of Christa and the sweet pastries inside. The daisies lay bruised at the base of the tree.

“It’s alright, lass,” Dougal murmured softly.

“Is it, Dougal? I… she… oh dear.” Wanda buried her face in her hands, crying, the tingling sensation from Christa’s touch continuing to resonate through her. The shock of it remained. Her lower body had reacted in a way that felt… shameful when only her trees had ever given her that feeling. She had never envisioned herself with anyone but her trees. Their touch gave her all the comfort—pleasure—she needed.

“My trees,” she sobbed, feeling she had somehow betrayed them, despite their declaration.

No, beloved. You have not betrayed us, but shared yet another gift with us.

They wrapped their branches around her, ran their leaves down her arms, working to calm her. Offering solace. They helped with the unexpected tug of desire she felt lingering at her core.

Yet underneath it, Wanda could feel their disappointment at her rejection. She couldn’t see how they could accept Christa after… Would you accept a demon?

She is yours, therefore she is ours, too. You bonded with us, all of us. Offered your heart and soul to protect us. She offers you the same. Speak with Silas, his mighty oak. They know what a gift it is to share in this way.

“Your trees understand far more than you.” Dougal’s tone was gentle, but she felt the rebuke in there all the same.

Wanda wiped her eyes, feeling the dullness of a headache looming, and lifted her gaze. “Those demons, they… touched me . Harmed my trees. Wouldn’t Christa reject me knowing that?” she voiced her thoughts.

They had sullied her.

Dougal shook his shaggy head. “I know what they did to you, lass, but that demon who just came callin’, she fought to protect you. I suspect she was prepared to fight for you before she understood what you were to her.” He tapped her hand, repeating what her trees believed. “A blissful one is a gift from Fate.” He looked so sad, but Wanda didn’t understand why.

“When you denied it, Christa listened to what you wanted. You might want to think on that, lass, because it would have given her pain.” He lifted the box and bent to retrieve the flowers. His touch caused the flower's delicate petals to heal. He placed the beautiful, scented posy on her lap. “Might as well eat what the lovely lady brought, otherwise it would be a waste now, wouldn’t it?”

Wanda lay naked, hiding in her trees, her mind full of Christa. Now that Wanda was alone, without the stunning outer layer no longer present to dazzle her, she could acknowledge the deep, inner beauty the demon possessed. She had observed Christa before she had given away her presence.

The soft curve of her cheek. How the fire had made her hair gleam like polished stone hit repeatedly by water. The swell of her breasts underneath the woolen coat. Her scent, fresh and sensual. Her eyes, when she had turned, held wonder and desire when they had caressed Wanda’s body. She had felt it resonate deep within her, even before they had touched.

She gave a mournful sigh at how those things were all Wanda could think of.

Her trees were very tactile with her, they knew her moods. They recognized before she did what she needed, from the very beginning. Her majestic peach trees were female. Wanda understood when they bonded, they would become her lovers. She never questioned it. How could she when they fed her soul with their energy through their touch? Through their life force.

A branch stroked up her thigh, the leaves tickling her flesh and bringing a rosy glow and warmth at her core. The sensual, slow build of arousal was something they loved giving her. Untold pleasure.

For Wanda, once she’d found the orchard, her love came easy. It was deep and everlasting. Tree and dryad. But she was uniquely lucky to have received the gift of four trees. Their branches, now strong, intertwined and made a space for Wanda to live inside them. She had no need for the house that sat in the orchard. Everything she required was within the branches of her trees. With a thought, and the magic she held from their bond, it gave her everything she could ever want.

She believed Silas had something similar with his oak, despite living in a house by his tree. They had never talked about it, and now she didn’t know how to broach the subject with so much going on inside her mind. Was it a betrayal to want something other than her trees to touch her?

Silas had Dakata and his oak, so she could rationalize her reaction to Christa’s touch. It no longer felt… wrong .

So wasn’t it wrong to want more than I have?

No. Leaves rustled overhead as others fluttered over the tips of her breasts.

Wanda moaned, her fingers reaching to hold a branch as others parted her thighs. She will give herself to you, to us, without question, now we have touched her. Given her a part of us.

The words didn’t sink in past the need building inside Wanda. The juice of a peach ran over her mound, between the folds of her sex. She moaned aloud, letting her trees distract her. She trembled against the leaves beneath her when the flesh of a peach stroked at her core, causing a flood of arousal to soak the fruit. The soft fuzzy skin, wet against her, left her arching up. Her sex throbbing with the need for more. Her breasts ached as smooth branches circled around the budded nipples and gently plucked them. They grew firmer with each cry of pleasure she released in their loving embrace.

We’ll give you whatever you wish for, but know that Christa will, too, they whispered together.

Wanda moaned anew at the thoughts of hands, Christa’s hands, replacing the branches and leaves of her trees. The pressure around her nipples increased, and she arched into their hold, her own desire soaking the leaves beneath her. Everywhere else, peach fuzz rubbed against her skin, massaging it. The scent of her arousal thickened in the cocooned world her branches created to protect her.

More juice trickled over her mound, the feel of it touching her throbbing clit almost unbearable, except it wasn’t enough. “Please,” she begged.

Our love, they whispered as a tiny fuzzy peach rubbed repeatedly over her clit, vibrations coming from the branch as it moved to her entrance. It teased her folds, dipping just inside, rubbing, stretching, giving her a full feeling. Her body tensed for long seconds at the gush of warmth that flooded through her, before she melted back into the bed of leaves.

The stroking never stopped while she lay there, feeling not quite as satisfied.

It’s not wrong to want more.

Isn’t it? Isn’t it greedy when I have you four?

This is not about greed, beloved. Your soul needs her as much as you need us. You will feel so much more with her, you’ll see.

Leaves ran over her body, and it tightened once more with the promise. If she could open her heart past the fear, the rewards would be beyond measure.

If she could only believe it.