Chapter Five
Iona
I led him down the winding stairs into the workshop/sanctum I’d constructed beneath the house. Like Maeve, my powers were born of the earth, and I was strongest below ground. With every step deeper, I felt strength flood into me, rejuvenating my exhausted body.
When we reached the foot of the stairs, I gestured, and dozens of candles ignited.
We stood in a massive round chamber dug in the granite hillside.
Despite the candle glow casting reflections over the natural underground pond, most of the light came from the waterfall plunging from an opening in the air.
The stream struck the water with a soft, rolling patter I’d always found soothing.
Climbing roses scaled the rock walls, competing with ivy, wisteria, and coral honeysuckle.
Beds of daffodils, Black-eyed Susans, and azaleas nestled against the granite in nooks where I painted, read, or slept.
“Damn, there’s a lot of earth magic in here,” Dearg said, turning in a slow circle. “No wonder you can keep all these flowers alive.” He stopped, his attention focusing on the waterfall. “Is that…?”
“…An Elementalverse waterfall? Yep. Gift from Maeve. She’s got a talent for creating permanent gates.” I let my head fall back and closed my eyes, soaking in the peace and power. And Dearg. I breathed in his scent, enjoying the wild taste of him on the air.
Warm fingers drifted over my face, and I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me, his sensual gaze absorbed. Stretching on my toes, I met his kiss, sighing into his mouth. He tasted like spearmint, sweet and sharp.
Not a bad idea. I pulled back and willed a taste of mint into my own mouth, then caught his black polo to pull it from his belt. He smiled, slow and wicked, and kissed me again in another head-spinning assault on my ragged self-control.
When we came up for air, he pulled off his polo and dropped it on the moss-covered ground. My breath caught as I stared shamelessly. His shoulders were as broad as his waist was narrow, and a soft, curling cloud of black hair stretched over his thick pectorals.
“How do you look bigger out of your clothes than in them?”
Dearg grinned, his eyes crinkling. “Hard work.”
“The bitches of your father’s court are dumb as bags of hair,” I told him, and sank to my knees to attack his belts -- including Breath’s -- and start stripping his pants down those long, powerful legs.
He watched me, a wicked smile quirking up one corner of his mouth.
He toed off his shoes, and we dealt with his underwear and socks.
When he was finally naked, I gave him a long, slow scan that made his long, thick cock even harder than it already was.
“Mmm,” he purred. “This is getting kinky -- a beautiful cop kneeling at my feet.”
“I’m just getting started.” I gave him my best sultry smile and slid him a pulse of my power.
His eyes widened as his cock jerked like a rearing ‘taur. “Sweet Maeve!”
“Not as sweet as I am.”
Galatyn eyes caught fire. “You’ll be even sweeter naked. I want to see you out of all that gear.”
Laughing, I stood and we went to work on the many, many straps, buttons, belts, and fabric that make up a police uniform. My duty belt creaked and jingled as we liberated me. That was a pain in the ass -- several straps secured it to the narrower pants belt beneath it.
“This thing is hung with more dangling crap than a Christmas tree,” Dearg growled, frustrated.
I laughed and bent to put the belt on the ground with the care my assorted weapons demanded. Especially the enchanted baton.
When we were both naked, Dearg pulled me into his arms. I sighed in delight, feeling my power beginning to hum in response to all that lupine masculinity.
“Gods and devils, you have a beautiful body.” I brushed my fingers over the ridges and hollows, enjoying the silken curls over hard, wolf-hot muscle.
Like most Direkind, his body temp was higher than a Sidhe’s.
Strong fingers found my chin, tilting up my face. I licked my dry lips, and he paused, a dark smile curving his mouth. “I can’t get enough of this mouth,” he murmured, and went in for another deep, lazy kiss with tongue and teeth and warm, soft lips.
I let my head fall back as he began to explore me, cupping the soft, sensitive curves of my breasts -- skipping the nipples to tease me, dammit -- tracing the line of one hipbone, caressing the curves of my ass until I was shivering in starved need.
He groaned softly and pulled me in until I was plastered against him, his cock trapped between us.
It was every bit as big as the rest of him, and I needed it.
Dearg’s opalescent eyes were burning now, magic flaring bright, his lips flushed from kisses. “Cachamwri’s Egg,” he breathed, letting his forehead rest against mine. I could feel him fighting for control as if he wanted to just push me down and mount me.
My inner demigoddess purred in hot pleasure. “Do it,” I breathed, staring into those remarkable, magic-flecked eyes. “I want you so bad, my teeth ache.”
“Not yet,” he growled, and his voice was more wolf than man. “I’m not going to rush this. It’s going to be as good for you as I can make it.”
“It’s already good for me.” Hunger rode my blood, hot and demanding as a bonfire here -- deep in the Earth, surrounded by power.
“Not as good as it’s going to be.” He swept me into a bridal carry and strode down the stone steps into the pool. His breath caught as the water’s elemental magic struck him, carried by the water swirling around his big body. Galatyn eyes widened and his lips parted. I wanted that mouth again.
I always will, a small voice told me.
We don’t get always, I warned that brittle hope. He’s the Prince of the Two Kingdoms and my mother is the goddess of batshit. But we have tonight.
Reaching up, I caught the back of his neck, twisting in his arms to swing my legs free of his hold.
He helped me maneuver until I could wrap them around him, sighing in delight as that delicious erection pressed where my pussy craved him.
“Cachamwri’s Egg,” I swore, and levered up to sample Dearg’s velvet mouth again, suckling his hot tongue and giving his lower lip a bite just hard enough to sting.
He groaned, the sound deep and rough with male lust even as my own lust intensified, burning and demanding. The water swirled, sensing the connection, and started ignoring gravity, climbing our bodies in hot, greedy streams.
His eyes widened and he looked down at the gravity-defying water, shimmering blue with magical phosphorescence. “What the Egg?”
“It gets affectionate,” I told him. “Like your sword, but less murderous.”
“Fuck, I’d hope so.” He went in for another kiss, one hand cupping my breast, teasing my nipple with delicate little strumming strokes.
I slid a hand between our bodies to find the velvet-over-steel length of his cock, balls fat and heavy in their nest of black hair.
He lifted me upward, his right arm supporting my ass as he found one nipple with his mouth, a sword-calloused thumb working the other.
As if unable to help himself, he rolled his hips, grinding against me.
When he released my nipple, his eyes were wide, a bit dazed.
“Cachamwri’s Egg, you’re beautiful.” My power told me desire was getting the better of him even as he fought it.
The thought made me feel crazed, and I clamped my legs tighter around his waist, twining my feet together to brace myself as I leaned back to let him play. The water that had climbed our bodies slid down again, slow as honey, thick and warm, heavy and sensual. Responding to our need.
Normal water might wash away the slickness of desire, but nothing about the pool was normal. It swirled and danced around us, reacting to my hunger. I ached to impale my cunt on that thick cock.
Not yet. I want to drive him as crazy as he’s driving me.
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Dearg
I suckled the warm pebble of one taut nipple, loving the taste, the wild blend of earth and magic and pussy in her scent. Any lingering reek from the crime scene had been no match for the pool that lapped around my waist, sending wet, teasing streams climbing my body.
I’m going to have to get used to this -- making love to a demigoddess. I felt drunk on Iona’s taste, desire, power. She doesn’t follow the usual rules.
Not that I gave a fuck. All I cared about was the taste and feel of her warrior’s body -- soft everywhere it should be and leanly muscled everywhere else.
Iona gasped and whimpered as she fisted her hands in my hair.
There was no artifice about her, no manipulation, and especially no taste of revulsion for the “animal” prince in her arms. Just honest desire that healed old, bitter wounds.
It made me want her as I’d never wanted anyone, even that long-ago lover who’d taught me passion.
There had never been love between Elin Wynne and me.
But with Iona, there was… something. No, not love, not so soon. Just… something.
Now I just wanted to slide into her, blast both of us into the ecstatic oblivion of orgasm. It wasn’t the love I’d Seen, but it would do.
I cast a quick spell, then lifted her onto the cushion I’d conjured, locked in place on the pond’s surface with magic. And paused, standing in the swirling phosphorescent water, letting my hunger show as I gazed at her extravagant beauty.
Iona grinned wickedly, pushing up on her elbows as she looked down that magnificent body at me. “What do you have in mind, Big Bad?”
“Thought I might eat Little Green Riding Hood.”
She laughed and gave her hips a belly dancer’s shimmy. “Got your basket of goodies right here, Wolfie.”