by Vella Day
She chuckled, knowing full well why he asked. “You know I’m almost healed. You just want to see me naked.” She held out her right arm and wiggled her fingers. “Come here, you. I want to ply my sexual magic on you first.”
He grinned. “Is that what you’ve been using this whole time? And here I thought you were just hot.”
“You’ll have to wait and see. Take your boots off. They’re too hard to undo.”
Rye obediently unlaced them and then tugged them off. “Now what?”
“How about closing your eyes? And don’t cheat.” Izzy wasn’t sure he’d go along with her plan, but if his eyes were closed, there’d be fewer distractions—for her. She loved how his irises changed color as their lovemaking intensified. Too often she’d become mesmerized by the streaks of gold, brown, and swirls of green.
“What are you going to do?” He posed in what she called his power stance—arms crossed and his gaze cast down at her.
Izzy worked hard not to laugh. “I’m not telling. You’ll find out soon enough. Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
She smiled. “Then close your eyes.”
“You drive a hard bargain, witchy woman.” His eyes shut.
Izzy grabbed his waistband and drew him closer. “You’ll be sorry if you open them.”
His response was to laugh. The man seemed to find humor in most things—especially now that Owen Chancellor was dead.
She popped open the top button and then tugged hard, succeeding in undoing the rest of the fly. With her thumbs in his waistband, she lowered his jeans about three inches then stopped as soon as she realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. “You’re missing something.”
“Less work for you.”
Smartass. His damn thick thighs made removing his jeans nearly impossible. “Can you help?”
With his lips pressed together, he stepped out of them, and the splendor of his cock nearly took her breath away. If she ever saw or spoke with Naliana again, she’d have to thank her for bringing the two of them together.
“You just going to stare, or are you going to touch it?”
Izzy glanced up, but his eyes were closed. “I wasn’t even looking at you.”
“Maybe not, but you were thinking about it.”
He knew her too well. “For your information, I’m going to suck it dry.”
Rye grabbed his cock. “Be careful. It’s the only one I got.”
She grinned and leaned over. With the lightest touch possible, she traced a path around the puckered rim of the tip. He growled, reached out, and grabbed a hunk of her hair. Ah, ha. The more time they spent making love, the better she was at understanding exactly what drove him crazy.
Giving him pleasure was her ultimate goal, which meant a delicate technique was needed so as not to excite him too much. She didn’t want him shifting. Abandoning her brushing-tongue technique, Izzy drew him deep into her mouth. Pleasure flared.
“If I go off like a firecracker, it will be your fault,” he ground out.
“You’re stronger than that.”
Rye grunted. “No man can withstand this kind of torture.”
He was so good for her ego. “Better get used to it,” she telepathed.
With one hand, she stroked his dick, and with the other, she held him close. Loving his earthy flavor, she swirled her tongue as she bobbed her head up and down.
“If you keep it up, I won’t be able to stop.”
She didn’t believe him. Izzy increased the pressure and pumped her fist faster. Rye tugged on her hair and stepped closer. A second later, he blew. Well damn.
Chapter Twenty
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“Told you not to keep sucking on my dick like that.”
Izzy was the first to admit that women were lucky to have the ability to climax time and time again, while men had to wait between releases—though Rye sure was super quick to recover. In fact, his cock was still hard.
He slipped off her sandals, undid her shorts, and tugged them off, taking her panties with them.
“Did you even look at them?” Izzy tossed him her best pout. “I put on leopard skin undies just for you.”
His eyes glowed. “I notice everything about you. Does your bra match?”
“Take a look and see.”
As if she was on fire, he lifted off her shirt, unclasped her bra, and flung it across the bed. “Nice.”
“See if I wear sexy stuff for you anymore.”
Rye dragged a finger down her cheek and her skin ignited. “I want the woman inside. I don’t care what she’s wearing or even if she has makeup on. Like I said before, it doesn’t matter if you can turn into a turtle, a bear, or a wolf. As long as you’re happy being with me, that’s all that counts.”
Once more, his words melted her. “I’m very happy, but I’ll be even more so when I have that big cock of yours inside me.”
He laughed. “And here I thought you were this shy, sheltered girl.”
She clasped his head and pulled him close.”
“What are you waiting for?” She sure did enjoy this telepathy thing. To hell with being able to send fire across her path or control water and air.
The kiss that followed would have knocked the proverbial socks off her had she been wearing any. They’d admitted how much they loved each other, and this time it wasn’t under duress. The intensity of the kiss proved it. She explored as he probed. Only when they both needed air, did they break the kiss.
“You’re looking mighty blue,” he said.
“The bigger the ring, the more turned on I am.”
“Then let’s see if you can fill the room.”
Izzy loved the way he thought. “Go ahead and try.”
Rye slid between her legs, and when he captured a nipple and pulled it taut, she thought she’d shift. Power surged through her, forcing her to arch her back for more, and she wove her fingers through his hair and growled.
He glanced up then returned his attention to her other breast. Rye rolled to one side without breaking the connection and slipped a finger into her wet hole. With him out of hair-tugging reach, she dug her nails into his one shoulder and clawed the sheet with the other. “That’s so intense,” she said, her blue glow growing brighter.
Her comment seemed to urge him on. A second finger slipped in, and she almost came.
“Don’t you dare climax on me,” he commanded. “I want us to share this monumental event together.”
Don’t come? “Easy for you to say now that you’re the one in control.” As he wiggled his fingers back and forth, waves upon waves of erotic lust washed over her. “Lick me,” she gasped.
Rye slid lower. Slower than the movement of glacial ice, he licked her long and hard. “Feel good?”
“Bastard.”
Rye chuckled, but he didn’t let up on the pressure. Nabbing one breast with his hand, he twisted the nipple, sending more spikes of bliss across her whole body. Between his tongue doing a dance on her clit and his fingers playing music on her tit, she was about to burst.
“Hurry!”
Hair had sprouted on his arms, and he seemed close to the edge himself. “I will, but only because I want to make you happy.”
“How about, only because you’re about to shift?”
He looked up, winked, and then scooted next to her before rolling onto his back. “Climb on and work your magic, my beautiful, witchy woman.” Rye lifted his cock.
“You don’t need to persuade me.”
Izzy climbed on top. She was so wet it made Silver Lake look dry. Grabbing onto his dick, she guided his shaft to her opening. In an attempt to further excite him, along with herself, she only eased down partway. The friction on her inner walls, together with the change in his eyes made her lose control. When she tried to take in all of him, he’d managed to expand his cock, preventing her from encompassing his wide girth. Now who had the magic?
Widening her legs and leaning a little forward, she attempted once more to take him i
n. Rye clamped his fingers on her good hip. “I love how tight you are.”
“It’s because you’re so big.”
She had to wait until her inner walls stopped throbbing before she lifted off him. Once more poised above him, she leaned over to offer him her tits. Rye let go of her hip and latched onto both breasts. He pressed his face in between them while he pushed them together. Izzy slid down on his dick until he filled her to the hilt. Dear goddess in heaven.
Streaks of pleasure rippled in every direction as he stretched her to the max. She had to open her mouth to suck in more oxygen. “Kiss me.”
Rye lifted his head and parted his lips. The second the kiss started, she lost all control. Her envelope of lust, passion, and love grew larger and larger until they were both cocooned inside. Their tongues collided and dueled as Rye took hold of her hip again and pounded into her. Her head swam, and her body heated. Lost in a vortex of pure desire, Izzy released her grasp on all she’d ever known and became one with him.
He broke the kiss, and then dragged his lips to her shoulder. The second his long incisors sunk into her neck, her climax descended and her bursts of light darted inside her blue globe. Flying higher than ever before, Rye’s cock erupted and widened her passageway even more. She closed her eyes to absorb his essence and drink in all of his goodness.
With his arms wrapped around her back, he drew her close. Chest to chest, she allowed her muscles to give way and eventually slide into oblivion. At that moment, Izzy had never been happier. Sometime later, her blue glow finally dimmed.
He tapped her butt. “You want to go check out the moon?”
Izzy tried to lift her head, but it felt like it weighed twenty pounds. “Now?”
“Why not?”
She couldn’t come up with a good reason. “If by some chance my powers were transferred to you during mating, I want to teach you how to do at least one thing, and tonight’s as good as any.”
“Really?” He rolled her onto her back then withdrew. “Let me clean us up.”
He was back in a flash with a towel, and his enthusiasm helped spark her desire to go for it all. Both dressed quickly and were out the door before she realized they hadn’t brought a flashlight. To her delight though, not only was the moon lighting their path, her eyes didn’t have a problem seeing in the evening light.
Hand in hand, they walked on the path surrounding the lake, and then cut up through the trees toward the water’s edge. She stopped in her tracks at the sight before her. With the moonlight glimmering off the water like silver ribbons swimming across the surface, it was more beautiful than ever before. No matter how many times she stood in front of the lake, she didn’t think she’d ever tire of seeing its magnificence. “It’s so incredible. I can see why your Clan chose to settle here.”
“It has a magic of its own. Did you know the bottom is lined with pink quartz?”
That was the Wendayan’s precious stone that had powers even she couldn’t fathom. “I’d heard the rumor. Has anyone in town asked to mine it?”
“Not that I know of, but I doubt they understand its value.” He squeezed her hand. “Let’s head on over to my rock and see if you can teach an old dog a new trick.”
Izzy leaned against Rye. She loved his humor and his need for adventure. “I’ve never taught anyone before. From what I’ve been told, either you have the magic or you don’t.”
“If our mating didn’t transfer your magic to me, I’m okay with that.”
He was being such a good sport. “Let me see what you can do before I attempt to shift. It’s possible any abilities you’ve received might disappear along with mine.”
Rye wrapped his arms around her. “Stop worrying about it. As long as I’m with you, I’m good. To have it even for one night would be a thrill.”
“What would happen if you ever lost your ability to shift?”
He was silent for a moment. “That’s a tough one. I imagine my parents wouldn’t be too happy, as I would no longer be fit to be the Alpha, but I’ll deal with whatever the consequences may be. Gotta take chances if you want to gain something.”
She kissed him. “When did you become so wise?”
“When I met you.”
Joy and love filled her. “Okay, let’s give this a try.” Izzy picked up his hand and folded his fingers in the same manner her father had taught her. “It might be better if we face the water.”
He chuckled. “So we don’t set the forest on fire?”
“Yes.” Izzy demonstrated her technique and explained how she shot fire out of her palm. “Be sure to close the fingers slowly in order to improve your aim. Now you try it.”
He glanced over at her, and then up at the moon. “Here goes, but don’t laugh if I can’t do this.”
“Never.” She probably couldn’t shift either.
Rye held out his hand, and when he closed his fingers, a spark flew out and fluttered a few feet before extinguishing. “Did you see that?” He acted like a kid at Christmas.
“Yes. It means you can do it. Curve your fingers a little more and concentrate on the heat and color of the flame.”
Rye inhaled and tried again. This time the flame shot out about a foot. “That’s fantastic.” He faced her. “I’m going to practice every night until I get better.”
“I hope you can. I honestly have no idea what you’ll be capable of. Want to see if you can create a water spout?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
Once more, she instructed him, but after several tries all Rye could do was make small ripples across the water. “It’s a start,” she said sensing his disappointment.
He lifted her up and swung her around. “I don’t care if I never improve. I was able to experience what made you who you are. If I can do nothing tomorrow at least I had it once.”
Her eyes watered at his sentiment. “Aw. That’s so sweet. Tell me what I need to do to shift.”
“Are you sure?”
She’d never been surer of anything in her life. “Yes.”
“Okay then. I’ve never had to teach anyone either, but I remember what my father told me. He said to envision my inner wolf, and once I’ve connected with it to start running. Your vision will turn black, but only for a moment. Your bones will crack and the first time you shift, you’ll think you’re being pulled apart, but don’t worry, it gets easier the next time.”
“How do I turn back?”
“Just think of your human self and it will happen.”
If it didn’t work, she’d really be in trouble. “I guess I need to get naked, right?”
Rye approached and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Yes, but be thankful I’m in a generous mood.”
“What does that mean?” From the cheer in his voice, she could guess.
“Once you’re naked, I’ll want to mate with you again.”
Izzy punched him in the chest with her uninjured arm. “You’re lucky I don’t create a tornado while I still can and send your ass into the middle of the lake.”
He laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll be good. I know how much this means to you.”
They both undressed and placed their clothes at the base of the rock. “So I just think about the wolf inside me and start running?” she asked.
Bones cracked and fur flew. Two seconds later, Rye was in his wolf form. His paws landed on her hips, and then he took off. Izzy followed. At first, she had to hold her tits to keep them from bouncing. She lasered her focus on Rye and how wonderful it would be to become a wolf. No sooner had that thought entered her head than pain overtook her entire body. Her vision blurred then turned a dark gray, but somehow she could still see through the fog. It was like she was directing a movie where she had the starring role.
Before her mind could wrap itself around the whole concept of becoming an animal, she was inches from the ground. Holy hell. She did it! Rye howled.
“Follow me,” he telepathed.
Good goddess. They could communicate even in wolf form. Totally free f
or the first time in her life, Izzy took off after Rye. He leapt onto a rock and she jumped up after him as if she’d been a wolf her whole life. He darted down the other side then zigzagged around the trees. The pine floor was sweeter than she ever remembered and the air cleaner. All of her senses appeared to have tripled in intensity.
Rye returned to the lake and waited for her. All of a sudden, he shifted into his human form, and Izzy wanted to do the same. He’d said to picture it, and the shift would happen. Suddenly, her bones stretched and cracked. Disoriented for a moment, she suddenly was back, and relief poured through her.
“Well?” he asked.
“I have no words other than amazing, fantastic, exhilarating.”
Rye lifted her up, stepped closer to the water, and tossed her into the lake. The cold shocked more than chilled her. “Why did you do that?” she asked after surfacing.
He laughed. “Initiation ceremony.”
“I’ll show you an initiation.” Hoping she still had her powers, she formed a wind tunnel around Rye and drew him toward her, totally ignoring his protests. She then lifted up the funnel, moved it over the lake, and when she let go, he sunk like a rock.
When he didn’t surface, her pulse raced even though she didn’t sense he was in danger. Izzy swam toward the drop location, and suddenly, a hand yanked on her ankle and pulled her underwater.
Rye’s face appeared inches from her. He grabbed her by the waist and shot them to the surface. His lips found hers, and their kiss under the white moon was one to remember.
He broke the contact. “Let’s swim ashore and change.”
When they reached land, Rye hopped out onto firm ground and held out his hands. Without thinking, she gave him both of hers and he tugged her to her feet. Whoa. The pain in her arm was gone. She rubbed the area on her shoulder where she’d been shot but could barely feel anything.
“Your wolf healed you in case you’re wondering,” he said.
Only then did it occur to her that when she was in her wolf form, she’d been able to run without a limp. “That’s incredible.”
“What’s incredible was that I was able to fulfill my childhood dream of becoming a dragon. I’ll overlook the fact that fire didn’t come out of my mouth.”