Harvest Moon: Beaux Rêve Coven, Book 4

by Devlin, Delilah

  “I don’t feel it anymore, either,” he said. “But I’m not taking the risk. I promised I’d protect you.”

  His pace didn’t slow until they entered the clearing. To the left was the large oak, the witches’ sacred tree. To the right stood the building that was still partially under construction because they kept expanding.

  Before they came to a halt in front of the steps leading into the building, men flowed from the sides of the building and through the front door.

  Ali and Ethan raced toward them, Ali extending his arms to catch her when she unwound her arms from the satyr’s torso and dropped.

  “Was there trouble?” Ethan barked out.

  “We were walking to town,” Nikon said, his chest billowing. “The air grew suddenly cold, and both of us felt a presence.”

  Ali hugged Radha against his chest. “You did right bringing her here.”

  “Were you seen?” Ethan asked.

  Nikon grimaced. “By Gus Hearn at his deer stand.”

  “Then I think we’re safe,” Ethan drawled, aware of the ferryman’s penchant for booze. “Hit the locker room and get changed.”

  Radha glanced to the side to see Nikon shake. A millisecond later, he stood nude in his human flesh and walked up the steps—after giving her a wink, because he’d caught her staring at him.

  Ali tucked a finger under her chin, raising her face. “Did you enjoy your ride?” he asked, his dark eyes narrowing.

  Radha lifted her chin away. “The phrase ‘hung like a horse’ is rattling around my brain,” she quipped.

  There was laughter around them, but Radha didn’t dare glance away from Ali. She could tell he wasn’t pleased.

  “That’s not something you see every day,” Renner said, clapping a hand on Ali’s shoulder. “A beauty riding a satyr. Wish I’d thought to take a picture.”

  “I did,” Sigurd said, grinning and holding up his iPhone.

  Ali looked beyond her, his gaze scanning the woods around them. “Do you think it was your mare?”

  “I don’t know that I have a mare,” she said. “Everyone’s assuming that’s what it is.”

  He slipped one arm behind her back and guided her up the steps. “I think you’d best stay inside from now on.”

  “I won’t be a prisoner,” Radha said, annoyed that once again the guys were making decisions for her as they’d done for all the witches when they’d first arrived. Those first weeks had been uncomfortable for all her sisters, cooped up in the B&B, their every movement monitored.

  “And we’ll add a patrol around the house,” Renner said, giving her pointed look. “No roaming in the woods.”

  She pressed her lips together to keep from blurting, But what about the Harvest Moon? She’d only sound as though she was whining. And there was no way her sisters and she would forgo the ritual. They’d simply cast glamour spells to escape to the woods. Once the oak was awakened, the Goddess would protect them.

  Ali kept silent, his lips thinning as he ushered her through the doors, down a hallway, and into a conference room, where closed them both inside. Then he stood with his arms akimbo, looking very like every Hollywood genie with his dark, furrowed eyebrows and penetrating stare.

  “We were going to do a grocery shop,” she said, then glanced around, realizing she’d lost her tote somewhere along the way. “Dammit,” she muttered under her breath.

  “And you felt a presence…”

  She nodded.

  “At any point, did you think that maybe you should have called for help?”

  His tone was so even, she started to get nervous. “I didn’t have a phone with me.”

  “Nikon did, but he was likely too excited about the idea of getting naked and having you clinging to his back to even think he should have called first.”

  “I really don’t think there was time to call,” she said, frowning. “It was close. I felt its breath.”

  He moved closer, crowding her against the edge of the long table. She reached back to brace her hands on the smooth wood. “Did you like it? Riding him?” he whispered.

  So, he was jealous. She swallowed then gave a slow nod.

  He moved swiftly, clutching her ass and lifting her to sit on the table. Then he flipped up her skirt and unbuttoned his pants.

  Was he going to do it now? Claim her? She didn’t know whether she was angry or excited. All she knew was that she was ready to feel something stretch her pussy. She’d been too long without a real fucking. If Ali was going to take her to preclude any other demon having her first, then she was all right with that, because he was the one she wanted—first and most—even though Nikon had certainly improved his standing by his wild, unfettered race through the trees. Her nipples still prickled from contact with his broad back.

  That thought made her gasp, because she’d never allowed herself to consider having more than one mate. But now that she did think about it, a quiver worked its way up her spine, and a rush of fluid wet her panties.

  He freed his cock and held her wide gaze, prodding her entrance. “You’re wet, little witch.”

  She didn’t answer, because her body did it for her, her entrance clenching against his head then opening, a juicy invitation.

  His eyes closed, and she felt him tremble against her. Then he glided through her folds, rubbing up and down, not entering.

  She whimpered in disappointment and sagged against the table.

  “What?” he asked looking down at her. “Did you want me inside you?”

  “Yes,” she hissed. Then she shook her head. “I don’t know.”

  He rubbed between her lips again then abruptly knelt and spread her with his fingers. When he thrust his tongue inside her, her nipples tingled. She wriggled to pull her apron from her body and tossed it away. Then she lifted her shirt and bared her breasts.

  With his gaze watching her fingers as she plucked and rubbed her nipples, she lifted her legs high, toes pointed, and then let them fall open, giving him room, surrendering to whatever he wanted to do, because she couldn’t take the tension winding inside her. She needed release.

  He gave her a long lick, bottom to top. “Do you like it when I make love to you, Radha?”

  “Yes,” she said, pinching her nipples and letting her jaw sag because arousal was building inside her, too quickly for her to think past the sensations—his tongue flicking her clit, his fingers thrusting into her pussy, and another digit teasing her anus. That last thing was shocking to her senses, but also tempting. If he wouldn’t fuck her pussy…

  His thumb eased inside her ass, and her muscles clamped hard around it.

  “Easy,” he whispered then speared her pussy with his tongue.

  When he licked lower, she mewed, unsure now whether she could take having him do this. Her natural modesty warred with her arousal.

  Fingers plunged into her pussy and fluid gushed from inside her, over spilling and oozing downward to the orifice he was nearing with his tongue.

  “Breathe, Radha,” he said, his chuckle a darkly sensual sound.

  “Can’t. You can’t do that,” she said, rocking her head side to side, panting now with excitement. When he pressed on either side of her opening and thrust his tongue inside her, she arched, crying out. “You can’t.”

  “I can, sweetheart. I am,” he said, kissing between her buttocks then licking her there again, moisture gathering, lubricating the long finger he thrust into her hole. With fingers filling her above and below, she felt as though her head would explode.

  He raised his head. “Nikon!”

  She heard a door open and froze. Nikon strode inside, still naked, his cock fully engorged. She turned her head to stare at him as he approached. “You were out there?”

  “Watching,” he said, tilted his head toward the mirror on one wall. “He looked angry when he brought you in here. I was only making sure he wasn’t too rough.”

  “Why is he here now?” she asked, turning back to Ali, knowing this was a strange time to have a con
versation with his fingers thrusting above and slowly stretching her below.

  “Because he loves you,” Ali said, glancing up at Nikon.

  Radha gasped.

  Nikon drew a deep breath then gave a nod before dropping his gaze to the floor.

  “And today…” Ali said, drawing her attention away from the horse-man’s large cock, “you began to wonder what having both of us would be like. Didn’t you?”

  She opened her mouth to deny it, but she couldn’t lie. Even if it destroyed her pride. “Yes.”

  Nikon glanced at her.

  She felt pinned by both their gazes. “Okay, I’ve thought about it. After I met you in your dream,” she said to Nikon. “You showed me things I never imagined possible. Never conceived of actually enjoying. And you were funny and…sexy.”

  His mouth stretched slowly, and he gave his cock a stroke with his large hand.

  “But that doesn’t mean I should have you both.”

  Ali pressed a kiss against her clit, withdrew his fingers, and then stood. “We’ll return home. Eat dinner. You need to think on what this might mean.”

  “You’re stopping? Now?” she said, her voice rising.

  Both men laughed and shared charged glances, as though they’d instantly entered a pact to drive her crazy.

  She lowered her legs and pushed down her skirt and shirt.

  Nikon stepped forward to offer his hand, but she batted it away because the only thing of his she wanted to touch was the cock leaking fluid from its eyelet hole.

  Her pussy still pulsed, and her asshole was hot. When she walked toward the door, she could feel her swollen labia between her legs.

  “Your apron,” Nikon growled and came up behind her. He held it in front of her, and she put her arms through the holes and remained still while he tied it closed in back. Before he drew away, he smoothed both of his large palms over her bottom and gave her a squeeze.

  With her face burning, she stepped into the hallway.

  Renner and Ethan were standing farther down the hallway in front of the entrance’s glass doors. Both their gazes narrowed on her face, studying her expression, before landing on the males behind her.

  “We’re sending more guards,” Ethan said to Ali. “Until your friend arrives…” His gaze landed on Radha, “and we confront whatever this thing is haunting you, you’re to remain inside with both your guards.”

  Her face flamed, because she knew he knew what was happening among them.

  “Um,” she began, but couldn’t push words past her dry throat.

  His mouth twitched. “I’ll have meals delivered from the inn.”

  She gave a nod and turned toward the doors, ready to rush out and hide for a month until her cheeks stopped burning. Which might be never. When a dark SUV pulled up in front of her, she flipped up the handle of the passenger seat in front and climbed inside.

  Warm laughter sounded from the top of the steps, but Radha didn’t dare glance their way. She was a wicked witch. A slutty, wicked witch. And she couldn’t wait to get home and get naked and see what happened next.

  Chapter 6

  Khan enjoyed watching Radha. He felt like a snake charmer, blowing his flute, moving it this way and that while he mesmerized the snake into submission.

  They’d all showered apart before meeting for dinner. Bryn had sent steaks with wild rice, asparagus, and steaming sour-dough rolls, which they finished in about twenty minutes.

  Nikon rubbed his belly. “Thought I saw a cake…”

  Radha’s eyes widened. “Um, it’s on the counter…”

  When Nikon returned with the cake and removed the cover, it took just one sniff to realize the source of Radha’s concern.

  Khan smiled. “Get us some small plates, Nikon. We’ll all have a slice.”

  When Nikon turned away, Radha kicked him under the table. “You know…”

  “Of course, I do. Ethan said he nearly choked on Bryn’s cinnamon lust cake the first time she fed it to him. Said it was heavy on cinnamon, but certainly did the trick.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Should I warn him?” he said, jutting his chin toward the satyr.

  Radha sucked her lower lip between her teeth, thinking. Maybe she was thinking that all three of them were already horny as Hel. What would happen after they ate the cake?

  She met Khan’s gaze and slowly shook her head.

  He snorted and cleared his throat as Nikon handed him the stack of plates. Then he quickly cut slices and handed the dishes to his companions. Both he and Radha watched as Nikon took a large bite and closed his eyes.

  “Damn,” he said around a mouthful of cake. “This is fucking great.”

  Radha snorted and giggled. Then she lifted her fork and took a bite.

  Khan grinned as he picked up his square with his fingers and devoured the cake in three bites.

  “Want more,” Nikon said, sliding his plate across the table.

  Radha’s eyes rounded, but she gave him another slice and finished her own with delicate bites.

  He wondered if she thought that eating slowly would somehow dampen the effect of the cake.

  When Nikon finished his second slice, he lowered his fork and pushed back his chair. He rested both arms on the table and leaned toward Radha. His cheeks were ruddy and his pupils huge. “I want some of what Khan had,” he said.

  “We all ate the same cake,” she said, her words clipped.

  Nikon shook his head. “Your pussy. My mouth. Fuck, I want your mouth on my dick. Then I want to fuck your ass.”

  “In that order?” she said, her voice rising.

  “Doesn’t matter,” he said, his expression dreamy. “I can still feel the way you gripped my chest. My nipples got hard. Did ya notice?”

  “I noticed,” she said, her voice higher still.

  “If I hadn’t been galloping, my horse dick would’ve slid right out of its sheath.”

  Radha’s eyes grew wider.

  “Oh, for fuck sake,” Khan muttered.

  “Yes, fuck,” Nikon said. “I’m already hard. Would you like to see?”

  Her lips pressed together, and then she squealed and bent at the waist. Her shoulders shook as she silently laughed.

  Khan grinned as he watched her then glanced across at Nikon who gave him a wink.

  I’ve had that cake before, the satyr mouthed.

  Relieved Nikon still had control of his faculties, Khan pushed up from the table. It was time to tempt Radha with another vision of what her future could be. One way or another, she would make a choice.

  Nikon could scarcely breathe as he followed Radha and Khan to her bedroom. Sure, he’d been there plenty of times. Knew how many steps wide and deep the room was. Knew what she looked like when she dreamed of sex, her body shallowly moving on the mattress while her fingers fluttered on her breasts and between her legs.

  He’d also experienced what it was like to be stalked inside his dreams by the sensuous witch.

  Once, she’d approached him at the large pond on his clan’s old property. He’d been throwing rocks across the smooth-as-glass surface, as he’d often done in his youth.

  “Would you like to play a game?” she’d asked, walking her fingers up his spine then coming around his front to trace the edge of his jaw.

  “You shouldn’t be here,” he’d said.

  “Because now you won’t be able to think about anything else when you see me?” she’d said, tossing back her hair. Then she bent over, far enough the midthigh skirt she wore rose to the bottom of her bare buttocks.

  His heart thudded. His cock began to unfurl inside his jeans. “What kind of game do you want to play?” he asked, hoping now that his dream version of Radha might be convinced to suck his cock. He wasn’t asking for the moon.

  She opened her palm to display five flat stones she’d picked up. “For every throw, the one with the most skips gets to ask the other to remove something.” She smiled. “You first.”

  Since this was something he’d done since childhood, he
was sure he’d win. So, he stood with his side facing the water and drew back his arm. Just as he was ready to toss the stone skimming across the surface, she reached between his legs and squeezed his balls. His stone sank without a single skip.

  Giggling, she moved away and quickly tossed her rock. It skipped ten times before sinking into the water. She glanced his way and looked him over, head to foot. “Your boots. Lose them.”

  He nearly told her “boots” was plural, and she’d have to win again to get both, but he wanted to be naked sooner, right? He toed off his boots and socks at the same time.

  Again, he turned his back to her, drew a deep breath, reached behind him to skim his stone, but she ran her cupped palm up the length of his cock, and his stone sank.

  And so, the game played out until he was naked, and she had one rock left.

  “Your turn,” she said.

  He held out his arms. “If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have any clothing left to lose.”

  “But you’re wrong,” she whispered. Her gaze skimmed his hips to his legs, and he knew what she wanted.

  He shook himself and donned his horse skin.

  Her lips pouted. “No fair. I liked distracting you and making you fail.”

  “You think I failed?” he said, stepping closer to her then glancing down into her eyes. “You touched my balls and dick. I count that as a win.”

  She held her hand aloft and opened her fingers, displaying the last stone. Then she turned her hand and let if fall. “I have questions,” she said, glancing at his horse’s body—at his withers, his haunches—when he knew what she was most curious to see.

  “Since this is a dream, I can accommodate you. If you’d like to see my horse’s penis, you’ll have to be the one to draw it down, since I can’t reach that far back,” he said slyly.

  Her eyes narrowed, but she walked along his long body, her hand petting his back until she reached his haunch.

  “Bend down. Take a look,” he asked, knowing his penis was already escaping its sheath, but wouldn’t this Dream Radha be impressed?