Romancing the Banshee

by Alecia Monaco

  Declan tossed on the futon, kicking his blanket onto the floor. He woke, sitting bolt upright when a strike of lightning crashed outside the living room window.

  He screwed an eye open and saw rain pounding against the window. Thunder rolled in the distance, and lightning joined the ambient glow of the city to fill the apartment with a pale illumination.

  The clock hanging over the entertainment center read 2:11 AM. He’d been sleeping for hours, having fitful dreams of Aisling mixed with leprechaun inspired nightmares.

  Aisling. His head turned involuntarily to the bedroom door. Had the storm awakened her too?

  He stood up and raked a hand through his hair before shuffling to the bedroom door. He pressed his ear against it.

  Nothing.

  He turned the knob and opened the door with a faint creak. Blinking, he saw that Aisling had raised the blinds on the row of windows that looked out over Long Island Sound.

  But it wasn’t the blast of lightning cutting a jagged path across the dark sky that made his breath hitch in his throat. It was Aisling, her form bathed in smoky light from the exposed windows.

  She had on a black silky nightgown, held up by the thinnest of spaghetti straps on her milk white shoulders. It barely skimmed the top of her thighs, leaving him to imagine what she wore under it. It was the kind of sleepwear made to hit the floor. Her frost colored hair hung unbound, almost to her rear end. An impulse stronger than reason took hold of him, building with every passing second like the gathering winds swirling around the building.

  Hearing him, she turned just as another crash of thunder and lightning collided outside. “It’s storming.” She parted her lips to say more, then stopped.

  But he wasn’t stopping. Not this time.

  He crossed the room to her.

  She gasped when he picked her up, cradling her against his chest. Thunder sounded like a sonic boom, and lightning threw her startled face into sharp relief.

  “What’s happening?” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “I’m going to have you or die trying.” He carried her over to the bed and sat her on the edge of it. Kneeling before her on the floor, he cupped her face with his hands.

  “If someone from the fairy realm sees to it that I’m dead tomorrow, I want to go having made love to you first.” His lips sought hers, finding them warm and willing beneath his. “Give me this tonight, and I promise I won’t disappoint you.”

  She twined her fingers through his hair. “You couldn’t if you tried.”

  He joined her on the bed, parting her legs with his hands and easing himself down between them. Looking down at her, he drank in every facet of her beauty, memorizing her eyes, her lips, her face, her hair.

  “What are you doing?” She traced his lips with her fingers.

  “Burning you into my mind.” He braced himself with his elbows and gripped her shoulders. “I never want to forget a single second of this night.”

  He tugged down the straps of her nightgown, kissing her bare shoulders. She shifted beneath him, wrapping one leg around his.

  This was actually going to happen. He had one chance to brand her, to claim her for his own, and the moment had finally arrived.

  ———

  Aisling’s heart beat faster than it ever had in her long life. The man she’d fallen for at first sight was about to make love to her.

  He pulled back from her, kneeling between her legs. He caressed her inner thighs, tracing small circles that went higher and higher, toward the center of her pulsing desire.

  “This is beautiful.” He rubbed the hem of her nightgown between his fingers.

  “Thank you.” She took a shaky breath.

  “But it’s got to come off.” With that, he pushed it up until her breasts were unveiled for his viewing.

  Her nipples hardened, growing painfully sensitive, and a pool of wet heat saturated the thin fabric of her black thong panties. A bulge formed in the front of his pajama bottoms, and she reached for it, stroking it through the fabric with a tentative hand.

  He moaned her name and placed his hand over hers, guiding her strokes. He found her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers while his erection lengthened beneath her hand.

  “Too many clothes.” He helped her to rise up so he could pull her nightgown over her head, leaving her naked except for the thong. He put her hands on his hips, and she grasped the waist of his pajamas, yanking them down and setting his hardened cock free.

  She stared, shocked by the size of him. He kicked his way out of his pajama bottoms, leaving them to join her nightgown on the floor, then returned his gaze to her face.

  “Don’t look so scared, Aisling.” He took her hand in his and wrapped it around his shaft. “This is going to be beautiful, I promise.”

  “You’re so big.” She let him guide her hand up and down his cock, showing her his rhythm. He felt like satin and steel. His entire body was a work of art, from his broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips, his abs bisected by a trail of dark hair, hard muscle covered with smooth skin.

  She could never tire of looking at him, touching him.

  “You turn me on so much that I’ve doubled in size.” He gently removed her hand from his cock and lowered himself to her. “But enough about me…”

  She giggled, welcoming the weight of his body on hers.

  “Let’s talk about you.” He supported his weight with his elbows, leaving his hands free to cup her breasts. “And how you have the most exquisite pair of breasts I’ve ever seen.” He cradled the undersides, lifting them to capture a nipple with his mouth.

  She let out a broken moan. He lavished the stiffened peak, then pushed it upwards with his tongue, the sweet torture with his mouth a potent mix of pleasure and painful anticipation.

  He turned his attention to her other breast, his tongue fluttering over the sensitized tip of her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. She ran her fingers through his silky dark hair, tugging it when the sensations grew too intense. Her hips rose toward his, undulating in a steady motion of arousal.

  He took his mouth from her nipple, leaving it reddened and unbearably hard. Inching between her legs, he hooked the sides of her panties with his thumbs, and pulled them down.

  When he exposed her sex, he let out a whispered expletive. She propped herself up on her elbows, tracking his gaze to her mound.

  He looked up at her, his eyes revealing surprise. “Don’t tell me they have Brazilian waxes in the fairy realm.”

  “Banshees don’t need them.” Her wetness increased beneath his gaze.

  “Forget the keening.” He ran a hand over her smooth mound, parting her slick folds with his thumb and index finger. “You could kill a man just by showing him this.” He murmured another curse and lowered his head until his cheek touched the soft skin of her pussy.

  She held her breath, going dizzy when he stroked his stubble roughened chin and jaw against her bare outer lips. When he parted them with his hands, she threw her head back on the pillow, embarrassment warring with excitement.

  “You are so perfect.” He sighed, stroking a thumb over the aching bud between her legs. “You have the most beautiful clit.” He circled it with his thumb, eliciting a whimper from her. “It’s like a ripe, juicy little berry that I just want to lick…”

  He followed his words with the corresponding action.

  “And suck.” He took her clitoris into his mouth, rubbing it between his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

  She spread her legs further apart, all reticence fleeing at the feel of his mouth on her clit. He made her mindless, a slave to her body’s commands, her hips pumping to meet the ministrations of his tongue.

  Tension wound itself inside her, threatening to burst. “You’re going to make me climax all by myself.” She managed to get the words out between broken breaths.

  He trailed a row of kisses on her outer lips.

  “I want us to come together.” She reached down and tugged on
his wrist. “And I want to have you inside me when I climax.”

  “I want that too.” He arranged himself on top of her, letting the tip of his cock tease her clit as his tongue teased her lips. “I want to feel you around me when you come.” He grasped her breasts with his hands, kneading them with his fingers. “I want to feel every spasm…” He positioned his cock at her entrance, barely breaching her pussy.

  “Every flicker…” He pushed the head of his shaft into her, and she drew a deep breath.

  “Every tightening clench around my cock.” He slid further into her, until the thatch of dark hair around the base of his erection brushed her smooth sex like angel kisses.

  He clutched her breasts, holding onto them like lifelines in a maelstrom. “I want to be inside you all the way.” A rasping moan of pleasure wrenched itself from him. “Bend your knees deeper.”

  She pulled her knees back as far as they’d go, and he inched himself into her even more deeply. She groaned with the pleasure of it, the feeling of oneness with him. She could feel him pulsing and alive, deep inside her, following the beat of her own heart.

  “Wrap your legs around me.” He shifted slightly on top of her, letting his pelvis make contact with her pounding clit. She clasped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind him.

  “Hold me.” He withdrew his shaft from her a fraction, then thrust back in to the hilt. She wrapped her arms around him, stroking the sweat-slick skin of his back with her hands. “You’re so tight and hot.” He ground against her clit, making her shake. “So wet.” He withdrew again, pushing back into her at a painfully slow pace. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

  She lifted her head from the pillow and kissed his lips. “Me either.”

  He increased his thrusts, pushing against her clit with a delicious friction with every stroke. She brought her pelvis up to meet his, feeling the wave of pressure growing inside her with every second.

  He stopped, still deep inside her, and removed her arms from around him. Cuffing her wrists, he brought her hands up over her head and pinned them there.

  “You’re mine now.” He thrust into her again, lacing his fingers through hers. “Say it.”

  She couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think about anything but his cock inside her, his chest rubbing her nipples, his pelvis tormenting her clitoris, how close he was to her.

  “Say you’re mine.” His face contorted with pleasure. “Say it, or just go ahead and keen me to death right now.”

  She tightened herself around him, massaging his cock with the walls of her sex. “I’m yours.”

  “Swear it.” He slammed his cock into her. The headboard hit the wall with a vicious thwack.

  “I swear it.” She pumped her hips and let out a hollow cry before throwing his hands off hers to grasp his backside, nearly weeping at the increased friction.

  “You have to stay with me.” His voice broke on the last word. He put his hands beneath her, lifting her rear end until they were completely fused. “I need you. No one will ever…”

  Her voice lifted in a cry almost like her keening, drowning out the sounds of his words as the first tremors of her orgasm erupted.

  “Let it out, baby.” He thrust faster, carrying her through the height of her climax. “Let it all out.”

  Her wailing reached a fever pitch as her sex pulsed around his cock, and he succumbed to his own release, spilling his hot seed into her. They rode through the aftershocks of their mutual pleasure, lips and tongues groping each other blindly. When he finally grew soft, he rolled onto his back, drawing her on top of him and into his embrace.

  “I can die happy now.” He stroked her hair, his breathing and pulse still speeding like a bullet train.

  “But you won’t die.” She trailed her fingers through the smattering of dark hair on his chest. “I won’t let that happen.” She wanted to ask him if he’d meant what he’d said, about her belonging to him and staying with him, but she didn’t want to break the spell of the moment. Instead, she allowed herself a sigh of contentment and snuggled closer to him.

  “It’s still raining.” He stared out the window at the steady drizzle falling.

  “Just barely.” She let her hands roam his magnificent body, luxuriating in the contrast between his hard planes and her soft curves.

  “Ever made love in the rain?” He lowered his gaze to her face.

  “Would I want to?” She rose up on an elbow and threw him a teasing smile.

  He had her in his arms, carrying her toward the window before she had the chance to think straight.

  “Declan!” She pounded his chest with her fist. “Have you lost your mind?”

  “In a word?” He balanced her weight against one hip and unlocked the window. “Yes.” He threw the window open and set her down on the sill. “Climb out.”

  “We can’t just go out onto the fire escape naked! Someone might see…”

  “And do what? Call the police and report a naked banshee sighting?” He pointed to the window again. “Let’s go.”

  She scurried out the window, onto the fire escape where she’d been standing when she’d first seen him. If she’d known how he would change her, would she have gone through with it?

  When he emerged on the other side of the window and took her in his arms, she knew the answer was a resounding yes.

  ———

  The minute he slid his hands over Aisling’s rain dampened breasts, Declan knew he’d made the right decision. Sex with Aisling was incredible. Wet sex with Aisling promised to shatter his concept of reality.

  She stood on tiptoes, stretching for a kiss. He bent down and met her lips, mating their mouths, thrusting his tongue over hers. Reaching down, he cupped the round globes of her backside and lifted her, shuddering with need when she wrapped her legs around his waist.

  He dragged his mouth from hers. “You would just dematerialize if you began to fall, wouldn’t you?”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re banking on my ability to dematerialize to keep me from falling to my death?”

  “Call it the banshee version of safe sex.” He backed them slowly toward the railing, until her back pressed against it. Supporting her with his arms beneath her thighs, he drew away from her enough to place his cock at her entrance.

  She parted her legs further, inviting him in. He slammed his cock into her tight cave without prelude. She threw her head back and whimpered, and he realized the advantage of their position. He had full access to her breasts and nipples as well as her clit.

  Rain sluiced over her shoulders, leaving trails over her collarbones, down to her breasts. He bent his head to lick a droplet from the swollen tip of her nipple, eliciting a sound of approval from her.

  He leaned her back against the rail, allowing him to tease both nipples to the heights of swelling and sensitivity. All the while, her sex pulsed around his cock, quivering every time his tongue swirled around one of her hard peaks.

  She clamped her legs around him and clutched the railing behind her with her hands, displaying her entire succulent body for him. Flashes of lightning struck in the distance, giving him a glimpse of her face. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, and patches of stubble burn reddened the usually flawless surface of her skin. She looked like a woman who had been marked by a territorial male during mating season.

  Which wasn’t too far from the truth. His cock jerked inside her pussy at the thought, causing her to swivel her hips in return. She was his, fairy realm be damned.

  “Now you know why I wanted to do this.” He ran his tongue along her shoulder, tasting rain mixed with the flavor of her skin. “I can see you and taste you in an entirely new way.”

  “I think…” She shook her head, rain flinging itself from her wet hair. “I think I can come again.” She looked at him with dilated eyes, breasts straining with each breath. “And if you don’t let me, I’m going to scream.”

  “We wouldn’t want that to happen.” He shi
fted his hands to her rear end, grinding against her. “Hold on tight.”

  She spread her arms out along the railing, clutching it in a white knuckled grip.

  With her weight leveraged by her hold on the railing, he freed one hand from supporting her and slipped his thumb into the space where their bodies joined, seeking her clit. He found it and was rewarded with a ragged cry from her.

  Instead of the deep thrusting of their last lovemaking, he ground against her, circling, working his thumb against her hardened bud with the same rhythm. She followed suit, rolling her hips in the opposite direction, writhing against him.

  His cock glistened with her wetness, making it more slippery than the finest state of the art lubricant ever could. Rain collected at the place where their bodies met, pooling, running down the base of his cock and down their legs. Beads of water collected on her nipples, and he licked them off faithfully.

  “Lay me down and make me climax.”

  He picked her up and carried her to the window, helping her inside. He followed her through, then carried her to the kitchen, laying her out on the table where they’d shared tea the night before.

  She gripped the edges of the table in her hands and spread her legs for him. He stood between them, pulling them around him and moving her to the end of the table. Then he drove his cock into her pussy, deeper than ever before.

  He pumped into her like a dying man seeking the gates of heaven, his thumb stroking her clit until she broke into a high-pitched cry.

  He heard the crystal goblets in his china cabinet splintering. Her cry continued, an aria of passion as she began to come.

  His voice joined hers, a rough note sounding from his dry throat. As her inner walls milked his cock, he shot his seed into her, filling her, its warmth mixing with her own wetness, knowing it would seep into the deepest parts of her womanhood. He collapsed on top of her, spent almost to exhaustion, ready to weep on her breasts.

  What had she done to him? He’d had plenty of sex in his life, but none had ever reduced him to a quivering mass of tangled emotions. He’d known this woman, this supernatural sprite, for somewhere around twenty-four hours, and already the thought of living without her seemed like the dreariest scenario he could conjure.