Raine immediately recognized the eldritch and slightly lemony fragrance of Frankincense.
“The second anointing,” she breathed.
“Not nearly as fun as the first.” He touched her right temple, then left. “To balance intuition and logic.”
He offered her the pot. She followed suit, swiping a bit of the solid perfumed oil, then dabbing some on each of his temples. Staring up at him, she was once again struck by his sheer masculine beauty. Time fell away. The mission was a distant thought: a fleeting, ghostlike thing. Her mind widened in a liberating stretch like one long asleep. She wanted more. To know more. To do more. To touch and be touched more.
“The third anointing is optional,” he began.
“Why?”
“The third blows the doors open wide. As long as I do it we’ll be fine.”
“I’ve come this far, haven’t I?”
“If you’re trying to impress me, it’s working.”
She wasn’t sure what she was trying to do, other than follow what seemed an irresistible yet obscure path to some answer she couldn’t quite define, but knew she needed nevertheless. “Do it.”
“Fine. When we enter the circle, we do so together. In union. Let all thoughts go. Don’t direct. Don’t censure.” He held her right hand and stepped with her between the pillars. “No matter what, I’m here. I won’t let you fall.”
He led her to the table, speaking all manner of strange incantations as he did. The sibilant sounds were more music than words, calling magic forth around them, and shaping it into a protective enclave. She focused on him, on his actions, and simple understanding dawned on her. When they reached the center, he fell quiet.
She glanced at the table, and noticed the delicate, colorful hand-blown glass perfume jar. “The third anointing,” she said, her blood thrumming in her veins. She was both calm and eager, at peace and at war, in a state of charge and emptiness. Desire raced unchecked inside of her.
“The third.” He reached for her, hands trembling. The air around them stilled. One by one he undid the closures to her robe. The sides parted, revealing her to him. There was no escape, nowhere to hide. She watched, fascinated, as he stared at her. He had a look of surprise and pleasure, mixed with a small measure of fear. “Gods, you’re amazing.”
“I bet you say that to all your magical surrogates.”
Her teasing tone pulled a small, playful smile out of him. “Only the ones willing to lay down their lives to save the world.”
Jack picked up the jar and removed the pointed cap. A musky scent rose up, devious, and intoxicating. “Ambergris,” he murmured, dragging the dispenser across his fingertips. “Mixed with Oakmoss.”
Tension coiled in her belly, tight and insistent. When he slipped his hand inside her robe, curved his palm around her hip, and laid his fingers at the very apex of her spine, there was a break in that tension and then a warm flood of liquid satisfaction flowing through her. In response, her sex swelled to a rigid point, and moisture dampened her thighs. Her heart skipped a beat, restarting at frantic pace at the same time her mouth went desert-dry. She so wanted to breathe, but she couldn’t seem to remember how that whole thing worked. The clarity she had in her head sharpened, bringing with it a sexual awareness of every point of her hyper-charged body that was inescapable. Heat burned where he touched, swirling around like a merry-go-round, sending sparks shooting. “Oh my God! What was that?”
“I opened your root chakra.” His voice was husky. “The very core of your being is anchored there, like the roots of the world tree anchoring into the depths. Its color is red. Next on the list, orange, right here.”
Jack’s fingers drifted breezily across her bare belly, moving to a point about two inches below her navel. When he applied the gentle pressure, sunlight burst alive, drenching her in erotic energy. Her legs began to shake. Her clit quivered insistently, jealous that other parts of her earned his favor while it remained needy and ripe. She’d never experienced this level of pleasure before. Magic might enhance it, but Jack was the driving force. Jack, the son of a God. The man who knew the landscape of her body like no other lover, and wasn’t afraid to take her to the very edge. Then push her off.
His muscles tensed at her reaction. His breath was tight. “Orange, the sacral chakra, is your sexual center.”
“Jack,” she cried softly, fisting her hands to keep from reaching for him. “I don’t know if I can keep the focus up.”
“Me either. But we need to try.” His voice was deeper, his words choppy as if he were under tremendous pressure. His hand roamed higher, stopped at her solar plexus, set off another blazing fire, and moved onward. He was at arm’s length and she wanted him closer. As if reading her thoughts, he moved in. Each time he spoke of what the points meant, but his words were whispers in the wind of desire enflamed. The effort to hold herself still while he plied her with oils, magic, and his deft touches, was making her crazy. Her feminine curls were wet with cream, her labia swollen and heavy and aching for him to part her. With his fingers. With his cock. With his mouth. Anything to ease the longing that tied her in the sensual knots.
Jack’s fingers were between her breasts now, rubbing in a circular, hypnotic motion, and Raine was certain she was dying. Sensation rioted through her. Her nipples beaded up and fire zinged like a heat-seeking missile down to her clit. Raine moaned as her toes curled. She wanted to reach for him, but at the same time, she didn’t want to break the spell. Soon he’d be hers to play, and the sweet torture of the wait made the thrill that much hotter.
He stepped closer still. The head of his engorged cock danced lightly against her bare skin. Electricity raced through her, sending her sex into overdrive. She knew she shouldn’t touch, not yet, she knew it but she did it anyway. Raine parted his robe with her hand, and reached down to cup his balls. Jack groaned and stopped his ministrations, while his testicles tightened in her palm and his cock jumped against her.
The swollen member was thick and long and rock-solid velvet male heat. Raine’s nether lips shuddered as a fresh wave of moisture surged through her vaginal walls, readying for the certain entry. He was big, no doubt about that, and she wanted every solid inch of him buried to the hilt inside of her. She stroked up the shaft, while Jack continued the anointing, then she released him and explored the stretch of abdomen just above. Her breasts rubbed against the silken barrier of the robe, and she sighed in frustration.
Then he stopped touching and she all but cried out.
“Your turn,” he rasped, reaching for the stopper.
Raine followed her impulse, pushing the sides of his robe back over his wide shoulders. The midnight-colored silk pooled down over his shapely arms to land in a drift at his feet. She stepped back for a moment and took her time appreciating his beauty. His lean body was sculpted perfection highlighted by firelight. Jack’s erect cock jutted out arrogantly, pulling low on his hips, rigid and veined and pulsing with the same insistent need wracking her womb. Raine sucked in a breath and reached for him again.
“First the anointing.” He held her hand steady and laced the fingers with the potent oil. “Then, the fun.”
“Who says this isn’t fun?”
She pressed close, trapping his swollen member against her abdomen, as she anointed the base of Jack’s spine. Beneath her massaging fingers his skin quivered, and the muscles tightened. Fire flowed from her to him, then back again, and when it became too hot to touch, she knew it was time to move to the next energy nexus. Had he tried to explain with words, she’d never have understood this secret. Now she knew it on an intuitive level, both the giving and receiving.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as his eyes went dark and dreamy on her. She enjoyed the way he reacted, the way he gave himself over to her entirely. That had an appeal beyond simple sex and reached her in a way she couldn’t explain. It was almost primal, to see and experience his need this intensely. To know she was central to it, the cause, and the cure. Raine stroked the roped length
of male flesh with one hand as her fingers worked his sacral chakra up to a scorch point. Seminal fluid released, and she used her thumb to coat the sensitive head of his penis.
“Raine, oh God. Careful.” The last word came out on a gasp as she flicked the base of the crown, and then ran lightly across the cleft. He shuddered in her hands, treating her to the feel of blood engorging and stretching the satin hot skin to the very max.
“Sorry.” She released him, and continued moving up his sculpted torso. Each time she massaged the chakra until the fire was too much, then she moved on, leaving the point to burn with the others, while she started a fresh blaze. His rigid penis rested up against her bare belly, a visceral promise of more to come. Her sex fluttered in time to her heart. She was completely enthralled in the moment they shared, moving in a universe apart from the rest of the world.
When she finished, he clasped her wrist with an animal growl and drew her tight against him. The breath flew from her chest. His arm wrapped around her waist, and Jack crushed a kiss down on her, devouring her with a wild fervor she’d never guessed he possessed. Poised, controlled Jack, the one with the pretty mask, had vanished. In his place was a powerful male with the insatiable desire of the rut riding him hard and fast. She didn’t think it possible, but the heat turned up another degree. Then another. Each second it ratcheted up another notch. Jack consumed her. And still she burned hotter. Until she melted into him and the kiss, surrendering willfully and knowingly, without a care at all for what came next.
Paradise was hotter than hell, and wrapped up in the tight, sexy body of Raine Spencer. Jack had a plan going into tonight, but everything got derailed. Or maybe it had never started on the right track to begin with. Seduction was not on the menu, but fuck it all, he had to have a taste. One kiss. That was his intention. There’d been too much touching, too much energy careening between them like a rocket sled out of control. And then she started in on his dick, working it like a master. His own hand had never done as good a job working him up into a feverish state.
So he set aside whatever the hell had been his plan, and kissed her like he owned her. Raine’s delicious mouth was molten honey, furiously sweet and tempting, and as he swept inside of her, he couldn’t help but imagine the other channel of liquid flame waiting for him. Deep, dark, wet and wanting. His cock was ready to explode, rubbing snugly against the bare expanse of her smooth midriff. Skin to skin, he pressed her closer, sliding against her, shifting her up.
She was a sleek cat, muscled and soft at the same time. A sweeping contradiction at all points, so fascinating, it was impossible for him to resist. He pressed her for more, and she met his demands, arching her back and moaning softly in the back of her throat. Her yield was so utterly feminine that it wound the primal urges up into a frenzy. Jack couldn’t touch or taste enough of her at once. When Raine’s nipples raked against him like fine needle-sharp claws, leaving a blaze of sensation in their wake, he groaned from the sheer agony and ecstasy. No one had ever driven him to such an intense desire. Downy feminine curls tickled the tops of his thighs, setting off explosive thrills throughout his balls, tightening them in ready for the incursion to come. Jack needed to possess not just her body, but her soul and everything in between.
Knowing he needed to put some sanity back in the midst of the madness, but not sure how to make that happen, Jack broke the kiss and came up for air. “This wasn’t part of the plan,” he managed to grind out between ragged breaths.
“Improvise.” Raine’s hands moved to trace the sensitive flesh around his nipples, dancing lightly across them until they ached as much as his swollen cock. “You can do that, Jack, right? Improvise?”
She had a wicked laugh, and a practiced touch. Raine was no stranger to her own fire, that was for certain. Suddenly, he wanted to make her forget everyone and everything that came before him. Primal instinct kicked into overdrive. His lungs sucked air like a bellows. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to gain perspective. They hung by a thread over this edge. He needed to make this work, for both of them, and the mission. “Improvise, yes. I can totally do that. If you’re game.”
“Do I look otherwise?” she purred.
“Ever heard of tantra?”
“Sex magic?”
“Kind of.” He let his hand slide in a leisurely motion, past her naval, finally treating it to the swell of a creamy breast, followed by the pluck and twist of one rigid nipple. He palmed over to the other until her eyes closed and she made that sultry moan again. More pre-come slipped from the tip of his cock, coating the head, increasing the friction. And the torment. “It’s another way to raise energy. We’re doing a bang-up job of it so far, might as well take it all the way home.”
He tipped her chin and savaged her mouth again, letting her know in that kiss the full of his intent. This time, she broke contact.
“Tell me what to do,” she breathed, raising pinpricks of pleasure across his collarbone.
Her bold curiosity about magic, her fearlessness with intimacy and trust in him was an aphrodisiac like no other. “All you have to do is come.”
She laughed huskily, then licked her way to his ear where she whispered, “I like this plan already, but what about you?”
He sighed and lowered his head, dipping to sample the taste of her skin. What about him? “I’ll direct. Hold out until the bitter end. Then, if all goes according to plan, whammo!”
Another laugh. Raine’s clever hands drifted south to cup his balls in a smooth, confident touch. She rubbed them lightly in a gentle, rhythmic way that pulled another groan from him and caused a fine sweat to break out across his brow. His balls all but begged for release. It was all he could do not to shoot himself right there.
Jack bit back a curse, cupped her bottom, and lifted her up.
Surprised, she grabbed onto his shoulders.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered, holding onto composure by the thinnest of threads. With her legs spread, and her thighs flexed, the aroma of her sex doused him like a dangerous perfume.
Raine was no small female, but Jack had the DNA of Gods, and there were times when the inhuman strength he possessed came in handy. Like now, as he knelt on the floor with Raine poised mere inches above the swollen head of his cock. Her heart-shaped ass fit his hands perfectly. He had no doubt her pussy would promise the same glove-like match. She looked down on him, expectant, still curious, and highly aroused. Her eyes were molten silver, her face flushed a light rose pink. He caught her gaze and held it. This is where it would get tricky. To hold her, to join with her, to maintain the connection as the energy was raised. To not get carried away in the moment and lose control of the raised energy might be more impossible then he originally thought.
Her weeping slit dripped hot honey down to his cock, coating the head. Pressure built to the explosive point inside of him. It was now or never.
“Watch me,” he rasped. “Don’t take your eyes off me. Make me your world. I’ll make you mine.”
Then he lowered her, inch by excruciating inch, onto his waiting cock.
Chapter Thirteen
Fire. Velvet. A soft, torturous vice. Raine’s pussy fluttered around him as he settled her down and down, until they were root too root. Buried this deep was mind-altering. Came close to shattering his composure. His dick moved in rhythm to the pulse of her muscles while the head butted up against the pillow of her cervix. Her eyes never left his, though his vision went dark the moment he hit home. He arched against her, causing her to spread further for him. Forcing her to give total access. Raine’s eyes went wide as he pushed even further, her pupils dilating with pleasure.
“Lower your heels,” he commanded. “Let them come to rest on the ground, but keep them together, so they touch.”
She obeyed, and the movement spread her to her widest, bringing the rigid button of her clit into direct contact with his pubic bone. While enjoyable for him, the position was designed to yield maximum pleasure to the female partner with littl
e to no effort on her part. It was also engineered to yield maximum energy union, opening the flow as wide as the universe. There would be no hiding. Not for the magic. Not for him. Not for her.
“Oh. My. God,” she gasped, confirming the position was doing the trick.
“It gets better.” For her.
For him, he couldn’t imagine a worse torture right now. To be locked inside the hot, slick channel. To have the creamy, pleasure-plumped labia pooling around the base of his cock. Reciting nonsense wouldn’t work this time. Being inside Raine was like being home, to a place he’d never been, but felt like he belonged his whole life. He wouldn’t last five minutes at this rate. And five seconds? Each one claimed would be a fucking miracle. “Hold onto me, around my neck. Arch the small of your back in to me.”
“You’re full of orders,” she teased, wiggling her hips.
Her gyrations pushed him to a dangerous point. To stop her, he reached for both nipples, tightening them between thumb and forefinger simultaneously, then gently tugging with increasing pressure. He knew she liked that. Knew it would make her hotter, take her mind off tormenting him. “Trust me, Raine. It’s been good so far, right?”
For a moment, her gaze sharpened. She stilled. Then passion reclaimed her. She placed her palms on either side of his neck, and curled in her spine at the small of her back.
Lightning hit him square in the center of his head as her body shifted over his aching dick. He held her gaze, but he couldn’t seem to remember exactly how his lungs worked. Or why.
She moaned loudly, echoing his feelings. Fresh waves of her hot cream spilled over his balls. His gut tightened, every muscle and nerve knotting with unrelieved tension. Threatening to snap him cleanly in two. Now came the hardest part.
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