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Her chest, neck and hairline were starting to sizzle but a short gust of cooler air hit Scarlett’s back over the zigzag lacing in the back of her corset. Davis had made short work of her zipper, leaving her dress in a heap on the floor.
“Fuck!” Davis said. His eyes were bulging as he looked her over.
Using one purple pump, she scooted the dress out of the way and took a step back to allow him a better look.
“Damn, my girl is one sexy lil’ filly!”
Scarlett’s cheeks burned and she couldn’t hold back her smile. She had hoped for that very response. Davis hurriedly removed his shirt, throwing it down by her dress before he closed the distance between them. As his arms wrapped around her, Scarlett slipped hers around his neck. She squealed as her feet left the floor. He had un-expectedly lifted her but before she could protest, she found herself flopped down on top of the bed. Davis moved in on her quickly, parting her legs and kneeling between them. Like a man in a daze, he caressed a long, blonde spiral curl while his eyes drank in her corseted torso.
As his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, Scarlett squirmed in an attempt to settle the ache between her legs. Using his free hand, Davis pawed at the light-pink satin, squeezing her breasts beneath. He positioned his body over her as he lavished her cleavage with kisses. Scarlett mewed and bucked her hips, grinding her pussy against the bulge in his underwear.
She shivered as Davis blew lightly on her tingling skin. Even through the corset, she could feel the trail of air as he moved the gust downward past her concealed navel until he reached the tiny patch of hair just above her throbbing clit. His tongue darted out, flickering over the tiny bundle of nerves just below. Scarlett quivered. He teased her, slowly alternating between a series of three tiny laps and two caresses with his bottom lip. Scarlett whined like a hungry pup, ready for Davis to eat her up, but he took his time, working up her senses.
She closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip, clawing at her sheets as he repeated the sweet torture, over and over again until she was shaking like jelly. He ran his hands over her thick thighs as his mouth performed its sensual dance, lightly caressing her silky stockings over the fleshiest area. Scarlett held her breath for fear of screaming until finally, Davis maneuvered into position, lifting her legs and resting them over his shoulders.
She exhaled deeply, relaxing into the pose. He paused and looked up at her.
“Such a naughty lil’ filly, not wearing any panties…”
Coyly, she batted her eyelashes and covered her face with her hand. Davis went back to work, lapping at her needy folds before settling into another rhythm over her clit. Overcome by the sensations, she wriggled around restlessly, afraid she may shatter into a million pieces. The pleasure was already unbearably sweet, but when a large digit pushed inside her and began to prod her most sensitive spots, the dam broke, transforming her into a quivering, shrieking mess. Her wetness christened Davis’s lips and his chin and even ran down her thighs. Removing his finger as he lifted his head, Davis slipped his fingertip into his mouth and sucked off the juices.
Reaching down, he hooked his thumbs under his waistband. “I think you’re all ready for some of this,” he said, yanking down his underwear and releasing his massive cock. It bounded out like a cobra ready to strike.
Every time she laid eyes on his long, thick dick, she had no trouble believing he could transform into a horse. He was certainly hung like one. Wrapping his hand around the base, he gave it a couple of strokes. He turnedand reached for his pants, feeling around in the pockets until he pulled out a condom.
Scarlett sat up and held out her hand. Davis passed her the gold foil packet and she tore it open. He stood proudly, his huge dick jutting out at her eye level. She wrapped her lips around the wide, red dome, twirling her tongue around over the sensitive area just below while gripping at the base and slowly pumping up the veiny shaft. Davis moaned, resting his hand on her head as she treated him to a few more strokes.
He whimpered as she opened her mouth, releasing him and removing the condom from the open packet before placing the ring at the tip and rolling it down. Her gaze drifted upward and she shot Davis a welcoming smile as she reclined back against the mattress.
He wasted no time positioning his body between her legs and placing the head of his cock at her entrance. “Ready?” he asked sweetly but with a voice filled with urgency.
Scarlett nodded. She was more than ready. Her pussy was drenched and her thighs were slick with her own juices.
“Mmmmm,” she cooed.
He penetrated her, pumping slowly, until inch-by-inch, he had filled her to the brim with thick, rigid cock. Her pussy stretched to accommodate his size. He stilled, giving her a few seconds to adjust before he began a smooth, gentle rhythm. His girth coupled with her wetness created a snug seal with her inner lips while the outer folds hugged him tightly. Every stroke was ecstasy. With her hands, she explored his firm body, beginning at his broad shoulders and working down his back. Her fingertips traced his shoulder blades. Trekking farther, she took the opportunity to run her hands down over his muscular ass. Claiming the rounded flesh as her own, she pressed the pads of her fingers down, squeezing a globe in each hand.
Writhing beneath him, she bucked her hips in time with his, pushing down on his ass with her hands as he glided in all the way to the hilt. He moaned and panted, sweat glistening on his chest. Scarlett lifted her legs and spread them a little farther as she huffed and puffed in time with Davis’s breathing. His skin was heated to a simmer just as hers was. The closeness, the warmth and the syncing of their beating hearts filled her with exhilaration until her mind went blank. There was no thought, only sensation. Every nerve ending was snapping like a live wire and her muscles were contracting in spasms.
Davis released a long, animalistic groan as his rhythm increased. He was ramming into her with wild abandon, pounding her into the mattress. He repositioned his body, grabbing her ankles and whipping her legs to the side. The sudden flurry of movement caught her off guard and she howled out all manner of indignant noise. In the frenzy, a hand caught her hip on the other side, yanking her up until she found herself on all fours. She arched her back, pushing to meet each mighty thrust.
“Fuck! It’s good, Davis! It’s so good!”
She jostled forward, her hair swinging up around her face while her breasts bounced out of her corset. Every thrust culminated in a satisfying smacking sound. Scarlett mewed and moaned as the tightening coiled up in her tummy. She held on to the feeling as long as she could but the pressure and passion eventually became too much.
“I’m going to come!” she cried.
Davis reached around, placing two fingers on her aching clit and pressing down as he pushed in deep, nearly knocking Scarlett off balance. The sound of his loud, guttural grunt accompanied Scarlett’s tidal wave of bliss. The pressure of her release battled his, attempting to push him out. Davis held steady, holding her in place with a firm hand on her back as he climaxed. Exhausted, Scarlett crumpled onto the bed facedown, panting and trembling.
Davis pulled out of her and stepped back, removing the condom and tying it in a knot. Scarlett managed to roll over onto her side, curling up in the fetal position.
“There’s a wastebasket in my bathroom.” Limply, she raised her hand, pointing him in the right direction.
Silently, he left to take care of business but emerged a minute or two later with a couple of hand towels, one dry and one damp. He blotted her forehead with the cool towel, moving her hair to dab at her neck before rolling Scarlett onto her back. He folded the damp towel, placing it over her forehead while he tidied up her saturated limbs and between her legs with the dry one.
“Thanks,” she said weakly. “I’m afraid you wore me out.”
“Sorry,” he replied sheepishly.
“Don’t be sorry.” She scooted away from the foot of her bed where they had been making love and pulled back the top sheet, inviting him to snuggle with her.<
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Davis slid in next to her and took her hand, lifting it to his lips and planting a kiss just above the knuckles. “I want to hold you but I need a minute for my body to cool down. Shifters have a higher body temperature to start with and I feel as if I’ve been walking on the sun.”
Scarlett snickered. “Me too.”
The two of them rested silently with only the sounds of their labored breathing around them.
“Davis?” she finally said.
“Yeah?”
“I’m scared,” she admitted, trembling.
“How come?”
“I like you…a lot…but there is so much I don’t know. I don’t want this thing we have between us to end. All these feelings make my head swim and my knees knock.”
“Yeah…I know what you mean. I’m scared of the same thing but I can’t stop thinking about you…I don’t want to stop.”
Scarlett managed to sit upright, fluffing her pillow behind her. “Will it really work between two people from completely different…um…?” She struggled to find the right word. Species didn’t seem right. Davis was undoubtedly human but certainly not a regular man. Finally, she settled on a phrase she felt fit. “Different backgrounds.”
Davis rolled over, placing his head on her lap just over her garters. Only one of them was still snapped and she wasn’t sure when or where her shoes got knocked right off her feet.
“I’ve got relatives who were in the same position,” he said, “and things worked out just fine. You met some of them Christmas Eve. If you’ve got questions, I’ll answer.”
“Davis, like I said, I like you a whole lot but there are a few things that concern me…”
“Such as?” His soft hair tickled against her thighs as he nuzzled there.
“I don’t want to offend you.”
“You won’t. Just say what you need to say.” His arm was gripping around her legs now as if he was afraid to let go.
“When we make love, our bodies seem as if they were designed to go together, but I…I don’t want… What I mean is, I’d be really freaked out if…”
Davis sat up and looked her in the eye. “I’m not going to shift while we’re having sex,” he said matter-of-factly.
Scarlett released a sigh of relief.
“The idea of that is just as disgusting to me as it is to you. It’s taboo in our culture. Even when a shifter marries another shifter we don’t mate like animals. I hope this goes without saying, but we aren’t”—his face twisted in disgust as he spat out the rest— “horse fuckers.”
“Jesus, Davis!” Scarlett tilted her head. “I didn’t think that!”
“Horses are animals. We are equine shifters. I won’t say that being able to shift doesn’t help with training, though. We can mimic their communication methods and show them what we need them to do.”
“That sounds kind of cool,” Scarlett replied. “Can you show me sometime?”
“Absolutely…hey, we still have time to get dressed and go to your office party if we hurry.”
Scarlett turned to look at the clock and turned back to him with a smile. “Let’s do it!”
Chapter Six
Arriving at the party at a little past eleven o’clock, Davis and Scarlett strolled inside arm in arm. Their clothing was a little wrinkled, and Scarlett’s hair was a little limper than it had been earlier in the evening but all in all, she thought both of them looked pretty damn good. Their untimely appearance drew a lot of attention but Scarlett couldn’t have cared less.
“Food! I’m starved,” she said, pointing in the direction of the buffet table.
“I worked up an appetite, myself,” Davis replied.
They exchanged looks and snickered guiltily. They filled their plates with an assortment of finger foods. As a vegetarian, Davis stuck to the cheese and crackers and loaded up on chunks of fresh fruit and raw veggies. Scarlett chose similar options but also indulged in some shrimp cocktail and caviar.
“Do you hate me for eating meat?” she asked.
“Nah, most of our family has been vegetarians for a while because that’s how Gram raised us, but most equine shifters eat meat. We’re people, not horses,” he answered, whispering in her ear.
A couple of minutes later, Jessica, the office gossip, came sashaying up with two glasses of champagne, offering them to Davis and Scarlett. “So, who is your friend?” she asked, smiling at Scarlett with inquisitive eyes.
Scarlett wasn’t able to hold back her chuckle but managed to introduce Davis to her nosy coworker.
“Now this isn’t the man you brought last year? What happened there?”
Scarlett’s blood boiled and steam was about to pour out of her ears. Ugh, who just comes out and asks something like that, right in front of the other party? Knowing Jessica didn’t mean any harm and simply couldn’t help herself allowed Scarlett to tame her temper, and after she took a sip of the champagne, Scarlett came up with the perfect answer. “I upgraded.”
Davis slipped his arm around her waist, tucking Scarlett close to his side.
“Well, congratulations and happy New Year, you two,” Jessica said, removing the plastic tiara from atop her head and placing it on Scarlett’s.
“Back at you,” Scarlett said, clinking her glass against Davis’s.
As Jessica walked away, Scarlett looked at Davis.
“Sorry about that,” she told him.
“About what? I’m glad she asked. I want her to spread the news all around this office. I want everyone to know that you already have a new boyfriend so none of these guys think they have a chance.”
“Oh stop,” she said, punching his shoulder lightly.
“You’re my girl now. Right?”
“Oh yeah!”
The two shared a few dances before it was time for the countdown. One of the party planners ran around, passing out noisemakers to everyone, and couples huddled together.
“Five…four…three…two…one… Happy New Year!” the crowd shouted.
Balloons dropped from the ceiling and dozens of noisemakers went off as Davis grabbed Scarlett and pulled her into a kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly as she bent her knee and lifted one foot off the ground like the starlets in the old movies always did. As they separated, Scarlett barely noticed all the eyes on them. For the moment, she was only interested in Davis.
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Midmorning on the first day of the New Year, Scarlett woke up in Davis’s arms. She sat up, yawning and stretching. “You kept me up into the wee hours last night…not that I’m complaining.”
Davis grinned. The only time he ever looked at all cocky was after he had spent an evening rocking her world. “I had a great time.”
“Me too,” she said with an embarrassed giggle. “Let’s drive into town and get some breakfast at IHOP. Then we can pick up your truck on the way back home.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Davis replied, hugging her tight.
Scarlett snuggled into his chest, enjoying his warmth and scent. Next time would be her turn to visit Davis again. The commute was a little rough but he was worth every mile. Since Davis worked at a family-owned business, eventually, she would probably have to put in for a transfer at work and move, but for now she was happy to live in the moment.
Glancing at Davis’s face, she tilted her head. “What are you still grinning about?”
“I’m smiling because I love you,” he answered.
Scarlett’s heart did a somersault and she grinned. “I love you too.”
The Jarl’s Witch
Noa Xireau
Chapter One
Satisfied, the wolf watched how the witch took the lock of hair from a shelf crammed with bowls, jars and dried herbs and let it fall into the cauldron. She was probably too sick of the other woman’s incessant, annoying chatter to even notice she’d picked up a raven-black lock for her spell and not the golden one she was supposed to use. The blonde woman, on the other hand, seemed too focused on herself to pay attentio
n to how her love potion was being prepared. He hadn’t known what to expect when he’d swapped the locks but it seemed the gods were on his side.
Loosening his taut muscles, he rested his snout on his paws as he reveled in the warmth coming from the fireplace and the witch’s cinnamon-rich scent. He watched, entranced with how her generous breasts moved enticingly as she stirred her potion, and he tried not to imagine how they would swing when… Don’t go there!
He squeezed his eyes shut but his stifled groan escaped, sounding like a pathetic whine. He had set his plan in motion. Now, he only had to wait. He’d already waited a long time; a bit longer wouldn’t hurt…too much.
Eileen sighed inwardly and kept stirring while the skinny blonde went on and on with her prattle and demands.
“Now that Leif is back from court and his father is dead, he’ll attend our midsummer feast to represent his jarldom,” Ingrid said, sniffing at yet another jug and scrunching her nose in the process.
Why did that woman touch everything? Eileen hated people sticking their noses into her potions and herbs. She took a deep breath, trying to remember she couldn’t raise her voice to her jarl’s daughter.
“The concoction needs to rest…at least until tomorrow morning and—” Eileen tried in vain to distract the irritating woman from her stupid banter.
“Everybody has noticed that ours is the only neighboring jarldom Leif has been visiting frequently since he came back from King Harold’s court, and rumors are out that he’s looking for a bride.” Ingrid smiled dreamily. “Everybody expects Leif to ask for my hand during the festivities. Wouldn’t it be amazing? All single women would be envious of me. Probably most of the married ladies too,” Ingrid added with a satisfied chuckle. “But if I have to marry Leif, then I want him to fall in surrender at my feet, to worship me like a goddess and—”
A snort-like sound made Eileen direct a warning stare at the wolf lying beside the fireplace. The snow-white beast looked back with big, innocent blue eyes as if he didn’t know where the faint noise had come from. Yeah, and I’m going to believe you! Eileen thought dryly. The animal was as intelligent as Loki himself.