Her Druid Desire (The Amber Druid Series)

by Trish F Leger

  Sexy, beautiful, stunning, no words could express how she looked to him in that moment. The black scrap of tight material appeared to be a slip of some kind to Drake. Small, thin straps were on her shoulders, while the neckline was indecently low, baring her almost to her nipples where firm flesh was raised. The spandex material was covered in silk, but still cinched in her already tiny waist and showcased full blown, womanly hips then the material stopped about two inches shy of showing Drake what his mouth watered to taste again. His eyes followed her long legs to where black, extremely high heels were on her feet.

  Dear God, kill him now.

  The thought had barely cleared his mind before Nadia took action. She was pressed up against him with her hands on his chest and speaking before Drake could slap himself awake.

  “I hope I meet with your approval,” she purred against his skin, her moist breath wafting against his chest, sending his cock straight up inside the towel.

  “Darlin,’ any more approval from me and you would be flat on your back on this deck right now.”

  The words delighted her. Drake could tell from the way she inhaled, and her blood pulsed with renewed urgency under her skin. The abrupt change in her body caused the same for him, teeth elongating and eyes burning.

  Sound rumbled from her throat, similar to a purr, and Drake had to lock his hands at his sides before he did, indeed, push her on the deck like some animal about to rut.

  “Outside would be different, but for our first time I believe I’m spoiled enough to enjoy the bed…what do you think?” Her words rumbled close to his chest, and Drake still shuddered. Damn, he would have never assumed Nadia to be a seductress. It was a very lovely surprise.

  “I agree with whatever you want.” Drake stopped before he incriminated himself. He would be willing to do anything she wanted, wherever she wanted and at whatever time. It made no difference to him.

  “Well, first off, we are going to go inside to your bedroom and then I will get to do all the things I have dreamed of doing to that gorgeous body of yours that I have been putting off.” Her fingers trailed over his skin and Drake swore he saw lightning arc from her to him, she was that hot.

  One second later they were standing in his room. Nadia looked at him with a smile on her face. “I totally forgot about that talent of yours, but thanks for reminding me.” Then with a wink and a smile she grasped the edges of his towel and yanked.

  Drake sucked in a deep breath as the cooler, air conditioned air slid over his skin, pricking every erogenous zone on his body. Although with the heat Nadia was putting out it was hard to feel cold when flames were licking at him. The space around them immediately went from intimidating and sexual, to emotions so heavy and thick that it was hard for him to draw breath. He brought his eyes to rest on Nadia’s, and in the semi-darkness of the room he could see the widening of her eyes and the barest hint of tears there.

  He could read her clearly now. She was astoundingly nervous with the getup she had on and she was also slightly embarrassed at how easily she had been able to bulldog her way into seducing him. Drake ignored those emotions, because he thought she was flat out stunning and he admired gumption in a woman. What really held his attention at the moment was the open yearning deep in her eyes. That was causing the tears, that deep feeling of wanting someone so bad, had caused her to come here in that getup she had on. It had also given her the gumption she needed to get here in the first place. The yearning for him had finally broken her walls down. She couldn’t hide just how much she wanted him anymore. The truth made Drake feel like an overdone Christmas tree with too many lights. He almost grinned with the force of emotions running through him but stopped it immediately. He didn’t want her to think that he was laughing at her.

  Her small, shaking hand ran from his collarbone, down over his chest, fingernails pricking the edges of his tattoo, delicate fingertips coming dangerously close to his cock, so close that he could feel the heat pinpricking him there, and that part of his anatomy lifted to her automatically, without his consent. Drake gritted his teeth, feeling the tips of his fangs bite down onto his bottom lip, but welcoming the pain because it made him focus.

  A hushed reverent tone escaped her mouth, “You are so very beautiful…I can’t even describe how perfect you are.”

  Drake didn’t say or do anything, letting her have this moment to herself, to acquaint herself with his body like he had already done with hers. And he would do this for her even if it killed him.

  Her small hands compressed into tiny fists, as if she were trying to stop herself from touching him. The fragile edges of her face, that had been animated and blushing a fiery red when he first saw her on his deck, were now pale and streaked with salty tears, a testament to how long she had waited for this moment to look her fill.

  Drake thought of all the years he had known her and never once had he assumed that she had been attracted to him. Sure, she had sent him glances of teenage crush worship, but he had never seen any sly glances, over long touches or secret smiles sent his way. He chocked it up to blind stupidity. Never would he have thought that Matt’s daughter had the hots for him. And if he would have known, he probably would have pushed her away out of some absurd reason to try and stop her from making a mistake on a guy that would never do right by her. But now, standing here naked, with those huge green eyes of hers making him feel like a bug on a pin in some museum, Drake knew that it had happened this way for a reason. It had taken him a little while to open up his mind to the possibility of a relationship, sexual or otherwise, with a woman that he had known since she was twelve.

  All he knew was at this moment he didn’t feel any familial references to her at all. And he knew she realized that too…Thank God.

  ***

  He was standing right in front of her, proudly showing off his body to her without the barest vestiges of cowardice.

  Of course, Drake had always been confident; right now just proved it to Nadia.

  With her hands shaking like leaves, she re-clenched the fists she had made and stared anew at all of that hot, hard, muscled flesh that was right in front of her, begging her to touch, taste, and feel it against her. She had waited so long, so very long to not only see all of him and have the ability to touch until her heart was content, but to do so when she knew they both felt heightened emotions was like a dream come true for Nadia. The tears in her eyes were a reaction to that.

  The joy inside of her body was a simple, reverent joy, made all the more explosive because of the calm, sedate way he stood there, offering her his body as if he knew how much it meant to her.

  Nadia’s eyes slammed into his. Dark, glowing gold amber peered calmly back at her and she could make out the tips of his fangs biting into his bottom lip. He knew. He knew exactly what she felt. With his abilities he had finally figured out the full breath of her emotions. Amazingly enough, she didn’t feel fear at him knowing. Instead, a bright, burning light grew in her center, expanding outward with a slow creep, calming her shaking fingers a bit, giving her the renewed bravery to continue her perusal of his body even as he now knew what she felt for him.

  And the best part was now she could tell him everything, everything she had ever wanted and ever dreamed of doing with him was etched deep into her brain. She had never been able to forget lying in bed, late at night, daydreaming of constant scenarios that put her within touching distance from him.

  Squeezing her fists she cemented her thoughts. She wanted all of that with him, and she wanted to start right now.

  Even with her bravery she still felt a few moments of cowardice, so she didn’t look into his eyes as she stepped even closer to him, her high heels bringing her head directly under his chin and her mouth right up to his thick, tendon roped neck. His hot breath eased over the top of her head when she settled against him, head to shoulder, breasts to chest, fingertips to hot skin.

  He smelled of soap, which was obvious because he had just left the shower. Nadia looked up and caught the damp
ends of his hair touching his ear. When the urge to lick the moisture from his neck took over, she gave in, relishing in the fact that she knew it would get her hot and drive him crazy. He tasted divine, salty, and manly. Nadia moaned lightly and her left hand went up over his shoulder and grasped his head closer to her. She licked him again, from his clavicle, over his Adam’s apple to the soft spot under his ear where she could feel his heart racing. Flames began to burn inside her body.

  He never moved, and she silently thanked him for that. But he did growl and exhale against her. She didn’t let that stop her. She wanted time to learn his body…and see how much temptation she could take before exploding.

  Her hands ran over large pads of muscle from his shoulder and biceps, down his arms until she reached his wrists and hands, such large hands, capable of pain or gentleness. Bringing her hands back to his chest, she twisted her fingers deep into his chest hair where it was thickest at the top, and then she followed the thin line that ran down his stomach and hard abs to where it came up to his distended erection. Still, she never looked into his eyes.

  She licked her lips as she eyed his arousal. God, he was huge…massive, really. From between his legs he rose, proud and hard to rest against the hard flesh of his lower stomach. He was darkly flushed and roped with veins. As she watched a small amount of pearly liquid formed at the head, and Nadia felt as if she were in classroom learning all about men’s bodies, but with a live model in front of her.

  She started talking to cover up the slight nervousness she began to feel when she watched his body react to her.

  “I remember when I first noticed you as a sexual, attractive man, rather than my father’s boss.” The words were quiet but she knew he could hear her, the sound of his breathing slowed and she could practically feel his eyes on her. She resolutely looked at his body instead. “You and some other guys were fixing one of the barns; I was sixteen, getting off the bus at the Haven and waiting for Dad.” She licked her lips again and let her hands come to rest on his leanly muscled waist. She felt him tense up. “I went outside to sit beneath one of the trees and read when a noise made me look up. Then I saw you.” Not being able to stop herself, her eyes met his.

  Molten amber was all she saw, along with an impressive set of fangs. Facial features had melded into something that resembled Drake, but looked nothing like him. His Druid side was exposed to her. His expression was wild, his breathing was rough, uneven and to Nadia he looked seconds away from losing his mind. But still she felt no fear. She kept talking and her fingers ran along his skin.

  “You were shirtless, wearing jeans and boots, and I swore that my mind went absolutely blank.” One corner of his mouth crooked up and Nadia smiled slightly. “There was sweat all over you; you were practically slick with it and it was running down your back, into your jeans. I didn’t understand the urges I was feeling, not until much later, but my body knew. It knew that there was something going on and it liked what it saw.”

  Nadia took a deep breath as she focused on his chest again then moved her eyes down to where her hands were coming very close to grasping his erection.

  “From then on, every time I saw you, I tried to tamp down the urge to touch you. That urge made my fingertips burn, my body ache, and my mind shut down.” Nadia traced the crisp edges of his tattoo. The cross was Celtic in nature with the round piece in the middle that showed his Druid mark. Elaborate tribal markings winged outward and away from it in beautiful designs. She tried to focus on everything except the raging erection that twitched with every movement from her. She would get to that soon enough.

  “But it didn’t work. Years went by and even with the barest glance from you, I would go home so hot, so turned on that falling asleep wouldn’t be an option.” She leaned close to his shoulder again, giving him butterfly kisses on his lean muscles, ones that would cause him to jerk and groan against her mouth. “With my sexual nature being awakened by you it seemed to me that no other man could touch me except you. Even the faintest thought of that happening caused me to go ice cold inside.” The whispers of words against his skin gave her tongue the excuse to touch him. With every glance her insides went hotter and hotter until she could feel her core contracting with pleasure. She held her thighs together in a vise grip, but that only caused the ache to grow.

  “The constant want grew until I couldn’t even make it through the day without thinking of you in some aspect. When I would finally get another glimpse of you, you were always with another woman. I began to wonder what they had that I didn’t, what they could do for you that I couldn’t.” Nadia drew a deep breath and settled against his chest in a gross exaggeration of a hug. “It became too much for me to handle. I withdrew unto myself, constantly having to push down my feelings for you, to keep telling myself that you would never stoop to my level.” He jerked against her with a deep growl, but corralled it, seeming to know that if he interrupted her now she would never finish.

  “When Linda passed and I took over, I remember thinking that the new position would put me in your path even more.” She breathed a heavy sigh and leaned her forehead against his chest so that she could see down his body to where her hands were resting on his waist. Her body throbbed with need, but she wanted him to understand just how long and how hard it had been for her to keep all of this inside; she needed to say all of this now. “I almost turned it down, but decided I needed it, the busy world of charity and magazines to keep my mind off of you. At my introduction to society you were there, so was Donavan. It took everything I had to accept a dance from him, but I knew as I did that that I would allow him other liberties…as long as it kept me away from you.”

  Blinking away tears at how stupid and naïve she had been, she watched her fingers trace his skin. He was so warm, so alive, so very much hers for as long as he allowed himself to be.

  “I know in your mind you’re probably thinking that if I would have told you any of this you would have gone, left, so that I wouldn’t have had the temptation, but that’s the one thing I didn’t want to do, for that reason. I couldn’t have you, but I also couldn’t stand to see you leave, to never be able to see you again would be heartbreaking for me, so I kept quiet and put up a front with Donavan for you and everyone, even though it killed me inside to do so.”

  She picked up her head and started to speak, but stopped when she saw his direct gaze as it plowed into her. His eyes were hazy, as if he was tearing up, but Nadia knew that was ridiculous. She wrapped both arms around his shoulders, pulling his face down to hers a bit, and pressed her mouth to his. The instant heat that arced between them surprised her but she opened her mouth, letting his tongue glide inside, plundering her with deep strokes while her body erupted in flames. His arms went around her back in a viselike grip while he stepped into her body with his hips, placing his erection right where she would react to it most. With one last nibble on his lower lip she pulled away with a moan as he shifted against her. She felt a rush of moisture immediately.

  She inhaled and said, “I’ve waited a long time for what happened between us this past weekend. It was everything I’ve ever wanted, but now,” she trailed a fingertip down his chest to his waist and then to the burning heat that surrounded his erection. “Now I want all of you.” With those words he jumped against her fingers as she wrapped them around him.

  “Ah angel…” The words sounded as if they had been torn from him.

  “So now you speak,” she told him with a smile, as her fingers learned the length, breadth and shape of him against her palm. He was so hard, but soft at the same time.

  “You were doing all the talking earlier…I’m a gentleman…didn’t want to interrupt…”

  She laughed a little at that and looked down to see what was going on. Her thumb touched the head where that small bit of liquid sat. She got it on her fingers and rubbed it around, spreading it over him and her both. Almost immediately he growled deeply at her, causing her to look back up, just as he sent his fists into the wall behind
her. Nadia swore, and jumped about two feet off the ground, but she never let go.

  Breathlessly she looked into his face. His bones were all sharp angles and edges, while the only light she saw came from those glowing eyes of his. He looked…demonic…scary, something she wasn’t prepared for, but she held her ground, and him.

  “I’m sorry. I knew it would be too much for both of us to handle…” he spoke and Nadia could feel it under her feet. He practically vibrated the floorboards; his voice was that deep and harmonious. But even as his voice became monstrous and his face changed, deep in those glowing eyes was the same Drake she had fallen in love with, and she knew she had nothing to be frightened of.

  “I’m n-not scared of you. I never have been, and I n-never will be.” With those words, she sunk to her knees before him, prepared to show him just how much she wanted to be with him.

  Drake thought he had died and gone to heaven.

  He opened his eyes and looked down and realized that he was smack dab in the middle of it and yes, it was really happening.

  Nadia was on her knees before him. He wanted to reach down and pull her back up, but yet he hesitated, sensing she was doing this because she wanted to, not because he wanted it, and she was showing him how much she trusted him to control himself.

  Oh, he was in control alright. When they had kissed, he had maneuvered them up against the bedroom wall, next to the bed. Now, thank God he had done that, his hands were sunk deep into his drywall, keeping him from touching her when he had no idea how far he could take things, and he sure as hell didn’t want to hurt her. It hadn’t been like this before, this raw, because he hadn’t known the full extent of her feelings until now, and how long she had been like this. Now he knew, and damn, he needed something to tie him down, preferably something metal and strong as heck, so that he didn’t overdo it and hurt her on accident.