Eagle Dance

by Mary Quast

  “Are you ready?” He hovered, his eyes blazing. “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes. My heart is in your hands. Your eagle spirit will protect us.” Unexpected peace encircled her. “I love you. Kiss me.”

  His mouth seized hers, rough and demanding, and his power surged around her. Her skin prickled with electricity, and she heard the blood rushing in her veins.

  His wings enfolded them then, once they were weightless for a moment, their free fall began. Faster. Faster, a voice echoed in her mind.

  His lips never left hers as they plummeted to earth. His hunger tore through her, pouring all of his pain as well as joy, love, and desire into her. He slid a palm under her shirt to hold her in a tight embrace, while the other kept a firm grip on her ass. She loved the wild side of him and his gentleness. Faster. Faster. She wanted him as much as he needed her.

  Arching his back, he extended his wings with a loud snap and broke the kiss. She opened her eyes to discover they were approaching the ground. Her eyes watered. Fear never materialized, she simply believed in the love they shared. Doubt didn’t surface, she trusted Dyami with her life.

  “Jump!” He tore out of her arms and tossed her in the air.

  Landing on her feet a short distance from him and rather close to the steps of the cabin, she complained. “That’s it? Are you serious? That’s all it was?”

  “Yep.” Laughing, he closed the short distance between them, enveloped her into his arms, and kissed her neck. “I told you we wouldn’t crash because our hearts are true. If it wasn’t the case, we’d be a bloody mess.”

  “You have such a romantic way with words.” She tipped her head back to give him greater access.

  “I don’t need words right now.” He whisked his mouth briefly over hers.

  She rubbed against his swollen cock “I need you, Dyami.”

  “I forgot to tell you about this part of the bonding ritual,” he growled. “I won’t be gentle because the eagle will take over. But I promise you will enjoy it.”

  She yanked off her shirt the minute they walked onto the porch and had the rest of her clothes off before the door slammed shut behind them. She had to touch him and, after fumbling with his pants, managed to set him free. A deep, throaty sound expressed his impatience. Dyami grabbed a foil packet from his pocket and dropped his pants without losing step.

  Genuine savagery replaced his tenderness. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder carrying her into the bedroom before dropping her face down on the bed. She tried to rise off her belly, but he forced her head and shoulders down, leaving her ass up in the air. His demanding and primal movements heightened her senses. He needed to possess, and she gave. Reaching between her legs, she guided him home.

  “That’s it, niwiiw, take me in.” They both groaned when he drove in.

  His fingers dug into her hip and his frantic thrusts slammed her, until she became dizzy and weak with desire. The tips of his wings lay on the mattress next to her head as the body of feathers arched with each of his movements. His animal spirit appeared to have control over him. She wouldn’t have it any other way, loving everything about him.

  His chest covered her back then he bit into the scar on her shoulder. He slid deep inside and his spirit washed over her. Silver bonds reflecting white light wove around them, enclosing them with static electricity. She gave her love, and in return, his surrounded her. His fear of her rejection and then the rapture of her acceptance poured into her. The intense power of his love, loyalty, and commitment propelled her higher. They orgasmed together, an eagle screamed, and she screamed with it.

  Chapter Seven

  Lying in a tangled mess on the bed, he fought to catch his breath. The fog in his mind lifted and his senses returned. The eaglet beside him was sated.

  Amanda lay on her side and brushed hair off her cheek, exposing her adoring eyes to him. “Damn, Little Otter,” she said, using her best hillbilly accent they’d used as kids. “You done grown up good.”

  “You ain’t done half-bad, yerself.” Dyami moved to hold her. “God, you are amazing. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

  “You would never hurt me, even when you’re an animal.” She snuggled into his embrace. “I am a little sore, though.”

  “We’ve been going at it like rabbits all night.” He chuckled. “What do you say we slow things down a bit? I need to take a break so I can make love to you without killing myself.”

  “Sure. What do you have in mind?”

  Without a word, he kissed her nose and left the bed, the first few steps on shaky legs. Reaching out to the doorframe to steady his gait, he heard a soft giggle behind him. Pausing to look over his shoulder, he winked at the vixen responsible for his condition.

  He managed to find the unopened bottle of wine and two clean glasses. Taking them into the bathroom, he drew a bath with bubbles. He released the cork of the bottle, filled the glasses, and spotted a couple of battery-operated candles on a small table next to the tub. Perfect. With a smile and spring in his step, he returned to the bedroom.

  “Uh oh, you’re up to something.” She rose to take his hand.

  “I’m always up when I’m around you. I can’t resist.”

  He guided her into the tub and passed her a glass of wine then slipped in behind her with his own. Bending his legs, he found he and Amanda would fit comfortably. She backed into his crotch with a wiggle of her butt.

  “Hey.” He lifted her hair off her neck. “I said we were in a time-out.”

  “We are for now.” She sighed, relaxing against his chest. “This is nice.”

  “It gets better.” He kissed her nape until she purred. Pouring half of his wine down her back, he lapped it off her skin with soothing strokes of his tongue, ignoring her yelp of shock. When she moaned her enjoyment, he slid his hands around to caress her breasts with warm water.

  “You can’t behave.”

  “I’m innocent.” He leaned into the tub and pulled her tighter. His legs crossed over each side of her hips. Content to be touching, he sipped his wine. “Ah, time to rejuvenate.”

  “I wish I had a tub like this.” She petted his leg.

  “I do.” Pride forced a smile to his face.

  “Tell me about where you live.”

  “Do you remember the old Wixon Farm on the hill?” He massaged her ribcage and arms.

  “The farm with the fish pond and a ton of cows?”

  “I bought it a few years ago and am restoring it. I did the barn first, so I could get the horses.” He kissed the top of her head. “You’re going to like them.”

  “Oh? I’ll be meeting them?”

  “I want you to move in with me. We’re a bonded pair now, and you’ll be working for the university in the fall.” He grew uncomfortable when she didn’t respond. “I’m being serious.”

  “I know, and I find myself agreeing with your reasoning.” She turned so her cheek rested on his pectoral. “I’m glad you brought it up because I don’t want to be away from you again.”

  That delighted his eagle. Dyami kissed the top of her head and hugged her close.

  “After we get settled, we can get married and have a big wedding, or whatever you want.”

  “Hmm…that would be nice.” The dreamy tone of her voice satisfied him. “I think a small family gathering down by the pond would be perfect.”

  Filled with happiness, he relished the quiet time in the tub until the water cooled. After stepping out first, he helped her towel off.

  Heat flamed in her gaze. “I could look at your naked body all day.”

  “I prefer you touching me instead.” He led her into the bedroom.

  “Is break time finally over?” She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up to him.

  “Niwiiw, you are insatiable, and I like it.” Picking her up, he laid her on the bed. “I hunger for you like a man possessed by an animal.” He failed to keep a straight face when she giggled. “I want to savor you this time. No quick snack, you are now a f
ull-course meal, and I’m going to take my time enjoying every tasty morsel.”

  Crawling onto the bed, he started with her feet. Her delicate toes were first, and licking her instep caused her to squirm and laugh herself silly. However, when he ran his hand along her leg and followed with his tongue, she parted for him and moaned.

  “I am going to explore every inch of your delicious body until you cry out, begging me to stop.” He nuzzled the inside of her thigh and parted her pussy lips for a firm lap, pulling a shiver from her. “But I won’t stop.”

  His teeth grazed the tender flesh. Wanting to saver the delectable delight in front of him, he continued with slow strokes of his tongue, alternating with smooth fondling of his fingers.

  “I want to hear you scream my name until your voice is gone.”

  Her hips thrust forward in response to his breath on her clit. She panted and writhed under his ministrations. “Dyami, please.”

  “That’s it, niwiiw, come for me,” he demanded. “We are bonded. You will feel my desire, my pleasure. Now show me, let me see how you feel.”

  His touch, combined with the words, added to her passion. He massaged her clit and she rubbed urgently against the heel of his hand. Reaching his fingers deep into her, he drove her higher.

  Arching, she pressed into him and quaked. “Dyami!”

  “That’s it; I love my name on your lips.” His words drifted over her heat and he continued to drink from her. “Mmm...you taste so good.”

  She barely caught her breath before he began to explore her hips and belly with his mouth. He turned his attention to her neglected breasts, sucking and rolling one nipple, then the other, between his fingers. A sharp pain from a quick pinch proved to be even more pleasant, and she wiggled under him, begging for more and running her fingers through his hair. With slow, precise movements, he gave her what she needed. Tugging a nipple between his teeth, he slid his hand over her hip.

  “Dyami,” she whispered when he broke away to retrieve a condom.

  He spread her legs farther apart and positioned his cock at her entrance. His lips grazed her neck. He teased her and didn’t enter all the way, instead easing in a fraction then withdrawing. The muscles in his back and sides rippled with each slow movement. The tattoo wings came to life, each feather like a lick on her skin.

  Holding onto the tendons under his skin that connected the wings to his back, she attempted to force him deeper.

  “Oh, my niwiiw, I think you know what you do to me.” He let out a growl and slid into her.

  The silken feathers tickled her legs and he wrapped her in his arms, in a sensual cocoon. He murmured soft words against her cheek, but in her delirium, she didn’t understand them. Without letting go of his wings, she soared high.

  He cradled her head and called her name just before collapsing on top of her. Quickly removing his weight from her, he rolled over and took her with him. His wings covered her cooling body, and she soon drifted into sleep.

  ***

  She lay cozy under the antique quilt when the smell of fresh coffee woke her. Wind rattled the windows. After a stretch, she wiggled upright and rubbed her eyes.

  Dyami walked into the bedroom wearing only the arrowhead necklace and carrying two steaming mugs. “Hey there, sleepyhead. Do you still take two spoons of creamer in your joe?” He sat beside her.

  He smelled of soap from a recent shower. His pale eyes sparkled with joy. But it was the boyish grin that made her smile.

  “Yes. I can’t believe you remembered.” She took the cup.

  “I remember every moment we’ve spent together.” He kissed her cheek and slipped under the covers. “How do you feel this morning?”

  “To be honest, I’m not sure if I’ll be ready for a repeat of last night for a while.” She snuggled against his chest.

  “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” His finger traced her jawline. “How’s the coffee?”

  “It’s good. Thank you.” She sipped, the hot liquid soothing her dry palate.

  “I called the main lodge for a weather report. I have good news and bad news.” He lifted the mug to his lips, but couldn’t hide a smile.

  Raising an eyebrow, she asked, “What’s the bad news?”

  “All flights are cancelled and probably will be tomorrow as well.” He pretended a sad face.

  “Well, that’s not too bad. What’s the good news?” She rested a hand on his bare thigh then explored upward.

  “Good news?” He paused while her fingers tickled his sac. “Oh…the good news is we have this cabin for another three nights, and the band made it in from Ashville, so we can go out dancing tonight.”

  Placing her coffee on the nightstand, she took his as well, then crawled onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. He flashed a sweet smile, and his cock sprang to life.

  “To be honest, I really like being snowed in, in this little Rose Cabin on Cherry Lane.” She nuzzled his nose. “I wouldn’t mind staying in and dancing with my eagle.”

  He had her on her back before she knew it and growled, “Mine.”

  ~A Letter From Mary Quast~

  I spent my childhood summers at our family cottage on Coldwater Lake. A friend of my uncle’s and a member of the local Chippewa tribe rented the cottage next door for several summers. Indian Dave would thrill my cousins and me with legends and dances of his people. He taught us the importance and spirituality regarding the balance of nature. My favorite stories of people who could shift from human to animal at will influenced me to write my own versions.

  After writing Crow Magic, an eagle visited me.

  The large bird sat on my porch railing studying me with golden eyes. Through a mist the creature shifted into an incredibly sexy man. His eyes were the same gold as the eagles. He stood tall with a barrel chest. His appearance dominated my porch but he moved in a graceful manner. He ran his hands through the silky layers of short-cropped black hair tipped with grey and white.

  Dyami Shafer is a Chippewa and works as a Conservation Officer for the Michigan Department of Natural Resources. He is looking for a good woman to dance with him and love him for what he is.

  1Night Stand might be the answer, but he will have to take a few steps into his past to dance into the future.

  Please enjoy Dyami's story in Eagle Dance.

  Feel free to contact me at maryquast@gmail.com

  Crow Magic

  Lucy Richards is tired of being timid around men. Hoping to overcome her fears and feel like a real woman, she turns to Madame Eve to find a man who will fulfill that goal. Eve arranges a one-night stand with a handsome Shawnee shaman who will teach Lucy to use her womanly power and take her to unimaginable heights.

  Shape shifter Seth Crowe is a Keeper of the Spiritual Law who carries souls from darkness to light, and enjoys using his body to accomplish his magic.

  Tucked away in the Castillo Poconos Resort, Seth helps Lucy find spiritual and sexual freedom, never dreaming he might find his own mate in the bargain.

  Handcuffs and Silk

  Stephanie "Stiff" Johnson, is a tough Las Vegas cop who many men find too intimidating to date. Steph begins to wonder if something is wrong with her so she turns to Madame Eve to find a man who could be the yin to her yang, even if it's just for one night.

  Hunter Morgan left behind years of living as a sub to a female Domme in New York. Upon return to his hometown, he questions whether he wants to continue with the "lifestyle" or find something different. Turning to 1 Night Stand, he hopes to sample his options.

  A simple one-night stand opens a whole new sensuous world to both.

 

 

 
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