by Rae Morgan
Drake tweaked her nose, followed with a kiss on the tip. “Are you sure you're ready to take another flight on a renegade tornado?”
Rhea grinned as she pushed him over onto his back. “Oh yeah. Didn't you know?”
“Know what?” He groaned as she leaned over and gave the tip of his semi-erect and rapidly recovering penis a wet kiss.
“That I signed up for the frequent flyer program last time. Gotta earn those miles, you know.”
* * * *
Drake had created a monster.
Early on in the pleasurable torture session, Rhea had realized that he wasn't one to lie back and take pleasure without reciprocating, so she had secured his hands to the bed posts with a couple of his silk ties. Of course, they both knew he could break away easily, but she had made him promise on his love for her that he wouldn't use magick or pure testosterone-fed strength to break free.
So, here he was. One hour later. Still erect. Still frustrated. And with no perceivable end in sight. Just wait until he had his next turn. She would be so limp after he got through loving her, she'd have to sleep for at least two days to recover.
Man, he loved this woman.
“Oh, Drake?” The way she purred his name caused his cock to twitch as it jutted from his groin, its tip aimed toward his head.
“Yes, you sadistic little minx?” He grinned at her so she wouldn't take his words in the wrong way.
“Are you ready to come, yet?”
Since this was the tenth time she'd asked that question since she'd secured his hands, he figured the answer was a given, but he played the game. “Yes, my own. More than ready.”
“Good. So, am I.”
She followed her words with action. Finally. As she lowered herself onto his stiff and throbbing member, he groaned out loud. “That is so frigging good.”
“I aim to please.” She stopped as she adjusted her position to settle on him more fully; then she took him the rest of the way in-and just sat there. Watching him.
“Are you going-?” His voice sounded strained and begging even to his ears. He coughed, then tried again. “Rhea? Are you going to move?” There-not quite so needy that time.
“Eventually. Right now, I'm just going to do this.”
This was the clenching and unclenching of her vaginal muscles. God, she was strong. And as she massaged his cock with her interior muscles, he watched her pleasure herself with a finger coated with the juices from their lovemaking.
“Goddess, you look so hot sitting there, fingering yourself, with me inside you.”
“I love having your big, pulsing cock inside me.” Rhea threw back her head and groaned. “I think it's time to reward you for your patience, darling. I'm going to move now.”
“Oh yeah,” he groaned as Rhea set a steady rhythm.
His hips rose off the bed to meet her downward thrusts causing both of them to grunt with the pleasure of the resultant friction.
“Drake,” Rhea called out. “I'm ready to fly again. Hold me. Now.”
Rhea screamed her pleasure. Her powerful orgasm triggered his own. He sent a small amount of energy to his hands and eliminated the ties; then he reached for her hips.
As he held onto her, they both soared once more.
When he reclaimed his senses, he realized Rhea had fallen asleep on top of him, his penis still inside her. That was good enough for him, so he used another bit of magick and floated the comforter over them from where it had fallen on the floor during their marathon lovemaking.
Later, he would introduce a certain little witch to the more advanced levels of sensuous magick.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The power of love reins strongly in a conjoined pair of witches. -The Male-Female Witch Connection, page 60.
Rhea moaned then grimaced as she struggled to sit up. A night of lovemaking proved that she had muscles she hadn't used before. Next to her, Drake's naked body lay sprawled, half in, half out of the covers. Damn, he was impressive-all lean and muscled. His long dark hair spread across the ivory silk-covered pillows.
She snuggled closer and watched as he breathed. His eyelashes lay like feathers on his high cheekbones. She placed a nibbling kiss on his exposed neck where the pulse beat strongly.
The battle to come weighed heavily on her mind. She wished she knew more about the prophecy. After all, knowledge was power.
Yet, it was a gut instinct that urged her to make love to Drake one more time before they went up against Bettencourt. Somehow she understood it was crucial to their success.
Hesitant to go against her gut feelings, she pushed away thoughts of seeking out her grandmother or some of the elders to find out more about the prophecy concerning the complementary powers she and Drake possessed. Urges as ancient as time told her to make love to her mate.
Sitting back on her heels, she surveyed Drake. Where to start? Carefully, she pulled back the blankets to find his cock. It lay against his bent thigh, erect and hard. Either he was awake and already aroused by her nearness or he was having one heck of a dream.
Rhea smiled as she bent over him, her hair brushing his leg as she took his penis into her mouth. Sucking him strongly, she used her hands to cup his balls. He was hot and ready for her.
“Are you looking for trouble, my own?” Drake's sleep-filled voice rumbled as he stroked her hair away from her face.
She paused in loving his cock to glance up at him. With a small grin, she replied, “Have I found it, my love?”
“Oh yeah,” he said, as he sat up. He reached for her and pulled her on top of him in a magnificent display of his strength. “I believe it is my turn to torment you.”
“Drake!”
The world turned upside down as Drake flipped her onto her back. With a slight wisp of air, he had her anchored to the bed with silken ties. She tested the bonds. No luck-she was thoroughly trapped. Thoroughly wet.
Licking her lips, she asked, “What are the rules?”
“The rules?” Drake's eyes smiled wickedly as his hands cupped her breasts. “Enjoy yourself. I will.”
A blindfold of some soft material covered her eyes. Her sense of sight cut off, Rhea waited for her lover's next move.
When it came she gasped with surprise. He was applying something warm and oily to her body. It smelled wonderful-and arousing.
“What is that smell? It smells familiar.” She moaned as his hands swept over her breasts, stopping occasionally to tweak her highly sensitized nipples.
“Ylang ylang. It's reputed to be an aphrodisiac. The perfume you wear contains some.” His hands soothed her inner thighs, swept over her sex and onto her lower abdomen.
“Well, its reputation is right on. It's wonderful.” She moaned as he twirled a finger gently in and around her navel.
“We'll get some body lotions and perfumes made for you with just that essence, then,” he said. “I like what it's doing to you. I could just eat you up.”
Drake placed his knee between her thighs, just close enough to her clitoris for her to sense its presence. Not close enough to do her any good.
“Please?” She strained to move her hips to get the pressure she craved. His knee ground against her labia for a few strokes then moved away. “Damn it, Drake! I need pressure.”
Drake's lips brushed hers as his hands massaged her breasts. His hair touched her face, causing her to shiver at the tickling sensation it caused. Her whole body was a mass of nerves, and he wasn't doing anything to relieve them. Was this how he'd felt last night? If so, he'd shown a lot of restraint in not throwing off his fetters and taking her sooner than he had.
“Pressure? In time, my own.” He breathed the words into her mouth. “First, you need to get ready to soar.”
She was about to tell him she was ready to fly with him, but his lips cut off her words with a deep, lusty kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth, conquering it easily. Then he pumped her mouth as his knee took up the same rhythm against her hardened sex.
Behind her blindfold, flash
es of colors swirled as she tried to moan. His lips captured her sounds of passion.
Then, he stopped. She lay panting and moaning, unable even to ask for what she wanted. And then he began the massage all over again, this time concentrating on her aching breasts. Between suckling her nipples, his tongue took side trips up the sensitive skin of her inner arm to her underarm area.
“Drake!” She tried to move her arms, but couldn't. If he didn't stop licking her underarms, she was going to die from the pleasure. “I need your cock. Now!”
“Not yet, darling.” He licked the underside of her upper arm with strong, firm strokes and sharp nips of his teeth. “You like this, huh?”
“Oh yeah. I never knew-” The rest of her sentence was cut off by a sharp gasp. Drake's fingers stroked her clitoris as his lips continued to make love to her arm. God, she was going to come. The ripples of pleasure built to the point of no return. As she fell over the precipice, she screamed, then convulsed with great shudders, her hands and legs pulling at the silken ties holding her to the bed.
Drake covered her with his body, providing comfort along with his warmth. Against her gasping lips, he muttered in hushed tones. “That's okay, darling. I've got you. You're mine. I'll always keep you safe.”
She trembled through the aftermath. Drake licked away the tears of pleasure streaking down her cheeks. Who'd have thought she'd come so strongly from having her arms licked? No other man but Drake, she thought, could have elicited such a strong sexual reaction from her.
“Drake?” She sighed against his lips as they nibbled hers. “I need you in me. Something tells me we need to do this.” She moved her hips against his throbbing penis as it lay perfectly aligned with her opening. “We need to do it. Now.”
Drake's husky laughter vibrated across her sensitized skin as he moved down her body taking her with his lips and tongue. As he reached her clitoris, he stopped. The blindfold came off with a silent wisp of air, and he captured her eyes with his. “Watch me take you. Know that you belong to me.”
“And do you belong to me?”
“Always, my own. Now and beyond eternity.” With those words, he conquered with his mouth, building her up, and as she was ready to soar once more, the bindings holding her to the bed disappeared. He moved up on her body, plunging his cock into her sex as he plundered her mouth with his tongue. Her arms and legs surrounded him, anchoring her to him as he took her to the skies once more.
* * * *
The warm water bubbled around them. Drake kissed the top of Rhea's head as she lay nestled between his legs in the large Jacuzzi.
A small groan, then a moan, escaped his woman's lips as she snuggled more closely against him.
“Sore, my own?” Drake caressed her arms with his fingers, kneading muscles strained from being bound to the bed.
“Sort of ... but in a good way.” She turned her head and placed a kiss on his chin. “Can we do that again?”
“Make love?” He laughed and nibbled the tip of her ear where it peeked through her auburn curls. “As much as possible. I promise.”
“Well that, too, but ... um ... I meant the tying up thing.”
Drake tilted her head back against his shoulder so he could see her eyes. “You mean the bondage?”
“Yeah.” She blushed beautifully, her cheeks looked like peaches against the cream of her fair skin. “It made it so much more ... intense.”
He was hard again. His penis throbbed against his stomach, trapped between their bodies. “Oh yeah. Whenever you want, my own.” He lifted her up and turned her around, then settled her on his throbbing tool. “But right now, we need to take care of a little problem I seem to be having.”
Her groan of delight shook him to his toes, as she reached out to grab his shoulders and start the motion that would take them to heaven once more.
“Little? I don't think so, darling.” Rhea leaned over and nibbled on his lower lip. “But I think I can handle it.”
“Oh yeah. Handle it,” he groaned into her mouth as she took his lips in a wet, hot kiss.
* * * *
“Stay here with the twins.” Drake stroked the end of her nose with a gentle finger and followed it with a light kiss. “I want you to be safe. Our powers are conjoined. I can use them from a distance.”
“I know that, but somehow I don't think that's going to be enough,” she said softly as she hugged Drake to her, afraid to let him out of her sight. Afraid she would never see him again.
After their morning loving was over, Drake met with the coven's most experienced witches and planned their strategy for the upcoming battle. Rhea had sat by Drake's side as he proved to all that he could access her power. She'd been amazed to see his hot-toned energy of red, purple, gold and blinding white mix with hers of green and blue. Although not totally confident in calling up her own powers yet, she found she could call up balls of fire, exhibiting the same energy mix as Drake's more powerful streams.
“The prophecy has been fulfilled,” Egbert, the most senior of the coven's elders, had pronounced. “No power on earth can separate you two. Your powers are fully joined.”
The relief of the witches in the room had been evident in their pleased faces and happy sighs, but in her gut, she still felt that it would take more than ultimate power to defeat Bettencourt's particular brand of evil. She'd expressed those doubts, but had been ignored.
She refused to allow Drake to ignore her concerns. Before he left her, he was going to heed her. “Drake, are you listening to me? I don't know how I know it, but I feel that our powers aren't going to be enough. I need to be there. To help you.”
“Rhea,” he sighed, as he leaned down, his nose touching hers. “You have no experience fighting other witches, especially those as evil and twisted as Bettencourt's followers. You could get hurt. I'd be distracted, more worried about protecting you, then fighting them.”
Tears of frustration filled her eyes. “I helped with Keir. None of you could save him.”
“Yes, you did. But that was healing. This is war.”
Rhea sighed. She wasn't getting through to him. She knew that the key to defeating Bettencourt wasn't might fighting might, but also knew that she wasn't going to convince her stubborn, alpha-male of a lover.
She'd find her allies elsewhere. She planned on being at Lincoln Park, and nothing and no witch in this coven would be able to stop her.
“Just be safe and come back to me.” She hugged him to her.
“Always.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Given the right circumstances certain patterns will emerge, or as chaos mathematicians call them “strange attractors.” -Chaos Magick: A Mathematical Approach, page 5.
“Rhea.” She could hear the pleading in Boris's tones. He hadn't stopped trying to dissuade her from her current plant of action since they'd left the Morgan Building. “Drake is not going to be happy about this.”
She cast the twins a quick glance as she maneuvered her way through late-night traffic on Michigan Avenue, heading west toward her home at the edge of the Lincoln Park area of the city.
“You can just stop now, Boris, or I'll leave you at my house while Igor, Grandmother and I go to help Drake and the others.”
Igor just smirked at his brother and said nothing. He'd backed her with his silent assent since she'd broached her plan to the twins.
She pulled into the alley behind her house and into the detached garage. As she got out of the car, the twins ranged alongside her, still following their main directive-to protect her with their lives.
“You know,” she said, as she tried not to giggle, “this is ridiculous. I should be protecting you now that I have all this power.”
“But you still do not have total control of it,” admonished Igor, speaking for the first time since they'd left downtown. “Coming to get your grandmother was the only reason I agreed to accompany you. Plus, we have more powers than you know. We could manage to hold you until the battle is over.”
She stop
ped at the back door to her house and turned to look at Igor. “Then, why did you let me leave the building?”
“Because I agree with you,” Igor said. “You were the only one who could save Keir. You have more experience with Bettencourt's type of twisted evil than Drake.”
“Are you saying that I'm twisted enough to figure out Bettencourt?” She wasn't sure she liked the idea of her followers thinking she was evil.
“No, you are not twisted,” chided Igor. “But you are female. Women in my experience are more likely to win by manipulation. Chaos magick is just employing magick in an unusual way. You already have a key to the patterns that Bettencourt has taught his followers.”
She unlocked and opened the back door. “So, I've got an edge. Right?”
“Exactly.” Igor smiled as he held the door for her. “You are the coven's secret weapon, so to speak. If might doesn't win the day, you can try your approach.”
“No, if Drake or any of the coven members are in danger of being hurt, I'll do my thing,” she corrected him.
“Same difference.” Igor smiled at her. “Let's go talk to your grandmother and see what she has to add.”
Boris grumbled under his breath, but followed her and Igor into the house. She led the way to the secret room. She noted that the front of her house had been repaired as if the altercation with Yorrick had never occurred. Pressing the correct combination on the wall panels, the door to the hidden room slid open.
Elspeth hovered above an armchair, reading one of the large books that cluttered the room. She looked up as the trio entered. “Ahh, at last, I was about to come after you. We have no time to lose. I can feel the energy building in the park.”
“Grandmother,” she said. “I sense that I need to be there or Drake and the coven will lose.”
“You are correct, my child.” Her grandmother smiled. “The power is strong in you. The power is now tripled. The power of three will be a blessing in disguise. Warrick Bettencourt will not know what hit him.”
“Tripled?’ Boris said. “What do you mean, my lady?”