On a sigh, Hazel turned, closing the small distance between them as she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face to his chest, inhaling his scent. Sandalwood, mint, maybe a bit of vanilla. “No, not anymore.”
His long dark hair was tied into a ponytail, the tips swishing against her forearms. “Mmm.” She could feel his heart hammering as he wrapped his arms around her, encircling her with strength and warmth. “Your dress is very impractical for this weather.”
She pulled away just enough to look up at him, his face shielded by his own mask. He had a wry smirk on his lips.
“Would it be better if I was covered in dowdy cotton?”
He licked his lips. “It would be better if you were covered in me.”
She could have giggled with giddiness. His mask only revealed full lips, a strong chin and dark sparkling eyes, glinting with wicked intentions. “So you missed me then?” she teased again. He made her feel so alive. So cherished.
“I think about you every day. All day.” He leaned into her, his lips brushing hers so tenderly. “Yes, I missed you.”
And then he really kissed her. His tongue lunging deep, stroking her, loving her, making her want to gasp and moan. He gripped her ass, urging her to lift her legs to wrap around his waist as he hoisted her up. Her breasts pressed hard against his chest, nipples aching, heart pounding.
This was how it always was. A flame that never seemed to diminish, no matter how many days passed between their visits.
How she would go without him for the rest of her life, she didn’t know.
He moved them away, to their secret spot shielded in the woods, and worshiped her body. Licking her every inch as he slowly dismantled her dress, slipping parts away to expose her flesh to his roving lips and tongue. Every spot he touched tingled with pleasure. When he sucked hard on her nipples, laving them then nipping, cupping her breasts with his palm before flicking with his fingers, she was on fire. He slipped the dress down her body, then nestled between her thighs to lick and stroke there too, sucking so hard on her clit that she exploded with a loud cry of pleasure.
And she did the same to him. Wound him up, rung him out. His cock was long and thick. Her lips were barely able to wrap around the width and no way was she taking his shaft all the way down. He was a big man in general—six foot four at least, with a broad muscled chest, like he worked out, or worked hard. His skin was olive, sun-kissed with no tan lines. Dark hair curled lightly around his nipples, trailing down in a line to that fine cock. She liked to take him down to the back of her throat, not all the way down, he was much too big for that, but as far as she dared while cupping his balls. She loved to make him moan and writhe beneath her. Especially when she replaced her mouth with her pussy, riding him hard and fast under the blanket of stars.
They made love for hours, her orgasms shattering her each and every time, making her forget, if only for a bit, that she was meant for greater things. Things beyond human understanding. Heartbreaking things that demanded sacrifice, great sacrifice. For those blissful moments, she couldn’t think what could possibly be greater than this.
She lay panting in his arms, her body feeling light, a sheen of sweat making her shiver. “It’s always so amazing with you. You make me feel really good.” She knew she shouldn’t gush, that it made her sound young and inexperienced. Which she was, really, since the encounters she’d had with him were the only ones she’d ever had—the only ones she would ever have. He had this way with her, making her feel cherished and exotic, beautiful and loved, just with his body. With his penetrating eyes and his tender lips.
He sighed deeply, running his fingers up and down her arm. “I feel the same way. I wish we could stay like this forever.”
Her heart clenched. They didn’t have forever. What a stark reminder. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again quickly. What would she say? What could she tell him? Despite the fact that he was a practicing Pagan, and wore a forearm tattoo that branded him so, it was forbidden for her to tell any human about her witchy status. It could put White Willow at risk. Humans had turned on them once before. Even though she believed he never would, she couldn’t confide in him about being the Promised One. Not that. Not ever.
“I’m in town for a while. The coven is preparing for a solstice celebration.” He gripped her tight and pulled her almost on top of him, his cock growing hard at the slight touch. “You could just stay here until then.”
Summer Solstice was in a matter of days. Despite the fact that she would be so close, hidden away at White Willow, she wouldn’t be able to get away, not even for a few hours. Disappointment crushed her. He’d never stayed longer than one night at a time usually. “I’m sorry. I won’t be able to get away again for a while.” It felt like her heart was shattering.
His fingers stilled, he released his grip and her body slid back down to his side. “Sweetheart, I know that something is wrong, I can feel it. Be honest with me. Is there someone else?”
Yes. My mother. “No.” She raised her head and turned, propping herself on her elbow so she could look down at him. “I have…” She searched for the right words. “A family obligation.”
“Your mother again?”
She’d told him only a little about her mother’s controlling ways, trying to paint herself as a normal human girl. It was often her mother who prevented her from attending various ceremonies anyway. She could only sneak out unnoticed at certain times, when her mother was consumed with other very important things. Otherwise she kept her life very secret, like her identity. She and her lover didn’t even know each other’s names, texting only when they could sneak away to see one another.
“You should tell that woman to shove her obligation up her—”
“Let’s not talk about her.” Hazel leaned down and gave him a soft kiss.
“She’s controlling, manipulative, from what you’ve told me—”
She opened her mouth over his, licking him, stroking him, silencing him. He moaned. She reached down to stroke his growing erection, his tip slick with a mixture of her cream and his.
As she pulled away from the kiss she felt a tug on her mask. “Let me see your face.”
She gasped, flung up her hand to stop him. “No!” And then she said more quietly, “You always say the mystery is what keeps you coming back.”
“That’s not what keeps me coming back.” He smiled wickedly. “For once, I’d like to make love to you without any barriers.”
He started to lift his own mask. Hazel caught a glimpse of high cheekbones. “No!” She stopped him once again. “Not this time. Please. I’ll find a way to come to the solstice. We’ll reveal ourselves then.” How she would do that she didn’t know, but she’d have to find a way. There had to be a way. She needed to see him one last time.
He sighed, lowering his mask. “As you wish, sweetheart.” There was such disappointment in his voice.
“I think we can make better use of this time.” She slid herself on top of him, slipping him inside, enjoying the feel of him filling her, consuming her, making her feel something more than obligation, duty, and the overwhelming press of her destiny.
About the Author
Every day is Halloween for author Angela Addams. Enthralled by the paranormal at an early age, Angela spends most of her time thinking up new story ideas that involve supernatural creatures in everyday situations. She believes that the written word is an amazing tool for crafting the most erotic of scenarios and has recently started down a dark path to disturbing thrillers and erotic horror.
Her Order of the Wolf series, featuring kick ass Amazon warriors and their mates, and her Dark War series, set in a world of witchcraft and war, are available from Entangled Publishing.
She is an avid tattoo collector, a total book hoarder, and loves anything covered in chocolate…except for bugs.
She lives in Ontario, Canada in an old, creaky house, with her husband, children, four cats, and a couple of weird guinea pigs.
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Also by Angela Addams
Witch Hospital Romance
The Witches of White Willow
Feral Heart
The Dark War Series
The Dark War
The Order of the Wolf
Cursed
Wolves’ Bane
Spell-Weaver
Valiant Heart
Beast Rising
Single Titles
Burning Kiss
The Temptress
Assassin
Ghost Bride
Coming Soon
Feral Heart
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