WingsOfDesire-AriannaSkye

by Arianna Skye

  “I’m going mad,” Rhiannon breathed out, while the water lapped around them.

  Cerne rested his hand against her flat stomach and traced a finger around her belly button.

  He ground his rock-hard erection against her and cupped a breast through the shiny fabric. “Do I

  make you mad?” he whispered, allowing his tongue to trace along an earlobe.

  Rhiannon’s breath caught, and Cerne continued to kiss and nibble down her neck. He fumbled with the ties of the garment covering her breasts, his hunger increasing tenfold.

  Cerne looked down at her. Her emerald eyes glistened with the moonlight from above and the light illuminating the water from beneath. Cerne smiled, managing to untie the top. He dropped the silky material into the water and let it float away.

  “I’ve missed you, leannan. Your body, your scent—your taste.” He traced a hand down her stomach and underneath the slit of identical fabric that barely covered her mound. Tracing his fingertip against the hard nub of her clit, he could already feel her slick juices dripping from her nether lips.

  “Ah...” he whispered, tweaking a nipple with his other hand. “I see you’ve missed me too.” A wicked grin curved his lips. He lowered his mouth to the other nipple and took the rosy bud between his lips, nipping and sucking the sensitive peak. He wanted to lick and nibble every inch of her delectable body. “Let me hear you say it. How much did you miss me?” He rubbed his finger against her clit.

  Rhiannon let out a soft moan. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair. “I missed you,” she gasped, her hips grinding into his. “Please,” she whispered, while Cerne continued to pinch and rub the hard nub. Her body shuddered against him and she lost her footing, pulling both of them underwater. Cerne chuckled, watching Rhiannon surface.

  Pulling her against his body and into his arms, Cerne kicked and swam on his back toward shallower water.

  She rested her head on his chest and sighed. “If this is insanity, I should’ve signed up ages ago.” When they were able to touch bottom, she turned, straddled his hips, and wrapped her legs around his waist. She reached down and took him in her hand, brushing her naked breasts against his chest. Waves of desire rippled throughout his entire body. Rhiannon licked her lips then traced one rock-hard nipple and breast with her free hand.

  He groaned, his cock pulsing in her hand. “Oh Gods, Rhiannon.” She squeezed him, stroking with slow, deliberate movements. She pressed her body closer, the hard nubs of her nipples teasing his chest.

  “I’ve missed you this much.” She reached for his hand and guided him to her moist warmth, continuing to stroke him with her other hand. “I need you, Cerne. Please fuck me.”

  He growled in pleasure. “I can’t...Beltane,” he gasped out.

  She quickened the pace, moving her other hand back to his sac. Pressing her body closer, she rolled his sac in her hand. She then inched further back and spread the globes of his ass apart.

  Her fingers teased, massaged, and probed him. He shuddered as her finger pressed inside.

  Oh, dear Gods, where had she learned to do that? A bolt of ecstasy coursed through his body when she thrust her finger in and out of his dark cavern. “We should wait to join our bodies.”

  “You can have pleasure without penetration,” she breathed in his ear, her tongue tracing along his earlobe. “Let me give you pleasure.”

  He groaned again while fingernails grazed against his distended flesh. Her warm breath along with her nibbles and licks along his neck sent shivers of ecstasy wracking through his body. He traced his fingers against her mound, allowing his thumb to stroke her clit.

  He tugged at her skimpy bottoms, pulling the string against her slit. Tiny moans escaped her lips and she ground her pelvis against his. He moved his other hand to cup a cheek in his hand and slid his finger into her crevice. Jerking the string, he rent the scrap of a garment in two.

  “The consort must wait—”

  She placed a finger over his lips. “Shh.”

  Rhiannon wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers running through his hair. She pulled his face closer to hers and placed her lips to his, teasing him with her tongue, brushing her body against his.

  He moaned against her lips. Were faerie princesses supposed to be so brazen? If so, he was looking forward to becoming prince consort.

  She pressed her tongue against the crease of his lips. He groaned against her mouth and allowed it entrance. The taste of her lips and mouth and the electricity of their dueling tongues sent waves of hot need coursing through his veins and down to his engorged cock.

  She must have noticed him throbbing against her, because she pulled her lips from his. He made no protest, allowing her to pull him to the steps that led into the pool.

  “Sit down.” With a hint of confidence, she pointed toward the steps.

  “What are you going to do, my princess?” he asked, lowering himself onto the stone steps.

  The water rippled and swirled against his skin.

  “Spread your legs, mo cridhe.” She slinked down next to him. Hearing her call him her heart caused his heart to race and his body to shudder. Unfathomable hunger filled him to the

  core.

  She reached over and took him in her hand, pumping his cock hard. She rolled on top of him, causing the water to glide across his skin in slow, sensuous waves.

  “You’re torturing me, mo cridhe. I can’t take much more.” His breath hitched as she lowered her lips to his nipple and circled it with her tongue. She took it in her mouth and nibbled.

  “Gods, Rhiannon!” he groaned loudly. His body shuddered against her. “I’m going to explode.”

  She looked up with hazy emerald eyes and a devious smile. “I’ve only just begun.” She kissed down his stomach, inching down his body, until she rested in between his legs, her nipples brushing teasingly against the sensitive flesh of his thick erection. She looked up at him, her gaze impish. A heat radiated from her emerald eyes.

  He reached down and stroked a tendril of hair that had fallen against her cheek. She lowered her mouth back to the contours of his muscles, licking a slow, seductive path down toward the patch of hair surrounding his shaft.

  Cerne groaned when she darted her tongue out and licked around the base of his shaft. “You can’t do that, mo cridhe.”

  “I want to return the favor, leannan. ” She wrapped her fingers back around him and stroked up and down. Her seductive gaze sent all the blood in his body right down to his cock. Any more teasing and he was sure he’d burst right there in her hand. With a slow, wispy breath, she traced her tongue up the length of his shaft, to the sensitive tip. She licked in slow, circular motions while the water lapped against their bodies.

  He had had enough. He needed her in the worst way. "Put it in your mouth." He twisted his fist in her damp auburn curls and pulled her down toward his aching sex. His hips bucked on their own freewill, up toward those beautiful lips. He had to have her hot, wet mouth wrapped around his thick shaft.

  As if sensing his need, Rhiannon lowered her lips over his distended flesh.

  He moaned as her full, luscious lips encircled him, inching slowly down his rigid length, sending waves of madness rushing through his body. Her head bobbed up and down his length while her hand worked the base.

  Even with his shaft in her mouth, he could see she was smiling, the spark evident in her

  emerald eyes. Gods, she looked so beautiful with his cock impaling her mouth. He reached down between her legs, letting his finger trace along her slit, and tweaked the engorged nub of her clit.

  The splashing of the water surrounding him along with the delicious sound of her licking and sucking him sent currents of pleasure racing through his body. The harder she sucked, the closer he was to coming.

  “Oh Gods, yes,” he groaned. “Faster, mo cridhe.” His pelvis ground against her mouth as she took him in deeper than he knew possible. His cock shuddered while she reached down to cup and massa
ge his tightening sac.

  She moved up and down his shaft harder, faster. He continued his gentle assault on her clit, enjoying the sounds of her gasps and moans mingling with the sounds of her bobbing and sucking his rigid staff.

  With a wide grin, he stroked her clit, watching her body quiver while a soft moan escaped her lips. She gasped loudly against his hardness as climax clouded her eyes.

  There was no turning back now. His cock pulsed and his seed threatened to spew.

  “Oh Gods, Rhiannon.”

  She looked up at him. Come for me, mo cridhe. A haze of lust and desire washed over her eyes while she slammed her mouth up and down the length of his shaft.

  He growled loudly. “Oh, deities! I’m coming!”

  He spasmed as his seed exploded in her mouth, coating her throat while she hungrily swallowed each hot spurt. Feeling her throat tightening around the head, he let out a primal groan that echoed in his ears.

  “That was incredible.” He pulled her against him. “We may have just broken protocol though. The consort’s responsibility is to pleasure his queen.” He lowered his lips to hers and hungrily nibbled and sucked.

  Protocol be damned. He needed this woman, and by Gods, he would have her—in every way imaginable. He grinned against her scrumptious mouth.

  And maybe some unimaginable, as well.

  Chapter Three

  She must have hit her head on the board when she dove in. It was the only explanation she could find for how she'd ended up in Cerne's arms again.

  “I've died and gone to heaven, haven't I?” she asked, looking into his hazy jade eyes.

  Cerne pulled her close to his thick, muscled body and swirled his tongue along her lips. “No, mo cridhe. You’re very much alive.”

  “Are you some sort of magician or something?” Not that she was one to believe in magic, but he had appeared out of thin air on two separate occasions.

  Cerne traced a fingertip against her nipple. “A magician of sorts,” he said with a lazy drawl.

  “Perhaps we could take our discussion indoors?”

  The chill of the air on her back caused her skin to pebble. “It's getting cold anyway. I usually don't swim this late, but I've had a rather strange day.”

  “We can discuss it inside, my sweet.” As he stood, beads of water dripped down the broad expanse of his chest and the hard ridges of his abdomen to his cock. He put the Greek Gods to shame. And his scent—male, woodsy, and erotic—it drove her mad with desire.

  This isn't healthy. Lara was right. She needed to find a real man and put Mr. Fantasy in the back of her thoughts.

  “You know, uhh...Cerne,” Rhiannon began, scooping up the scrap of her bikini bottom.

  “This was fun and all, but we can't do this anymore.” Damn, she felt like a kid again, sending away an imaginary friend. Only she wasn't a kid, and this imaginary friend was a bona fide sex god.

  “I don't understand. Did you not enjoy yourself?” He stepped from the pool, a frown etched across his face.

  “Yes, I enjoyed myself.” Now she had to start explaining herself to this figment of her warped imagination? This is priceless. “But, I've taken a vow to remain celibate until I meet the right man. An imaginary sex god doesn't quite qualify as Mr. Right.”

  “I am most certainly real, and what I have to tell you is important.” He clapped his hands and in less than an instant he was dry. Damn, talk about magic!

  He stalked toward his discarded clothing and began to dress. “Gods' teeth!” he exclaimed with frustration. He snapped his fingers and his outfit materialized on his magnificent body.

  Darn, there goes my view. What did she expect though? She’d just told Mr. Fantasy to hit the road.

  Rhiannon confiscated the swim top that lazily floated by and sighed. She pulled the bikini top down over her breasts and tied it behind her. This is going nowhere fast. She had less trouble getting rid of Bluto MacDorf, her crazy, imaginary friend from her army brat days. As her parents and she moved from base to base, Bluto seemed the only thing that kept her sane.

  “Bluto was your faerie godparent,” Cerne said. “All human children have them. You didn't send him away. He left when you came of age.”

  Super, he can read my mind too. How very imaginary-friend-like. “So you're the expert on faerie godparents too? Tell me this, if Bluto was a faerie, why am I still on Earth?” Rhiannon asked, holding what remained of her bikini bottom in front of her. “How about making yourself useful and handing me a towel?” She pointed to the pink towel hanging on the fence.

  “I'm an expert in all things faerie, and, to answer your question,” Cerne continued with a smile, “Bluto did notify us of your whereabouts. Alas, you kept moving, and faerie godparents can only watch and guide children, not bring them into Fey—even if they belong there.” Cerne lifted his hand, extended his finger toward the towel, and motioned it. The towel rose from the fence and floated toward her like a magic carpet. Not to be outdone, he signaled the towel to fold itself. As if it were a weightless feather, the towel landed beside the pool ledge.

  Maybe it was time to check the pool's pH level, because she was on some sort of trip and it wasn't the kind involving an airplane. Not wanting to dwell on whatever hallucinations she may or may not be having, Rhiannon grabbed the magic towel and bounded out of the pool. She wrapped the towel around her body and secured it with a quick twist.

  “Thanks for the assistance.” She wrenched around toward the exit. “I did enjoy myself, but I need someone real to fool around with.” She stalked to the gate, opened it and stepped out of the pool area. Rhiannon slammed the gate, locked it behind her and marched to the house. She turned her head for one final glance.

  Cerne stood with his arms across his ripped chest. You must believe me. You are the White Faerie princess and I've come to take you home.

  “Oh, now I'm a princess? Where are my glass slippers and the magic pumpkin? Is it

  midnight yet?” She threw back her head and laughed. “I'm definitely calling Shady Acres, because one of us is crazy, for sure.”

  “What’s Shady Acres?” Cerne asked, joining her on the patio.

  Rhiannon blinked. Didn't she just lock that gate? “A funny farm? The loony bin? Where they send people who are off their rockers.”

  “I'm afraid I don't completely understand your human tongue yet.” Cerne grinned. “Only when it's tracing along my lips and, of course, my shaft.” Rhiannon huffed. “This is no time for jokes. I'm being serious. As soon as I get inside, I'm going to notify the authorities. Either way, one of us will be taken away in a straitjacket. From the looks of it, it’ll probably be me.” She shrugged at Cerne’s bemused gaze. “It means I’m crazy.”

  “You're not crazy. I just need a few minutes to explain.” Cerne grabbed her hand in a firm yet gentle embrace. Tiny tingles of electricity raced across her skin. “Can you not feel the connection? I know I can.”

  Against her better judgment, she spoke. “Okay, I'll give you ten minutes to explain whatever it is you think is so important.” She opened the sliding door and allowed him entrance. Mr.

  Magic would find a way in regardless.

  “Thank you, mo cridhe. Your trust is very important to me.” Rhiannon chuckled, grabbed her denim shorts off the floor and pulled them on. “Just so you know, I don't trust you at all.” She snatched her cell phone from the dining room table and stuffed it in her pocket. “One wrong move and I'll have the cops here in a heartbeat.”

  “What are cops?” Cerne asked with amusement. What did he think was so funny?

  “Police officers, law enforcement?” She shook her head at Cerne's blank stare. “The fuzz?”

  “Sorry, I haven't spent too much time on Earth.” Cerne grinned and traced a fingertip along her ass as she walked past him. If anyone else were to act in such an uncouth way, she would've castrated him onsite. However, the sensation from his fingertips caressing her buttocks sent shivers of heat and desire racing through her body. Unnerving, yet strangel
y exciting.

  She stiffened, not wanting him to sense her attraction. “I'd appreciate it if you'd keep your hands off my backside,” she said curtly, and turned toward the kitchen. She needed a tall glass of something strong. Maybe drinking herself into a stupor would get rid of Mr. Dream Hunk. “I'm getting something to drink. Are you thirsty?”

  Cerne appeared in the doorway, dimples furrowing deep in his cheeks. “I'm thirsty for you, Rhiannon. There’s so much I want to show you … teach you.” Rolling her eyes, she dragged out two glasses from the top cupboard and sat them on the counter with an unceremonious clank. She traced her finger along the wine rack and perused her meager selection.

  “Well, I hate to let you down, but I'm not on tap tonight. You'll have to settle for wine instead.”

  Aha! She'd found the perfect choice. Rhiannon pulled out the bottle of Arbor Mist Blackberry Merlot and poured two tall glasses. She didn't need to impress anyone. After all, he was imaginary, right?

  “Okay.” She thrust the glass into Cerne's hand. “Let's go in here.” She led him through the tiny dining area, past the hallway to the living room. Noticing the breeze whipping the drapes, Rhiannon shut the large bay windows and drew the curtains closed.

  “Have a seat.” Rhiannon pointed toward the couch sitting directly across from the window.

  She sipped her wine and waited for Cerne to sit.

  Cerne roved around the room, examining her furnishings. He traced a finger along the burgundy end table and picked up the ceramic unicorn she'd painted in eighth grade. “Unicorns, although beautiful to look at, are rather vile beasts.” He set the figurine back down and took a seat. “Comfortable, but not as much as the palace.”

  “So you're telling me you've seen a unicorn?” Rhiannon fumbled with her cell phone and sat on the opposite end of the sofa.