The warrior looked down, and Eristta was lost in the exotic angles of his face, the warm bronze of his skin, and the deepness of his gaze. “You are ripe with passion.” His hand closed over her globe, then brushed the puckered tip. Eristta gasped, her hips squirming against his legs where he held her. “Like the most precious fruit, hanging full on the vine, ready to be plucked.”
“Goddess, shaman, your touch…it creates such sensations within me,” Eristta said breathlessly, letting the hot swirl of maddening desire work its way through her every limb. “Touch me more, everywhere,” she cried as she tried to spread her thighs, wanting him, needing him to slide his cock deep inside her.
Deftly, Red Claw held her legs together and brought his mouth down for another taste. Ah… He grinned around her areola. Her nipples were like jeweled beads on his tongue, and he suckled lightly, enjoying the mews of pleasure falling from his beloved’s lips like dewdrops on a cool September morning. His cock was so engorged, Red Claw feared that when he buried himself within her, she would scarce be able to accommodate him.
I must make this last…
Red Claw had no illusions about the choice they had made. A battle had begun on more than one front this night, and he would do anything to win both. But right now, he was intent on enjoying each sliver of pleasure.
Releasing her breasts, he drew his tongue along the leafy tattoo with deliberate slowness. He flicked his tongue along her petal-soft skin to her narrow waist, then above the mound of her quim, where the vines intersected. The tattoo separated and eased down to linger on the inside of each thigh. With sure hands, he palmed her hips and ran his thumbs over the ancient markings. Following their sloping course, his fingers traced just the outside of her damp lips before stopping on the inside of her thighs.
“Now, wastelakapi, open your legs for me.”
She did, her back arched, her head thrown back as her thighs parted. Without hesitation Red Claw cupped her firm ass and raised her slender hips so that her folds would meet his descending mouth. With surety, he ran his tongue directly up her slit, tasting the sweetness of her desire, and preparing her for more.
Eristta keened, the animal sound heightening Red Claw’s senses and desires to a near fever pitch. He delved his tongue into her quim, flicking, then thrusting as she ground her pelvis against his face. He slipped two fingers into her channel, fucking her with his fingers while sucking on her clit. Meeting her demands with tongue and nose and hand.
Feeling Eristta preparing to climax, he pulled away and took her chin in his hand. “You will not come yet, Eristta.”
Her desire-filled eyes widened, then narrowed. “You are ordering me not to climax?”
“Yes,” Red Claw replied, his lips curved.
He was well aware of Eristta’s ability to have multiple orgasms…admired it. But this encounter would be different for her. She would not be the one in control. Using one hand, he pinned her wrists above her head. “Heed me,” Red Claw started as his other hand drifted from her chin to trail down her neck and torso and on toward the flat of her belly. “You will burn with need, as do I, but you will not be sated until I say you may be.”
“No.” Eristta squirmed beneath him, thrusting her hips upward, but Red Claw kept her wrists firmly pinned to the ground. With deliberate slowness, the shaman gently kneaded her firm stomach, then down to the naked flesh of her mound. He worked his way to her upper thighs, exploring every inch of her with his gaze and hands.
“So perfect,” he murmured next to Eristta’s ear. Bringing his head down, he lightly lapped at the pointed rim before tracing the fine contours with his tongue.
“You are a devil,” Eristta groaned, her body writhing.
Red Claw had discovered long ago how sensitive elfin ears were, and had always wanted to lave at Eristta’s diminutive yet finely shaped lobes. Smiling, he continued to flick his tongue along the curve of her ear until she began to tremble once more and a loud moan escaped. He stopped, drawing her gaze. “Do not, Eristta,” he said firmly.
Her eyes flashed silver as she snarled, “I’ll do as I please, shaman!”
Pushing his braids behind him, Red Claw chuckled. “You will not.” And he remained still, not touching or tasting. When she realized he was serious, Eristta gave a seductive smile. “Come, Red Claw. Release my hands so that I may stroke your length. Let me slide my lips over your cock and bring you pleasure beyond all other.”
As difficult as it was, Red Claw ignored Eristta’s bribery attempt, and remained still, his hands holding her firmly. He tried not to stare at her luscious breasts or clean-shaven slit, or lovely long legs beneath him. After a few mews of displeasure, Eristta settled down. “All right, shaman. I have not climaxed.”
Their gazes met, and he nearly forgot his conviction to stay in control as he lost himself in their violet depths. But he wanted more than that. He wanted the elfin princess’s love—her heart.
That will not be so available as her body, brother.
Mato’s voice took him by surprise. He knew he was near, as he always was, but he’d assumed his guide would distance himself from this pleasure of the flesh. A bonding the bear was none too pleased with.
Red Claw felt the bear’s power shift within him, electrifying his sense and heightening everything threefold.
Would you deny me this pleasure? Mato spoke. I love and desire her as much as you, for we are one in our heart, brother.
Joy rushed through Red Claw. There was no fear in him that
Mato would assert himself, other than in the ways of instinct and inner power that he always did. All seemed right, now. As if he’d given his blessing, which, in essence, he had.
“Red Claw?”
Eristta. He looked down, blinking to clear the spirit of the bear from his field of vision. The beautiful elfin woman beneath him looked so lovely, she very nearly stole his breath.
“Have-have you changed your mind?” she asked softly. With his heightened senses he could taste her disappointment and sense fear in the blood rushing through her veins.
“No,” he said, or more accurately, growled. Red Claw released her pinned wrists. He gripped her hips and rolled over, placing her on top of him so that his cock rubbed against her wet folds. She gave a little moan as she sat up, her leg straddling him, her hands resting on his chest. “I want to see the pleasure on your face when I enter you, Eristta.”
Before she could respond, Red Claw lifted her and held her over his rigid staff. He brought her down with consummate control until the outer lips of her quim barely touched upon the tip of his shaft. Red Claw fought for control as he lowered her a fraction more until her moist heat warmed the head of his cock.
Eristta groaned and tried to slide down, but Red Claw held her in place, the muscles of his arms bulging.
“Shaman, you are trying to drive me mad!” Eristta accused, her eyes wild. “Why do you torture us, so?”
“We will remember every sensation, wastelakapi, and it will sustain us in darker moments.”
He could see that his words shocked her. He had not meant to remind her of the peril in which they found themselves. This was their moment, and Red Claw intended it to be burned into his memory deeper and brighter than any other.
“So be it!” Eristta tried to lean forward to pound his chest. “But, faerie tits, you are still driving me mad!”
He grinned wolfishly and lowered her again, his hands cupping her slender hips. He gritted his teeth as his cock slipped past the folds of her slit. Liquid heat coated his shaft. Eristta threw her head back and keened again, the primal sound reverberating through Red Claw’s soul.
“Feel how our bodies long for one another, wastelakapi. We are like a two parts of a whole, yearning for completion.”
“Complete me, Red Claw,” Eristta whispered, her hands holding his forearms, her unwavering gaze locked with his. “Complete us.”
Spreading her cheeks wider, Red Claw lowered Eristta down until he was entirely sheathed within her cream
y center. She gasped. Her head fell forward, hair spilling across his chest, mixing with the claws in a shower of silk. He held her firm on his shaft, muscles straining.
“I have never felt anything so perfect. So hot and tight.” Red Claw’s entire body strained with need as Eristta’s quim gripped him like a vise. Allowing his finer senses to emerge, he touched upon the beauty and power of her spirit. Caressed it with his own like an electric breeze.
Red Claw released her hips, allowing Eristta to plunge down until their groins ground against one another.
Both roared, the sound shattering the stillness and driving the birds from their trees. Feeling the bear’s presence, Red Claw opened his eyes and viewed his heart’s desire through the bear’s vision. She sat high upon him, her head thrown back, her breasts high and firm and her nipples erect. Her hair swirled in a silken cloud of midnight and blue around her shoulders. Her flesh glowed silver, and her eyes…
Mirrored, they reflected the bear’s gaze of ancient knowledge that neither man nor elf alone could know.
“Eristta,” Red Claw roared, his body primed, his spirit pulsating with power.
His beloved cocked her head, an exotic smile making her look even wilder. “I want all of you, shaman.” Her voice chimed an ancient tone. She leaned forward, her arms winding around either side of his jaw. “All of you, bear-man.”
Growling, he thrust upward, driving himself deep. Eristta screamed. She braced her knees on the ground and brought herself up, then forced herself down to meet his next thrust.
Such pleasure…such perfect pleasure.
All thought vanished. Red Claw lost himself in the sensation of his beloved’s hot channel. Of the silky feel of her ass in his hands, of her wild scent filling his nostrils and the power that swirled around their bodies like a vortex, building ever larger.
Again, he plunged, touching the top of her womb, knowing he was as deep as anyone had ever gone within her, and she welcomed him. With one hand he gripped her breast, pinching the diamond-hard nipple as he forced his hips upward to meet hers.
“Goddess,” Eristta hissed, lips parted, breath coming fast. “Release me!”
Cock still fully buried within her core, Red Claw rolled, placing the elfin princess beneath him upon the grass. Drawing her legs up to his waist, he rose to his knees and rocked forward. Digging her hands into the earth, Eristta moaned and pushed her hips upward until the couple slammed together.
“Yes,” Eristta shouted. “Make me yours, shaman.”
Her words burned into Red Claw’s mind and heart, and the ancient warrior and mystical beast roared their approval. With his hands cupping her ass, he possessed the raven-haired beauty, driving into her again and again. The ground seemed to shake as the shield surrounding them throbbed with fluorescent color and light.
Red Claw felt his climax building like a raging storm. From the very depths of his soul, he tapped the awareness of the bear and gathered the energy into his physical center searching for release. He knew Eristta was there as well, teetering at the brink, yet unable to surrender.
Watching her ethereal face, Red Claw leaned in. “Eristta…”
She opened her eyes. Passion dark, her pupils were rimmed with silver so bright, the radiance lit their sweat-beaded bodies. “Come for me, wastelakapi. Let go.”
Finding his way to her core, Red Claw thrust deep. Her contractions started at the same moment he heard her scream, then all was lost. His own orgasm shattered his awareness. As his seed pumped into the beautiful body of his beloved, the only thing Red Claw could see and sense was his lover’s rich, vibrant energy pulsating around him, through him.
Barely able to find his breath, Red Claw held himself above her, waiting for the sensations to lessen and for clarity to return. The heat from their bodies and the scent of their sex mixed with the rich aroma of loam and summer grass, reminding him of how natural, how intensely right their coupling had been.
He eased strands of hair away from Eristta’s face, then gathered her in his arms, rolling them onto their sides. With his heart still racing, Red Claw breathed deep, drawing in the rich perfume of their lovemaking.
They lay in silence, Red Claw stroking her hair, wondering what his elfin princess’s reaction would be to their coupling. His vision of the evil, hungry beast had not surfaced the entire time they’d coupled. There had only been their bodies, their desire, their hearts melding.
You must earn her heart, brother, came the bear’s rumble.
Eristta’s hand gripped Red Claw’s forearm. “I can hear him,” she whispered, her violet eyes gazing upward.
Red Claw raised a brow. “What?”
“You, shaman.” Eristta laid a hand alongside his jaw. “Your guardian spirit.”
Warmth spread to Red Claw’s every limb—and other places. He took her hand and placed his lips against the palm. “He can not help but love you as I do.”
Her body stiffened, and Red Claw froze.
With difficulty, Eristta removed her hand from Red Claw’s and sat up. The bubble that had protected them at Red Claw’s command shimmered and faded. A breeze brushed her bare skin and she shivered despite its warmth. She slipped to her feet and closed her eyes. Why were her emotions so raw? And why did she feel so befuddled?
No reason, really, except for the fact that what she’d just experienced was so far removed from all her previous experiences in pleasures of the flesh that she knew there was magick at work.
Whose magick, she wasn’t at all certain.
And there was the matter of the shaman’s inner force. The bear. She had felt his presence as they coupled, was thrilled by it. It was so natural, their blending. As if she had always been a part of their trinity. She had no fear of Red Claw’s vision. While truly terrible, between them they would work to destroy any chance of it ever happening.
Pulling her hair away from her face, Eristta opened her eyes and scanned the clearing. The greenies remained silent. In fact, the entire forest was eerily quiet.
“Eristta,” came Red Claw’s deep rumble over her left shoulder.
Eristta’s quim contracted at the sound of his voice and the warmth radiating from his skin. She dropped her hair, and turned. The intense, chiseled planes of his face spoke of his desire and love. Joy and unease curled together in Eristta’s abdomen. A distinctly unique sensation that Eristta had no idea how to dismiss or ignore.
Seemingly of their own accord, her hands sought the shaman’s broad chest. His skin was hot beneath her palms, his heartbeat strong. Eristta licked her lips and fought for rational thought. “Red Claw,” she started, her mouth dry. Red Claw covered her hands with his own and their eyes met. “Do you think Ferra’leen had aught to do with how powerful our coupling was?”
His brows rose. “Ferra’leen?” The shaman smiled and shook his head, braids slipping off his broad shoulders. “No. Not that type of magick. Our magick.”
Panic clawed at Eristta’s throat. She broke his hold and turned. Desire was something Eristta was on intimate terms with. But love…commitment…it was something so rare. So unlikely. Like Serosen and Selena. But theirs was a bond beyond mind and flesh. It was—
“Magickal.” Red Claw stood in front of her, his expression somber. “Eristta. It is time we stop fighting this.” With one finger he traced the tattoo along her jaw. “You convinced me that my efforts to deny my feelings and needs were misplaced. I agree with you. Our coupling was divine in nature. A perfect union. I know you felt the same.”
Closing her eyes, Eristta tried to erase the images of their bodies locked together, of their spirits rejoicing in their union.
I’m not ready for this…
Eristta stepped around the shaman and raised her arms, calling for Darous in elf-speak. Come, Darous. Find me.
She heard a grunt behind her, and suppressed a smile. She knew it was wicked to find pleasure in Red Claw’s discomfiture, but after nearly two hundred years of rejection, there was a subtle irony to it.
Eristta t
urned, wrapping herself in a quick shield of composure. “Red Claw, what we experienced was beautiful.” Eristta’s heart trilled at the smoky look in the shaman’s eyes as he stood bare before her. “I do not regret it. I will…” Eristta paused, drawing on her magick for strength. “Cherish it.” She shook her head. “But now we must concentrate on saving our land, my home. We have indulged at the expense of our friends and family.”
The shaman’s expression flattened, and he drew a deep breath before nodding. “Yes. We do need to find a solution—somehow.” His obsidian gaze fastened on her. “There will be time, wastelakapi, for us to explore our bond. I insist on it.”
His words sent a shiver down Eristta’s spine. She knew the shaman’s promises were ironclad. The idea terrified and thrilled her all in the same breath, but for now, she knew they must turn their attention to other things.
“Well, it’s about time.”
Both turned to see Darous wing his way into the clearing. He hovered between them, giving each a measured amber stare. “I can see some things have been worked out, while others have been left unattended.”
Eristta’s mouth quirked. “Mind your own, firewhit.”
Darous flitted into Eristta’s hair, settling behind her ear, his favorite spot. “I’ve a mind to harangue you for a decade for your foolishness, girl, but know it would fall on deaf ears.”
Red Claw swiftly dressed. While pulling on his boots, he fixed Eristta with a knowing gaze. “We have to find a way to delay the army. It’s our only chance.”
“Delay an army of thousands,” Eristta murmured, her mind spinning. “How are we to do that?”
Red Claw inclined his head in Darous’s direction. “I think you must ask your friend that question.”
Chapter Eight
“Darous?” Eristta asked, plucking the firewhit from her hair. She held him before her on her palm. “Do you have something to tell us?”
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