A Kind of Magic

by Donna Grant

  She arched her back off the bed as he reached up and claimed a breast in his hand.

  Her breasts were heavy and swollen, her nipples begging for attention that he gladly gave them. He did things to her nipples that she had never experienced before. The pleasure was intense and immediate. She moaned for more the same time she begged for release.

  “Not yet,” he whispered and kissed her stomach.

  Her fingers threaded in the covers as she strained against the pleasure building inside of her. Until finally he parted her nether lips and his tongue ran across her clitty.

  She cried out from the sensation and the fact he wouldn’t repeat it.

  “Please,” she begged.

  With one hand still on her breast, he moved the other until he cupped her sex and lightly pressed. Elle sighed and rubbed herself against his hand. Just when she had found a tempo, he removed his hand. She bit her lip to keep from crying out again, knowing whatever he did next would send her even higher.

  He didn’t disappoint.

  With his thumb he ran it back and forth over her clitty, barely touching, just the hint of something there while at the same time squeezing her nipple. The pleasure/pain sent her spiraling to another plane. Time and place were forgotten as he played her body as if he had known her forever, and her body welcomed him, eager for more delights he might share.

  Just when she was about to find release, he stopped.

  This time she did cry out.

  He leaned over and took her mouth in a kiss that awoke desires deep inside of her.

  She opened her eyes to look at him as he pulled away. “What have you done to my body?” she asked as she pulsed and squirmed for more.

  “Awoken your desires.”

  “More,” she said and heard his laughter.

  He moved back between her legs. “There will be more. Much more.”

  There was no more time for talking as his tongue replaced his thumb on her clitty.

  Bliss swept through her with each lick. He explored every inch of her sex with his tongue, then circled back up to concentrate on her clitty.

  She moaned and writhed on the bed as he increased the tempo, and just as she was about to come, he would stop and kissed her thighs or fondled her breasts. She didn’t know how much more she could take.

  And then it started all over.

  Elle lost count of the many times he would take her to the edge only to bring her back. She was mindless with desire, searching for the fulfillment she knew he could give her but kept just out of reach.

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  And just when she expected him to pull back again, he kept the tempo. As her orgasm continued to build, she let herself go and experienced the most mind blowing climax she had ever known. Yet it didn’t end.

  Roderick never stopped moving his tongue. As she reached peak after peak, he brought her higher and higher, and then he rose above her and entered her in one thrust.

  He was large, and it took her a moment to stretch to accommodate him, but it was well worth it to feel his thickness inside of her.

  Then he began to move within her. Elle wrapped her legs around his waist and met his thrusts. She never knew it could feel so wonderful. He would thrust long and slow, then quick and short, each time building the tension in her sex. To her surprise she felt yet another orgasm building. She was lucky if she had one climax, but two? Never.

  And when it hit, she cried out and clutched Roderick’s shoulders as the waves of pleasure consumed her. She felt him plunge deep inside of her, touching her womb as he threw back his head and his seed emptied into her.

  Roderick looked down at the woman in his arms. She lay spent, just as he wanted her, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted her again, and he began to fear there would never be enough.

  He slowly pulled out of her and rolled to his side, taking her with him. As he gazed at the top of the canopy, he found himself smiling. He had never given so much to a woman before, never wanted to please one so desperately, yet she had satisfied him more than he had expected or hoped for.

  She had touched a part of himself he had locked away at his brother’s death. A piece that he had thought forever dead. Now he wondered otherwise.

  “Roderick,” she whispered and snuggled closer.

  He ran a hand down her bare arm and kissed her forehead. Whatever happened now, Elle Blanchard was his.

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  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Elle awoke before Roderick. She had expected to wake to find him gone, and it pleased her immensely to discover him still in her bed. Slowly, she moved out of his arms until she was between his legs. Thankfully he slept on his back or her plan would have had to wait for another time.

  After all the pleasure he had given her, she wanted to give some to him, so she planned to do something she had never done before.

  She admired his perfect form, letting her hands trace over his slim hips and bulging thighs. And to her amazement, as she watched, his rod had begun to thicken. It wasn’t hard yet, but she planned to take care of that. She bent forward and took him in hand. He was smooth and partially flaccid. She blew on him as he had done her and saw him grow a little more. She repeated the action twice more, and though he wasn’t fully erect, he was half way there.

  Next, she cupped his sacs as she closed her other hand on his staff. He moaned.

  Instantly, her gaze went to his face, begging him to sleep yet.

  When he didn’t open his eyes, she moved her hand up and down his rod until he grew stiff. A smile pulled at her lips when he issued another moan and turned his head.

  Her breath caught in her throat, for she wasn’t done yet.

  With one hand still on his rod, she bent until she took him in her mouth. Silky smooth, hot and hard as granite. How something could be all three was an amazement to her, but she enjoyed learning him.

  Since he was so large, she couldn’t take him into her mouth as far as she would have liked, but she found licking him like he was a sucker was what he liked best by his moans. It wasn’t until she felt his hands on her shoulders that she knew he was awake.

  “By the gods,” he groaned. “I’ve never felt anything so good.”

  It was just what she wanted to hear, so she doubled her efforts.

  “Stop or I spill now,” he said between clenched teeth.

  But Elle didn’t want to stop. She wanted to pleasure him.

  “Elle.” He sounded pained, but still she didn’t stop. She used her other hand to cup his sacs again.

  “I want to take you with me,” he begged, but nothing he could say would stop her.

  He stiffened beneath her, and she assumed he was about to orgasm. She should have known better. He moved with lightening speed, and Elle next found herself face down on the bed and Roderick on top of her.

  “I just wanted to please you,” she said, wishing she had managed it somehow.

  “You pleased me more than you know, but I want to take you with me when we climax,” he said huskily in her ear.

  Chills of anticipation ran down her body. After the lovemaking last night, Elle didn’t know what he could possibly do different, but then she realized what she knew of A KIND OF MAGIC

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  sex could be held in a thimble. Obviously, Roderick knew much more.

  Which was quickly grasped when his hand reached down between her body and the bed and found her pulsing bud. Since she was already turned on by playing with him, it took just a few flicks of his finger to bring her to the edge. Her sex clenched as she eagerly awaited the feel of him inside of her.

  His laughter rumbled around her. “Not yet,” he said.

  She was really beginning to hate those words, yet how could she when he brought her such pleasure?

  He nudged her legs open with his knee, and with his hand against her womanhood, he urged her hips up. His fing
er slipped inside of her heat, and she groaned.

  “Yes,” she whispered, her hands tangled in the sheets.

  He removed his finger and rubbed it against her bud while his hand grasped her hip to keep her still. She was breathless and begging for more when his finger again dipped inside of her. This time another joined the first, spreading her. She closed her eyes and rocked back against him as her pleasure built. Then, his hands were gone, replaced by his long, thick staff. She bit her lips and moaned as he filled her slowly.

  He eased out and pushed farther inside of her. He repeated the process until he was fully sheathed. Elle waited for him to begin pumping inside of her, but he didn’t move. Instead, he reached around and fondled her clitty again.

  She tried to move her hips, but he kept her locked in place. She cried out at the pleasure and not being able to move. Then, his hand shifted to her back side. He used both hands to rub her cheeks, and she used that time to slowly move her hips so that she might reach orgasm.

  She should have known better.

  Just as she thought he didn’t know what she was doing, he put one hand on her hip and the other he placed on palm down just below her lower back. Since he ran his hand between her cheeks before, she didn’t think anything of it, and forgot all about his hand being there as he began to slowly move inside of her.

  With the pressure building yet again, she moaned low in her throat when his thumb stopped at the tight bud of her anus. He didn’t enter her, just applied the tiniest bit of pressure.

  It was all it took to send her over the edge. She splintered into a million pieces as Roderick thrust inside of her, his tempo ever increasing. She was just coming down from her climax when he cried out and thrust deep within her.

  She was slow to return to reality, but when she did it was to find Roderick on his stomach looking at her. She returned his smile and linked hands with him.

  “Wow,” she said.

  His smile broadened. “I think we woke the castle.”

  “I don’t care.” She laughed because it was true. “After the way you’ve made me feel, I wouldn’t care if the entire realm knew what we were doing.”

  “Did you sleep well?”

  “Extremely well, thank you,” she said and kissed his lips. “How about you?”

  “Very

  well.”

  “Since no one woke us, I think it’s safe to say the harpies didn’t arrive last night.”

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  She shouldn’t have mentioned them. As soon as the words were out of her mouth his smile slipped, and he frowned. She opened her mouth to say more, but his finger over her lips quieted her. Sounds from the bailey drifted through the arrow slits, and she felt Roderick relax beneath her.

  “There is much we need to do today,” he said as he sat up and leaned against the headboard.

  Elle sat back on her haunches, her hands on her knees. “I know.”

  “Are you worried?”

  She nodded. “For the safety of the people of Stone Crest. I know you, Val, and Hugh can take care of yourselves, but you cannot watch everyone.”

  “Nay, we cannot. If I were able to save everyone, I would.”

  “I know,” she said and took his large, calloused hand into hers. He had a man’s hand, not smooth and womanly, but rough and beautiful.

  “Did you speak with Aimery last eve?”

  She nodded and raised her gaze to Roderick.

  He grinned. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

  “Of course. I asked, but he wouldn’t give me an answer right then. He said he needed to think on it.”

  “Hmmm,” Roderick said and leaned up to give her a kiss. “Just like Aimery.

  You may not know the answer until the last moment. What kind of weapon did you ask for?”

  She gulped. “Was I supposed to be specific? Mina didn’t tell me that?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t think it matters. The Fae give you a weapon they think will be the most useful to you.”

  “Then I’m in trouble.”

  “Why?” he asked, his brow furrowed.

  Elle turned and scooted off the bed. “I don’t know how to use any weapon, and if he waits, it’s as useless to me as if I didn’t have one at all.”

  Roderick didn’t answer her right away. He swung his legs over the bed and stood. He didn’t bother with clothes as he walked to her. “I know you would feel safer with a weapon, but I will protect you with my life.”

  “I don’t want it to come to that. I would much rather have you alive.”

  “Me, too,” he answered with a grin.

  His gaze shifted over her shoulder, and he murmured something in a language she had never heard. Elle turned around to find three weapons propped against the wall near the bed.

  “I didn’t hear anyone come in,” she said as Roderick walked to the weapons.

  “These are my weapons that were left in your time.”

  “Then how did they get here?” His answers were only confusing her more.

  “Aimery.”

  She looked around the room, expecting Aimery to jump out, and she quickly reached for a blanket to cover herself.

  “He’s already come and gone,” Roderick said over his shoulder. “There’s no need to hide yourself now.”

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  “You mean he saw us?” she asked as she looked under the bed.

  A chuckled was her answer. “I’m sure he did.”

  “Oh, God,” she moaned and buried her head in her hands. How could she face him now? And what if he told the others?

  Strong hands took hold of her shoulders and raised her to her feet. “Don’t,”

  Roderick said and moved a lock of hair from her face. “Aimery will say nothing, so do not worry yourself.”

  Easy for him to say, she thought. She nodded and glanced at the weapons. “I thought you only had a halberd and a sword.”

  “I did,” he said as he crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her.

  “Then were did the other weapon come from?”

  “I think ‘tis yours.”

  Elle studied him a moment before she turned toward the weapon. It looked somewhat like a bow and arrow but much smaller.

  He moved beside her and picked the weapon up. “The Fae have many weapons.

  This is one that Aimery thought would suit you.”

  “But I don’t know how to shoot a bow and arrow.”

  He shrugged and smiled. “Looks like you better learn.”

  She held the magnificent weapon in her hands. It was light but sturdy. She pulled back on the string as if she had notched an arrow. It fit her hands perfectly, as if someone had measured her.

  Upon closer inspection, she saw many designs that looked like Celtic knots that were so popular in her time, but different, more fantastical and intricate.

  “It’s

  beautiful,”

  she said and ran her hand over the wood.

  “Everything the Fae does is beautiful.”

  She raised her eyes at his tone, as if he were remembering something. “Have you ever been to their realm?”

  He shook his head, a sad look on his face. “Few are allowed there. Hugh has been summoned a few times, and his descriptions are incredible. I would love to see it sometime.”

  “I bet you’ll get your chance.”

  A knock sounded on her door then.

  She glanced at Roderick who stood stock still. Since he refused to look at her, she padded across the cold stone floor to the door.

  “Who is it?” she asked.

  “Lady Mina said you might need a bath this morning.”

  “Yes, please,” Elle replied and unbarred the door.

  The servant hissed and ran towards the hearth. “The fire went out, milady,” the maid said.

  “I’ll tend to that,” Roderick said.

  Elle jerked aroun
d, hoping he had covered himself, only to find him standing with his clothes on. She shivered in the blanket, not used to the cold climate of England. A fire would be nice, not that she had noticed while snuggled up against Roderick.

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  rekindle the fire. While the wooden tub was brought in and filled with water, Elle stood back and watched.

  With steam rising from the tub and a fire crackling, all Elle wanted was to be alone with Roderick. And it seemed he was of like mind.