by Celia Sweet
The animal in him reached for her, but before he could take hold, time stuttered, rocking them both where they sat.
"No," she wailed, laying her forehead against the juncture of his abdomen and thigh. "That couldn’t have been three hours."
It hadn’t been. Duncan knew it. So little time. Not nearly enough. "Come here," he said, holding out his arms to her.
Dawn raised her head and gazed at her man. He looked better than ever. She credited their lovemaking with the effect. Sweat curled the hair over his forehead and at his temples. Beads of it highlighted every muscle of his luscious form. She licked the length of him once more. He shuddered to her great satisfaction.
"Dammit, Dawn. Didn’t you hear me say come here?" His voice rumbled with a chuckle beneath the command. She held out her arms to him, and he swept her up as he rose from the blanket and strode to the roof’s ledge.
"Wrap your legs around my hips," he whispered into the fall of her hair. She complied and in seconds he held her dangling backside over the ledge.
Time stuttered again. They felt it in the air.
"I promised you a surprise and I’m going to make it happen." He shook her, holding her a little further out. "You ready for this?" he asked, his lips pressed to the curve of her mouth.
"Yes. Please."
His smile rewarded her more than she could’ve earned in a thousand lifetimes of police service.
He gripped her around the waist with one arm and used the other to guide his stone-hard erection into her. She slid down in a wave of ecstasy.
He pumped, pressing their bodies tightly together. Then with a sudden movement her body floated away from him, hanging over the city, only to slam back against him when he pulled her back. Pleasure sent shockwaves through Dawn’s core. Duncan repeated the act again and again. She could hardly bear the delicious danger of dangling over the ledge coupled with the rapture of pounding into him each time he thrust.
Duncan kissed her, bruising her lips, and burned a trail down the column of her throat to her breast. He teased her nipples with his tongue and sucked them hard, bringing the thrilling scrape of his teeth into play.
She heard the door to the roof open behind her. She glanced over her shoulder as Teeny, Mr. Atreyu, and Mr. McKinnon walked out. Dawn couldn’t process why they’d come. Or what the two men would do in revenge. But their watchful eyes made the sex more taboo and that much better.
She. Couldn’t. Breathe. Couldn’t think. She quivered, dissolving into breathlessness. One more thrust and upward lift sent her into the throes of orgasm. The incremental return of time rocked them once more and increased the sensations raging through her. Her head fell back and she clutched Duncan to her breasts.
He came with her, a scorching geyser shooting into her welcoming womb. A light ignited within her belly and radiated outward until it lit the twilight. The indescribable power of the moment left them awestruck. "Yes," she and Duncan shouted in unison against the backdrop of a full moon, their combined magic and something else, something new, set the starry night ablaze. "Oh, yes."
"Are you all right, my jewel?"
"I will be," Dawn said, working hard to find the breath to continue. "You’re a hell of a man, Duncan Craig." She panted as her feet touched down on the roof. "Nobody expects a flying fuck."
He laughed, his head thrown back in complete abandon. The memory of his teeth scraping dangerously over her nipples singed Dawn to her toes. But time had run out for them. It quaked another warning. From above, the crystalline ball wafted gently down into her hands.
Duncan swung her up into his arms and squeezed tight. "I love you, my precious Dawn."
"And I love you, my sexy Dusk."
He released her in slow stages, each second slicing a new wound into her, and set her on her feet.
"Sooner than next year," he said, his words a promise. "I’ll talk to Teeny about it now."
"Sooner than next year," she said.
Night fell and they waited. Nothing happened. And by nothing she meant she didn’t turn to stone. They stared at each other, neither sure what the hell had happened.
Teeny cackled in the background, “I knew it. I knew it!” The three elders hugged and slapped each other on the backs.
“What did you three old stalkers do?” Duncan growled at them.
“Us?” Teeny said. “You.” She walked over and made to hug them but paused. Her gaze roamed up and down their bodies. “Maybe you could cover up?”
Mr. Atreyu retrieved their clothes and handed them off. After Duncan and Dawn dressed Teeny completed the hug, squeezing both their necks tight.
“I knew if anyone had enough love and magic in them to break the curse it’d be you too. Didn’t I say so, lads?” The elder gentlemen nodded.
Dawn scratched behind her ear. “You two don’t want us dead?”
Mr. McKinnon chuckled deeply. “I’ve been around too long to let the loss of a little blood, no matter how vital, make me murderous. I’m betting Atreyu feels the same.”
Mr. Atreyu only smiled.
“What did we do?” Duncan asked, pulling Dawn to his side.
“You made a new life. One who lives outside the curse,” Teeny said, “The Powers That Be can’t allow a child to be born who is stone all hours of the day. That would be stealing its life. And if the curse is broken for one mage or witch child, the curse is broken for all.”
“We’re having a baby?” Duncan and Dawn asked in unison. Dawn placed a kiss between Duncan’s pecs. “We’re having a baby,” she murmured in wonder.
Duncan splayed his large hand over her belly. “I’m too old to be raising babies,” he said.
Dawn covered his hand with hers and laughed. He didn’t look any older than 35. “You’ll get used to it. Hell, I’ll have to get used to it too.”
The three elders realized they’d been dismissed and left the roof. Teeny whooped as the door closed.
Duncan lifted Dawn into his arms again and nuzzled her neck. “Remember how I promised I’d be fucking you tonight?”
She nodded, grinning up at him.
“Well, the night just began.”
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five