“Why don’t you tell me about this bargain?” asked Rosemary. “Lord it over me if you like. Go on. Make me jealous.”
“You should be jealous,” said Andromeda. “I am more beautiful than you. More clever. More intelligent. Men love me.”
“I’m all tingly inside.” Rosemary waved a hand at the nymph. Gold and white magic flowed from her fingertips and surrounded the woman. “I bid you, Andromeda, by nature, by light, by Goddess, by might, to tell me the words uttered true to oblige the warlock Drake to you.”
“Damn you!” She pressed her lips together, but the spell was cast. Forced by the magic, the words were pulled out of her mouth—
“Cursed by your greed, my darling Drake
So a vow to Andromeda you will make
I promise on this night to leave
And return not ’til your wedding eve
If to Rosemary you do not Bind
Then forever, warlock, you will be mine
Bind with her then I tell you true
She must be willing to sacrifice all for you
This bargain is made and made well
Forfeit your love to me if you ever tell.”
The magic faded and Andromeda shook free of the residual sparks. She looked pissed off, but Rosemary didn’t care. Now she knew the burden Drake had carried for so long. And all because he wanted me as much as I wanted him. But he was stronger than I was. He was right about waiting for the Binding. Andromeda caught him at his weakest…and he had paid the price.
“That’s some spell,” said Rosemary. “Use it often?”
“Often enough.” She said it with a viciousness that set Rosemary’s teeth on edge. “He tried to get out of his promise tonight. Said you were Bound and that you loved him. I told him he needed to read the fine print of his curse.” She wiggled her fingers at the ground. Roots sprung up and within a minute, had weaved a chair for her to sit in. “I suppose you’re here to offer something for his freedom?”
“I’m willing to give you anything you want to free him.”
Andromeda pursed her lips and looked up at the trees as if consulting their wisdom. “So you’re saying that you love him above all else. And that you will sacrifice whatever I ask in order to release Drake from his obligation to me?”
“I am willing to give up anything at all to save my husband. Check with your tree friend if you don’t believe me.”
Andromeda rolled her eyes. “I sense you are telling the truth. Very well.”
“Is his curse lifted?”
“Your sacrifice frees him, Rosemary Thorne. He is no longer committed to me.”
Rosemary felt a snap in the atmosphere. Ah. Magic released. The nymph was right, then. All bargains must be honored. Drake was free. She turned to go, but Andromeda rose from the gnarled-branch chair and grabbed her shoulder.
“Where are you going? You haven’t heard what I wish you to sacrifice.”
“Wish all you want, babe.” Rosemary plucked the nymph’s hand off her shoulder and turned, trying a second time to walk away.
“Halt!” A tree shot up in front of Rosemary, thick and solid and fully grown. She cast a glance over her shoulder and whistled. “That’s a neat trick.”
“You will stay. You must honor your bargain.”
Rosemary spun around and didn’t stop moving until she was two inches away from the nymph’s beautiful, perfect face. “First, my name is Rosemary Dundrury. Second, I haven’t made a bargain with you. Third, you really should invest in a breath mint. It smells like you’ve eaten moss.”
Andromeda reared away, her face a mask of outrage. “You said you would sacrifice anything for Drake!”
“I said I was willing to sacrifice anything for Drake, which meets the condition of your curse, oh intelligent one. I am willing. You know it’s the truth. However, nothing in your spell said I actually had to make a sacrifice.” Rosemary grinned in triumph. “You really should read the fine print in your own curse.”
* * * * *
When Drake awoke, he was sitting chest deep in water. Water filled with pink bubbles. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes. Okay. He was in his own bathroom, the one attached to his bedroom. The white-tiled bathtub could easily seat four people. It had curved seats and water jets. However, it’d never had the ability to create pink bubbles that smelled like roses.
“I borrowed bubble bath from your grandmother,” said Rosemary as she walked through the door. She held two flutes of champagne. “You look really cute with your hair all wet and curly.”
“You are not naked,” he observed, looking at the short yellow robe that hid her body from him.
“That can be remedied.” She put the champagne on the ledge near his head and shimmied off the silk cloth. Drake felt a lurch in his stomach. Goddess, his wife was beautiful.
He watched, dry-mouthed, as she slid into the warm water and crawled onto his lap. His cock came immediately to attention. He wanted to make love to her but not until he figured out what the hell was going on.
“So…what the hell is going on?”
Rosemary nibbled his neck, her breasts pressing nicely against his chest. “Short version, okay? Because I’d really like to have sex with you.”
“Short version,” he agreed as he slid his hands down to her buttocks and squeezed. “Hurry.”
“I put a sleep-spell on you in the garden, found Andromeda and broke your curse, went back to the garden and put a motion spell on you. Essentially you sleepwalked all the way here. Undressed you, put you in the bath, scrubbed you. Went for champagne. You woke up.”
Her hands had found his balls. She cupped them, squeezing lightly and he sucked in a breath. “Uh…maybe you could expand a little—” One of her hands wrapped around his cock and stroked while the other continued an exploration of his testicles. “I appreciate your interpretation of the request, lass. But I was talking ’bout the story. What do you mean, you broke the curse?”
She sat up but didn’t, thank Goddess, remove her eager hands from his nether regions. “I asked my sisters to do research on nymphs. After I let go of most of my anger, I thought about what happened and finally figured out that Andromeda had tricked you.” She looked at him, her green eyes filled with sorrow. “Never in all our time together did you give me cause to question your love or your loyalty. You were always kind, always patient. I’m ashamed that I looked at you and Andromeda in the garden that night with my eyes and not with my heart.” Her tears fell and his heart clenched. She loved him…more than he had hoped for. Guilt flickered. Maybe he hadn’t believed in her enough either. Even though he doubted her love for him, she’d proven him wrong. She’d gone after Andromeda and freed him.
“Och, lass. Dinna cry.” He kissed her softly. “How did you break my curse if you dinna sacrifice anything?”
“Who says I didn’t?”
His heart stopped beating. “Did you?”
“Well…no. But I would have.” She kissed him lightly. “I was willing to do whatever was necessary to save you. That’s all it took, Drake. My willingness.”
“Thank you, Rosie. For believing me. For loving me.”
“Hmmm. I feel gratitude should be expressed physically. Actions speak louder than words.”
He lifted her and she guided his cock into her pussy. He shuddered at the sensation of heat and wet and Goddess…so tight. They sat joined, unmoving, and stroked each other’s bodies. Hands and mouths created fire, passion, need. Drake cupped her breasts and paid homage to those delicious mounds, suckling her nipples until she panted and moaned and begged for more.
Then, slowly, Rosemary began to move. Drake shuddered at the sensations created by the sloshing water and the hesitant efforts of his wife. Sliding one hand into the water, he sought her pussy, parted the fleshy lips and stroked her clit.
Her rhythm quickened.
He watched her breasts as they jiggled erotically, teasing him. Hot pleasure surged through him. Ye gods! Unable to resist, he suckled one taut nipple then ot
her. She tasted so good, felt so good. Her breath left in a rush. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open in a silent cry as she sought gratification.
Grabbing his shoulders for leverage, she fucked him harder, faster. He knew she was close to bliss. He increased the movement of his thumb against her clit. “Come for me, love,” he begged in low voice.
“Oh, Drake!” Rosemary’s cry of release ricocheted through him. He groaned as she arched against him, her pussy contracting fiercely around his hard, sensitized cock.
“Sweet damnation, Rosie,” he said roughly.
She opened her eyes. Those green orbs were glazed with passionate fervor. In an instant, she scrambled off his lap, stood up, turned and bent over. She grasped the edge of the tub and wiggled her luscious ass at him.
“What are you doing?”
“I might’ve been a virgin, but I am not ignorant. Take me as you wish, husband.”
Drake looked at the pale roundness of her perfect buttocks. Pink bubbles rolled down the reddened flesh, making delicate splashes into the scented water. He nearly swallowed his tongue. He had never been with a woman in that way. Other than taking the edge off his own pleasure, his cock had only known the vile joy of Andromeda’s cunt…and now, the sweet ambrosia of his wife’s pussy.
With trembling hands he parted her buttocks and looked with longing at the puckered star of her anus. Devastating need made his cock jerk. Oh, was it ever eager to try this temptation. “Rosie…do you know what you’re askin’?”
Her answer was simple. She pushed her ass toward him and wiggled it again.
“I…I have no lubricant.”
“Are you not a warlock with magic powers?” She sounded both amused and impatient. “We are Bound, my love. Let us explore all the ways of pleasuring each other.”
He muttered a spell, and a tube of lubricant appeared in his hand. He wasted no time uncapping it and inserted the tip into her anus. After squeezing out nearly half the small tube, he tossed it to the floor.
Slowly, carefully, he pushed the head of his cock into the tight hole. As he quivered with anticipation, with pure wanting, he waited for her to adjust to the feeling of his penetration.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“Goddess, yes.” She sounded out of breath. Was she, too, enjoying this exploration?
He slid inside farther and farther. Intense lust shuddered through him, balls to bone, as he slid the last inch of penis into her ass.
The feel of taking her this way was different than taking her pussy, but the warmth, the tightness were nearly the same. She clenched around him and his cock trembled with near release. Father Earth! If he moved now, he might lose consciousness.
When he failed to try even one stroke, Rosie clenched around him again.
And again.
And again.
“Goddess above!” He slid out and back in, as slowly as he was able, building a careful rhythm. Watching his penis plunge into her ass was stimulating beyond all reason.
The tension coiled in his cock rushed forward.
As the orgasm overtook him, he thrust deeply and spilled his seed. For a long moment, he was only light, sound, feeling…
Eventually he returned to his senses.
Withdrawing slowly, he bent down and gave each of Rosie’s cheeks a soft kiss. Then he helped her to straighten up. When she faced him, she was flushed and quivery. He realized she was on the cusp of bliss. Ah, his beautiful Rosie had enjoyed their anal play. Thank the Goddess.
Kneeling in the water, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and licked her pussy, flicking his tongue rapidly against her clitoris. Seconds later, she tensed and came, her thighs shaking as she orgasmed. He plunged his tongue into her cunt to feel its erotic pulsing then he drank from her, a thirsty man, until she pulled away.
He drew her into the water, and they sat on a curved seat. He gathered her into his arms and enjoyed the feel of his wife snuggled against him. “You are an amazin’ woman, Rosie. I dinna deserve you.”
“We deserve each other,” she said. “I am glad we are Bound, Drake. I love you.”
“I love you too, lass.”
Then he kissed her breathless.
As his Rosie said…actions spoke louder than words.
The Shining
Chapter One
Turning twenty-one felt good, Ginger Thorne decided. Damned good. Okay. Maybe that was the champagne talking. Holding her flute of bubbly, she wandered out into the lush and colorful gardens behind Castle Dundrury. The moon was high and full, a big white circle in a velvety black sky. Perfect night for a witch’s birthday.
Her sister Sage had been dancing with that elf…what’s-his-name, Nadrin. Yeah. Seemed like every elf’s name ended in “rin”. Weird. As Ginger stumbled along the path lined with well-trimmed hedges, she inhaled the sweet scents of the flowers, of the mowed grass, of the night air. Sage had looked happy wiggling her bony hips across that big-ass ballroom.
But not as happy as Rosemary and Drake.
Her oldest sister and her hubby had been married a little more than two years. And Rose was expecting a baby. That was a mind-blower all right.
The music and the sounds of laughter and clinking dishes faded. Ginger realized she’d gone farther than she’d intended. She only wanted a breath of fresh air, a chance to clear her head. She looked around and frowned. Where the hell was she?
“Lost?” asked an amused male voice.
Ginger whirled. Emerging from the shadows, she saw the tall, lean form of the blond man she’d seen here and there at her party. He had brown eyes, she remembered, like melted chocolate. And his lips always seemed on the verge of smiling.
“Sorry,” she said. “I don’t remember your name.”
“Yours is Ginger,” he said smoothly. “You’re the birthday girl.”
She’d noticed him in the buffet line. Shook his hand in the receiving line. And watched him in the ballroom. He never danced, just stood near the wall and looked on as others be-bopped. It had struck her at the time that he seemed the type of person who lived on the sidelines. Yeah. Only he liked to observe rather than participate.
Hmmm. He was tall and graceful. His eyes were kind and seemed to twinkle with mischief. Dressed in khaki pants and short-sleeved white dress shirt, he looked cute. Normal. Average. His hands looked like they should be playing the piano or making love to a woman. Her heart jolted. Where had that thought come from?
“Do you need me to escort you back to the party?” he asked in a low voice that sent skitters down her spine.
“Why don’t we sit down?” She plopped onto the ground. Her champagne flute flew out of her hands and sailed into the air. It landed a couple of feet away. She laughed. “Oh shit. Didn’t mean to do that.”
Mystery man sat next to her. The moon lit his features, highlighting the slight curving of his fabulous lips. “You are drunk,” he accused gently.
“Am not. Giddy. Not drunk.”
She watched his gaze drop to her chest. Her nipples hardened under his perusal. The tingle in her breasts arrowed straight to her core, and her thighs trembled. The curve of his lips widened. “You’ve ruined your dress.” He pointed to the large rip on the side of her green sheath.
His gaze returned to hers and those lips…those incredible lips inched up into a full-blown smile. Oh dear Goddess. He’s gorgeous. Suddenly, Ginger realized what she wanted for her birthday. The only gift she could give herself…the only gift she wanted from him.
She wobbled onto her knees and yanked off her dress. His eyes rounded in shock. “Ginger! You’ll get cold!”
“You can warm me up,” she purred.
He looked at her bared breasts and visibly swallowed. “Th-that’s a cupless bra. You’ve been walking around all night in that…that get-up under your dress?”
“A-yup.” She stood up and turned, showing off the green lace lingerie. The cupless bra unsnapped in the front. She wore a green lace thong that barely hid her neatly trimme
d pussy, and thigh-high stockings that encased her legs. She also wore ankle-busting stilettos that were worth every bit of torture given the shocked-lust expression of her mystery man.
“You should see the look on your face,” she said as a giggle escaped. She did another turn then jiggled her C-cup breasts. “What do you think?”
“You are beautiful,” he said. “Everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“Wow. That’s a great line. Kiss me!” She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his.
He unwound her arms and set her away. His grip stayed on her shoulders, his thumbs drawing lazy circles, but his gaze had lost its twinkle.
Well, poop. She pouted up at him. “What? Don’t you want me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he snapped. “You’re the only girl I’ve ever wanted. But not like this. Father Earth! I could be anyone.”
“Nope. You’re you. The one I want. The tall blond with the graceful hands and the kind eyes.”
He looked stunned. Goddess, he was cu-ute. “You…you noticed me?”
“Yeah. At my party. You watch everyone have a good time, but you don’t, you know…have a good time with them.” She leaned close, brushing her breasts against his chest. She was gratified when he shuddered. “Have a good time with me.”
“This isn’t what I expected,” he finally said. “I’m not sure this course of action is wise.”
“I don’t have to be wise on my birthday,” she said. “I want to lose my virginity with you. Now, what’s it going to be? If you don’t want me, then I gotta go find a second runner-up.”
“No.” He scooped up her dress, swept her into his arms and marched toward the castle. “There will be no runner-up, Ginger. There will be only me.”
He sounded serious. Usually when a guy acted like a possessive jerk, she had to fight an urge to punch him in the nose. This time, with this guy, she felt really, really, really wanted. Goddess, I’m horny. Horny and tipsy and lovin’ the feel of this guy carrying me like I’m a puff of wind.
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