by Mary Quast
“As I light each one, I call out to the elements. Green in the north quarter represents earth. Yellow in the east represents air. Red in the south represents fire. Blue in the west represents water. For you, I’ve created a sacred circle filled with power provided by the earth. This is my spiritual path.”
He rose to face her, towering over her. She sucked in her breath in awe of his magnificence. Moonlight mixed with the candles created a magical aura reflecting off his smooth skin. Splashes of orange and yellow danced in his eyes. His impassioned gaze penetrated her heart. A thousand butterflies tickled her belly and a lustful creature stirred within her, waking from a deep slumber.
“Now I want you to relax. Listen to my voice. Listen to the crow.”
The flame in his hold flickered white and yellow, moving with life. Small red and blue sparks shot from the heart of it. He reached out and removed the small black feather she still held. The tiny plume flickered then exploded into a hundred embers and disappeared into her skin painlessly.
“Great Spirit, Creator of All That Is, we give thanks for the blessing and the protection you’ve provided us this day. We honor the wisdom you’ve added to our lives. As I light this candle—” He continued to observe her as he lit the wick of the candle she held. “Please allow its warmth and light to act as a beacon for the desires of the lost and forgotten; desires for happiness through the night and throughout tomorrow.”
He reached skyward with outstretched arms. The flame leapt from his hands and took the shape of a phoenix, then flew to the heavens.
“The flame affirms the presence of the Spirit.”
The warmth of the candles blanketed her and her eyelids grew heavy. He spoke in his native tongue as he danced about. The flames from the candles escalated higher and slapped her legs but didn’t hurt. A firestorm of blazing feathers wrapped around her legs. A strange current pulsed in the air surrounding her. Despite the lightheadedness, she stood still in the kaleidoscope of colors….
Am I falling into hell? Will I be reborn through fire? No fear, only distinctive thoughts ran through her mind. I’m warm and happy. I believe in the spiritual existence of myself. I will be strong!
“Oh Great Spirit, thank you for your assistance and we honor all the unseen forces that have provided us with support and blessings this night and for this special request.” The cadence of his voice anchored her mind. “I give thanks for the light and wisdom of the flames and ask the energy be transferred to this lost angel, Lucy.”
Hearing her name, she focused on him. He had removed his shirt, his bare chest shining with sweat while his arms commanded the night. As every muscle rippled, he emitted supernatural power, sending erotic shivers through her. With a quick bow, he began an ancient dance, moving in a series of mystical twists and turns. Through the graceful movements, he became god-like in the candlelight. Not able to take her eyes off the shaman dance, she caught sight of a large tattoo of black wings covering most of his back with the wing tips hidden under the edge of his pants.
The flames continued to stroke her without pain. Tongues of pleasure lapped her skin. She closed her eyes, the vision of black feathers embracing her returned. Was it her crow spirit or his? Power coursed through her veins and the inferno absorbed fear and apprehension. The face of a crow appeared and whispered her name. A violent renewal of forgotten vigor and confidence emerged. Inhibitions developed into sexual recognition. Fiery fingers caressed her torso and cupped her breasts. Her back arched in pleasure.
“May the flame continue to burn and always remind Lucy of her power as a woman.”
His voice drew her attention. She managed to open her eyes. Firelight painted his rigid muscles in gold and bronze. A lean warrior stood his ground, calling upon the elements to do his bidding. Silken wings emerged from his back and flexed behind him and in one fluid motion he unlocked his grasp and with his palms turned, plunged his arms downward.
“So be it!” His voice roared with the blare of many voices.
He held her gaze. The flames extinguished and electricity shot through her in a sudden piercing pain, followed by a wave of emotional warmth and comfort. The fire destroyed the demons of her past. Never again would she be harmed by a man or her fear. She commanded her own sensuality. Love poured from her inner core and encompassed her.
The candle fell from her grasp and her knees began to buckle. Before she dropped to the ground, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her out of the circle, then kissed her. Not gentle like before, but declaring his desire for her, demanding an immediate response. She accepted and opened for him, and he thrust his tongue in. Answering with abandon, she counterattacked his intense plea with her own. Her pulse jumped to a dangerous level.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she tangled her fingers in his hair, and pulled him closer. She wanted more and explored the peaks and valleys of his hard shoulders, molded arms and chiseled chest. With a faint moan, she pressed against him. While her lips were held captive, she admired his arms, chest, rippled abs, and around ran her hands around his tapered waist to rest on his waist. Taking pleasure in exploring the masculine significance, she was overwhelmed with the craving to command him and feed her building hunger.
“That’s it, my fiery angel.” His breath caressed her neck. “Wake up and take what you want. Empowerment of a woman begins deep within her. Feed your power. Use me to grow stronger.”
Chapter Five
Lucy’s fierce response caught him off guard and roused a hidden yearning. Never during spiritual teachings did his body or spirit react. Usually, his subject would come alive with an awakened power, but never one strong enough to challenge his own. Her force engulfed him and tested his strength. She drew him to her as the woman within grew. Perhaps the Great Spirit placed this beauty in his care so she might restore his darkening soul.
Perhaps the experience was due to the sudden euphoria of her transformation. Despite the temptation to throw her to the ground and devour every inch of her, his mind held the control. In order to continue to the next level, restraint must be maintained. He wasn’t supposed to covet the object of his service but this time, his hard cock pressed the material of his pants to the point of being painful. Not the right time.
The smell of honeysuckle in her hair almost caused his undoing. Her sweetness intoxicated him more than anything he’d ever experienced. He continued to taste her slender neck and across her exposed chest. He skimmed his hands across her rib cage to cup her breasts. Rubbing his thumbs across the fabric and her pert nipples, he moaned his approval.
With a sigh, she pressed into his embrace and her head fell back. Her chest rose and fell in short breaths exposing the delicate skin of her breasts. He dropped to his knees and placed kisses on her torso. Sliding his hands under her dress and up her thighs, he pushed the material to her waist, exposing delicate panties. One of her hands grabbed a handful of his hair and a jolt of pain sliced across his scalp while his crow wailed with great delight at her action. Feasting on the exposed skin of her belly, he removed her delicate undergarment.
As she stepped out of them, the small tremble of her legs reminded him of her fragile trust. Slow contact must be sustained. With ease he opened her legs, circling her clit to spread her moisture. The sweetness enticed him to slide a finger into her. Parting her folds, he lapped at the wetness, savoring her ambrosia. He nuzzled the fine red hairs, her low whimper of enjoyment music in his ears.
Her fingers snarled in his hair. Resolving to hold back his own fervor, he cupped her butt with his other hand and held her tightly while he continued to lick and suck her toward bliss. She gasped.
Circling his finger inside her, he matched the rhythm of his tongue, his back muscles knotting as he continued his ministrations. Her skin glowed from his assault, and her soft moans set him ablaze. She tugged his hair and bucked against his mouth, forcing him to hold her tighter so she wouldn’t fall.
“Come for me, Lucy,” he demanded. “Come for me now.”
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bsp; Giving in to his command and the attack to her senses, she screamed out her release. He lapped and pleasured her tender flesh until her knees buckled and her juices ran down his chin. In a fluid motion, he rose and held her in his arms. Her head rolled in a drunken state. Mystified by the emotions stirring within his soul, he studied her face. She glowed, flushed with passion. The angel in his arms stirred and sighed. Her reaction to his touch fed his growing hunger, his spirit animal recognizing hers, demanding to claim his mate. With a guttural groan, he grabbed her head and invaded her mouth, challenging her to let him take a piece of her soul.
She wrapped her arms around him, and he ran a hand down her body, paying attention to every curve. He slid his hand to revisit the juncture between her thighs. Weakened from her orgasm, she leaned into him. He inserted a finger into her, aroused by her vulnerable state, wanting to make her quiver and shake once more. When she tried to break away from him, he held her tight.
“Shh…just feel and enjoy.” Nibbling on her shoulder and working his fingers inside her, he coaxed, “Let it go.”
Her lashes fluttered, her lips parted as she threw her head back and cried out. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The velvet walls clenched his fingers when she reached the plateau he’d pushed her toward. With satisfaction, he restrained the animal within and smoothed her dress into place then rested his hands on the curve of her hips. She lifted her gaze, her eyes clearing from the smoky haze of passion.
“You are so beautiful.” The words were an extension of his heart.
She flashed a sexy smile and skimmed her nails across his skin, teasing him. He’d never experienced such electrical delight. Tiny pinpoints of fire needled his discipline and singed his composure. Somehow, she affected more than his body.
Perhaps it’s just the magic.
She slid her feet into her sandals. Everything she did made him hard. Cradling her in his arms, he carried her out of the woods. She laid her head on his chest and his animal spirit purred. She toyed with his hair then began placing soft kisses along his collar bone. Enjoying the delicate bites she placed on his neck and ear, he walked into the meadow and paused under the great oak.
Placing her on to her feet, he nipped her chin and plunged his tongue into her welcoming mouth. She traced his jaw with her fingers during the sweet contact. Never wanting the kiss to end, he held her tightly. She was so perfect but he needed to maintain his focus on her and her complete transformation of self-discovery.
With a sigh, he rested his forehead on hers. “How do you feel? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Her eyes reflected the stars above them. “I’m actually more than fine. Thank you.”
“You are more than welcome.” He couldn’t contain a smile. “The night is only beginning, my angel.”
Resting his hand on the small of her back, he led her to the beach where another sacred circle of candles burned. Inside the space, a large blanket spread out waiting for them. Lucy bent down to take off her shoes. Tecumseh found the simple movement sexy as hell and snuck under her dress to cup a bare butt cheek. She squeaked and spun away from him. Laughter bubbled from him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed with a woman.
The time had come for her to relax with his nakedness. Watching her face, he shed his boots and socks. Her eyes widened and followed his hands when he began unbuckling his belt and slid the zipper down. She bit her lip nervously and then licked it. His cocked jumped when her new courage caused a sultry smile.
“Part of getting over a fear is becoming familiar with what you are afraid of.” He stepped out of his pants and underwear then tossed them onto a corner of the blanket.
“I am a man who is yours tonight, Lucy.” He walked toward her with arms out from his sides, exposing his nudity. “Draw on the power within you. Look at me. Overcome your apprehension of men. Have I not shown you gentleness?”
She nodded and approached him while tugging the strap of her sundress.
“Keep your dress on. Take it off when you are ready. This night is about you. Explore my body, learn from it, and take whatever you want. You are in control.”
He led her to the center of the blanket and faced her. She stood still with her fingertips resting on his waist. Cupping her face, he lost himself in her eyes.
“I am your instrument to use tonight. Open yourself up and delve into this opportunity I offer. I am yours to command. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“I think so.” She considered his offer. “What do I do?”
“Follow your feminine intuition.” He couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Touch me, tickle me, beat me, kiss me, bite me, lick me, suck me…whatever you want. Take whatever you need from me to strengthen you.”
In the moonlight, an endearing, innocent blush spread across her face. Amazing how a woman who lived her life in fear caused by abuse could be so naive of her own sensual power. If she knew her potential, she could bring him to his knees.
Please, bring me to my knees.
Cool air floated across him as he bared more than just his body to her. “I will do whatever you ask,” he said.
Lucy circled him as he stood, touching his muscles, studying him. She stopped behind him. An onslaught of energy pulsed through him when she traced the ink on his back. He fought the urge of his animal spirit who struggled to be free.
“This is a huge tattoo. Did it hurt when you got it?”
“Funny thing, I don’t remember. Maybe I was born with it.”
“These are crow’s wings, aren’t they?”
“Yes.” He clenched his teeth as the animal inside cried to be set free.
Everywhere her skin met his, fire lingered. Her touch went more than skin deep, but reached into his soul and excited his spirit. She outlined the muscles of his butt with her fingers then palmed the curve of his ass. She used firm strokes to explore his legs. A surge of power flowed into him. She stepped in front of him but avoided his eyes. She explored from his waist, across his abs and chest. He closed his eyes and relished her fingers on his shoulders and arms. His cock pulsed against her belly.
Opening one eye, he glanced at her. She hesitated for a moment then took his rod in her palm. Her tentative fondling almost drove him to madness. He inhaled a sharp breath. His gut clenched as her she brushed her fingers along his legs and clutched his balls. She began to stroke him, then dropped to her knees and examined his engorged cock. Her glorious hair tumbled down her back. This breathtaking beauty would be the death of him. He drew close to coming and struggled to preserve his senses.
“Go ahead, my angel.” He fought the urge to grab her head and thrust into her. ”Taste me.”
She flicked her tongue, teasing, tasting before she took him into her mouth. Seeing her lips on him, he almost ejaculated prematurely, like a school boy during his first time. Her copper hair parted, exposing a pale shoulder as her head bobbed up and down. A tingle started in the middle of his spine and shot downward. She continued to stroke him. Not sure how much longer he would last, he growled and struggled for self control.
Gripping her shoulders, he begged, “Please stop.”
Using her newly discovered power, she stood with tenacity and resolve. He carried on playing her obedient subject. Continuing to stare into his eyes, she outlined the muscles down his chest, across his stomach then over his cock until he thought he’d explode.
His voice cracked. “Please.”
“Lay down.” Her voice firm with the command, she stepped back and pointed to the blanket.
He did as she asked and she straddled him, pressing her core against him, the heat overwhelming. The crow battled his willpower. With a dangerous necessity, he wanted to be inside her, to claim her. She rocked her slick pussy along his rod and he moaned in frustration. A trickle of anxiety taunted him and he died a thousand deaths.
“By the spirits, woman, be careful what you do.” He hissed, breaking a sweat holding back from rolling her over, slamming into her and fucking in
to the next day. “I’m using all my strength to remain your underling.”
She stopped moving and leaned over. “Unzip my dress.”
Locked in her gaze, he did as she bid. She pulled the lace garment over her head and laid it aside then touched herself with her fingers splayed across her belly before cupping her breasts and kneading them. His mouth watered at the motion of her nipple being pinched between her thumb and forefinger. She closed her eyes and rolled her head. Her fiery locks brushed her fair skin. A mystical glow rose from the dancing candles, and moonlight surrounded her. He was witnessing her moment of self-discovery, had never seen such a magnificent sight. Placing his hands on her hips, he hungered to be inside her, but continued to watch her bloom and turn from woman to goddess. With slow movements, Lucy worked herself into a frenzy, and he struggled to hold back as she ground on him. Oh, God…she’s coming.
She reeled her head back, her hair fluttering like feathers. With a moan, she opened her legs further, and he caught a glimpse of their joining, his cock wet with her juices.
She clutched his shoulders, her breath coming in short rasps. When he mouthed her breasts, she dug her nails dug into his skin, mixing pleasure and pain.
“Come for me,” he growled then nipped a pink nipple.
Flames of the candles rose and the air hummed with the supernatural. Clenching his teeth, he held his breath to maintain control. With a scream she arched her back then collapsed on top of him, her breasts pushing into his chest. Her breath hot and gasping on his neck, he nipped her ear. She rose above him, her eyes glassy, and he brushed away a strand of red hair plastered on her forehead. His cock rested on his belly while his animal spirit fought for freedom.
“You madden me, woman.” Despite the drive to be inside her, he managed a level of restraint. “I want to fuck you long and hard. But I am yours and will only do what you want me to. You are in complete control of me.”