Sweet Evangeline (Moon Magic Book 2)

by Sable Hunter

  Her grandmother got busy with Evangeline’s request, finding a suitable mug and some honey to make it palatable. Angelique went up with her to her craft room and helped her gather a handful of dried violets, some violet oil, a charged magnet and three candles, a yellow, pink, and blue. “Get in the bath with him, Evangeline. Your energy will power the spell. I’m not trying to sound sexual, but the more body contact you have with him, the faster the healing will be.”

  Evangeline grabbed a tray to hold all the items, including the tea, and she hurriedly returned to Eric. He was waiting for her, unclothed, but with a towel draped over his nakedness. “I was afraid your grandmother would come in.”

  “You never can tell,” she smiled at him, attempting to lighten his mood. “Drink this, it will help the cough and dull the pain. She handed him the tea, adding a kiss on the top of his head for good measure. While he drank the tea, she lit the candles and placed them around the tub. Adding the dried violets and the charged magnet, she prayed over the waters, asking the Goddess for strength and healing.

  “Blah, baby, this tonic is really bad.” He stuck out his tongue and made a cute face.

  “Yea, I know, but it’s beginning to work already. Your voice is clearer.” To his surprise, she was right. Then she took his breath away. Without even glancing at him, she began to undress. “Join me, doll. I’m going to do some serious full body contact healing, per instructions from Dr. Angelique.”

  “I like how she thinks.” Eric lowered himself down into the warm scented water. Evangeline gracefully stepped in, then sat between his legs facing him. Rising on her knees she began to dip the water with her hands and began pouring it over his chest. With soft strokes, she rubbed her hands down his chest willing the burns in his lungs to heal. Eric laid his head back and closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the feel of her hands on his body.

  “I’m going to get in your lap, baby, but I’m not trying to start anything, yet, okay?”

  “I’m injured, not dead, Evangeline.” He spoke flatly, but his eyes were still closed. She straddled his legs, realizing as she did so, that their sweet spots were going to be touching.

  “Well, if I do my job right, maybe you’ll have a happy ending.” He tried to chuckle, but coughed instead. “Oh, my baby. Let me hold you.” Leaning on his chest, Evangeline put her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. She visualized a healing blue light completely encompassing them both. Holding him tight, she tried to ignore how good her nipples felt pressed into the light covering of hair that blanketed his chest. Despite the repetitious prayers and scriptures that she quoted in her head, her nipples hardened. There was no way Eric was missing this. “Sorry, Eric, I’m trying to be good.”

  “Don’t apologize for wanting me.” His voice sounded stronger. She smiled and kissed his neck. Evangeline magnified her intent, visualizing cool, soothing air filling Eric’s lungs to capacity, eradicating the burning cough. She laid her hands on his chest, rhythmically massaging his pectoral muscles, feeling her hands grow hot with power. Their proximity began to take its natural course. In moments, his manhood began to grow. “I can’t help it, Evangeline. This is as exciting as hell.”

  “We can use the emotion. It’s called raising power. Sex magic, sexual healing is as old as time.” Reaching between them, she rubbed his shaft. “Let me do all the work, you just lie back and enjoy yourself.” He did as she commanded. With both hands, Evangeline caressed his manhood until it was ready for her. Rising to her knees she lowered herself onto his erection. Both of them let out a sigh of relief. “Eric, I want you to close your eyes and imagine we are bathed in a heavenly blue light. Visualize your lungs being soothed with a cool, healing balm. Take long, slow breaths.” As she spoke, Evangeline moved her hips gently, undulating, keeping a steady rhythm that was designed to bring pleasure, but not rush to climax. “We’re going to take this slow. The longer we can prolong your orgasm, the more intent we can project out into the universe.”

  “All that sounds great, love, but you underestimate the level of your attraction.” His voice was still slightly raspy, but he could take deeper breaths—not as shallow and labored as before. Evangeline noted all of this, but said nothing. She pressed her lips to his, giving him something to preoccupy them with, besides talking. Holding the back of his head, she stilled her movements, holding him within herself, channeling all of the love she felt for him into a tangible force. She held him that way for a few more moments, then she felt his hips begin to want to thrust.

  “Be still if you can, babe. I’m going to alternate between periods of movement and rest. We’re striving for a whole-body orgasm not a quickie.” He stilled, allowing her to control the passion. Placing her palms back on his chest again, she stroked him there and mirrored those movements deep in her vagina. Over and over again, she took him to the brink and pulled him back, a wave-action of near ecstasy. Finally, the urgency built to a crescendo.

  “Evangeline, babe, I’ve got to come—I can’t stand it much longer.” He didn’t realize it, but his voice and breathing were very near normal. Heeding his pleas, she leaned back, took both of his hands in hers and laid them over her own breasts.

  “I generate, accumulate and release a touch of eternity for the healing of my beloved.” Evangeline said this once out loud, then inwardly she chanted the same sentence over and over again as she rode him to his pinnacle. He threw back his head; the muscles in his neck were corded with the intensity of his pleasure. The amount of time that Evangeline had kept him on the precipice of ecstasy magnified itself into an explosive release. Only after he had spilled himself deep within her, did she allow her own orgasm to wash over her, causing her to tremble and shatter into a million shards of contentment.

  The bath had grown cool, so she rose and took him by the hand, leading him from the waters of the tub. Drying him with a towel, she continued to massage, caress and love him with bodily contact. “Let’s lie down and hold one another for a little while.” Covering them with a light sheet, she nestled deep into his embrace.

  “You’ve never done this with anyone else, have you?” There was a hint of jealousy in his voice.

  “Of course, not. I read a lot,” she teased him. “That’s something I will never do with anybody but you. But I do think it worked. How do you feel?”

  “Much better.” He took a deep breath, showing her he could do so without succumbing to a fit of coughing. “If only I didn’t have to go back. Let’s turn on the news and see if anything has changed at the fire site.” Evangeline handed him the remote and he turned on the television at the end of the bed.

  The news wasn’t good. Extremely dry conditions, the lack of moisture and prevailing winds was creating a monster of a fire. Just the thought of Eric having to return to such dangerous conditions scared Evangeline to death. “When is your next shift?” She dreaded hearing the answer.

  “Tomorrow evening, if nothing changes.”

  A plan began to formulate in her mind, but she wasn’t going to act on it now. There was no way she would put him back in that deadly smoke until she had to. But she didn’t intend for him to have to return to the fire—not to fight it, anyway. They both drifted into a light sleep, but the aroma of something spicy brought them out of their reverie. “God, that smells good. I’m starving.” Eric stretched, then pulled Evangeline out of bed. “Let’s go see if they will feed us.” Dressing quickly, they headed to the kitchen.

  Angelique had put together a big pot of Shrimp Creole. “Thank you, ladies.” Eric was appreciative as he filled a bowl.

  “There’s chicken soup and lemonade for you later, when you want it. You’re looking better than you did a couple of hours ago.” Nanette looked pleased to see that Eric was breathing better.

  “Did you doubt it? Your granddaughter is amazing, as are all of you, by the way.” As everyone helped themselves, a spread of magical paraphernalia caught Evangeline’s eye.

  Her glance met Angelique’s and she nodded her head. Her grand
mother wasn’t nearly as subtle.

  “Evangeline, you know what you’ve got to do.” Eric was oblivious at first, then he noticed how serious they were.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Eric has got to rest. I don’t want him breathing any more of that smoke right away.”

  Evangeline’s will was almost as strong as Nanette’s.

  Eric repeated himself. “What are you two talking about?”

  “Evangeline, you can put an end to this madness.” Then she met Eric’s eyes. “With her emotional ties to you, the motivation will be twice as powerful.”

  “Evangeline, what is your grandmother saying?” Eric was not content to be talked around.

  “My granddaughter can make it rain.” Nanette stated flatly.

  “Make it rain?” All Eric could think about was the rap song. “Are you referring to luck with money?”

  “No, sweetheart.” Nanette laughed. “Evangeline can conjure weather. She can make water fall from the sky.”

  Eric looked at the woman who had just been as close to him as any human being could be. “I don’t doubt it for a second.” His calm assurance brought tears to Evangeline’s eyes.

  “I need to be at the site of the fire. And I don’t want you to have to go back into that environment before you have to.”

  “But if you can stop this, Evangeline, let’s do it. Lives and property are at stake. Every hour that goes by, every acre that goes up in flames is worth thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of dollars. And no one has died yet, but the longer we delay, the more chance there is of that happening.”

  They sat around the kitchen table. Evangeline looked at her grandmother and Angelique. They had faith in her. Then she looked at Eric. He exuded self-confidence, his sheer size alone gave him the air of leadership and authority. But he too, looked at her with utter confidence in his gaze. “All right. As soon as you eat and feel up to it, we’ll go.” She got up and looked at the supplies that were already gathered. There was a bag of rice and a bottle of olive oil. “I will need spring water, a Bible, and my small drum.” Angelique left to gather the additional items that Evangeline asked for.

  When she asked for a drum, Eric chuckled. “Are you going to do a rain dance, love?”

  “No. No rain dance. The ceremony that I use is my own; it is a mixture of hoodoo, voodoo and pow-wow—which is actually Germanic in origin, not Native American.”

  As the older women cleared the table, Eric walked up behind her, lifted her hair and kissed Evangeline on the neck. “So, the clouds and the wind, they do your bidding?”

  “Sometimes.” The touch of his lips made her shiver with delight.

  “Do you have any idea how sexy that is? Do I get to watch?”

  “I need you to take me there, so yes, you can watch.”

  A look of worry crossed his face. “How close to the fire do you have to be?”

  “As close as I can get, but on the backside would be better. In fact, the closer to the point of origin that you can get me, the more impact it will have. Also, I would rather be in as secluded a spot as possible. I would rather we didn’t have an audience.”

  “I know just the place.”

  * * * *

  Zak brought the charcoal and the drawing paper to Aimee. “I hope this will do, it’s all I could find.”

  Aimee sat in her small room. The chain that kept her tethered to the wall, clanked with every step she took. “That’s perfect. I know just what I’ll draw. It will be something that Evangeline will recognize as coming from my hand. That way, when you tell her I’m still alive, maybe she will believe you.”

  * * * *

  It took almost an hour for Eric to drive Evangeline to the backside of the wildfire. She had never seen anything like it. There was no way she could have withstood the heat and the intense smoke, if the winds had not been blowing them away from her. “How many acres have been burned so far?”

  “Almost ten thousand.” Eric answered frankly. He helped her carry the items that she would need.

  “The closer I can be to a cedar tree, the better. Cedar is a powerful draw for magical workings, especially weather.” The fire actually roared, they had to speak near to one another to be able to hear.

  A trench had been dug to break the fire, but Eric watched the trail of flames, making sure the wind wouldn’t turn abruptly on them. They had driven through two road blocks, and it was only because Eric was with her that she was able to get so close.

  Eric located a small, scrappy cedar and laid her materials underneath it. Stepping back, he gave her room to work. Fascinated he watched her cast a circle. She walked clockwise, laying out a boundary of purifying salt, then a trail of spring water. Lastly, she walked the same circle with a lit white candle.

  “God and Goddess, Lord and Lady, Mother and Father of all life, hear my cry. Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, hear my plea.” She stood at each cardinal point and addressed the watchtowers. “Guardians of the East, element of Air, hear my voice. Let your winds die down; take away the fuel from the fire. Guardians of the North, element of Earth, hear my plea. Help me bring together the powers that will save the land from the hot breath of burning. Guardians of the West, element of Water, I call upon you to draw the clouds, funnel the moisture, send healing, cooling water upon this angry torrent of flame. Guardians of the South, element of fire, call home your errant child. Fight this fire with the flame of goodness and truth.”

  Standing in the center of the circle, Evangeline, sounded the small drum. It was the kind that was on the end of a long handle with strips of leather, to which were tied bits of rock and bone. With the slightest turn of the wrist, a beating rhythm could be achieved. “Papa Legba, open the gate. Give me access to the ear of Chango.” Upon the ground she poured an offering of oil. “Accept this oil as a sacrifice of plenty. “Chango! Chango!” she called out, lifting her hands to the skies. “Send your rain, send your thunder, send your dark clouds and rushing winds!” Kneeling down she poured out a mound of rice. “Accept this grain as a sacrifice of plenty.” Then, she began to quote from the book of Psalms, a verse of scripture that had been used to call rain upon this earth for thousands of years. “He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass, as waters upon the dry earth. He shall come down as rain upon the mown grass, as water upon the dry earth. He shall come down as rain upon the mown grass, as water upon the dry earth.”

  Walking in the circle she raised her hands to the heaven. “I call down rain! I call down thunder! I call down lightning! I call down the storms of the heavens!” She shouted to the night sky. Repeating the chant, repeating the offerings she called out to the elements and to the gods. At first, there was nothing, no indication that anything or anyone was aware of Evangeline’s request. “I am the flow and I am the ebb. I am the weaver and I am the web. Harm to none. My will be done. So mote it be!” Then came a massive crack and a blinding flash as a bolt of lightning crashed from the sky. Evangeline did not stop her chanting, nor did she still her circular walk until sheets of rain began to fall from the sky. Eric shouted for joy, gathered up her tools, swept her into his arms and carried her to safety.

  Four inches of rain fell in under two hours. Eric and Evangeline sat in the Camaro a safe distance away and watched the wonder of nature at work. “They say power is an aphrodisiac, I think they’re right.” He touched the soft curve of her cheek. The storm raged all around them, lightning putting on a display worthy of an Independence Day celebration.

  She smiled. “I’ve always loved storms, everything about them—the lightning, the thunder. Mother always told me that the thunder was the god’s rolling pumpkins under their beds.”

  Evangeline turned to him in the semi-darkness of the car. His gaze was magnetic. “I’m not talking about the power of the storm.” He picked up her hand. “Look at this soft, little hand—yet you pulled lightning bolts from the sky.”

  Evangeline’s entire body was reacting to his closeness. “I don’t feel powerful,
in fact, right now I feel like submitting to anything you might want to do to me.” Leaning over the console, she pulled him to her. Kissing him hungrily, she was surprised to hear a deep throaty sound of amusement escape from his lips. “What are you laughing at?”

  “You talk about submitting and then you immediately take charge; drawing me closer, initiating the kisses, taking what you want.”

  His observation did not slow her down in the least. She let him talk, but she was busy kissing him everywhere except on the mouth; his jaw, his throat, his cheekbone. “It’s your fault. You shouldn’t be so damn irresistible. When I’m around you, all I can think about is touching you.” Finding the buttons of his shirt, she began to undo the top one, then her hand stilled. What if he were trying to tell her something? Leaning back, she looked him in the eye. “God, Eric, am I too aggressive?”

  “Hell, no!” One second she was in her seat, leaning over the console—the next she was sitting sideways in his lap, her back to the car door. “Witch! You had to know.”

  He returned the favor, his lips covering her face and neck with soft, adoring kisses. “This was my sexual fantasy. I dreamed of a woman who would desire me as much as I desired her—one who wasn’t afraid to show me that she wanted me—a woman who didn’t just lay there and accept sex, but one that is as hungry for me as I am for her. All of that is you.” Running his hand up under her skirt, he pushed aside her silk panties to find the honeyed warmth within.

  As always, his touch proved to be her undoing. Raising her hips to welcome the sensual invasion, she begged. “Take me somewhere, Eric. I’ve got to have you and this car is way too confining.”

  Shifting her back to her seat, he revved the engine to life. “Call your grandmother and tell her we won’t be home until morning. Let’s go back and spend the night at my condo. It’s closer and we’ll be alone. I want to hear you scream.”