Blessed (25 page)

Laughing, he stepped away from her and began to take his clothes off. First, he removed his shirt. Next went his boots and pants, leaving him in his boxers. With a grin, he hooked his fingers into the boxers and pulled them down, revealing the stiff length of his erection. He loved the way she reacted to him, going instantly still and staring at him with those hot silver eyes. Arousal burned through her aura and his dick swelled further beneath her admiring gaze. Fisting himself in one hand, he gave his shaft a leisurely pump.

She gasped, her hands hanging at her sides as she stared at him. Laughing at her expression, he lowered himself into the warm water of the pool, the hard muscles of his chest flexing. He sighed and sank in to his neck. “Are you coming in or do you plan on watching me?”

Her mouth closed with a snap, and a pretty blush turned her tan cheeks pink. “Turn around.”

“What?”

“Turn around, or I'm not coming in. I feel shy with you watching me get undressed,” she mumbled, playing with the edges of her jacket.

“Darling, I've seen every inch of you. It's burned into my memory. I think we're past you being shy about getting undressed in front of me.”

Blushing even harder, she said, “Please?”

Rolling his eyes, he turned around in the water and waded over to the side and tossed a condom on the ledge. “Fine. There, my back is turned. Happy?”

Sometimes he forgot how young she was. She seemed so self-assured and confident beyond her years. It was moments like this that he understood how new the world was to her, how much she had yet to discover and enjoy. He found himself daydreaming about showing her all the wonders that awaited her, sharing that joy with her, for a long time to come.

The sound of light splashing let him know she was in the water, as did her soft sigh as its warmth embraced her. He turned around and watched her. She had her head arched back into the water, and her long hair flowed around her like some type of exotic flower. With her hair pulled off her face, he got to appreciate how fine her bone structure was and how kissable her lips were. And how tight her nipples became in the cold air.

He moved across the shallow, uneven bottom of the thermal spring pool toward her. Gently, he pulled her into his arms, enjoying the feeling of her floating beside him. Cradling her to his wet chest, he said, “When I begin the spell, try to avoid talking. Feel free to scream and moan, but don't say anything that might accidentally get pulled into the spell.”

She traced a peach-painted nail over his chest, circling his nipple and smoothing over his skin. “Okay, but I think you're giving yourself too much credit there, Professor Klemenson.”

“Really?” he said with a challenging smile. “Well, we will have to see who ends up in a quivering heap.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but it quickly turned into a sigh as he began to pull and thumb her nipple beneath the water. He felt desire and possessiveness move through him as she relaxed in his arms, totally trusting him. She gently trailed her small hands over his arms and shoulders as he caressed her.

Shifting, she reached one hand under the water and began to trace the hard edge of his hipbone with one fingertip, ever so slowly following its curve toward his cock. His touch became still on her breast as he concentrated on the feeling of her hand. With a groan, he shifted his hips forward, silently urging her to move farther.

One finger stroked the length of him, and he growled at the teasing touch. She gripped him and began to stroke him with a firm then feather-light touch. That soft caress was torture—it was killing him. He never wanted it to end.

He captured her mouth with his and began to stroke her with his tongue in time to her hand beneath the water. With a wicked laugh, she slipped out of his arms and swam to the other side of the pool. He dove after her, reaching out and grabbing one slender, tanned arm. She drove him crazy. Everything about her made him want to possess her and make her his.

He held her close in the warm water, wrapping her soft legs around his waist and using his hand to stroke her sex. The slickness of her arousal slid over her fingers, somehow wetter than the water. He gave a satisfied smile as he found her hard clit and ever so gently pinched it. She arched back, the tips of her breasts breaking the surface of the water, nipples rose red in the cool air. Fuck she was so sexy.

Rocking her hips, she rode his hand with small sounds of pleasure escaping her parted lips, her arms tightening as she gripped him close and began to gently bite his neck. Leaning back, she slipped her hand between them again and began to stroke his length in time with his hand moving between her legs. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensation of her soft hand moving over his erection, gripping and releasing as he plunged his fingers into her silken heat. His cock ached as she rubbed her hand over it quicker, matching the pace of his hand moving between her legs.

He removed his hand, and she made a sound of disappointment. Her obvious desire for his touch inflamed him, and he leaned in for a long, slow kiss, nipping at her full lower lip. He moved them back to a rock shelf and stood her on its edge facing away from him with her hands supporting her, shuddering as her well-rounded rear end rubbed over his body.

“I'm going to begin the ritual now. Drop your shields,” he said as he kissed his way down her neck. She nodded and whimpered with need, her features softening, her hands continuing to move over him. She was so passionate. He had never had a partner so open and willing to exchange pleasure. He rubbed his face on her wet hair as her sweet psychic scent washed over him, making him even harder as her energy moved across his body like a caress.

Turning her around, he cupped her breasts, loving the feeling of their weight. For such a tiny thing, she had marvelous tits. He could spend days worshiping them. Moving his hard length between her legs, he rubbed himself over her, the head of his cock moving back and forth on that little nub of flesh. She was so slick and hot. He had to pause to resist the urge to bury himself to the base of his shaft in her. Reaching past her, he tore open the condom with his teeth and slipped it on his aching dick.

The water carried her weight while she stood on tiptoes to give him better access, throwing her head back as he reached forward to stroke her throat with his tongue.

He began to speak the words of the spell, his shields lowering to move his energy over hers. He slowly entered her, straining to keep the spell going as her warmth enveloped his cock and her strong inner muscles clamped down on him. Moving in and out, he leaned her back for better angle, teasing her with short, shallow strokes as he held her soft hips.

She clung to his arms, grinding her hips back and urging him deeper. He smiled as he continued to repeat the words of the ritual, asking Odin to extend his protection to them, sharing his energy with her. He bent her over farther and began to move deeper, harder. Reaching between her legs, he stroked at her clit with his thumb. She began to buck back beneath him, seeking her release.

Gritting his teeth, he tried to hold on, the spell becoming a growl as he began to lose control. She let out a low moan and began to clench around his cock, her velvet sheath milking him. With a final thrust, he finished the spell, his energy mixing with the outer layer of her aura, feeding on the sensation of her pleasure.

The feeling of their auras mixing, combined with her whispering his name as she came, put him over the edge. Long, slow waves of pleasure crashed through him as he held her close and emptied himself deep inside of her heat. Spent, he cradled her in his arms, rubbing his face on top of her damp head and whispering words of love.

****

Mrs. Bherz watched as Chrissy opened the door to her dorm room, chewing on her thumb. “Thank you for getting here so fast, Mrs. Bherz. I don't know what that thing is, but it's really nasty.”

Mrs. Bherz marched into the foyer and looked around. Adjusting the blue crocheted shawl around her shoulders, she said, “You're most welcome, Chrissy. I'm glad I was operating the emergency hotline this afternoon. Now where is this little nasty demon you mentioned on the phone?”

“In the bedroom. It's trapped in my dream catcher.”

The women entered into the bedroom, and Mrs. Bherz made a tisking sound as she looked at the window. The dream catcher was burned black, the crystals in its web a cloudy yellow. Struggling in the middle of the web was a small green-scaled demon. When it saw the women, it opened its mouth and hissed at them, small claws struggling to break free. Anger moved through her as she realized that girl, Eliana, was messing around with demons again. She knew that girl was trouble, but she’d given her the benefit of the doubt.

“Do you know what it is, Mrs. Bherz?” Chrissy asked as she stayed back by the doorway.

Glancing over at the blonde girl, she felt pity for her that she’d been given a roommate that consorted with demons. “I do indeed. A nasty little nightmare demon. They hide beneath your pillow, and when you fall asleep that night, they invade your dreams. Usually it results in the dreamer being driven insane, but sometimes it leads to suicide.”

Chrissy shuddered and backed farther into the doorway. “What the hell is it doing in my dorm room?”

Mrs. Bherz paused and considered asking Chrissy about Eliana, then decided not to. The girl was obviously skilled at lying and Mrs. Bherz didn’t want to tip her off. She forced herself to say in a cheery voice, “Oh, I'm sure it's a random attack. Luckily for you, the dream catcher snared it before it could hide in your bed. Quite a nice dream catcher at that. Where did you get it?”

Not taking her eyes off the wriggling demon, Chrissy said, “My mother's boyfriend made it. He's an Ojibwa shaman.”

Mrs. Bherz watched Chrissy, fingering the crystal on one of her necklaces. “He did an excellent job. Though I'm afraid this dream catcher has been used up. Have your mother send you another one as soon as she can.”

Chrissy nodded and watched with interest as Mrs. Bherz pulled a large metallic sack out of her bag. “What's that? An aluminum foil doggy bag?”

“No, it's a silver demon pouch. Pop that little nasty inside of here and he goes into hibernation. I'll take him back to my classroom and dispose of him as part of my next lesson.”

“Wow, that's cool.”

“Indeed,” Mrs. Bherz said dryly. “Now, watch and learn.”

Mrs. Bherz cautiously approached the snarling creature, avoiding its eyes. Pulling over a chair, she stood on it and gently eased the bag over the dream catcher, careful not to touch any part of it. When the dream catcher was fully engulfed in the bag, she cut it from the window with a pair of small scissors.

“There we go, one less little nasty in the world.”

Walking back to Chrissy, Mrs. Bherz took off her crystal necklace and held it in her hand. “Chrissy, thank you for calling me. Where's your roommate?”

“She's in class right now, but I'll let her know what happened as soon as she gets back.”

Mrs. Bherz grabbed Chrissy's hand in her own, pressing the crystal to her palm. “That's not necessary, Chrissy. You can forget all about this. I was never here, and you had a nice afternoon of doing your homework.”

Chrissy's mouth barely moved as she said, “I had a nice afternoon doing my homework.”

“And you lent your dream catcher to a friend who was having nightmares.”

“Poor girl, such bad dreams,” Chrissy mumbled out.

Studying Chrissy, Mrs. Bherz nodded to herself. “I'll be leaving now. Go do your homework, Chrissy.”

“Okay.”

Mrs. Bherz slipped the crystal necklace back on and glanced out the door, making sure the hallway was clear. Placing the silver bag gently in her patchwork purse, she gave the closed door to Chrissy's dorm room one more searching look and left.

“Stay still,” Janet growled at Eliana through a mouth full of rhinestone-topped bobby pins.

Eliana stopped fidgeting and tried to stay still as her friend pulled and twisted her hair into an elaborate up-do. Sequestered in the bedroom by Janet, her friends from the dorm had rallied to help her get dressed. Danielle from next door was kneeling in front of her and delicately applying her makeup. The rest of her friends were currently in the TV room, sharing a bottle of wine and gossiping in between popping their heads into the room to offer styling advice.

Eliana had protested that she could do all of this herself. That statement had been met with such a stony silence that she meekly submitted to their wishes.

Secretly, she thought they viewed her as a big doll to play dress-up with.

Gods knew Chrissy had a wonderful time playing with the canary dress. She refitted it to Eliana's form so that it hung in a flattering way that made the most of Eliana’s curvy figure. With her trusty hot glue gun and a needle and thread, Chrissy had replaced the collar of the dress. The halter-top came around Eliana’s throat, exposing her shoulders and most of her collarbone. The choker was a subtle gold bead and rhinestone pattern that was repeated on the hem of the dress. Attached to the back of the choker was a long rope of tiny rhinestones that ended in a tear-shaped yellow gem. The line of sparkle fell down the middle of her exposed back and swung in a glittering arch when she moved.

She’d never worn something so sexy in public before, but the girl’s had assured her that she looked classy sexy, not skanky sexy.

A knock sounded at the front door and Eliana leaned back in her chair so she could look through the open doorway into the foyer. Chrissy opened it to reveal Jack, looking dashing in a black tuxedo. His blond hair was carefully combed and styled into a fashionable mess and even though she was head of heels for Aiden, she had to admit he looked hot.

Chrissy stood there staring, and Jack gave her his best charming smile.

“I'm Jack, Eliana's date. Is she here?”

“Yep, she's here.” Chrissy continued to stare at Jack, her dimples flashing as she smiled and fluttered her lashes.

With an exasperated sigh, Eliana yelled, “Jack, come on in. I'll be out in a moment. And I'm not your date. You're my arm candy.”