Eclipsing Dawn (Dusk takes Dawn) (6 page)

He tossed the toy aside and wiped her thighs dry with a corner of the blanket. “I’ll let your body tell me how much you like your punishment,” he whispered into her hair. Her gaze met his in the mirror. Eagerness and a touch of fear filled her face. He slid his left thumb into her welcoming warmth and her body sagged against him.

She jerked forward when the first smack landed on her ass. He inhaled sharply, watching her sexy breasts jiggle in the mirror. Duncan rubbed her backside with his right hand. The next spank came unexpectedly and landed with more force. He felt the sting in his palm. Dawn jerked again and fresh moisture drenched his hand. She liked it. He knew she would.

Holding her gaze in the mirror he alternated spanking one cheek then the other, and massaged her in between. Dawn moaned with each smack and his erection jumped every time her body convulsed around his thumb. When her forehead dropped to the floor he knew she’d had enough.

“Have you learned not to disobey me? Not to feel me up when I can’t return the favor? And not to suck any dick that isn’t actually mine?”

She nodded, her eyes bright, her expression lusty.

He yanked her back up against him and she nearly collapsed against his body. Her mouth dropped open, her hands caught hold of his hair, her head lolled to one side. The need to brand her overtook him. He nipped and sucked a love bite onto her exposed neck. With his mark made, he bent her forward again.

Pulling her hands from his hair, he laid them on the blanket so she could hold herself up. "Arch your spine a little more, my jewel. I want to watch your breasts jiggle in the mirror on every down stroke." Dawn arched and he groaned. "Right."

Rising to an upright position, he allowed his hands to glide up her thighs, bunching the skirt of her dress up as he moved. When the printed fabric lay draped around her waist he marveled at her fantastic ass, plump and cherry red from the spanking. Duncan already planned to soothe the pain with pleasure. He parted her cheeks with splayed fingers and massaged his thumbs between her creamy folds.

Dawn purred deep in her throat as he licked from her one side of her arousal slickened opening to the other. She wobbled, and he steadied her hips for better access to her sensitive nub. She rewarded him with more silken moisture, and his tongue delved into her body in heated liquid thrusts. He continued until his hands were the only things keeping her from crumbling onto the rooftop. But he didn’t let her come. Not yet. He wanted to feel her body clench again and again around him when she did.

Reaching to his right, he picked up the necklace and fitted the beads against her. As he moved them up and down, he made sure each bead caught on her clit and rubbed deep between her cheeks. Her gyrating hips spurred him on and he picked up the pace.

"More.” Her eyes seemed to say. "Please. More."

Duncan planned to fit the beads inside her second opening, one by one. Then withdraw them tantalizingly slow. He wanted her panting when he came inside her. But he couldn’t wait. The necklace dropped onto the blanket, forgotten. Duncan yanked off his jeans and took the agony of his throbbing cock in hand. Breathing deep, he pressed the bundle of nerves at the base to calm himself.

When he relaxed a bit, he positioned himself behind her. He tapped his tip against her plump buttocks, then began a slow glide down over her anus and through her lips, stopping at her clitoris. He pumped against it. She pressed back, her moans rising through the gag with each sway backward. The sensation unraveled his resolve. He caught his head on the lip of her opening and teased her with a few short strokes before plunging in.

Dawn’s shoulders struggled upward but Duncan held her in place with a hand at her back. Worry pinned him in place and his chest heaved with ragged breaths. He was too hard. They’d waited years for this. He could plow straight through her if he wasn’t careful. He had a big dick. That wasn’t ego, but fact.

"Is it too much?" he asked.

She rolled her hips against him to answer.

Thank the gods.
He swiped the back of a hand across his brow, clearing away a sheen of sweat. Having to stop might’ve permanently fucked him up
.

Using his knees, Duncan widened the spacing of hers to give him better access. His hands found her breasts on their own volition, and he began to move inside her. Slowly, at first, allowing her body to acclimate to his thickness, then building. He drove into her faster, deeper, stronger. Dawn’s interior walls pulsed around him, sucking him in. So damn good.
So damn mutha fuckin’ good
. Silken and tight. Plush and molten. He gritted his teeth.

Dawn fell forward when she forgot herself and reached back to squeeze his ass. He caught her around her waist but didn’t miss a stroke. The reflection of sheer ecstasy she cast in the mirror stunned him—her eyelids had lowered to bliss-drunken slits. It undid him. Duncan freed her from the gag and pulled the thong out of her mouth with one hand. Her tongue darted across her lower lip and she smiled in an utterly sultry way. Her expression, combined with her heat and the slap of their bodies parting and coming together, milked his sac and he pressed a thumb against her nub to bring her with him.

She gasped loud and sharp, but his roar swallowed the sound as he throbbed in bliss drenched release.

When his body stopped jerking and hers convulsed lightly, he rolled onto his back, pulled her on top of him and wrapped the blanket around them.

His witch curled into the crook of his arm and whistled softly alongside his chest. First, she ran a fingertip around his nipple, then lifted the same digit and pressed it to his lips. Dawn’s exhale turned into a jagged intake of breath as he suckled her finger. When he began to mock chewing it she giggled.

Duncan took her hand from his mouth and held it to his heart, tapping her knuckles gently. "I don’t want time to run out without me telling you." He kissed her, his tongue cajoling hers to come out and play with him. He remorsefully broke the kiss minutes later, nipped her lower lip, and continued. "I love you, Dawn Granger. More than you can comprehend. It’s only because I adore you that I demand so much. I can’t go back to nights without you, with no hope other than maybe seeing you on All Hallows Eve."

Dawn caressed the line of his jaw, her eyes shining. " I love you, Duncan Craig. So much that tomorrow without you feels like going to my death. There must be a way to free both our people from the curses."

They kissed again, losing themselves in it.

"I’ll talk to Teeny again as soon as night falls," he said, wrapping her more closely to him. "We’ll find a way."

"Good," she said. "But for now, there are other matters to attend to." She rose, throwing off the blanket and shifting her body to straddle his thighs. Her hand found his semi
erect shaft
and she used her thumb to prop it up. Bringing his tip to her nipples she encircled each of her areolas. The unexpectedly erotic act sent blood rushing to reinvigorate his lust. Dawn smiled and bowed to lick the cleft in his engorged head. Duncan bucked into her mouth, and she teased him with the edge of her teeth. A warning. He paused, amused.

Her flickering tongue bathed the sensitive ring of flesh below the head and it took an effort of self-control not to shove further into her mouth. Every nerve he possessed stood at attention, throbbing until he’d stretched his legs as far as they could go in response.

Nothing should ever feel this good.

No woman should enjoy each lick and suckle as much as Dawn appeared to. Her expression amped up the sweet pulsing ache in him to teenage-boy levels of glee.
Damn. Fuck. Shit.
Sharing control with her felt so much better than when he’d dominated her as a magical surrogate. Her equal contribution to their sex play made the moment sweeter.

Maybe he didn’t have to prove himself a man to this woman, or to rule her like he’d thought. He realized he could relent, just a little, and trust her to stay by his side purely because she wanted to be there.

Not that he’d ever submit. Some things were never going to happen. But he enjoyed letting her have her way.
Shit
, he craved it.

He almost pushed Dawn away more than once. He couldn’t figure out what to do with his hands. The molten wetness of her ministrations overwhelmed him. Dawn had a celebration in her mouth. Everything in him sang, his muscles taut, and just as his control began to fracture, she pursed her lips and ran the tender undersides down his length. The smooth fronts of her teeth, rippled over his veins, adding to the rampant sensations.

He palmed the top of her head. Drew back. Then curled his fingers into fists. He waved them in the air before he grabbed at the floor. His fingers clutched the blanket.

A self-satisfied smirk swept her face.

Duncan tensed, trembling with expectation and knowing he’d soon embarrass himself to wet dream proportions. When she licked the indent creasing his scrotum, then took one of his balls into her mouth and hummed. He couldn’t take any more.

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.