Seduced by Magic (14 page)

When his eyes met hers again, her grin widened. “Thought so.”

The heat in his groin was so intense, he was ready to pull her to the ground now and fuck her. At that moment, he could not think of one reason not to. “Watch it, little fire,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.

Still with that quirky grin on her face, Copper released her breasts and moved so that she was behind him, her fingers in his hair once again. “So you're a breast man.”

Said breasts rubbed against his bare back as she moved close to work on his hair. Tiernan swallowed hard. The
woman was teasing him—and she probably had no idea what he would do to her if she continued.

“I asked you a few moments ago,” she said as she worked on his hair, “to tell me about yourself.”

He cleared his throat. “I am a D'Danann Enforcer, a warrior of my people.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She tugged at one particularly stubborn knot. When she couldn't get it untangled, she grabbed her wand and gently zapped it free. When she set the wand aside, she said, “I mean tell me about
you
. Like how old you are, what your parents are like, where you live, what you do when you're not being a he-man, what's your favorite color . . . those kinds of things.”

Tiernan took a deep breath and shifted again to ease the ache in his groin. “I am over two thousand years old.”

Copper's hands paused in his hair and she pressed closer to his back as she peered around him to look at his face. “No shit?”

He grinned. “No shit.”

“Well.” Copper went back to working on his hair. “I should have figured that since you all were former gods before you left to live in Otherworld. It's just a trip actually hearing you say it.” This time her tug at his hair was hard enough to make him wince. “Sorry. Tell me more.”

Tiernan paused for a moment, trying to decide exactly what to tell her. “I am a lord of the House of Cathal in the D'Danann court. My mother and father are ready to retire from their responsibilities and wish for me to take them on.”

“A lord, eh?” She finger-combed part of his hair. “Do you want to? Take over the responsibilities of your house?”

“It is my duty,” he said automatically.

Copper attacked what he hoped was the final Pixie braid creation. “But do you
want
to?”

“Of course.” That was his destiny. It always had been. But right now he didn't want to think about his destiny or duty.

“Okay, so what's your favorite color?”

He turned just enough to grab one of her wrists, forcing her to stop and look at him. “Cinnamon eyes and copper-colored hair.”

Her throat visibly worked. “You are the charmer,” she said in a low voice.

“Right now that is all I see. All I want to see.”

Copper's heart started pounding and her belly tingled straight down to her pussy. She took a deep breath. Oh, boy, was she playing with fire. She looked away from him and extracted her wrist from his hand. “I'm almost done with your Pixie braids,” she said, trying to keep her voice light. Suddenly she wasn't so sure she wanted to move this fast.

But she wanted him. Goddess, did she want him.

Nevertheless, she hurried to finish the last braid. Without warning him, she took the wooden cup, filled it from the lower basin with ice-cold water, and poured it over his head.

That should cool things down a little
, she thought, as Tiernan sputtered and turned to glare at her.

She gave him a sweet smile and dumped another cup, then another over his hair as the chilly water ran down his wonderful naked back, that incredible chest, along that flat belly straight to—a very hard erection beneath his leather pants.

Copper hurried to finish wetting every bit of his hair, which was still sticking up despite being wet. She took the lid off the wooden container and tossed the lid aside before using her fingers to scoop out some of the special shampoo the Faeries had made for her own frizzy occasions. The pentagram on her thick copper bracelet glittered with her movements.

As she washed his hair with the shampoo and the frizz died down, Tiernan cleared his throat. “Tell me about your life, Copper.”

“Turnabout's fair play, I suppose.” She gave a shrug as she soaped his hair. To keep it from staying curly, the
shampoo had to be worked in thoroughly. “You know about my family.” Her voice caught as she thought about her mother, but forced herself to go on. “You know I'm a witch and I have a honeybee familiar. I'm trapped with a whole bunch of pissed-off Fae, who think this is all my fault, in some kind of bubble.” She scooped up water in the tumbler. “Close your eyes because I'm going to rinse the soap out now.”

He leaned over to keep the soap out of his eyes. “What else?” he asked even as he shivered from the cold water.

“Hmmmm . . . I pitch a mean game of softball, I could probably give you a run for your money. And I majored in education at a university.”

“How old are you?” he asked as more soap ran down his face and body when she poured another cup of water on him.

“Oh, probably what would be a nanosecond in your lifetime.” She was almost finished. She squeezed out the excess water, then finger-combed his hair as he rose back up. “Twenty-six. I went to the university for four years, took some night classes for a couple of years, then went back to get my masters.”

“You teach?” he asked, as she moved around to face him so that they were eye to eye.

“Not yet, but I plan to.” She pushed her hair behind her ear and wondered where Zeph was. “I've been taking it slow. So much was going on with my Coven, including my becoming an Adept. I was also helping Silver run the Coven's store and taking one night class each semester.”

Their eyes met and held. She was sitting so close to him that her thigh brushed his. “Blue,” she whispered.

He raised an eyebrow. “Blue what?”

“My favorite color today is blue.” She drank in the sight of him. His incredible physique, the intense look on his well-defined features, his wet, blond hair that now fell
straight back behind his broad shoulders. And those eyes . . . “You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.”

Tiernan moved so fast he caught her by surprise. One second she'd been sitting, the next she was lying on her back staring up at him.

Flames burned through Copper like wildfire as Tiernan braced his knees on each side of her legs, his hands on either side of her head, her back pressed against the soft grass. His musky male scent blended with that of the dandelion shampoo she had just used on his hair. His mouth—she couldn't take her eyes off his firm lips. Sexy and so very masculine.

His features had an intense look and her belly went straight to her toes as he dipped his head down. When Tiernan's lips met hers, it was hot, fiery, passionate. He held nothing back, his mouth moving over hers, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip, and his tongue thrusting into her mouth.

Copper moaned and writhed beneath him as she reached up to slide her arms around his neck, beneath his wet hair. She brought him tightly to her and at the same time she pressed her mouth harder to his. She matched his passion, tasting him, biting at his lower lip, and moaning into his mouth. It was the most incredible kiss she'd ever experienced in her life.

Tiernan's wet hair fell forward to slide over her neck and her breasts. He groaned and drew away from her, his beautiful eyes meeting hers and holding her gaze with such an intense look she couldn't have turned away if she wanted to. His breathing was hard and she felt the warmth of it against her cheeks.

Her own breathing was just as harsh and the sensations in her body were nearly out of control. Her blood pounded hard in her ears and she felt a zing in her belly that made its way to her damp pussy.

“Little fire,” Tiernan said in a low gravelly voice, “I do not think you know how close I am to fucking you. Now.”

Copper slipped one of her hands from his neck, and his abdomen tensed beneath her fingers as she trailed them down, down to his pants. She cupped him by the balls and his eyes grew dark and stormy. The arms he had braced to either side of her head trembled and his jaw tightened.

“Don't wait.” She squeezed his erection and brought her hand up to tug at one of the ties of his tight leather pants. “Fuck me now.”

“Copper . . .” His growl grew deeper as she released his cock and ran her small hand up and down its length.

“I mean it.” She tugged at his cock, forcing him to lower himself closer to her wet pussy. “I
need
this. I need it so badly I can hardly stand it.”

Tiernan moved so that he was between her legs, forcing her thighs wide apart. Sweat had broken out on his brow from the effort to hold himself back.

Copper released his erection to tug up her dress, baring her pussy. The scent of her juices combined with his masculine musk made her heady.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, forcing him lower so that his cock pressed hard against her mound.

“Goddamn it, Tiernan.” She reached up and kissed him hard. “Fuck me,” she said against his lips.

He raised his face to the sky and with a pained expression
he rocked his hips so that his cock rubbed from the curls of her mound to her now bare belly. But not where she wanted him. She slipped her fingers around his erection and started to guide it to her pussy.

“No.” He had a tortured look on his face when his gaze met hers again. “You could get with child.”

“Uh-uh.” Copper reached up to kiss him hard. “I'm a witch. Even without my wand, I can conjure a magical shield within me that protects me from everything.” She brought the head of his cock to her channel. “Consider it conjured.”

Tiernan gave a growl. Copper raised her hips so that he slid a fraction into her channel.

“Hurry,” she begged. “I need you now.”

With one thrust, he buried his cock deep, deep inside her.

“Oh, sweet goddess.” At that moment she couldn't imagine anything else feeling so good. She clenched her legs tighter around him, her body adjusting to the length and girth of his cock. “Don't move.”

Immediately he looked concerned. “Did I hurt you?”

“Um, no.” She raised her hips so that his groin was hard against her mound. “You just feel so damn good.”

A droplet of sweat rolled from his forehead onto her cheek. “I cannot hold back much longer.”

“Don't.” She began moving her hips up and down. “Fuck me harder than you ever have fucked anyone before.”

Tiernan took her at her word and rammed into her and she cried out at the incredible feel of it. He thrust so hard, his hips slamming into hers, that she knew she was going to be bruised. She reveled in it. Goddess, but she needed this. He felt so good, the head of his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside her, his leather pants rubbing against the inside of her thighs, her dress bunched up around her waist.

Her body trembled and a sensation swept through her like a thousand tiny pinpricks from her scalp to her toes. A
flush of heat followed the prickling sensation and her mind began to whirl. She imagined tiny golden bubbles sparkling around them just as her orgasm burst through her.

Copper couldn't help the cry that tore from her throat, no more than she could stop her body from trembling, shuddering with every wave of her climax.

Tiernan kept thrusting in and out, harder, harder, harder, drawing out her orgasm. Moments later he gave a shout that sounded like triumph, a pure male cry that made her channel convulse even harder around his cock as he throbbed inside her. They were both sweaty and out of breath.

He stopped and pressed his hips tight to hers as he looked down at her. “Godsdamn, woman.”

She gave a smile of satisfaction as he rolled onto his side, bringing her with him so that they were pressed chest to chest, his thigh pinning hers down, his cock still inside her. He traced his finger over her nose. “Such sweet Faerie kisses.”

“Freckles.” Copper kissed him, moving her mouth gently over his, before drawing back and looking into his intense eyes. “Ready for another round?”

Words failed him as the beautiful woman untangled herself from his arms and stood so that he was looking up at her. The sweet curls of her mound glistened with her wetness, her musk nearly driving him mad.

A sexy smile curved the corners of her mouth as she reached down to grab her dress from where it bunched at her waist. She tugged it over her breasts and over her head in a lithe movement. He could not take his eyes from her full breasts. She was right—he apparently was a “breast man,” and hers were perfection. Her nipples were taut, and when she reached up and pinched them between her fingers, he groaned. Copper groaned, too, and tilted her face to the sky as she kneaded her nipples and her breasts.

Tiernan pushed himself to his knees and grabbed her by her hips. “This time we do it my way,” he said in a voice
husky with lust. “And right now I must taste you.” The moment he buried his face against her mound, Tiernan thought she gave the sweetest cry he had ever heard.

Copper never remembered feeling anything like this in any of her sexual experiences. His tongue—goddess, his tongue did wonderful things to her clit. Incredible. He repeated the same motions and he gave low growling sounds as if he were staking his territory.

She couldn't help but watch him as he rubbed his face against her mound and buried his tongue in her folds. His stubble was rough against her soft skin, adding to the intensity of what he was doing to her. Sensation shot from her nipples to her pussy as she continued to pinch and pull them hard. She liked it hard. Liked everything about sex to be rough. Hard and fast.

He paused to look up at her, his face damp with her juices. “I do not think I have tasted anything so fine as you.”

“Then don't stop.” She dropped her hands from her breasts and slipped her fingers into his still damp hair and pressed his head tight to her tingling flesh. “Dammit, don't stop!”