Shadow Magic (18 page)
Authors: Cheyenne McCray
HANNAH SCRUNCHED HER BROWS against sunlight meeting her eyelids as she gradually woke, curled up on her side. She raised one eyelid, then quickly shut it as the bright light made her wince. Gradually she got used to the sunshine streaming in from the high windows of the warehouse.
Voices, hammering, a drill, and other sounds echoed in the warehouse and in her head.
Hannah normally woke easily and was surprised by the lethargy that made her feel as if her bones would melt into the cement below the sleeping bag. Maybe not so surprising considering what she and Garran went through last night.
Memories and questions fired through her mind like arrows and her head ached even more from them.
Garran was behind her, she was certain, even though he wasn't touching her.
She rolled over from one side to the other to see Garran watching her, a sensuous smile touching his lips. He had propped one elbow on his sleeping bag, his head in his palm, and was simply watching her with his liquid silver eyes.
Such Elvin beauty stole her breath away. White-blond hair hung straight over his shoulders, his skin was fair yet not pale. His physique, his powerful build, made her want to explore his body with her hands, her tongue, her mouth. Her gaze drifted to the crotch of his jeans and she was rewarded with the outline of a very firm erection.
When she raised her eyes and looked at him again, his gaze had darkened.
“Good morning,” she said, her voice soft in the emptiness of the room they had slept in. “Or maybe I should be saying good afternoon.”
“It matters not.” He raised his hand and slipped his fingers into her hair. “The day is good.”
The feel of his fingertips along her skin and then his palm cupping the back of her head made her belly twist. She eased her hand up to trace the curve of one of his pointed ears and he shivered as if the act itself were erotic. She fisted her hand in his T-shirt and pulled him toward her.
When they'd kissed before, it had been wild and passionate on both their sides. This was so tender, gentle, that she could almost forget everything that had happened and all that was around them. She moaned as his mouth moved over hers and he took her lower lip between her teeth and nipped at it, sending a thrill straight to the place between her thighs. She slipped her tongue in to meet with his and tasted the wonderful flavor that was uniquely Garran.
Hannah unclenched his T-shirt and moved her hand lower, down the flatness of his ripped abs to the tough cotton of his jeans. He broke their kiss and groaned as she rubbed his erection, and when she looked up at him he appeared to be almost in pain.
“This human clothing is far too uncomfortable.” He shifted his hips and opened his eyes.
Hannah rubbed him harder as she gazed up at him under her lashes. “I think it's because you're too big to fit in your jeans.”
Garran grasped her wrist, pulling her hand from his cock, and rolled her onto her back in a fast movement that shook the remaining sleepiness right out of her. He straddled her, holding both of her wrists in his hands. Such big, strong hands.
She squirmed beneath him, wet and aching for him to be inside of her. Would he leave her wanting again? He intertwined
his fingers with hers and held their hands to either side of her head and brought his mouth to hers again.
his fingers with hers and held their hands to either side of her head and brought his mouth to hers again.
“I have never known such beauty.” He gently brushed his lips up and across hers. “You move my very soul when I look upon you.”
“I know you're trying to seduce me,” she murmured as he moved his lips over her jaw to the soft line of her neck. “But you don't have to go overboard.”
Garran nipped at the skin between her shoulder and neck. “I never say anything I do not mean, Hannah Wentworth.”
Another flip inside her stomach made her wonder if she was losing her mind. The instinct she'd had before, about him telling the truth, rose up in her, and she couldn't argue with him.
Frankly, she didn't want to argue. She just wanted him. And bless it, this time she would have him.
In the social circles she'd frequented, her sexual relationships had been ⦠civilized. Garran was anything but. She'd never felt so hot, so needy, so crazy for a man as she did with Garran. Her body cried out to have his hands on her, his mouth on her, his cock to be inside her. She wanted to feel his hard thrusts as he pounded in and out.
His lips neared her T-shirt-covered nipple and she squirmed beneath him. “Take my shirt off.”
He looked up at her with a predatory smile and released her hands. “Are you certain this is what you want? Once we begin, I will not stop until we both have reached completion with me deep inside you.”
Oh, goddess
. She squirmed beneath him, the images of him taking her making her hotter and wetter.
. She squirmed beneath him, the images of him taking her making her hotter and wetter.
“You'd better make good on your promise.” She reached for the hem of her T-shirt that her sister witches had retrieved from her home. “Because this time you're not leaving.”
Garran's eyes melted into dark pewter as he helped her strip off the shirt. Thanks be, the witches had brought at least one of her front-clasp bras and she shrugged it off so that all she was wearing was her moon and crescent armband.
Garran stroked the armband with his fingertips before taking both of her breasts in his hands and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples hard enough to make her gasp. He scooted down a little more and took one of her nipples in his mouth.
Hannah moaned at the feel of his hot mouth on her nipple and the way he sucked and licked it. He continued to palm her other breast and she arched, wanting him to take more of her. She found she was gripping the sleeping bag in her fists and relaxed them to slip her hands into his silky blond hair.
He moved his mouth to her other nipple, still squeezing her breasts at the same time. Some of his long hair fell over his shoulder and the soft strands tickled and caressed her bare flesh.
The moment his mouth left one of her breasts, and he abandoned it to run his lips down the center of her belly, she shivered. Cool air circulating from giant fans at the ceiling of the warehouse brushed her moist, taut nipples. The sounds she'd heard when she woke up faded into white noise as she focused completely on Garran and what he was doing to her.
His tongue traced a path along the edge of her jeans and she reached for the button to unfasten them.
“No.” The word was a soft command and he pushed her hands aside. “I will.”
Hannah held her breath as he rose up on his knees and smiled at her. He fumbled a bit with the button of her jeansâno doubt from his unfamiliarity with human clothingâbut he was a fast learner. As soon as the button was taken care of, he unzipped her jeans, grasped her panties and the sides of her jeans, and pulled down.
He didn't rush, but he didn't take too long, either. He brought her jeans and panties all the way to her ankles where he stopped long enough to flip off her running shoes, tug her socks from her feet, and then yank the rest of her clothing off.
Leaving her deliciously naked. Hunger grew in Garran's eyes as he forced her knees apart and looked at her folds.
He spoke words in a language she didn't understand as
she warmed under his gaze. Words that seemed almost magical as they came from his lips.
she warmed under his gaze. Words that seemed almost magical as they came from his lips.
“What did you just say?” she whispered. “What language?”
“Elvin.” The way he looked at her when he raised his gaze to meet hers made her thighs quiver and her folds grow wetter. “I said you are a goddess. Beauty beyond any that I have seen before.”
Warmth turned to heat and flowed up Hannah from her feet to her scalp. She'd never blushed. It was just a fact of lifeâshe was too distanced from those kinds of emotions. But she was pretty sure that this time she had. Her cheeks felt flushed with heat and her skin burned.
A primal growl rumbled up from Garran's throat and he pushed her legs up so that her knees bent, then spread her thighs farther apart.
Strange quivers that she'd never felt before flipped through her bellyâlike those butterflies she'd heard about but had never experienced. She bit her lower lip as he scooted down and moved his mouth closer to her folds. His warm breath stroked her and she wanted to scream.
She wasn't about to beg. She never begged. Instead, her whole body remained tense and she waited for his tongue to find her clit.
“What do you want, Hannah?” he murmured as his mouth neared her folds.
“You.” She resisted squirming. “Your mouth. On me.”
With a satisfied expression he lowered his head and swiped her folds with his tongue.
Hannah shivered and moaned as his mouth took control of her body. She lowered her head and gazed at him, causing more crazy eruptions in her belly as she looked at him licking and sucking her.
His gaze met hers and she could tell he liked her watching him. Her climax built in her belly as he traced her folds with his tongue, circled her clit, then sucked it.
Moan after moan rose up in Hannah as she broke eye
contact with Garran and tipped her head back. She lost herself in the feel of his mouth on her. It felt so good with his head between her thighs, the silk of his hair against her skin and brushing her mound.
contact with Garran and tipped her head back. She lost herself in the feel of his mouth on her. It felt so good with his head between her thighs, the silk of his hair against her skin and brushing her mound.
He started stroking the skin between her anus and her core with his fingers, a delicious indulgence that caused her to move her hips tighter against his face.
Goddess! She almost lost it when he thrust two, then three fingers up her core and began to slowly move them in and out. His knuckles smacked against her flesh as everything went wild inside her. That floaty, tickling feeling grew in her belly, like butterflies swirling in a small cyclone.
Hannah ground her teeth as she turned her head from one side to the other. She dug her nails into her palms and felt the ache building and building between her thighs. Her breastsâwere so sensitive to the slightest stirring of air as Garran licked and sucked her clit until she was half mad.
Her entire body started to tremble and she dug her nails harder into her palms.
Garran began pounding his fingers in and out of her body. Harder, harder yet, as if he were driving his cock in her, thrusting hard. Just the image of him taking her made the butterfly storm inside her swirl and swirl and swirl until she knew she was about to lose it.
She ground her teeth and felt as if her head were going to take flight
Garran growled against her folds and her clit and she was gone.
A sharp cry rose up inside her and she felt the butterflies swirl free from her body. They brushed her skin with their feather-soft wings from her belly to her nipples to her cheeks.
Garran drove her on and on until her always dry eyes almost released a tear or two from the most intense pleasure she'd ever felt in her life.
Gradually, he slowed and her core convulsed around his fingers and her body trembled beneath his mouth. The butterfly
flutters faded and she unclenched her hands, and her palms stung from how tightly she'd been digging her nails into them.
flutters faded and she unclenched her hands, and her palms stung from how tightly she'd been digging her nails into them.
A few more swipes and Garran stopped. She tilted her head down to see a very smug grin on his handsome face.
Hannah's heart beat fast and she had to inhale and exhale slowly to catch her breath. He rose up over her and started to fumble with the button of his jeans, getting ready to drive into her.
She shook her head and pressed palms on his chest. “My turn.”
He raised an eyebrow, but rolled onto his back when she pushed harder against him. She straddled him and brought her mouth down, gently brushing her lips over his and dipped her tongue into his mouth. She gave a soft moan as he gripped her bare ass while she kissed him. In addition to his taste was her own flavor and the scent of her musk was on his mouth. It did crazy things in her belly again to taste what he had tasted when he'd pleasured her so thoroughly.
His jaw was smooth, no stubble on his face, just pure Elvin beauty. And she wanted to see more of him.
She rose up and grasped his T-shirt, watching his face the entire time she did. He looked so damn sexy and sensual. The warmth of his skin heated her hands as she slowly pushed his shirt up while she let her palms run over his muscles. She took her gaze away from his to look down and watch the flex of his abs, his chest, his shoulders and biceps as he helped her take his shirt completely off.
When he was bare from the waist up, she spared a moment to sit back and study him. His white-blond hair was splayed out behind him and his skin was almost golden in the afternoon light. He was simply perfection.
Just as perfect as he looked with his silvery-blue hair and bluish-gray skin. Either way, he was the most gorgeous man she'd ever known.
Garran reached up and palmed her breasts at the same time he pinched her nipples. Hannah moaned and tilted her
head back, enjoying the feel of the insides of her bare thighs snug against his jeans as she straddled him, and the feel of his hands and the cool air caressing her body.
head back, enjoying the feel of the insides of her bare thighs snug against his jeans as she straddled him, and the feel of his hands and the cool air caressing her body.
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