Szereto, Mellanie - Two Pirates to Treasure [Bewitching Desires 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

Bewitching Desires 4

MELLANIE SZERETO

Copyright © 2012

Chapter 1

Orsolya Horvát stared at the stubborn, fist-sized chunk of sandstone on the patio as she adjusted the words of her spell yet again. “Erosion, with your hands of steel, return this rock to sandy meal.”
Change!

Nothing happened—for the sixth time that afternoon. She’d lost count of how many times in the past three weeks she failed at one attempt after another.

She dropped her hands from her hips and sank onto the bench. “It’s hopeless, Jolán.
I’m
hopeless.”

Her sister-in-law’s cousin shook her head. “We all have problems with incantations when we’re learning the craft. Great Grandmother wouldn’t have asked the family to help train you if she didn’t think you had potential.”

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Orsolya closed them instead and lifted her face toward the warm spring sun. Her brother Sandor had the power to control energy. Her other brother Daniel had been a seer, able to foretell the future—including his own death. Even Konrad, who’d been adopted into the warlock family as an orphaned child, could throw fireballs and spark flames in a cold fireplace.

As a female, Orsolya hadn’t inherited a skill associated with the Order of the Elements. She’d lived the sheltered life of a nonwitch in a dilapidated castle for all but the past four and a half months of her thirty years. Spending the day outside in the fresh air and sunshine had to be consolation enough for being unable to perform a simple spell.

She inhaled the welcome scent of forsythia before opening her eyes to study the bushes of delicate yellow flowers that bordered the patio. She’d only ever seen them from a moving car until coming to live in the Macska mansion. “No amount of training will turn me into a witch. I don’t mind, though. I’m happy that I get to go outside whenever I want.”

Jolán sat down beside her. “Grandmother is very wise. If she says you’ll be a witch, then you’ll be a witch. I didn’t think I’d
ever
be able to cast an enchantment or manage a charm, and I grew up surrounded by magick. Want to take a break? We could go for a ride in the woods.”

A ride?
Orsolya had never ridden a horse. She hadn’t experienced a lot of things in her thirty years. Her brothers had been overprotective of her after their parents died when she was eight. They’d blamed the ancient shifter, Kazmer, for their deaths—the same enemy who’d killed Daniel and almost kept Sandor and Konrad from becoming mated to Rebeka.

Rebeka’s younger cousin had lived much more than Orsolya. “I don’t know how to ride. Would you mind if we took a walk in the gardens?”

Jolán smiled as she stood. “You must’ve been miserable trapped inside the castle with a bunch of men. Don’t get me wrong—I like boys, but I love spending time with my sisters and cousins. We can talk about everything.”

Slipping off her shoes, Orsolya pushed to her feet and began walking along the paving stone path toward the water garden. “What do you talk about?”

A giggle came from beside her. “Well, lately I’ve been asking for advice from my mated cousins. I’ll turn twenty-one at the end of July, and I’d kind of like to know what to expect with the whole moon-fertility cycle thing. It’ll be my first time. I mean, I haven’t ever kissed a boy, or held hands, or...anything. I know about sex, but how does it
feel
to have all those hormones rushing through your body, telling you to mate?”

Heat crept up Orsolya’s neck and cheeks. “Well, I don’t know. I...I...”

“That’s what they all tell me. ‘It’s hard to describe.’ I just want to know whether I’ll like it or not.”

Stopping to appreciate the brightly colored flowers lining the walkway, Orsolya sighed. “I’d tell you if I could, but I can’t. I’m a...I’ve never...”

Embarrassment kept her from finishing her admission.

“Oh.” Jolán’s voice rose as understanding seemed to sink in. “You’re a virgin. I guess I figured since you’re older than I am, you would’ve already gone through your first two cy—darn it, I keep forgetting you’re different. Do you know when you’re supposed to find a mate?”

Orsolya shook her head without turning to face her companion. “I don’t think I will. Only the males in my family have elemental powers to pass on, and I’m not a witch, so I don’t have any important skills to give to my children. Like you said, I’m different.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t have a mate. You should. Sex is good for you. At least my family says it is. What about love? Don’t you want to find a man who makes you smile just because you’re with him? I can hardly wait to fall in love and share my body with my mate.”

With a shrug, Orsolya continued toward the mermaid fountain. “I like living in a house full of women. Men are mostly bossy and grouchy, especially when they can’t have what they want when they want it.”

A burst of laughter had her turning to look at her teacher. Jolán grinned. “My mother told me the same thing. She said the best way to handle a man is to feed him a steady diet of love and sex. He’ll be too busy to be moody. If we get to enjoy our efforts to distract them, so much the better. A good lover is a pleasure to keep happy.”

Knowing the basic mechanics of lovemaking, Orsolya couldn’t imagine gaining any pleasure from the experience. The male inserted his erect penis in the female’s vagina and ejaculated, sending sperm inside her uterus to impregnate her. How did a woman get enjoyment from that? “Sounds painful, or uncomfortable at the very least. And messy.”

“It might hurt a bit at first if you aren’t prepared, but then...” Jolán gave a breathy sigh. “Wait until you have an orgasm. Wow! To know you can give someone that feeling is empowering.”

An orgasm?
What’s an orgasm?
Would Jolán think her a fool if Orsolya asked the question?

“Sit with me.” Her new friend settled on the outer rim of the fountain and patted the smooth stone. She continued after Orsolya sat facing her. “I think we need to expand your education. By the bewildered look on your face, I’m guessing you haven’t had any guidance in the area of sex. The best way to learn is through experimentation and exploration. Because Macska women have little control over their sexual desire and response during the mating cycle, we spend our twentieth year learning about what stimulates pleasure for us as individuals and preparing our bodies for intercourse to avoid injuries. When we go back to the house, I’ll show where to find a selection of vibrators and a sex manual.”

“Vibrators?” Orsolya tried to picture what one might look like, but her mind drew a blank.

“Sexual aides in different shapes and sizes, depending on your preferences and degree of experience.” Jolán grasped Orsolya’s hand as she stood. “Let’s go now. You’ll have an easier time understanding everything if you have pictures and props in front of you. Come on!”

She set off at a jog, with Orsolya following to keep from being dragged up the path. They hurried into the mansion through the tearoom and along the east hall to the library. In the corner near one tall window, Jolán opened what seemed to be a closet door but became the entrance to another room with two shelves. Lights blinked on as they entered. Several boxes filled the surface of a table in the corner. A glance at the wall opposite the shelving revealed a large mirror, a desk and chair, and the doorway to a small bathroom.

Jolán closed the door. “This is the sexual education lab. Normally, you’d get a copy of the sex manual before you come here to try out the collection you receive with the book. The illustrations show what each device does and how to use it. Since the book uses mostly slang rather than anatomical terms in that section, we should probably talk about those first.”

Pulling a spiral-bound volume from the closest shelf, she carried it to the desk. Next, she retrieved one of the boxes from the table and set it with the book.

Orsolya stared at the cover, fascinated by the image of a naked man and woman with their arms and legs entwined. A strange spasm in her lower belly and moisture between her thighs had her shifting from her right foot to left. An orgasm?

The picture disappeared as her instructor opened the book to the first page. She pointed to a drawing of a man. “A penis is often referred to as a cock or a dick. Sometimes a shaft. The testicles are called balls, gonads, or nuts.”

Having grown up in a household comprised almost entirely of men, Orsolya was at least familiar with some of the terminology.

“Here, we have a woman. Breasts are also known as boobs or tits. The vaginal area is a pussy or cunt, and clitoris is usually shortened to clit. When the clit is properly stimulated, blood pools, and with the release of this blood, comes orgasm.”

Ah, so that’s an orgasm. I wonder how it feels.

“See this curved section of the vaginal canal? Along that ridge is the G-spot. When the G-spot is stimulated, it swells and fills with fluid. Sometimes it leads to orgasm and sometimes it doesn’t—depends on the woman. An orgasm is a pleasurable sensation that makes you feel lightheaded and euphoric.”

“Two ways to achieve pleasure?” Orsolya’s pulse jumped and skipped.

A wide grin slid across Jolán’s face. “Oh, there are lots more than two. Why don’t you have a seat and read the first chapter? Feel free to open the box and use whatever sounds interesting. They’re yours to keep. I’ll check back in about an hour or so. Okay?”

“Um, okay.” Still intrigued by the illustrations in the book, Orsolya barely noticed her friend leave the room. She flipped the page.
Chapter One: Know Your Body.

Curiosity encouraged her to sit at the desk and begin reading. After a few paragraphs that repeated much of the information Jolán had recited, a new heading drew her attention.
Step One: Remove Your Clothing.
Although she’d been naked one or more times every day of her life, taking off her clothes for the express purpose of being nude seemed almost...naughty. She skipped down to the instructions in hopes of finding some reassurance.

She got none.
Stand in front of a mirror as you remove one item at a time. Study the lines and curves, the colors and textures, and the changes of your body while you undress. Begin above your waist. Are your breasts full and firm? Small and round? Do your nipples harden when exposed to the air?

She stood, moving over to the mirror. Wide gray eyes blinked at her as she shrugged out of her sweater. She hung it on the back of the chair before she lifted her tank top over her head. Her straight black hair fell in a curtain past her shoulders to cover most of her bra and part of her bare stomach. She pushed the long strands out of the way to unfasten the front hook. Both mounds of pale flesh escaped the cups, and she let the straps slide down her arms. Rosy brown tips puckered from the sudden exposure to the cool air in the room. The tightening sensation sent a tingle through her belly to some point at the juncture of her thighs.

Her skirt slipped over her hips much easier than the trousers she’d worn most of her life. She’d taken to wearing the same flowing, ankle-length skirts and earth-toned tops as the Macska women since she’d come to stay at the mansion. She’d wanted to fit in, but she’d discovered their choice of clothing was far more comfortable than pants as well.

The fabric puddled around her bare feet, leaving only her panties remaining. As she eased the narrow strips of elastic down her legs, a musky scent permeated the air around her and moisture seeped from the triangle of curls she uncovered. Was this kind of response to undressing normal?

She consulted the text.
Remove the clothing from below your waist. Take note of the pubic area. Do you prefer a natural thatch of hair? Or do you like a closely trimmed bush? As you undress and study your body in the mirror, do you notice wetness gathering in the vaginal region? The fluid emits a scent to attract males and has a salty to tangy flavor. It also lubricates the vagina to prepare for erectile penetration.

Returning to the mirror, she scrutinized the thin layer of coarse black curls. Did men enjoy touching and tasting women there before sex? A drop of clear liquid dribbled down her inner thigh as another quick muscle contraction zinged through her core. She reached for the book, ready for the second step.