The Moon, the Madness, and the Magic (10 page)

“Tell me, baby, what do you need? Do you want me to stop? Use the magic word—”

“No! Don’t stop, ever.”

He chuckled again.

Celeste was on fire, ready to burst into flames and explode. She couldn’t allow him to stop now, not when she was so close to… “I think I need you inside me.”

“Not yet, darlin’, I don’t want to hurt you. Can you take two fingers?”

He pressed two thick fingers inside her and scissored them. She bucked against his hand. “Yes, more.”

“Easy, take it easy.”

“More. I need more.”

“How about this?” He pinched her nipple lightly as he increased the speed and pressure on her clit with his thumb.

Hot, liquid fire poured from her pussy as the spasms clenched his fingers inside her. “Yes, oh, yes!” Celeste screamed as a thousand stars burst behind her eyes and the convulsions rippled through her.

Rourke quickly rose between her thighs. Lifting her knees, he opened her folds with his fingers first, lubing his cock and her entrance with her own cum. While her orgasm wracked her with spasms of pleasure, he probed deep with his fingers until she felt a quick burn and a stinging pop inside her. His mouth sucked hot at her breast and nibbled on her nipple, driving the thundering desire within her.

He broke through her hymen while pleasure mixed with the brief moment of pain until only satisfaction remained. If she could form a rational thought, she would have realized what a wily devil Rourke was to devise such a pleasurable experience for her first time. How he managed to initiate her into the world of sexual pleasure he enjoyed. The pleasure and the pain. But maybe she’d think about all that later. For now, his hands and mouth were creating all kinds of responses from her body.

He kept stroking her clit as he settled his cock at her entrance, and then she felt his thick, mushroomed head trying to press inside her. He squeezed his full length into her, one slow inch at a time. The stretching and burning eased as he filled her, conquered her.

The conflicting sensations confused her. Her clit wanted more pressure, demanded more speed, but her cunt felt invaded, violated, and, at the same time, filled, needy, and desperate. Without understanding what or why, she wanted something else. She started a rocking rhythm with her hips.

He picked up the pace with the ancient beat as she propelled herself against him. Surrounding him inside the circle of her arms, she melted into his passionate, open-mouthed kiss. All the while, his tongue fucked her mouth and his cock plunged past her broken barrier, driving deeper and deeper, his powerful hips pumping harder and faster, until he touched her womb and forced a guttural moan from her.

She imagined what it would be like to take his cock in her mouth and taste him, drive him to this same sort of crazed need. She wanted to suck the juices from his balls and swallow his cum when he reached orgasm. She could almost feel him in her mouth, almost taste him on her tongue. “Mmm.”

Still, she craved more of his deep, thrusting strokes inside her. Her body joined the beat as he plunged in and out of her, filling her completely. The friction of his groin rubbing against her clit as he fucked her had other sensations compelling her body to move against his.

She should have been self-conscious, letting her inhibitions go like this, but she had to come with him inside her for the link between them to be effective. Tingling sparks traveled up and down her spine. The heat inside her core burned like a furnace. The effect spiraled higher and higher then plummeted until she felt like she’d fallen off a cliff.

She screamed his name with her release, and he growled above her, all masculine power and dominance as he thrust in and out, each stroke more demanding than the last, more powerful, more desperate. But his inability to unleash the burden within him hurt her. She had to help him let go, to free what was inside him.

The faery dust from her climax settled on her skin, mixing with her perspiration, turning it to light, shimmering silver and golden dew. She touched a finger laden with the crystal magic to his lips. He nipped her finger, threw back his head, and roared. The long muscles in his neck strained as he thrust. His cock lurched inside her, and he came like mighty thunder. The air sizzled, and the ground shook.

Then the mate bond between them started weaving its magical threads. They curled through her body and grew denser minute by minute.

Dammit, he’d been right. She had emotionally connected to him as soon as his cock entered her body and slid past her broken barrier. But this? This was more. He was going to be upset when he discovered what they’d just done.

They both exhaled and collapsed in a heap on the bed. She was too exhausted to worry about the consequences now. Besides, she felt too good to ruin the moment with worry. Reality would rear up and poke her soon enough. For now, Rourke stayed wrapped around her, buried deep. She felt fulfilled for the first time in her life, but they were both too spent to think.

With his fingers tangled in her hair, he groaned in her ear. “Sorry. Your orgasm forced mine in its wake. I would have liked to have held out longer for you. The aftershocks inside your pussy are still gripping my cock, extracting every last drop of cum from me. Useful little talent, that.”

“I don’t want this to end.” She wanted more of him, all of him secreted within her, body and soul.

“Greedy little thing.” He took a few deep breaths and regulated his breathing. His low, rumbled chuckle vibrated through her before he said, “Don’t worry, we’re not done by a long shot. As long as you keep that magical pussy of yours contracting around my dick like this, I might stay hard forever.”

Celeste tried to relax and slow her breathing while he embraced her. The minute he’d slid into her virginal channel, she’d known there was more to all this than the damn prophecy, more to him and their instinctive attraction than she’d comprehended until now.

He was something other than what she’d been told and much more than what she’d expected on every level.

Wow, had she thought he had a lot to learn? Maybe they all did. Maybe no one fully understood what was about to happen this Beltane.

If the Council hadn’t told her how potent Rourke could be, perhaps they didn’t know. She wondered how she’d missed all his abilities when she’d probed his mind earlier. Perhaps he was mutating even now.

He’d somehow instinctively learned to block over the years, and his abilities were already the most powerful she’d encountered in the Lore. Who would guess he was still developing?

As far as the Lore was concerned, he was basically an infant. After this experience, she asked herself, an infant
what
?
What was he?

That was the question she should pose to Celia. For some odd reason, she didn’t think Celia knew. She might suspect something about his past, but Celeste didn’t think the Council or Celia had all the information on Rourke and Dane. One thing Celeste was sure about was that Rourke was more than a mere wolf-shifter.

She caressed his face and drank in his male beauty, studying his expression. He lifted his weight and shifted to her side. She felt empty without him inside her already. But the expression on his face looked more relaxed than she’d ever seen him. He leaned in and let his breath fan over her lips before he touched his to hers. His hair draped over her breasts, entwining with hers, binding of its own accord. She opened to him.

She hadn’t expected to feel so emotionally overwhelmed by the sheer act of surrendering to him.

And why not? Hadn’t she bestowed her innocence into his hands like a virgin bride on her wedding night?

Why not?

For crying out loud, she was part fae. She should be above such petty feelings. If not the fae part, then surely the succubus part should be handling all this differently. She was the one who was supposed to emotionally drain the souls from her lovers, and yet the power of experiencing a part of his body buried deep inside hers and the rest of him surrounding her protectively made her want to weep with total satisfaction.

He’d warned her she’d feel like this, have this attachment to him. Not specifically to him, but this commitment to the man who was her first lover. Maybe he was right, but she suspected the real truth was that this union would trap him, too. Whether he wanted to care for her or not, he was doomed.

Suddenly, she realized she felt tied, linked forever to the man in her arms, the one who had brought her sexual pleasure for the first time, just as he’d promised.

“Hey, stop thinking.” He rolled over on top of her, kissed her senseless, and angled her hips higher. He was already hard again. He repositioned himself and moved back inside her, burrowing deeper with his huge cock.

“Put your legs over my shoulders.”

Thrusting with a brutal pace, he hammered his rigid cock faster, slapping his hips against her bottom with his balls smacking her ass. His breathing turned to short, shallow gasps as he pumped.

He rose up on his knees, stretching her body out, and looked at all of her. He parted her cleft, pinched her clit, and rubbed, not missing a beat with his hips, quickening his pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin aroused Celeste again to a fevered pitch.

The succubus in her gave off the intoxicating scent, drugging Rourke’s human nature and slowly freeing his beast. Her skin prickled in his presence. The beast inside Rourke enhanced his stamina, giving him the kind of strength he’d need to sustain her.

Show yourself. Who are you?
The succubus wanted his beast.

Celeste experienced the rising tide of heat, the raging passion building within her again. She wanted his hands all over her, his mouth kissing every inch of her flesh, and his eyes devouring her with that look of admiration she’d seen on his face earlier.

She sensed the internal glow of her glamour rising with his cock burrowing ever deeper inside her and his fierce, driving strokes urging her to completion.

Her essence wanted to merge with his. Everything she was, everything she could be, wanted him body and soul. It was the
binding
, and there wasn’t anything she could do to stop it. Nor did she want to.

When he turned his head to kiss the inside of the leg she had thrown over his shoulder, his expression softened. Behind the rugged mask he wore like armor, elements of the part of him she hadn’t noticed before broke through, exposing his tender side, the side that she clearly recognized needed love and compassion. The side she longed to be part of.

Without conscious thought, her hair started to caress him. The living strands were part of her succubus nature, deriving and giving pleasure like any other appendage.

“God, you’re so beautiful you’re glowing. Your hair, it’s amazing.” He sniffed a strand as it wrapped around his shoulder.

He was behaving like a caring, tender mate instead of the distant, aggressive dark lover. She feared she was going to become so emotionally entrenched in his tenderness that she would lose herself in him.

They were in so much trouble if the Council was wrong. Because once they bonded, they wouldn’t be able to be separate. Things were happening too fast. She needed more answers.

This is so not good.

Her hair reached for him like her heart wanted to. She was becoming seduced by his powerful alpha male side and consumed by his beast. Better not to let herself be swayed by his human side as well.

She released more of the pheromones, the ones that would bring on his beast and push back his humanity, and then held her breath, waiting.

His eyes turned from gold to black. They angled up and changed shape, from round to oval. The dark shadow of his beard thickened as she watched. The sinewy power of honed muscles rippled beneath her touch, and it was all she could do to hold back her orgasm.

For some reason, she found herself compelled to speak. “You are for me.” Celeste let the words fall past her lips, powerless to stop them or the compulsion to bind him to her.

“Oh, hell, yes.
I am for you
, baby, and you are for me.”

Her heart lurched when he returned her words. His promise uttered in his deep bass voice brought on the signals of her climax.

Her internal spasms rose like a series of waves inside her.

“My skin is too tight.” She whimpered, holding on to him. “Something is happening to me. Can you feel it?”

Rourke pressed his lips to her ear and murmured a warning. His voice sounded different, raspier, lower than usual, when he growled out, “Don’t come.”

She felt ready to burst. “I have to come, I need—”

“Not yet.” He slid his cock out of her entrance, leaving her empty, aching, and wanting.

The tingling in her pussy made her want to mount him and ride his cock like he was a stallion.

As if he’d read her mind, the wolf reared its head behind his human eyes.
Ah, yes. Wolf.
She’d always known there was wolf in him.

“Turn over. Get on your knees.” Rourke growled, his lack of patience obvious when he flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees. He spread her thighs, bent down, and licked her, clit to ass. Then with a roar, he drove his thick cock back into her, reestablishing the simultaneous beat of their hearts.