Page 9 of Wind and Water (Reign of the Witch Queen #2)

Kissing her lightly on the lips, I breathe in her scent of vanilla and berries. She’s like a tasty sweet that I can’t get enough of. “Grown or not, I doubt you want your mother to walk in on you with my head between your legs.”

In a flash, she stands and pulls her shirt over her head. Her full breasts are beautiful and round, and her nipples are distended. “I’ll risk it.” She strips out of her shorts. In the sliver of moonlight peeking through the curtains, she’s as beautiful as a goddess in the sacred pools.

One day I’ll make love with her, and we’ll be free to scream as loud and long as our passions demand. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” I run my fingers over her hips and along her ribs.

On an exhale, she lies beside me. “I thought you might tell me to go back to bed.”

“No. If I am what you want, I am yours.” It’s a pledge I pray I can hold to for the rest of our lives, but for tonight, I’ll let her believe this is only about pleasure.

Taking her lips with mine, I slide my tongue inside, and she moans into my mouth as her tongue touches mine.

Tentative at first, a few seconds later, she kisses me as if this will be our last kiss.

I intend to make sure that is not the case. I slow the kiss, sipping her top lip and then bottom. I kiss her chin and along the column of her throat. I linger at her pulse and listen to the songs of our souls harmonizing.

I open my mind to her, so she can hear the song as I kiss and lick my way down her chest. Taking her nipple into my mouth, I suck until she grips my hair and then I suck harder, letting my teeth worry the sensitive bud.

Biting my upper arm, she muffles her moans and cries.

Licking a circle around her areola, I mold her tit with my palm and fingers. I move lower to her abdomen and linger at her belly button.

On a soft cry, she opens her legs. The heady scent of her sex reaches my sensitive senses.

Sliding my hand between her thighs, I slip my fingers between her soft, wet folds.

She bites her palm, muffling her moan. Her bright gaze never leaves me as I reach the bottom of the couch and shift my knees to the floor.

Cupping her ass in my hands, I pull her to the edge of the cushion. “So pretty.” I slide my thumb around her sweet pearl, teasing her. “So wet.” I blow a puff of air across her.

She jerks her hips. “Liam.”

I would love to spend hours teasing and tempting, but my own need grows uncomfortable even in the lounge pants I’ve grown so fond of. Slipping my thumb inside her, I lower my mouth and lick a path around before sucking her clitoris.

Her hips rise and fall with a constant, building cadence.

As I look up the length of her, her stare is fixed on me as she bites her bottom lip. Her cheeks are pink.

Drinking in her smell and taste, I know I’ll never get enough of her. She’s my greatest desire, and even if she’s my downfall, she’s worth it. Sucking harder, I feel her sheath clench as her orgasm shatters.

Eyes closed for the first time, she shifts her head from side to side and clutches my hair while pumping her hips against my mouth and taking my thumb as deep as it can go.

My cock is painfully hard as I wait for her to reach the other side of her pleasure. I lap up every drop of her nectar, then wait until she opens her eyes before I ease back. “Are you alright?”

“I’m better than that.” Pupils wide, she moves her legs over my shoulders and digs her heels into my back, drawing me to her.

I kiss her belly before standing and placing her feet back on the couch.

Stripping out of my pants, I stand over her shapely body.

My bedding is shifted and rumpled, and she’s exactly as I wish she’d appear every night for the rest of my life.

How have I survived my life this long without her?

“You are everything, Wren. Whatever you think about me, know that I am yours for as long as you’ll have me. ”

“Make love with me, Liam.” She reaches an arm toward me.

Taking her hand, I ease down on top of her as she wraps her legs around my hips. Her hand slips between us and she wraps her fingers around my cock.

“By the gods. You’ll drive me mad before this night is over.”

Her caress is slow and soft as she directs me until I’m notched at her entrance, still wet and ready.

Only then does she move her fingers out of the way.

She caresses my ribs, then over my shoulder.

Everywhere she touches, my body heats. Her legs tighten, and she tips her hips to take me in an inch.

Gaining control, I press inside her and have to stop and relish how perfectly we fit. Her body stretches to accommodate my size.

She moans low and deep.

I kiss her, muffling my own groan, as I pull back and slide home again and again. My body is on fire. I strain to keep my weight on my elbows and not crush her while plunging deep.

Her body tightens around my cock, and she gasps and moans as another orgasm rocks her. Nails digging into my back, she makes the most erotic noises and locks her feet behind my ass, binding us together.

The first tingle of orgasm starts at the base of my spine while her body still pulses, taking me over the edge. Unable to help myself, I break free of her legs and fuck her hard and fast as I bury my face in the pillow to muffle my own cries.

Miraculously, she comes again, and between us, we groan, pant, cry out to various deities before collapsing.

Tugging the blanket, I cover our naked bodies and hold her close. I kiss the top of her head. “I think we were a bit too loud. I’m surprised your mother has not stormed out here with a weapon raised.”

She laughs low and musically. “What weapon?”

“I’m sure she can wield a lamp as well as you can.”

Another laugh before she sobers and stares at me, then touches my ears. “That was amazing. Do you think humans and elves can have children?”

I brush her wild curls away from her eyes. “I should have taken more care.” I’m an idiot, even though the idea of our child growing inside her thrills me beyond anything I’ve ever hoped for in my life. “Yes. I think it’s likely possible.”

“We might be more cautious, but I’m not worried.” She tucks her head under my chin and curls against me.

Holding her, I wish I could give her a life filled with comfort and safety. “Why not?”

“Because if I conceived, it would be a part of you that I would always have, even if our lives don’t let me have you.”

Running my hand over her soft hair, I feel as if my heart might burst. “We can’t know what will happen. Perhaps our future is too unsure to make plans, but it doesn’t mean all possibilities are filled with doom and loneliness.”

She nods. “Anything is possible.”

Before dawn, Wren returned to the bedroom.

I shower and dress before the ladies join me in the kitchen. “What is the best way to get to the Isle of Skye?” I ask around a mouthful of grapes.

Birdie grins. “I just happened to look it up yesterday, and there is a train that can take us to the highlands, and then we can take a bus over the Skye Bridge.”

“Just happened to look it up, Momma?”

“Don’t be ugly, or I’ll mention that you were not in your bed when I woke in the night.” Birdie opens the refrigerator and pulls out the bowl of grapes and another with blueberries.

Wren blushes but holds up her hands in defeat. “So, we need train tickets, but I think we’ll need to trade in our rolling bags for backpacks.”

It’s a good point. “The wheeled bags will not be convenient in any terrain besides the city, and I don’t know where we’ll land on the other side of the portal. A pack like mine will be more practical.”

“Shopping trip,” Birdie sings, making Wren laugh.

“I feel the two of you are not taking this journey seriously. This is no ‘vacation’ as you call it. We will likely be walking into danger.” I push aside my plate with grapes and cheese.

“That’s no reason not to enjoy a short shopping trip, Liam.” Birdie smiles at me, adding to my concerns.

Wren covers my hand with hers. “We understand. It’s just in our nature to look at things in the brightest light until the situation calls for a more serious outlook or response.

Don’t worry. That said, I need to send a few emails about commissions that will have to be delayed or canceled.

” She goes into the bedroom and closes the door.

“These commissions are for jewelry?”

Birdie looks at the bedroom door and then at me. “Yes. I don’t think she’s had deposits, though. It’s just a courtesy to let them know there may be some delay.”

“What will she tell them?” Saying, I’m going to another world to fight a witch queen probably wouldn’t be wise.

With a sharp laugh, Birdie says, “I don’t know. She’s clever.”

“Indeed.” I eat another grape, but my appetite isn’t what it should be as worry has overshadowed everything else.

Lost in my thoughts, I don’t notice Birdie staring until she clears her throat. “Are you in love with my daughter?”

It takes me a long pause to gather my wits.

I’m glad for my military training as it gives me the ability to show little to no emotions in times of great stress.

This is one of those times. “Birdie, as much as I like and respect you, my feelings for Wren will be discussed with her long before they’re chatted about with you. ”

“Fair enough, but I don’t want her crying ’til the cows come home.” She waggles a finger at me.

“Cows? You’re going to have to explain that one to me.” I thought I was getting the hang of the way they use language, but this one has me stumped.

“It means waiting for something, but it’s futile.” She dabs her eye and puts the fruit away, having only taken a few berries to eat.

“Did you wait a long time for Wren’s father to return?” I can’t fathom anyone leaving their family as he did.

All the joy is washed from her laughter, now laced with a touch of bitterness.

“I was very young. It took five years for me to wrap my brain around the notion that he’d never come back, and even then, it was the divorce papers that made the point.

I’d like to say it was my own good sense, but it took a legal decree to convince me that he didn’t want me anymore. ”

“I promise that whatever happens with Wren and me, she will always know where she stands and where I stand. Any choices that are to be made will be hers, not mine.” I place my hand over my heart, making my pledge hold the weight of my conviction.

“That is fair,” she concedes.

Wren returns, waving the device I have learned is called a phone and is used to speak or write to people over long distances.

It’s very handy. “I have freed up my schedule for the foreseeable future and booked us on the train to Kyle of Lochalsh, which is the last stop before the Skye Bridge. We’ll need to take the bus from there to the Isle. ”

“When do we leave?” Birdie asks.

“Tomorrow morning. They were totally booked for today, but we have to be at the station very early, and it’s a seven-hour ride. It should be very pretty, though.” She grins and sits on the stool next to me.

“We’ll have today to get another look at the castle, buy some appropriate clothes and bags, and repack. I suppose we can donate what we don’t need to take. I’m sure there are some shelters in the city.” Birdie chatters on and on about what must be done before we head north.

I watch the two of them, wondering if the war I’m taking them to will change them and wishing I had another choice.