Indigo Spell (6 page)

She didn’t hear a sound except for the whisper of skin on skin. Biting her lower lip, she clenched her hands into fists.

“Are your eyes still closed?” Her scent reached out to him, a heady combination of musk and pure woman.

“Yes.” Why was he asking her to talk? She could barely think.

His lips began a tantalizing journey up her thigh. She tried to keep from moaning but heat exploded in her abdomen and she whispered a word. Just one word. Jaxon.

Nimble fingers brushed over her mound and she arched her back. How long had it been since a man had touched her there?

“Open your legs wider.”

She followed the instruction without hesitation, widening the gap between her thighs. The tip of his index finger found her clit easily, the roughness contrasting sharply with the sensitive nub. She let out a long moan and flattened her palms against the comforter. Common sense might have left her, but tonight she would enjoy each touch, each whisper and each sigh.

His index finger moved lower, sinking within the depths of her sheath and Tess pushed back upward against the pressure, whispering her approval. His thumb continued the assault on her clit and little pleas escaped her throat. The heat of his palms imprinted her flesh as he trailed kisses over her abdomen, the tops of her thighs, before his moist breath bathed her pussy. She craved the slickness of his tongue sweeping over her clit and laving the insides of her sheath. Her hands bunched and she waited for that first sensual attack.

When he touched her, her body came alive. The shock of the intimate kiss, coupled with the anticipation of the moment, wrung a cry from the depths of her soul. She dug her heels into the bed and lifted her hips. His hands cupped her ass and held her closer, allowing him to leisurely stroke her slit.

“Oh yes. Oh yes,” she moaned. “Like that. Right there.”

She bucked against his face while his tongue swirled over her clit. His teeth nibbled the sensitive skin while he worked two fingers inside her. The room filled with the sounds of her soft pants.

He pushed his face into her pussy, wildly stroking and sucking her. He couldn’t get enough of her taste. Wanted more. He knew that with each stroke he was losing ground. She was already reaching out to him. Claiming more of him than he’d ever given before.

And when she came, fragmenting, screaming his name, he knew he’d give her whatever she asked for. He slid up the perfect length of her body, loving the feel of her breasts pressed against his chest. “You’re so beautiful.” Had he already said that? He couldn’t think.

“I can’t wait,” she managed to whisper before she reached for him, dragging his face down to hers. Lips collided and the kiss was raw, hungry and like a starving woman reaching for a piece of bread, Tess fell into it, her hands cupping his face. In the far reaches of her mind, where common sense still resided, she knew she should put a stop to this wild, desperate longing but common sense had been cast aside, walked on by emotions much more powerful and controlling.

Her blood turned to a rich, thick liquid, moving languorously through her veins, humming in her ears. Jaxon’s hands moved against her bare skin, drifting over the tops of her breasts and her pulse thrummed, jumping against her neck.

He dipped his head and pressed a kiss against her bare abdomen, causing her breath to hiss out from between her teeth. His hands lifted her hips, drawing her body closer to the devastating scrape of his teeth on her exposed skin.

“Tess, open your eyes now.”

She obeyed instantly, opening her eyes to find him rising over her, rolling a condom over the glistening head of his cock before allowing it to barely touch the top of her pussy.

Shivers of anticipation darted down her spine. He was sheer perfection, almost godlike and she would have him, would know what it felt like to feel his hard length invading her body. She lowered her hand, bumping it against his cock before dipping her fingertips between the swollen lips of her slit, dampening them with her own juices. “What are you waiting for, Jaxon?” Feeling wanton and sexy, she brought the digits to her mouth and licked each one.

His eyes darkened and his breath whooshed out of his lungs. His hands cupped the backs of her thighs. “You’re teasing the wrong man.” He yanked the lower half of her body almost off the bed, forcing the petals of her sheath against his cock.

Tess held her breath as Jaxon began to push into her wetness. She whispered his name as her pussy accepted every inch of his length. He rocked his hips forward and a scream burst from her throat.

His eyes closed and he grew still, holding her aloft. “I knew it would feel like this. Perfect.”

Her feet pressed into the mattress. “Fuck me, Jaxon.”

The silvery orbs feasted on her face once again. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The movement was slow at first, meant to tantalize and tease, but Tess began to pump her hips in time with his thrusts. His fingers dug into her flesh and he lowered his head to kiss her abdomen while he fucked her.

She felt him everywhere. The brush of his balls against her cheeks. The smooth silk of his cock stroking the walls of her sheath. The warmth of his lips against her bellybutton and the dance of his tongue inside that indentation. She was close to coming again but she wanted more. She wanted to feel his whole body atop hers, pressing, pushing until their eyes met when she climaxed.

“Jaxon, please,” she whispered.

He raised his head. “Am I not already pleasing you?” His breaths came in short pants.

“I want all of you on top of me.”

He didn’t hesitate to obey. Sliding her further atop the mattress, he kept pace inside her as he covered her. She hooked her legs around his hips, the soles of her feet against his ass.

“That’s it.” She rewarded him with a kiss, dragging his lips down to hers to taste her own wild essence. Her tongue swirled against his and Jaxon groaned against her lips. She clenched her pelvic muscles and he broke the kiss to curse.

“Fuck,” he muttered, lowering his hands to squeeze the globes of her ass. “I want to hear you scream again, Tess.” He began to pump harder.

She tightened her muscles again and watched his eyes glaze. Her hands wandered everywhere, over his spine, his shoulders and up into the thickness of his hair. “You first,” she finally responded.

His head fell into the curve of her neck and he began to pump faster, making little noises of excitement. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah.” The refrain became unrelenting and then he threw back his head and groaned while spasms rocked his body.

Tess squeezed her pussy tightly and milked him while he jerked atop her. Perspiration coated his skin and she touched her tongue to the saltiness. It had been a long time since she’d felt like this. Sexy. Alive. Wanted.

Her lips nuzzled his cheek before traveling down to his jaw. He mumbled something unintelligible and turned to catch a kiss.

Jaxon knew he would never tire of fucking her but beyond that, he would never tire of hearing her voice, of tasting her, seeing her eyes come alive when he pushed into her. Like now. The way she caught her breath drove him wild and her teeth worrying her lower lip nearly sent him over the edge again, but he would wait. This night would last forever. He would make sure of it.

* * * * *

“What were you thinking? You cannot be with that woman. Do you not understand that you are placing her life in danger? How could you place your own desires over what is best for her?” The words spewed forth like volatile darts as the white-haired man whipped around the room, his silver eyes narrowed to dangerous slits.

“Have I taught you nothing? Had I known this was your intention, I would have turned that car around myself last night. A meal. That was all it was supposed to be and, up until now, you’ve managed to enjoy female companionship without complicating things.” He stopped long enough to point a gnarled finger. “And I can assure you this complicates things.”

Jaxon leaned one hip against the corner of the rickety table, which fit in with the dilapidated surroundings of the abandoned warehouse and simply smiled at his friend and mentor. “You are getting yourself worked up for nothing, Falcon. You know I would never allow anyone I know to be harmed.”

“That is not always your choice to make,” the wizard shouted, whirling and darting around the area until his body became a blur. But even then Jaxon could see him, could read the tension in every muscle and sinew of Falcon’s massive frame.

“If you will alight for one second, perhaps we can have a normal conversation, one that does not entail my head whipping back and forth to keep time with your aerial pacing.”

Falcon lowered his feet to the floor, tapping one foot against the concrete. His bushy white hair stood even taller on top of his head. “Where have I gone wrong with you? Have you not listened to me all these years, my boy? Have you not understood what I have tried to tell you? If you had been following your head instead of your heart, you would still be with your family where you belong and we would not be standing on the precipice of disaster.”

Jaxon pushed himself away from the table and walked toward one of the floor-length windows that allowed light into the warehouse. Why his friend chose to make his home inside a dank, drafty, old warehouse when he returned to Earth, he would never understand.

“I have listened, Falcon, but I also have to lead my own life.” Especially now. He’d found her. The woman who would change his life. It had only taken one look into those ocean blue eyes, one taste of her lips to know. Last night, when he sank into her heat, his heart had claimed her as his own. It was only the beginning and he’d be damned if he’d let the dictates of the Assembly stand in his way. “You cannot seriously believe one night is a prelude to danger.”

Falcon zoomed in closer, coming to stand in front of his charge. “Really? Did you not think of what could happen were she to become pregnant?”

“Well, I’m glad to know that you left during the actual show. If you must know, we used protection.”

The reassurance didn’t erase the dark frown from the elder wizard’s face. “But what of the other problems? This woman has money, prestige. She is well known in the community. Should you spend more time with her, your odds of being discovered increase. You could place yourself, the both of you in extreme danger. And this woman will be taken, questioned, picked apart by those people who do not understand us. Why do you think we do not associate with others who are not our kind, Jaxon? We watch over them and protect them from afar but we do not get involved in their lives. We simply cannot take the risk of the uninformed catching a glimpse of our power.”

“And when was the last time one of us got caught, Falcon? You know we cannot be defeated. Centuries have passed and we are still alive and well.”

Falcon ran his hands over his face and cursed in an ancient language. “That is not an excuse to put yourself on display, flaunting yourself in front of these people who would not understand you if they knew the truth!” The shout rattled the tin roof but Jaxon didn’t back down.

“I have made friends in this world. I have chosen to live among them. To them, I am a normal male. I have even stripped myself of the trappings of wealth, save my car, so as to attract less attention. Do not tell me I am flaunting myself.”

“And the auction? What was that?”

Jaxon felt the color race up his cheeks. “That was a friend’s way of matchmaking.” He grinned. “And he did not do too bad of a job.”

Falcon’s bushy brows lowered in a scowl. “Do you even hear what you are saying? This woman will not fit in your world. She would never understand your power, your very existence. You have chosen to live among the mortals and the Assembly has accepted that but we cannot and will not accept your intention to bring a mortal into our realms. It would not work.”

Shifting from one foot to the other, Jaxon surveyed his mentor, the one wizard who understood him more than all the others. “Have I mentioned anything about bringing her into our realms?”