Dare, Lydia - Tall, Dark and Wolfish

"You play with fire." His head tilted as he deepened the kiss and grabbed her bottom, pulling her against him. She gasped. Every part of him was hard, from his chest to… everything else.

"Perhaps I want ta be burned." He began to gather her skirts in his hands, inching them up bit by bit. "Come, I ken a place ta go," she said, tapping his chest to get his attention.

"I know where I want to go," he said as he massaged her bottom.

"Ben," she hissed.

He heaved a great sigh when he finally raised his head. "Lead the way, wife." Then he swatted her bottom so hard it stung.

"Ye may regret that," she tossed over her shoulder.

"I doubt it," he joked in response.

His hand engulfed hers as she led the way into the forest. A slow mist began to fall.

Elspeth raised a hand to catch a drop of water. "Rhiannon is sad." Maybe they should go back to the others.

"You are mine," he said softly. He took her face in his hands and kissed her gently. "Your coven sisters will have to accept me. To accept us."

She nodded briefly before she continued into the forest. They finally came to a clearing. This was one of her favorite places. No one knew of it, aside from her mother.

"I should have brought a blanket," Ben said quietly as he watched her.

Before their eyes, the vines on the forest floor mingled with the moss, making a soft mat upon which they could lie.

Ben raised one eyebrow at her. "I suppose we can thank Sorcha for the gift?"

Elspeth couldn't contain her grin. At least one friend wasn't angry at her. Elspeth looked up at the night sky. The clouds moved away, a waxing moon taking their place. The temperature went from frigid to comfortable.

"And Rhiannon?" Ben asked.

"Yes. It appears as though we have their blessin'."

"I need no blessing, lass, aside from yours," he growled as he pulled her into his arms.

She fit against him like she was made to be there. Ben turned her in his arms so that he could untie the laces of her dress. His lips pressed against her shoulder, tasting her skin as he slowly undressed her. She clutched her gown to her breasts when it would have fallen.

"You will hide from me?" he asked, instantly worried for her.

She let the dress fall and stood still and proud under the light of the moon, wearing nothing but her chemise. She tugged it over her own head and shed it, along with her drawers. Then she held out her hands to Ben.

"I hide nothin'," she said, smiling confidently. And she didn't. The dusky rose color of her nipples, the same color as her beautiful lips, taunted him. He quickly peeled off his own clothes and lowered her to the soft earthen mattress.

Ben allowed his gaze to drift over her unhurriedly. He wanted nothing more than to throw her legs over his shoulders and be inside her. But he tempered his lust; she was brand-new to this. She deserved the slow seduction that he wasn't sure he was capable of.

He bent his head and traced his tongue slowly around her nipple, which already stood, turgid and receptive, under the cool night air. Her hands threaded into his hair, her nails raking his scalp as he licked and suckled her nipple. With his free hand, he gently tormented her senses, drawing his fingertips over her skin slowly, until he reached her other nipple. She moved beneath him, gasping and arching into him.

"If you don't stop responding so readily, I'll be done before we get started," he mumbled.

"I'm no' supposed ta make noises?" she asked incredulously, raising her head to look at him.

He laughed against her belly, where he teased her skin before coming up to kiss her softly.

"You know I love the noises you make," he said quietly. "But I'm afraid I'll hurt you. I wanted to pleasure you before I am inside you."

She shook her head wildly. "That's no' what I want," she said, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "I want ta share the pleasure with ye. Can we no' do it that way?"

"Yes, we can do it that way," he said, breathing deeply. He would spill himself long before he got to be inside her if she kept moving around him.

"Do ye want me ta do it?" she asked, breaking him from his thoughts.

Only Elspeth would ask a question like that. But that was exactly what he needed. He rolled them over, quickly. Elspeth gasped as their positions reversed. She lay on top of him, her soft breasts against his chest, her hair hanging over him. He reached to push it back.

"God, I love your hair," he groaned.

"Has a bit of a mind of its own," she said as she flipped her head, trying to move the locks from her eyes.

Her face shone in the shadows as the moonlight moved across her. "You're so beautiful," he said softly.

Ben moved his hips so that his length pressed against her center. Elspeth gasped above him, then slid down his body a bit farther.

"Ye may have ta tell me what ta do," she said.

"You're doing it, love."

Her heat and wetness slowly overtook him as she sank down on him slowly. It was a exquisite torture.

"You're killing me, lass." He groaned, raising one arm and covering his eyes with it. Perhaps if he didn't look at her face as she was above him, he would be able to last longer.

Elspeth didn't take all of him. She stopped when she met resistance. "I canna," she started, suddenly bewildered.

Ben reversed their positions again, using his hands to cup her face. "Forgive me for being a coward, love." Then he pressed himself home. She cried out, but Ben could not tell if it was from pain or pleasure. "Are you all right?"

"Aye, I'm fine," she said. "And ye?" she asked, as though they were in the parlor talking. Then she giggled.

"Witch," he reprimanded her, before he began to move inside her. He slowly entered and pulled out.

"More," she cried. "Please."

"That's my girl," Ben whispered as he set a rhythm and kept it. She was warm and wet and willing and… wed. To him.

Elspeth cried out when he tilted her hips, taking more of her. "Please," she gasped, reaching for that elusive climax.

Ben reached a hand between their bodies and touched her center. "Ah!" she cried. If he didn't bring her over soon, he would go without her. But she finally clenched and fluttered around him, crying out his name, just before he spilled himself inside her.

Ben let some of his weight rest on her, his head on her shoulder. As their heartbeats slowed, a blanket of leaves covered their bodies. He smiled against her shoulder. This witch was his.

Twenty-nine

As they returned through the woods, Elspeth could hear the sounds of her friends and neighbors still celebrating. Ben squeezed her fingers and whispered, "Can we send them all away now?"

She stopped walking and gazed up into his warm hazel eyes, twinkling in the moonlight. "Ye're an abysmal host, Ben Westfield."

He lowered his head and gently kissed her. "They're abysmal guests," he complained. "They shouldn't be standing around in our home the night of our wedding. They should come offer their felicitations in the morning." Then he pulled her to him, and Elspeth sighed, feeling his hardness pressed against her belly. His desire to have her again was very obvious. "On second thought," he growled, "they shouldn't come see us for days."

She giggled. "Or maybe weeks?"

"Months might be best," he decided before kissing her again.

When he raised his head, Elspeth tugged at his hand. "Come along; they're probably wonderin' where we are." Or most of them. Sorcha and Rhiannon had a fairly good idea.

They stepped into the clearing that led to her cottage, and Elspeth stopped in her tracks. Caitrin stood just a few feet away in the darkness, her arms folded across her chest.

"Cait!" She rushed toward her friend. "I am so glad ye're here."