Marie Harte - Gale Season

“Alandra, love. Wake with me.”

Aerolus ran his hand over her stomach, up her breasts and over her shoulders to her arms. She opened her eyes, shocked that no clothing impeded the magic in his touch.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked, stroking her back with a touch so light she might have imagined it.

“Yes,” she whispered, amazed at the power he wielded over her.

He smoothed his hand over her muscles and rubbed her back. Hard, yet soft, his touch was like magic, a seduction by the very fact it asked so little, yet demanded everything.

“Where did your wings go?” he murmured and ran his hand down her flank, teasing her sensitive thigh.

“They’re always with me, inside me,” she said softly, staring at his grey eyes that smouldered with heat. Shadows, but she wanted him. “Aerolus, I…”

“Hmm?”

She held her breath as he gently pushed her onto her back. He toyed with her belly, and she couldn’t help a soft exhale when his hand drifted to the top of her pubic bone.

“I, ah…” His hands rubbed circles through her curls, making her dizzy with need.

“Yes, love?” His fingers moved downward, parting her folds to graze her hard and aroused clit. He slid them easily through her wet sex.

“Shadows, but I can’t think when you do that,” she blurted, then flushed as she realised what she’d said.

He laughed, a husky chuckle that shot arrows into her heart. “So open.” He kissed her neck, nipping lightly at her pulse. “Yet so closed in other ways,” he murmured and pushed her thighs further apart, burrowing his hand between them.

She stiffened as two fingers thrust through her channel while his thumb flicked her clit, which was growing fuller and harder the more he teased.

Focus, Alandra. Remember, you’re in charge here.

“Mmm.” Her body overrode her mind’s commands. “You kill me when you do that,” she moaned as he began thrusting his digits in and out of her. Arching into his touch, she couldn’t stop the small protest that slipped out. “I’m in charge here,” she tried, knowing she should have protested his amusement, but was unable to summon the will.

“We need to talk,” she gasped as he thrust particularly hard, finding the soft spot inside her that shrieked with pleasure.

“We should.” He trailed his lips from her neck to her mouth, nipping at her lower lip. “We will.” He blew in her ear, and she couldn’t stop the shiver that took her. “Just as soon as I’ve taken my pleasure, purie . Then we’ll do things your way.”

She should have taken affront at the command in his tone, but his hands and mouth completely obliterated all thought to protest.

“And it pleases me,” he paused in his conquest over her mouth, “to please you.”

He shifted and trailed his mouth from her neck to her breasts, stirring new currents of need into a frenzy of hunger.

She cried out his name, pulled at his hands and head to cease his torment, yet he continued to suck her nipples, his fingers pushing her into a climax she wasn’t ready for.

Colours burst behind her closed lids as she cried out his name and arched into a taut bow. She felt his heavy erection against her thigh and marvelled at his restraint. Despite her orgasm, she needed more. She wanted him with her, inside her, giving her his essence and sharing his soul, a special magic only he possessed.

Aerolus ignored her pleas and continued to torment her. Withdrawing his talented fingers, he kissed his way down her belly to the apex of her thighs.

“Light, but I love your smell.” He inhaled and closed his eyes, then opened them to show sparks of lavender amidst the grey. “And your taste is divine.”

She opened her mouth to stop him but could only feel as his mouth covered her clit. His tongue speared her sex in a heartbeat, her body coiling all over again as it raced to rapture.

“Aerolus, please. I need you in me.”

He would not be rushed, but she could feel the tremors that shook him.

“Let me ease you,” she tried again. “Turn around. Let me taste you as you do me,” she rasped.

He stilled for a moment, then glanced up at her. Need and something more lit his eyes, and he stared at her like a predator eyeing its next meal.

“I love your honey,” he rasped, licking at the shine on his lips. “You’re so wet, so hot and waiting, aren’t you, love?”

She could only stare, mesmerised by the sex in his voice.

He licked her clit, and she arched uncontrollably, spiralling towards climax yet again. “Answer me, purie. You want me, but more, you need me, don’t you?”

Sensing he played a game he intended to win, her blood rushed hotter and she moaned. “I don’t know what you mean.”

His eyes darkened and wind ripped through the room, caressing her heated flesh until she became a writhing, mindless creature wanting only one thing—him.

“Tell me, love. Tell me you need me.” He slowly eased up her body, his cock like a pike as it stroked her thigh when he moved.

He loomed over her, his biceps straining, his chest heaving. But he waited motionless above her, waiting for victory.

“I need you,” she surrendered, widening her thighs. “I need you in me. To be a part of me,” she couldn’t help admitting.

“Now?”

“Now.” She twisted, rubbing her thighs around his rigid arousal.

“And forever?”

“Forever,” she agreed, anything to get him to save her.

“Pledge it,” he demanded, his voice raspy. “Pledge your forever, and I’ll give you what you need.”

Wind rippled over her body, a cool breath over her clit that came not from his mouth, but from his element, and she trembled, on the verge of something wondrous.

Nothing existed for her but Aerolus, but his body and heart that pulsed with her needs and wants.

“I pledge my forever, Aerolus, to you.”

He thrust deep and hard, and she immediately climaxed, clenching around his cock instinctively.

“Aerolus!”

He continued to thrust, his cock pounding as he grasped her wrists and held them over her head on the bed, his domination pure and even.

“You’re mine,” he growled, a spark of rainbow showering in his gaze. “And you belong to me.”

He thrust once more, his tip touching her very womb, and he exploded.

Magic and wind and feeling flooded the room, surrounding the two in a haze of ecstasy that overpowered them both, putting all sense aside as bliss reigned over thought.

Alandra tried to catch her breath as she stared up at Aerolus, a look of worry on her face. What had he done?

Her body tingled and her mind buzzed, but her magic… Shadows, it flickered with winks of light that should have burned, but didn’t. She could see her aura and Aerolus’ intertwined around her arm, even after she lifted it from his waist.

“We’re joined,” she said blankly, not understanding how it was possible.

“I know.” He flexed within her, amazing her that he could still think about sex when it felt as if her head had blown clean off with that last climax.

“No, Aerolus, we’re joined ,” she said, urging him to look beyond what most could perceive. She cupped his chin in her hand and turned it to her arm, sharing with him her ability to see .

He stared, his handsome face curiously relaxed. “We’re joined,” he repeated. “As if our two halves are now whole.”

“What?” Alandra didn’t feel his calm. Far from it. She could feel an almost masculine energy pulsing within her, and the sense of intrusion, of overwhelming intimacy, spooked her.

She took advantage of his preoccupation with her aura and wriggled out from under him. Their bodies parted, and she waited for her aura to clear, to return to the playful peace that was Alandra le Aelle.