Just the sound of his smooth masculine voice sent a ripple of desire coursing through her body, headed directly for her pussy. She gave him her most seductive smile as she continued to dab the champagne from her skin. “I’m fine, no problem.”
He ran his fingertip along the edge of her plunging neckline. “Can I be of assistance?” A quick glance down the front of her dress noticeably quickened his breathing. “I can lick up the excess champagne…if it will help.” His voice and words teased and a sexy grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, but the glow in the depth of his eyes radiated pure passion and sexual magnetism. The kind that could melt the most determined woman’s defenses.
Her nipples puckered, partly from the cold champagne and partly from his obvious perusal of her body combined with the sexual energy that practically sparked from him. Her heartbeat increased. Being this close to him had her juices flowing and her desires running at full speed. She definitely wanted to experience Devon’s sexual prowess and learn the techniques of sex magick from a master, to discover and embrace the untapped potential of her sexuality.
She smiled seductively. “That’s a very gracious offer. Perhaps we could discuss it over a fresh glass of champagne?”
“We certainly could…how about in my hotel suite?”
She raised a questioning eyebrow. “Don’t you think we should at least introduce ourselves first?”
“You’re absolutely right. Please excuse my lack of manners.” He stuck out his hand in an offered handshake. “My name is Devon Bainbridge.”
She accepted his handshake. “I’m Raina St. Clair.”
He continued to hold her hand, drawing it close to his chest. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Raina. Now that the formalities are out of the way, shall we go?”
“I should pay my respects to our host for the evening. He’s a business associate of mine and the reason I’m here.” She shot him a knowing look. “But I can’t imagine why a High Priest would attend a Halloween party for mortals.” Her words were intended to catch him off guard, show him how perceptive she was…to see how quickly he handled unexpected situations.
He kissed her wrist and palm. “I’m here because of a heated desire to meet you before the Samhain gathering.”
He hadn’t batted an eyelash, blinked, hesitated, or even swallowed. It was as if he had anticipated her comment and readied his response. Very smooth…very confident. And
very
sexy. Raina spoke briefly to the party host, then she left with Devon.
Once outside, he stepped away from the light and pulled her into his arms. “I assume you teleported here. We’ll teleport together—”
“No…I drove my car.” She noted his quick flash of surprise, followed by a questioning look. “I never learned…” She felt foolish saying it, but no one had ever taught her. There were so many things she should know, things she believed Miranda would teach her. But her sister had not acted as her mentor.
“With your permission, I’ll send your car to your home, then we’ll teleport to my hotel suite.” After she identified her car for him, he closed his eyes, concentrated his energy, and made a gesture with his hand.
Devon pulled her into his arms again. A quick moment of eye contact, then his lips were on hers. The very air surrounding them sizzled with his power. The violet hued aura signifying universal flow enveloped them, then a flash and they were instantly teleported to his hotel suite.
With the exception of Devon’s hidden agenda concerning Miranda, they each knew exactly why they were there. The sexual energy flowed between them, a natural part of life fully embraced and demanding to be satisfied.
Her breath tickled across his ear. “I want to learn from you, explore the wonders of sex magick, experience the ultimate achievement.”
“And it will be my pleasure to assist you in total fulfillment and the pinnacle of ecstasy.”
He carefully removed the goblet from his suitcase, filled it with wine, then set it on the table along with a plate of small ceremonial cakes. After placing the appropriate candles around the room, he turned toward her. “You have your athamé?”
“Yes, of course.” She retrieved the implement from her purse, a knife with a double-edged blade and handle intricately carved with various symbols, the one personal tool used by all witches. It was a ritual tool and not used for cutting. The handle was black to absorb the energies of the user. Holding it between her palms, she lowered it into the wine as she recited the words. “As the athamé is the male, so the cup is the female, and conjoined they bring happiness.” The words and the ritual brought together the god and goddess, united a man and a woman in a sexual rite of nature and all things natural.
They each drank from the goblet.
Devon touched his fingertip to her lips, then withdrew his hand. “Do you enter into this sexual union of your own free will, without coercion or intimidation?”
One of many misconceptions held by mortals was that all coven members were required to engage in ritual sex as part of the coven’s rites. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Group sex and orgies. Mandatory sex as part of some sort of initiation rite. Neither were requirements nor common practice. No reputable coven required sex of its members. Ritual sex, whether the Great Rite or something else, was a sacred act performed in private and only by consenting adults.
“Yes…absolutely so.” The overwhelming power of his sexual magnetism set off tremors of desire. Her entire body quivered in anticipation of what she knew would be sex on an elevated plane, a level of pleasure beyond anything she had previously experienced. The glow of passion in the depths of his turquoise eyes told her she was about to travel to a place she had never been before, to experience the ultimate in erotic fulfillment.
Never had she been more ready or more excited. Her juices seeped from between her pussy lips, dampening the crotch of her bikini panties. Her pulse quickened as did her breathing. The air sizzled with sexual energy.
“Yes, I feel it, too.”
His words startled her. It was almost as if he had been reading her mind or had managed to put his consciousness inside her body.
“That’s the energy we’ll tap into, the sensual flow carrying our bodies on a sexual voyage of magick to the ultimate ecstasy.” Recreational sex. Fucking for fun. Always enjoyable. But this was spiritual, an act of nature, a teaching experience that needed to be treated with the reverence it deserved.
Devon placed kisses along her shoulders and, with a wave of his hand, the dress dropped to the floor, the soft fabric pooling at her feet along with her black lace bikini panties. She stepped out of her clothes and her high heels at the same time.
Her nipples puckered into tight buds of need. She wanted his mouth on them…teasing, licking, sucking. Taking her hand in his, Devon led her into the bedroom, his clothes falling away as they approached the bed. Never had there been a more perfect specimen of the male physique. A firm, athletic body with broad shoulders, strong arms, and a hard chest with sharply chiseled planes. His long legs showed good muscle tone. And there was the small tattoo low on his hip, a crescent moon.
But the item that drew her attention like a magnet, pulled her gaze and held it, was his mouth-wateringly beautiful cock. It stood tall and proud, the deeply purpled head atop the thick shaft with engorged veins in sharp relief against the tightly drawn skin.
It took all her will power to stand still and wait for his direction—to keep from throwing herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, then impaling herself on a magnificent dick obviously ready for action. Little tremors and vibrations swept through her pussy. Just being naked in his presence, gazing at his nude body, already had her more excited and aroused than the end result of some of her mediocre sexual couplings.
She watched, captivated by his masculinity and enthralled by the sheer power of his presence, as he slowly circled her, visually touching and embracing her entire body without actually making physical contact. She sensed his gaze cupping her ass cheeks and running along the crevice separating them, gently plucking at her nipples, and ruffling through the dark downy curls covering her mound—a sensation so intense and so real it was as if she physically experienced it.
The sexual tension pulsed through her body. Her breathing increased and her heart pounded. When was he going to actually touch her? What was he waiting for? Should she say something? Let him know of her desire?
“The anticipation builds…”
His words simulated soft velvet as they curled around her reality. The sound mesmerized her like nothing before ever had. Sex Magick…it emanated from him, enveloping her with its power, capturing her very essence. Her entire body vibrated in tune with the timbre of his voice. Things she had never felt before, deep sensations building layer upon layer.
“The sexual tension flows along with the juices. The entire body throbs with primal need. The desire overwhelms the senses and takes charge of the body. Your mind no longer censors or controls. Thoughts…reasoning…logical determinations. They fade into the background. They give way to nature’s desires and primal needs. Sexual energy demands to be released…the laws of nature acknowledged.”
Devon liked what he saw, liked it very much. Her green eyes sparkled with passion. Her firm up-lifted breasts, topped by dusky pink nipples pebbled into taut buds, rose and fell with each ragged breath. They begged to be sucked. And the dark curls guarding the entrance to what he knew would be a tantalizing pussy, a lush and ripe treat with an engorged clit already visible in the mossy nest. A hot, wet receptacle eager to encase his cock in a tight cocoon.
A night of sharing the sacred magick, of savoring the pleasures. Transporting an eager partner into the magical realm of divine ecstasy. A sexual rite far removed from the type of hot sex resulting from furious fucking that, while physically gratifying, lacked the spiritual and emotional impact as well as the connection to the natural world.
And a night that would put him one step closer to finding Miranda, to being able to finally enact his revenge. The thought disturbed him, especially as an intrusion into a sacred moment of sexual magick.
Devon cupped Raina’s face in his hands, lowered his head and placed a tender kiss on her mouth…nothing more than a sensual brushing of the lips, but enough to taste her eagerness and impart his passion. He placed his hands lightly on her shoulders, his fingers sensually sliding across her skin, moving down her arms, up her sides, and finally arriving at her puckered nipples. And all the while, he maintained eye contact with her, his gaze delving into the emerald depths.
And what he saw totally captivated him.
He closed his eyes and focused the energy. It flowed through his body, out his fingertips, and infused her with its potency. Her soft moan reached his ears, conveying an elevated level of excitement that told him what he needed to know about her state of arousal. If the physical impact she had on him provided an indication, she already had all the necessary skills. The only thing he could teach her was how to focus and use those skills to achieve the maximum pleasure, her personal enjoyment and fulfillment—a task he looked forward to with heightened enthusiasm.
And that wasn’t the only focus he needed to juggle. He could not afford to set aside his defined agenda of locating Raina’s sister—his personal goal of exposing the evil Miranda to her peers for what she was, showing how she had maliciously and viciously destroyed his brother in an attempt to misuse powers for personal gain. He momentarily allowed a mental image of Dylan, a man who had lost his purpose in life, his zest for living taken from him leaving only an empty shell of a man, emotionally dead as well as physically damaged.
Devon quickly returned his attention to the very desirable Raina. A sensual aura surrounded her naked body, the brilliant red of passion and pale yellow of a spiritual journey. Her essence glowed with sexual desire. He placed a quick kiss on each nipple then a brief yet fervor-laden kiss on her lips as he concentrated his efforts, his tongue twining with hers for a moment before withdrawing.
A heated rush of longing rippled through Raina’s body. Her insides quivered in anticipation of what she knew would be the most incredible sexual encounter of her life. His hands on her skin, his touch so sensual that the mere physical contact made her pussy throb. Her nipples tingled from his tender manipulation. And his lips on hers, just a quick kiss but one that spoke volumes about the man.
She didn’t know what to expect—a heated rush of an intense mind-blowing sexual frenzy, a sensual seduction that would take all evening, or something in between that would more resemble a teacher-pupil tutoring interaction. The sound of his voice, gentle caresses, the passion of his momentary kiss—he had barely touched her yet the sexual excitement inside her body already rushed toward orgasmic highs in an enthralling manner.
She closed her eyes and allowed the feeling to settle over her and course through her veins. Then she felt his hands on her shoulders again, at least she thought she did. Could it all be in her mind? A presence so intense that she believed she could physically feel it? All confusion ended the moment he scooped her up in his arms.
Devon placed her gently in the middle of the large bed. Her long raven hair spread out across the pillow, framing her beautiful face. A feast for the eyes and for the soul.
How could two sisters, both witches of the bloodline, look so much alike yet be so very different in who they are and how they conduct their lives?
Settling in next to her, he stretched his torso along the length of her body. Everything looked so delicious, so desirable. Without putting his hands on her, he leaned his face into hers and captured her mouth with what started as a soft kiss—a kiss that quickly escalated. He felt the moan escape her throat as much as he heard it.
He thrust his tongue between her lips, eliciting an immediate and enthusiastic response. Much like an ancient mating ritual, their tongues twined as each explored the recesses of the other’s mouth—darting, teasing, tasting. He gathered her in his arms, pulled her close until they touched along the length of their bodies, then rolled her on top of him. She spread her legs so that her thighs ran along the outer edge of his hips. Her breasts pressed against his chest. He felt each breath she took, reveled in the creamy smooth texture of her skin.