Witch of Air and Fire

The breeze tugged at her robe as if trying to remove it. The material blew open, exposing her body to the moonlight. The cool sea air blew over her nipples. They responded by puckering and tingling, as if touched by sexual magic. She gasped.

Walking down the road naked beneath her thin robe, and stumbling across shells might draw unwanted attention. She had better at least secure the robe. She clutched it tightly against her body, fighting the breeze as she wrapped the belt around her waist. She wished she’d thought to grab her sandals when she ran from the circle. 

But if no one watched, a reasonable solution came to mind.

She looked around, not with her eyes, but with her powerful magic. Extending her arms, Candace called upon the forces of the air. The gravitational pull of the earth resisted. She levitated. Her feet glided above the ground, and she became a floating apparition, an ethereal being in the moonlight.

She took one long last look at the wrecked car before she moved up the road searching for the turn-off to the old coast lighthouse. Something or someone drew her there. She felt the pull, an insistent, demanding, sexual lure. 

Once she reached the turn-off, she settled back to her feet, sinking them into the cool seduction of soft sand between her toes. Ever since she’d cast the circle earlier this night, she’d felt itchy, hot, and sexually ripe. No, it wasn’t Jeremy on her mind. Tonight, enticing lurid thoughts nagged at her. She wanted someone else. Thoughts about finally giving up her physical virginity crept into her mind, as if her body had been preparing physically for the change. She craved something she didn’t understand and someone she didn’t know.

She longed for the man from her dreams. 

Something or someone had always interfered when Jeremy insisted on having sex before their Binding ceremony. Now she wondered if it had been meant to be. She’d held back. Had he wanted to steal her gift? Something about Jeremy put her off. Her good sense had told her to wait. 

The illusionary man she made love to in dreams was so much more than the warlock in every way. She just couldn’t get excited about binding to Jeremy. Just thinking that he’d been ordained to be her initiating warlock at the pre-binding ceremony made her wretch. The man who made her nipples tight and pebbled, who had the cream flowing thickly between her thighs, and her insides hot and aching, held a far deeper promise for her than Jeremy.

God, she must really need a sexual reality. The dreams were great, but she needed a real man tonight. She had denied herself sex and satisfaction for too long.

Someone somewhere must be able to satisfy her every urge.

Her skin burned and her nipples tingled beneath her robe as if someone touched her intimately. Was her body still responding to the pre-bond spell despite the lack of a partner? Or was her body just prepared because of the approaching Samhain and her designated time? Could it be the pull of the moon, or the one man she really wanted? The man she couldn’t forget, the one she wanted more than breath itself, lurked as a shadow in her mind. Before tonight, he had only surfaced in her dreams.

Suddenly, she smelled his scent here on the ocean breeze. His essence drew her to the lighthouse path, and her body heat increased in anticipation. She glanced around getting her bearings. Her feet settled into the sand, and she wiggled her toes, enjoying the sensation.

His presence called to her.  She stilled on the empty beach, waiting for him.

ADULT EXCERPT

Candace is the Keeper of air and fire.

I know. Once inside the circle, I recognized the pull from her immediately. Regan’s smile looked relieved. Finally, after all these long years, I’ve discovered another soul mate.

 His smile turned into a frown when Regan looked at his friend. Can we find a way to share her?

A wave of jealous greed swept through Cian. He let Regan see it. Every possessive instinct had him warring with the thought of sharing her. His eyes narrowed, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. Do I have a choice? Lose her, damn the worlds, damn my soul to the daemons forever? Fuck you, let you fuck me, fuck her with you, and get to keep her forever. Where’s the choice here, Regan?

Fates predestined Candace, for them both, two alpha males forced into the Trinity and an eternity sharing the same female.

Cian relaxed and lifted his chin before speaking directly to Regan’s mind. The Fates have a twisted sense of humor. They have a way of playing silly games with us immortals.  

The air outside the circle started to spin, creating a vortex. Soon the Droughan would come for the elements. Time was short, and the moon rose low on the horizon. Before the dawn, the first part of the Prophecy must be fulfilled.

Regan held himself still. He watched as Cian walked up behind Candace and slipped his arms around her waist. He drew her against his chest and ran his hands up to her breasts. Her nipples peaked beneath his expert touch.

Candace’s head fell back on Cian’s shoulder. Regan approached her slowly and took her face in his hands. He bent and kissed her, a deep soul-searching kiss, then lifted his head and looked deep into her eyes for approval.

She smiled up at him. Running her hands into his hair, she pulled his head to her mouth. She nipped and laved the seam between his lips before delving inside his mouth with her tongue, dancing and tangling hers erotically with his. She kissed Regan, running her hands over his muscled shoulders, exploring him as if she knew him and recognized his needs.

Instead of jealousy, Cian felt aroused while Candace continued the exploration of Regan’s body. Because the feeling of arousal at the sight of Candace kissing and touching his handsome best friend confused him, he closed his eyes. Her scent intoxicated him, and he bent to kiss the pulse at the base of her neck.

Cian’s hands moved on Candace’s breasts tweaking her nipples, while he pressed his hard cock between her ass cheeks.

Regan stepped in closer to Candace’s body, still holding her face and kissing her. Regan’s chest brushed against the backs of Cian’s hands. He moved his knee between her thighs, sandwiching her between the two men.

Cian cupped her breasts, then dropped his hands to her waist, farther down her belly and unintentionally brushed Regan’s cock. Velvety soft skin covered the rock hard interior.

It jumped in reaction, but Regan didn’t move away or into Cian’s hand.

Cian held his ground. Then he purposely reached down and cupped Regan’s balls, rubbing them and stroking his friend’s erect penis with the knowledge only another man has. 

Regan leaned into Cian’s touch as if unable to resist the sensation. He groaned with pleasure.

Candace pulled Regan against her, allowing his kiss. His long blond hair brushed over her shoulder before he moved past her mouth and kissed Cian. Sticking his tongue down his friend’s throat, he indicated what he wanted, what he would expect from him, and that he accepted his role. 

That would come later. Now they had to fill Candace with their power. With the ice broken between the two men and Candace, Cian mentally rematerialized a bed within the circle. He moved Candace to the middle of the mattress and encouraged Regan between Candace’s thighs, handling his friend’s dick as if it were a part of his own body. Regan’s knees bent, as Cian pushed his friend’s erection into Candace’s hot wet cunt. He felt the sensation in his own cock and the powerful pleasure she felt.

Cian’s hands spread her thighs wider. She arched up off the bed to take Regan’s long cock deeper.