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“Ours,” Wanda whimpered as leaves ran over Christa’s bare mound, teasing the sticky clit as it throbbed.

“Is this what I missed?” Wanda’s words floated around her, but Christa couldn’t focus, couldn’t stop what she was doing when her climax hit. It blindsided her with its force. It stole her conscious thoughts, leaving her no ability to do anything but feel. To immerse herself in how her body wanted everything, all at once, as she came apart.

You are missing nothing, beloved. See, our demon is beautiful when she flies apart at our touch.

In some part of her, she registered what they were saying, but Christa couldn’t focus on anything other than Wanda’s pleasure. Her body shook above her, her cries desperate as release coated Christa’s tongue. The intrinsic connection made them soar together until nothing else existed beyond them and the trees.

This is all you will ever want.

In that moment, Christa believed them.

Chapter Fifteen

Wanda

In the cocoon of her trees, Wanda could easily forget there was an outside world, and it could be days before she felt the need to seek the company of others. Unlike her brother, who had adesire to see what was beyond the forest, Wanda never had. Dougal had kept away because he would have been more than aware of what was happening inside her trees.

In fact, she suspected the entire forest was aware of what she had been up to with Christa. They had to have heard her. She could not prevent the sounds of delight pouring from her lips. She had tried, when she had the wherewithal. For days, they had kept to themselves, discovering each other in ways that made Wanda blush and want to hide her face. She had easily accepted being the way she was with her trees, but how she was with Christa was something else entirely. A warm touch… yes, that made all the difference to the experience.

Wanda admitted to herself that she was still coming to terms with how her body hummed with arousal just being anywhere near Christa. She didn’t have to touch her to make her want Christa’s touch. To want the demon to appear and worship her as she had done just hours before.

Christa appeared to feel the same attraction. Need. And although Wanda was naïve, she was aware that only one of them lacked experience. What she had with her trees wasn't the same.

As if Christa sensed her inner turmoil, a hand stroked over her breast, and the tension bled away. She released a moan of delight at the tug low in her womb. As they were now, lying on the bed of leaves, looking up at the sky where the trees had separated to allow the morning sun to warm their bodies, Wanda considered life was pretty perfect.

Did Christa feel the same? Did she want more than this? More than what they had here, in the forest?

Wanda had no need for the things humans insisted they needed. When the urgency to immerse herself in Wanda no longer held Christa in its powerful hold, would that change things?

Since Christa had touched her intimately, the feeling that she wouldn’t survive another moment without her lovers hadn’t eased for Wanda. If anything, it had grown stronger. The hand on her breast squeezed gently. Her own hand remained on Christa’s bare thigh, close enough for her fingers to graze her sex when the desire to reclaim the connection came. She held back a sigh at her own needy behavior, and to show her regret at refusing to accept their bond from the very beginning. To make up for those lost days, when she had denied them both.

“Your thoughts are loud, my love. There is no need to fret. We are here now, together,” Christa murmured against her hair before untangling herself to ease up and sit cross-legged, a seemingly favored position when she wasn’t lying down. Her hair was a tangle of black, hanging over golden skin that glowed in the sunlight.

“I’m sorry,” Wander replied, working to keep the quiver from her voice and moving to sit in the same pose, facing Christa. The space adapted to accommodate the position change without thought. “I hurt you. I feel the scar inside you.”

Christa’s eyes clouded for a moment before she reached for Wanda’s hand and placed it between her bare breasts. “Eachtouch, each caress, erases the past. Scars remain as reminders of how far we have come.”

Wanda felt the steady beat of Christa’s heart, hearing the sincerity. “Does that excuse what I did?”

“Fear is a powerful emotion. One I understand. There is no blame that lies at your door. It is with those who choose to hurt something precious. To damage—destroy a special bond. I’m sorry that I never met you before they…”

“Please don’t,” Wanda begged at the sudden wave of distress Christa suffered. “I would have been in the forest when they came, nothing can change that. I’m here, now… safe.”

“You don’t feel safe.” Christa held her gaze as she let Wanda’s hand go. She could do nothing but let it sit in her lap when she saw Christa’s disappointment at the lie Wanda had attempted to offer. “I felt your fear the day I arrived. It was because of Scott shouting, wasn’t it?”

“Scott?”

“The demon who I came into the forest with. He is Dakata’s personal secretary, and it seemed he was looking for someone in the forest and lost control. He would never harm you. He’s a real softie at heart.” She held Wanda’s stare. “All demons frighten you.”

Wanda’s curls bounced over her shoulders as she shook her head. “No. I don’t feel safe like I did…” She needed to touchChrista, so she reached for her hands, so much bigger than her own. “But I feel safe with you and you are a demon. That counts, surely?” she begged.

The pause was so long, Wanda’s stomach lurched unpleasantly.

“It does… yes.” Christa’s fingers threaded with Wanda’s. “It’s not enough, though.”

A sob rose at how sad Christa sounded. “I don’t know how to change it.”

“I need to go to the demon realm—”

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