Page 11 of The Witch's Rite
And I swear her whole body starts to vibrate.
She tastes of salt and smoke, of lovemaking after a frantic sprint through the woods. I drag my tongue over her clit and revel in the way she wriggles. Her thigh is warm and smooth as I trail my free hand over it, holding it wide.
And as I look up from between her legs, I get the feeling that she really is the May Queen.
Myqueen.
When I came here, I thought I was doomed. I trained as a knight in the King’s Royal Army, and to be sent to protect a tiny village in the middle of nowhere felt like a death sentence of the slow, anguished variety. Knights want to protect the royal family, to face battle and prove themselves worthy of their armor. How was I supposed to do that here, where the only conflict that ever happens is over a loaf of bread or a missing hen?
But then I laid eyes onher, and suddenly there was nowhere else I wanted to be, no one else I wanted to serve.
Just her.
Aurora opens her eyes. She looks down at me, dress still tangled around her waist, flowers decorating her hair. On my knees before her, I feel there’s no greater purpose I can rise to, no lofty goals worthy of achieving.
There is only Aurora.
She draws a breath as I drag my tongue across her clit once more, my fingers buried inside her. On either side of me, her dainty little toes curl.
She’s getting close.
So I lavish more attention upon her. I curl my fingers inside her at the same time I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking on it in rhythm with each glide of my fingers in and out of her.
Her breath hitches.
And she holds my stare as she cums. Her juices coat my fingers and drip down my hand, glistening in the scant bit of moonlight filtering through the trees.
Goddess, she’s beautiful. The way her lips open just so, her fingers gripping the tree stump beneath her as her legs tremble.
Something in my peripherals catches my attention, and I glance away from Aurora’s gaze for just long enough to see flowers rising up from the earth all around me. Their petals unfurl in a dazzling display of colors, reaching up and toward Aurora as if she is their sun, as if she’s all they need to survive and thrive.
And perhaps there is truth to that. Perhaps I’m just another flower in her garden, hoping my petals and colors will catch her eye so that she may kneel down and bestow her love upon me.
As Aurora’s pussy slowly stops pulsing around my fingers, she takes a breath, and it’s as if she returns to the world of the living. The glassiness in her eyes fades, and she blinks down at me. I pull my fingers out of her, then put them in my mouth. Her flushed cheeks turn a slightly deeper shade of pink as I suck my fingers clean of her.
I’d do almost anything to get her to blush like that again.
Now she looks around, seeming to notice the flowers for the first time.
“What happened?” she asks.
I stand from my kneeling position and reach out a hand to help her to her feet. Once she’s standing, I ease her dress back over her shoulders, but not before leaning down to press a kiss to her bare clavicle. She shivers tenderly at my touch.
“You,” I say simply.
“Me?” She blinks. “I did that?”
My laughter is low, content. “You did, Your Majesty.” I can’t stop myself from reaching up to gently touch the bell hanging from her hair, making it ring softly.
Her gaze flicks up to mine, her pink lips quirking into a playful smile. “If I’m your queen, what are you?”
Something in my chest squeezes in a wholly surprising way. The answer comes easily. “Your knight.”
The playfulness in her smile fades to something softer, and her hand finds mine, our fingers twining together. “Then let’s go back, Sir Rowan. I’m sure everyone is waiting for us.”
Chapter 10
Aurora
