Page 21 of Which Witch Is Wicked?
She closed her eyes and searched for him again. And found him immediately.
Take off your panties. Touch yourself. Let me experience your exquisiteness.
Her thighs trembled as she removed her last piece of clothing. When she finished, she turned her gaze downward, looking at her body, wondering how much he could really see of her standing atop her house, naked in the moonlight, for the world to see.
My gods, you are beautiful.
She didn’t wait for him to command her again. She kept her gaze focused on what she wanted him to see as she trailed her hand down her belly and searched out her aching core again. She inhaled sharply as she circled the edges, her nerves raw and exposed, her body pulsing with need.
She couldn’t wait any longer.
She slipped a finger inside, and her muscles tightened in response.
Praise the gods.His deep voice rumbled inside her, increasing her passion.
Can you feel how much I want you?
Oh, yes. I can feel everything about you. Each heartbeat. Each quiver. You are excruciating perfection. Move your finger to the left side. Just a little farther.
She vocalized her pleasure when she found it. “Dru,” she whispered, caught in the incredible sensation. “Oh, goddess.”
Yes, there. I can feel it, too. Don’t stop.
“You feel it?” The idea that he experienced her pleasure increased hers tenfold.
She panted as raging heat unfolded inside her. Hot. Blinding. Beyond what she’d known during the lovemaking Dru had conjured, more powerful than any encounter from her past.
She stroked, imaging he stroked her. During certain moments, she was positive he controlled her hand. Sensation upon sensation built, raging wildly through her mind and body, until she lost her breath.
When her pleasure broke, she grasped the wrought iron railing and held on as a massive tremor rolled through her body. She savored each wave as her heart thundered inside her.
Headlights flashed on the street below as Dru’s Hummer came to a screeching stop in front of her house. He jumped from the driver’s seat and raced toward the property only to come up short against the unseen wall of protection she and her sisters had laid.
He reached out a hand toward her, and she did the same, trying to regain enough power to stand on her own.
“I’ll come to you,” she whispered.
Just as she spoke, floodlights on the house cut through the sultry darkness, and her sisters raced out onto the lush lawn.
“Get the fuck out of here!” Aerin commanded.
“Yeah,” Moira added. “Before we burn your balls. Claire don’t want you.”
His gaze jumped to Claire, bringing along the bewildered stares of her sisters. Claire slipped into her panties in an attempt to cover herself, but it was too late.
“Oh, hell.” Tierra placed her hands on her hips as she glared up at Claire. “I was afraid of this. We need to cool this mess down immediately.”
“No.” She tossed on her tank and climbed over the rail, not worried about her other clothes. “Just give me a moment with him.” He couldn’t leave without one real touch, one physical kiss.
“Got it covered, sister,” Moira said to Tierra before she sent Claire a disappointed frown and opened the skies. Rain fell from the heavens, but surprisingly, Moira seemed to have the deluge of it focused on Claire and Dru.
Claire stopped trying to escape the slippery roof and sat as the water completely soaked her. Dru stood his ground for a moment, but then seemed to realize he needed to regroup and battle another day.
“This isn’t over,” he warned her sisters. He climbed into his Hummer, the engine engaging with a mighty roar. His tires screeched against the wet ground as he fled the scene of increasing chaos.
The moment he was gone, the rain ceased. Claire followed the direction his Hummer had taken, pacified to see the red pulse still beating.
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