Page 7 of A Witch for Solstice
“That sounds like a good plan to me,” I say, struggling to get my thoughts straight as she brushes my sleeve. I wouldn’t mind staying here like this, listening to her chatter away about the years of her life that I’ve missed. “But if there’s some other way you’d like me to please you, then I want you to tell me.”
She drops her hand. “Oh, I don’t know if I can. You’re a Queen and I’m a—”
“Brigid. No.” I nip her self-deprecating comment in the bud. “I loved the little noises you made while we were kissing. I want to learn the best ways to make you moan and squeak. Please tell me.”
She flushes again, the rosy color spreading down her neck as she lowers her eyes to her lap. “Then maybe you should show me what that tongue can do.”
I take her up on the invitation, kissing her with less timidness. I let my tongue wander into the cave of her mouth, undulating over her flat teeth. Her hands slip over my shoulders to embrace my neck, holding on to me as I coax her onto her back. Strands of gold, copper, and honey shimmer in the auburn waves fanned over the stone as she looks up at me and sighs, “Matty.”
Perhaps she’s merely playing a role today, but she calls my name so sweetly. I want to show her that I’ll always come when she needs me.
“Yes, love?” I ask, flickering my tongue down her neck and over her collarbones. The mothsilk gown opens to expose her full breasts falling to the sides, and I cup them in my hands, bunching them back to the center. I nip one of her pink nipples playfully before sucking it between my lips in earnest.
“Please.”Brigid arches her back, and I follow the movement of her body, trailing my tongue over the slight swell of her soft belly as I stretch out to nestle myself between her legs. She lifts her hips, letting her skirt drop back.
“Use your words.” I flick my tongue in the air above the apex of her thighs and drag my claws through the patch of reddish brown curls there, feeling the dampness gathering. I’ve never taken a witch as a lover before, so I’m surprised by her lack of scales and the velvety texture of her mound. It parts easily when I split her plump folds with my fingers to uncover the pink flesh between.
I marvel at the darker nub sitting above the thin lips of her slit, wishing I could shift into my dragon form and sink the tip of my tail into her, but I won’t be doing that yet. Not until she’s ready. “Tell me what you want me to do to this pretty pussy.”
She tucks her chin and whispers, “I want you to lick me there, please.”
“I didn’t quite catch that,” I tease, and there’s a burst of heat behind me as the fire pit rages on.
Brigid walks her heels up to her ass and drops her knees open, inviting me in. “Please eat me out, Matty.”
After years of hoping and waiting, I take the first taste of my mate, and it’s better than anything I’ve imagined in my wildest dreams.
CHAPTER 4
BRIGID
Matty runs her tongue through my folds, licking one firm line along my pussy. I shut my eyes and will my residual shyness to dissipate, wanting to impress the Dragon Queen. She’s much different from what I thought she’d be. Of course, she’s as charming as everyone says, but she’s also patient and caring.
She even sounded genuine when she mentioned her search for her fated mate. Her admission caught me so off guard that I laughed, but I can’t stop thinking about her earnestness as she licks me again and again, teasing my swelling clit without giving it the direct attention I’m craving.
“Is that how you like it?” she asks, lifting her head to check in.
“Yes.” I try to mimic her casual attitude about sex while her touch is igniting a brand new feeling inside me. “It’s even better than I thought it would be.”
“You’ve already thought about how it would be with me?” she hums, feathering the tines of her tongue against my clit in a quick motion that makes my eyes roll back.
“Not specifically.” I wiggle my hips, wanting more of this sensation even if it’s so intense it kind of makes me want to crawl out of my skin. “I meant with anybody.”
She stops what she’s doing, and I realize my error as she circles a claw on my inner knee. “Are you saying you’re a virgin?”
I thought I could skate by without her noticing, but now I’ve gone and given myself away. Feeling decidedly uncool, I clamp my knees together, accidentally trapping her between my legs.
“Technically, but every witch knows virginity is an outdated concept meant to keep us from embracing the full depth of our magic,” I say, trying to brush it off. “And it’s not like I don’t have any experience—I have a charmed moonstone dildo that vibrates magically in my nightstand drawer back at the Academy. It has to be charged beneath a full moon, though. It would die on me at the worst times if I forgot to leave it out, if you know what I mean.”
She smirks without saying anything.Cauldron spirits, smite me please.What an awkward hole I’m digging.
“Please forget I said that!” I burst out.
“How could I forget such an adorable story?” Her claws keep stroking my legs gently, but my lower belly clenches, wishing she’d return her attention to the wet, aching space she’s abandoned. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Anticipation simmers beneath my skin. Sure, I’ve shared a few sloppy kisses in a broom closet with an alchemist, but I’ve only dreamed of being touched like this.“Yes!”
A line of fire bursts from the pit, signaling my enthusiasm. She smirks as she nudges my inner thigh, opening me up again. “That’s right. There’s no need to hold yourself back with me.”
