So I gave myself to the now, to the only thing I had. I moved suggestively against him, and his hand found my hip, the other sliding upward to cup a breast. Oh God, he was leaving tingles everywhere, his fingertips raising gooseflesh as he created a ley-line imbalance between us. 'Pierce,' I said breathlessly as he pulled me closer and gently kissed my neck.
He was touching me, running his hands on my back, but he wasn't moving forward with what I really wanted to do. 'Pierce!' I said more urgently as he found my breasts again.
'What,' he said, clearly preoccupied, but if he didn't do more, I was going to scream.
I licked my lips, shuddering and having to take his hands in mine so I could think. 'How long has it been for you?'
The darkness of his eyes made me shiver. 'So long I'd likely kill you if I'm not careful.'
My smile grew wicked. 'You wouldn't believe how uncomfortable these pants are.'
A work-roughened hand slid down the soft skin of my side, lingering at the waistband. 'I opine mine are a mite tight right now,' he admitted. He curved an arm around me, and I made a little gasp of a giggle when he spun us around, landing me under him. The blanket was sort of under me, and with a surprising pop, the light went out.
'Pierce?'
Alarmed, I went to sit up, rising right into him. His hands caught my face and he kissed me as he knelt over me. It was as awkward as all hell, and I fell back down under him. My hands went to the ties of his pants, but before I could do more, he was pulling my shirt over my head and I had to let go.
Making a soft moan of sound, I tried again, only to have him pull back out of my reach as he fumbled with my side zipper. My pants were still wet from the river, and he had to pull them off inside out. He was swearing mildly, making me smile when he came back, and I reached up, running a hand over his shoulder, enjoying the way the fabric bunched when I moved to his front and found him taut beneath the thin fabric of his trousers.
I undid the tie and his pants were loose about his hips. My hand dipped inside to find him, and his breathing grew rough. Anticipation was a silver thread of adrenaline through me, and I pulled him down on top of me.
'How are you with ley lines?' I whispered, wanting to be sure he knew what was what.
'I swan, I won't hurt you, Rachel,' he breathed. 'But you told me not to.'
I thought back to waking up with the warmth of a ley line running through me. 'I lied,' I said, running my hand over him just to enjoy the feel of him.
Making a satisfied sound, he eased to the blanket under me, and I turned to face him. Stretching out my awareness, I touched a ley line and filled my chi, jumping when his free hand slipped low across my back. From his fingers, threads of ley line spilled to melt into me, flowing up and through me to where his lips played with the skin under my ear.
It was like he was a ley line, alive and given a body and a will. I gasped, pulling back from his lips in surprise. This wasn't a power pull, which was finite energy from one's chi. No, this untold power was spilling into me, through me, like I was part of a line itself. Done slow and gentle, it was the most erotic thing I'd ever felt.
My hands on him tightened, and he ended his kiss. The flow of warmth from his fingers ceased, though his hand's motion did not, sliding down to trace my outlines. 'What...,' I said, blinking, 'was that? It wasn't a power pull.'
There was the faintest glow in the corner from his light, and in it, I could see his outline beside me, smiling devilishly. 'I told you once before that it's me including you in communing with a line,' he said. 'It only works when I'm touching you in two places.'
He leaned forward, and as he kissed me, his hand rising slowly across my lower back spilled energy into me and then out again where our feet touched. My breath came fast, and I followed it as it seeped through me, rising upward to make my lips tingle. I pulled back, licking them, remembering the feel of the line in me.
'This is a demon thing, isn't it,' I said, heart pounding.
I saw his outline nod. 'You want me to stop?'
In answer, I reached down to find him. His breath came out, and curving an arm under me, he shifted me underneath him. My pulse hammered as I looked up at his indistinct outline. I reached up and sent my hand down him when he bent his head and found my breast.
My eyes closed, and my hands jumped to his hair, twining in his loose curls. Pierce's foot hooked under mine, and I gasped when the line he was connected to flashed through me, running from his mouth down my body and to my foot.
I made a little moan, shivering at the thought. Seeming to know my mind, he broke his hold on me, making little hop kisses up to my neck, each time sending a tiny surge of ley line through me. We were already moving together, and my hands on him tightened when he entered me, slowly, as if he might hurt me. The tenderness was more arousing than if he'd been aggressive, and I groaned from the anticipation. God, he was perfect, able to move deep without discomfort, his breath fast upon me in desire.
Just this much was exquisite, and it would have been more than enough, but I knew there was more. My hands slipped around his neck to tangle my fingers in his hair. His head nudged mine, and his lips found my neck, lightly biting. And then, without warning, he bore down, spilling the line already running through him back into me.
I gasped, arching my back as the heat dove through me to my groin. Our rhythm hesitated as I hung there, almost climaxing at the sudden sensation. His lips fastened tighter upon my neck, and the energy between us ebbed. Oh God, he smelled good.
Panting, I opened my eyes. 'Rachel?' he asked as if wondering if I was okay.
'Mmmm-hmmm.' My hands, which had fallen back to clutch at the blanket, found his lower back again. I rose into him, claiming his mouth. Our motions grew faster, and I felt the heat between us shift, become demanding. Again, he touched the line, and I gasped as the heat burned hotter than before as it ran through me.
'Don't stop, don't stop,' I panted as he hesitated, my chi roiling with energies.
'Rachel, I can't wait,' he breathed, the hint of desperation igniting me. 'Not yet,' I moaned.
Hesitating deep in me to prolong it, his lips found my breast, and as he pulled on me, I felt him touch the line again. The glittering heat pounded in waves from his mouth to my groin.
And suddenly, I couldn't wait either. 'Oh God. Pierce!' I said, eyes wide and unseeing as I felt my aura melt to match the resonance of the line. Like an exquisite ping of eternity, I became one with the line he was drawing on.
The energy that had been flowing from Pierce to me suddenly flashed in reverse. Pierce gasped. His head came up, eyes wide in shock. Scrambling, I reached after the energy, pulling it back as the first hints of it dove through him.
Whatever it was, it was our undoing. Pierce's breath hissed in. With a groan, he climaxed, his hands clenching on me. My body reacted, and wave after wave cascaded through me as I did the same, adrenaline igniting my being.
For a moment we hung in bliss, unaware of anything other than the perfect sensation of the line and our souls in perfect alignment with it. And then it was over, and I took a breath.
With a soft sigh, he dropped gently on me, and I opened my eyes, staring at nothing. God, that had felt good.
'Ive never before... had anyone... learn how to commune with a line... while under me,' he said, starting to chuckle. 'Rachel, you're a quick study.' He hesitated. 'Could you, ah, be of a mind to let me go?'
I could hear him smiling from his tone, and I blinked. Commune with a line? When I'd been eighteen, I thought communing with a line meant tapping into it, but now I was wondering if it really meant matching your aura to a line in order to jump into it or... whatever that was we'd been doing to each other. 'Sorry,' I said, dropping my hands from his shoulders.
'No, I meant a little lower.'
I flushed red. 'I'm working on that,' I said, embarrassed, but it was kind of nice doing the nasty with a witch, where I didn't have to explain myself. Biology was grand. Male witches were not as well endowed as humans, and to make up for it, we girls had a couple of extra muscles that didn't let go right away. I didn't have control over it,
