The Wolf and the Druidess by Cornelia Amiri Read Free Book Online

large cock into her throbbing passage. Groaning low and deep, he pounded into her. Seren gripped his lower back with her legs, pulling him higher and deeper. She shrieked as her fiery center clinched around his shaft. They’d just begun and she was ready to burst. Shivers shot up her spine. Trembling, she plunged over the crest. Waves of pleasure filled her with liquid heat. The musky scent of his arousal flooded her nostrils.
    A tormented expression of sweet agony crossed his face as he trembled in release. As she sucked in quick breaths, a ragged groan tore through her lips. Panting, she quaked beneath him, still impaled on his shaft.
    After a long time, he pulled out and swung over to lie at her side. “You’re a rare jewel, Seren,” he rasped.
    “I want to stay here, to sleep with you and make love to you when we wake in the morning.” Hoping he would stay ‘till dawn and beyond, she closed her eyes and drifted off into a dream of she and Gwydion entangled in love play, again and again, and long after Samhain.
    Chapter Five
    Gwydion opened his eyes to find dawn light streaming in through the doorway of the roundhouse. Seren lay nude next to him. Women, even goddesses, always sought him out, but no one had ever brought his blood to boiling as fast as Seren. Watching her from afar, scrying her, he’d planned a time and place they could meet and shape-shifted into a wolf for her. Last night after she’d drifted to sleep, his mind had spun, wondering what she thought of him until he fell asleep, snuggled against her.
    With a tilt of his head, he kissed her lips as gentle as a whisper. He watched her squirm. Her long lashes fluttered, her eyes opened.
    “Good morn, druidess.”
    “Gwydion.” She reached out and wrapped her arms around him. When she released the embrace, her brows furrowed. “I have to dress, there is so much to do. If you are staying, you can come with me to help. Since the leaves have fallen, it’s time to chop down ash trees for wood to craft spears and chariots.”
    Always so busy as a druidess, he’d noticed every time he scried her image in the salmon pond. That was why he’d hesitated in telling, her he wanted to stay past Samhain, sure her first response would be, she didn’t have time to spend with him beyond the festival. So he would share today with her and speak to her of staying later.
    “I’ll come, my druid wands are fashioned from ash. But first.” Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers in a slow, drugging kiss.
    When their lips parted, Seren swung her feet onto the floor. “I so want to stay abed with you, but there is too much to do.” She stood up and gathered her clothing.
    With a flutter of his hands across his bare body, Gwydion dressed magically.
    “I also must check on the two breeding sows we kept from slaughter. Then get salt licks for a stag hunt, so we can feast on fresh venison this final day of Samhain.” Seren pulled on her last piece of clothing, the druid robe.
    “The sow and the stag are animals I’ve shifted into like the wolf, so I can help.” Stooping down, he passed through the narrow doorway. Silently, he vowed he wouldn’t let her out of his sight. The more time he spent with Seren, the easier it would be to persuade her to offer her hospitality and much more for even longer.
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    Seren led Gwydion to the chief’s roundhouse where the nine warriors waited, each clutching an axe in their hands.
    Gwydion raised his arm in greeting. “Hail, I have come to honor the sacrifice of the ash trees.”
    The warriors all nodded at him in response.
    Following the dirt path to the forest on the hill, they entered the woods.
    Walking under the canopy of thick leaves, Hywell tilted his head toward Seren and asked, “Is Gwydion your patron god?”
    Keeping up with the others at a steady pace she nodded her white-hooded head at him. “Yes, he is the patron god of all druids is he not?”
    A lark sang out from a high branch as the little group passed