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

Gwydion as he ran his masculine hands along the pig’s smooth skin. A fire leapt inside her. There was something oddly sensuous about the sight of him so concerned and caring to the pregnant sow.
    Heat rose on her skin, as if standing next to a bonfire. Her flesh itched for his touch. Before she knew it, she grabbed him. He wrapped his warm arms around her and she leaned toward him. Their lips met in a slow, drugging kiss. She slid her palms up and down his broad back.
    A searing need built in Seren and she whispered, “We have time before the stag hunt.”
    “Let’s go,” Gwydion rasped.
    With their arms around each other, they rushed off to her roundhouse.
    Seren ducked and darted inside. Gwydion followed, grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her arms. He danced his thick fingers down the sides of her tunic and grabbing the hem, hoisted it up, pulled it off her and tossed it the floor. He waved his hands and once more his clothes disappeared. She felt the heat of his gaze upon her breasts and nipples. She roamed her eyes over his nude body, the virile bronze chest with small blond whorls, the hard slab of his stomach, the narrow hips and tight buttocks. But it was the hard, prominent swell of flesh between his lean, muscular legs which drew her full attention.
    A deep moan escaped her lips at the heat of his palms pressing against her breasts. Seren burned as he squeezed the tender mounds of flesh and pinched the swollen peaks. His hot lips swooped down and kissed her nipple. She flamed as his tongue whisked and his teeth nudged the sensitive, swollen peaks while his palms molded and shaped her breasts.
    “Lay down on your back,” Gwydion said in a husky tone.
    The swollen bud between her legs pulsated with need as she dropped to the ground and spread her legs.
    He kneeled over her, fully bare. “Seren, squeeze my cock with your soft breasts.”
    She watched as he rubbed the fiery tip of his erection over her nipples. He nestled his thick erection between her breasts and slid it back and forth. Her body tingled as she felt the moisture spill from the head of his hard staff.
    “Open your mouth.” Gwydion slipped his virile flesh between her lips.
    Sliding her mouth up and down his cock, she milked him until he withdrew his aroused flesh. Seren swallowed as her heart pounded.
    He rested his warm palms on her thighs and spread her legs until they were shoulder-width apart.
    Seren felt his honey-warm fingertips fondle the folds, as he pushed his long finger into her.
    “You’re so tight.”
    She watched his hand move between her legs, working her into a fervor.
    “Fuck my finger, Seren.”
    She ground his finger as he slid it in and out. When he withdrew, she felt hollow, empty.
    “Why did you stop? Please, Gwydion.”
    “Seren, I have something better, magical. Spread your legs as far as you can.”
    She watched him peer at the apex of her thighs.
    “That’s the most beautiful blossom I’ve ever seen,” Gwydion whispered hoarsely.
    He waved his hands as if conjuring an object, but she couldn’t make it out. Seren felt something smooth and hard prod her entrance. Her passage stretched around the item in his hand.
    “What is that?”
    “My ash wand.”
    As it slid in all the way, she thrust her hips.
    “Push it out of you,” Gwydion rasped.
    Following his command, she clenched her muscles and thrust. Gwydion waved his fingers in the air and the wand vanished.
    “My wand floated in that tight well of yours. Now my cock needs to sink into your hot, wet core.”
    Arching her body, she craved his flesh, sought to meld into him, so they could burn together in one blaze. As his hardened erection pressed against the entrance of her sex, she gasped.
    He plunged into her moist heat and pleasure filled her as her passage enveloped his flesh. His thick cock sunk deeper into her. As she whimpered with desire, she thrust her hips and drew him higher into her. Her breath rushed in and out in shallow pants as she