The Wolf and the Druidess (8 page)

As the warriors cheered, some young men of the tribe ran forward and drove the herd to the pasture nearest the village where they would graze for the winter.

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Seren leaned in to Gwydion and whispered, “I need to look you over more closely and make sure you are healed and all is well.”

A sensuous glint shone in his eyes. “Yes. I think you do. Let us go back to your roundhouse.”

Hand in hand, they walked at a fast pace, nodding at a few people who went by until they reached the thatched hut. Once they passed through the door, Seren grabbed Gwydion by the shoulders, peered into his eyes, and asked the all-important question. “Did you say you loved me?” She held her breath, awaiting the answer.

“With all my heart.”

She leaned toward him and looked up to peer at his arresting face, strong chin, compelling eyes, and firm, sensual lips. His mouth covered hers in an all-consuming kiss, his lips tasted like warm honey.

Gwydion raised his mouth from hers and he peered at Seren, her pulse pounded.

“Does that kiss mean you love me too?” he asked in a low, smooth voice.

“In truth it does.”

As he waved his hand in front of her, Seren’s clothing vanished.

She felt cool as she stood nude before him. “That trick of yours isn’t fair, but it does hasten things along. And that is good because I can’t wait. I need you now.”

“But I want to go slow, to explore every inch of you,” Gwydion said in a deep, masculine tone.

As he scanned her body, she felt the heat of his gaze. As she felt his warm fingers against the small of her back, he pressed his lips against hers. The wet kiss sent a delicious sensation spiraling through her. Easing his mouth off hers, he ran a trail of feathery kisses down her tingling neck.

Gwydion slid his hands down to her breasts, her hot flesh tingled. Seren’s plump mounds throbbed when he squeezed them. His tongue whisked the erect peak, searing her nipples.

He ran his hands across her stomach, his fingers left a trail burned into her skin. Gwydion dropped to his knees. Seren squirmed and let out a mew of pleasure as he swirled his wet tongue around her belly button.

With fiery possessiveness, he grasped her hips and buried his face in her crotch. She trembled as his scorching tongue licked the folds. Her breath came in quick gasps as he sunk a finger inside her. Seren’s passage clenched as he stroked her to ecstasy. Between ragged breaths, she released a desperate moan. As she shuddered with pleasure, he gently withdrew his finger.

“My turn,” Seren rasped.

Releasing his tight grip on her hips, he stood. Seren’s heart hammered as she eased the white and gold-speckled druid robe off his broad shoulders. It fell to the floor. She slipped her hands to his tunic, pulled it off him and tossed it down. Gwydion shook his head and his cascading golden hair fell in place, streaming down his back. She grasped the belt at his flat waist, untied it and pushed his plaid pants down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and slipped his shoes off. Her gaze roamed over his deep blue eyes, smoldering with fire, the powerful set of his shoulders, his chest rippling with muscles and down his firm torso to the thick, rigid flesh of his loins.

She pressed her hands against his hard chest, splayed her fingers and stroked his bare skin. After skimming her palms down the sides of his body, in a serpentine motion, she gripped his sturdy thighs. Her pulse quickened, as she dropped to her knees before him. Seren wrapped her fingers around the hot, slick flesh of his bulging cock. He groaned as she stroked the fiery flesh, sliding her hand up and down from base to tip. Opening her mouth, she stretched her lips over the fullness of his arousal. As she suckled the smooth, hard flesh, he rocked against her mouth and released an uninhibited moan of satisfaction. When she eased her lips off his hard cock, Gwydion knelt down so they were both on their knees. He pushed her onto her back and moved over her, so her thighs nestled between his.

Fiercely, his mouth covered hers and his moist lips twisted over hers. She met the press of his lips as her mouth subtly thrust against his. His tongue grazed the softness of her mouth and slid between her parted lips. Seren moaned as he plunged his wet tongue in and out. Blasts of heat surged through her.

As she slid her hands down the smooth plane of his back, the fiery point of his arousal prodded the moist folds of her heated entrance. With a powerful thrust, he sank deep into her pulsating passage. Seren bucked with the impact.

He pumped fire into her. As he pressed harder, her moans came deeper, more desperate. Seren’s heart beat erratically. When she arched into him in a frenzy of need, he drove further into her throbbing center. As her body rocked to the rhythm of his thrust, she squeezed his cock, grinding it. She sucked in a quick breath as she moved against him, gyrating in slow, insistent circles. A deep, guttural moan rose from him as he plunged higher and deeper into her.

She clenched, whimpering and trembling in spasms. Her body stilled and her pounding pulse began to slow. She took a deep breath.

Gwydion eased out of her, still panting. “Seren…Seren …you make me so happy.” His lips curved into a wide smile as intimate as a kiss.

“I as well.” She pulled up and rolled over so she was positioned on top, her body covering his warm, bronze flesh. “Gwydion, I could lay with you like this forever happy.”

“Forever.” He reached up, twined his fingers in her hair and pulled her head down to his, then brushed his firm lips against hers. “You know the lore of wolves.”

“They mate for life.” She pressed her lips against his in a tender, tempting kiss.

His hot breath fanned her cheek as he rasped, “You know the lore of gods.”

“They are immortal.” Seren ran her tongue against the rim of his moist lips. “I am human though.”

Gwydion covered her mouth with his in a hungry demanding kiss. When he eased his lips off of hers he said on a sigh. “Magic. Your love for a god has changed your life cycle.”

“You mean forever as in evermore? We will be together always?”

“Yes.” Gwydion’s smile filled his face, and his voice rang out with enthusiasm. “I can’t wait for Samhain. I shall have Neithon hand-fast us on the morrow at the feast for the nine warriors.”

“In truth?” Seren leaned her head back and sat up. “I don’t think you asked me if I would hand-fast with you.” She crossed her arms over her bare breasts in a feigned protest.

“You are right.” Gwydion took her hand in his. “Seren, will you wed me?”

“I have to think about it.”

The knot at his throat bobbed.

“Well, you do have gorgeous eyes and full lips.“ She ran her finger slowly across his mouth. “A large, thick pleasure weapon and an even bigger heart.” She patted the left side of his chest where his heart beat. “Then, so be it. I will hand-fast with you.”

He embraced her and rolled over so he lay on top. “We must celebrate and I know just the way.”

Seren’s trill of giggles filled the air. “You want me again. That quick?”

“Always and forever,” he chortled as he thrust into her.

Every vein in her body tingled with near intolerable pleasure. A fire spread from her quivering core, through every cell and into her hammering heart. Seren and Gwydion experienced the sensation of liquid fire flowing and pouring into each other. There was nothing in all the realms but her and Gwydion, loving each other as they drifted in mindless, euphoric bliss.

About the Author:

When Cornelia Amiri was five years old, she saw a Walt Disney’s The Sword and the Stone and has been interested in Celtic history and mythology ever since. She has over a dozen published works including novels, articles, columns and short stories.

She lives in Houston, Texas with her family: a son, a granddaughter, and a cat.

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