The Beltane Witch (Cloudburst Colorado) (19 page)

“Yes, I definitely feel it.
I felt it when we arrived.”

“Good.
” He led them in a clockwise circle around the fire pit, their motion easy and slow. “Can you see the energy?”

“See it?”

“Yes, in your mind’s eye. The magic of this place should look like beams of concentrated light. Each person is different. Some see colors, others see metals. One witch once told me the energies looked like different kinds of wood.”

Sabrina closed her eyes as they danced. He loved her serene expression as she sought out the magics surrounding the homestead. Because he held her, he
experienced her stretching out her own senses, searching for the power coursing through the grounds. When she touched them, everything snapped into place and Darius jolted right along with her.

“Sweet Goddess.”

He couldn’t have said it better himself. Everything felt aligned with them as they slowly waltzed around the circle. He had to clear his throat to find his voice.

“What do you see, Sabrina?”

“Beams of light, each slightly different, coming from each tree in the circle.” She still hadn’t opened her eyes. “They’re like spokes in a wheel and the circle is the rim.”

“Excellent.” The energy between them surged and pleasure bloomed throughout his body. Damn, this witch
held power. “These spokes are ley lines of magic, the life sustaining energy of the world. When they are in balance, they appear in proper order, like a color spectrum or repeating pattern of sizes. Each tree is a nexus point, directing the power to the altar of the Goddess.”

“The lines are supposed to be connected to the altar?” A frown appeared on Sabrina’s face.

“Yes. Why?”

“Because none of them connect to the altar.” She gasped in surprise. “All of them are connected to us. They’re following us around the circle.”

Unease bloomed in Darius’s chest. If the ley lines connected to them, it meant the energies within this sacred site had been neglected too long. He’d miscalculated their instability. He suspected even the Fae hadn’t foreseen the dereliction of the magics here.
Bloody hell.

He’d heard of places so unstable, they’d attached to the most powerful being in the vicinity and snapped the unfortunate source in half. But the owner of such power had to be stronger than the average human to attract the ley lines, and Sabrina’s announcement meant what he’d suspected since he’d met her. She rivaled the Summer Queen in magical strength.

“What do the lines look like, Sabrina?” He spoke more harshly than he intended and she opened her eyes in surprise. “Are the lines solid and clear? Or do they roil like boiling water or a murky stream?”

She huffed a sigh and closed her eyes again. They kept dancing, but Darius’s heart raced with his sinking stomach.
Dear Goddess, let the magics be easily healed. Don’t let them kill her.
What had he done? By bringing her to this place without checking first, he may have signed her death warrant.

“They’re smoky
and rolling, but not violently.”

“Thanks be to the Goddess.” Their strength wouldn’t take her down, yet, but if they didn’t do something to anchor the lines to the altar, the rituals would be too dangerous to perform. “Can you tug on them with your
mind?”

“Tug on the ley lines?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“We need to secure them to the altar, even temporarily, or we won’t be able to ward this site tonight. It’ll be too dangerous. Now, can you move them?”

“I don’t know.” She frowned harder, squeezing his hand as they moved around the pit. The wind picked up a little and dust particles sparkled in the sunny air. “How do I even attempt to move energy?”

Darius gritted his teeth and tried to think of his earliest magic lessons. “Think of them as ropes, solid enough to gather together in your mental ‘hands’. When you have them fixed in your grip, see if you can move them toward the altar, like tying ribbons to the May Pole.”

“I…c
an’t. It’s like they’re sticky.”

“Bollocks!”
He swirled her closer to the altar in an abrupt turn. “Are they still following you?”

“Me? They’re only following me?”

“Are they still?”

“Yes.”

“Very well.” He danced them up to the stone steps and stopped, leaning her over the top tier. Pressing his chest to hers, he kissed her.

The explosion of pleasure shot out in every direction and damn near made him come in his pants. Sabrina moaned
and clutched at his arms, grinding her pussy against the rigid bulge at his groin. Power swirled around them, urging him to tear her clothes off and sheath himself in her hot, silken depths.

Darius’s vision filled with spokes of rainbow light radiating from the woman he kissed. His eyes remained closed, but the contours of
the sacred circle flashed in brilliant negative around them. Each strand of light pulsed power into Sabrina and she glowed with its particular color as the pulse passed. Vibrant flashes centered on her crotch and heat spread over his aching cock.

“I need you, Darius.” Sabrina’s husky voice gripped him by the balls. “I need you, now.”

Her kisses blistered his mouth with their lusty heat and he fell into them, his mind drunk on power and erotic desire. Darius unbuttoned her jeans and jerked them off before he came back to himself.

What am I doing?

The morning sunlight glistened on her trimmed mound and the scent of her arousal knocked him to his knees. His own arousal ramped up and he buried his nose in her succulent flesh, digging his fingers into her hips. He opened his mouth and tasted sweet heaven as Sabrina rocked her pussy against his lips.

“Oh, Goddess, yes, Darius. Yes!” Her fingers speared into his hair and she pull
ed him closer to her slick pussy.

Darius couldn’t answer with his mouth full of quaking feminine flesh, and he dove in, licking and sucking her ambrosia. The pulses of sexual energy increased in frequency, swamping his mind until only bringing his woman pleasure mattered to him. His woman, his Goddess. He’d serve her until his dying breath, and nothing would divert him from his path.

Sabrina whimpered and rocked her hips harder, striving for release, and Darius suckled her clit with delighted abandon. Sweet cream flowed into his mouth and he reveled in it. He’d never tasted anything better than his lady’s divine pussy, and he thrust his tongue into her weeping slit, seeking more.

The energy pulses increased again and the wind in the circle picke
d up, swirling around them like a dust devil. Sabrina gyrated to each burst, moaning in time with her motions, and Darius suckled harder.

S
abrina slammed her mound against his chin. Darius bit his tongue and the pain jerked him back into the present, his awareness taking in the swelling energies swirling around the sacred circle.

Bloody fucking hell!
Sabrina writhed before him, her wet pussy clenching against his still tongue, and she wailed her frustration. Sexual demand beat against his mind, but he realized they had to anchor the magics to the altar, or they’d blow everything wide open, and no one would be safe.

“Sabrina!”

“Darius, I need you. Come to me. Now!”

“No, you have to focus.”
He laid a teasing kiss against one thigh.

“No, no, don’t want to. You have to fuck me. Please!”

“I will,
acushla
, but you must do something for me.”

Sabrina shook her head and grimaced,
her hand sliding down to rub her clit. “Oh, Goddess. Don’t stop, Darius. Please.”

“Sabrina, I need you to push the ley lines into the altar.” He removed her hand and massaged her mound with gentle strokes, hoping to bring some of the sexual energy to heel. “Take all
the energy and wrap it around the altar like the ribbons on the May Pole. Remember? Envision a ring inside the stone and tie the lines there.”

“I can’t.” She tossed
her head. “I need you.”

“And I need you,
acushla
, but you have to do this, or all is lost.” Darius pulled back from her glorious body and gritted his teeth. It was up to her now. If she gave into the seductive pull of the magic, the energy would destroy the sacred site, and Sabrina as well. “Please, Sabrina.”

****

What did he ask? To focus on something other than his fucking tongue?
What the hell is wrong with him?
Sabrina struggled to hold on to the lovely arousal he’d been building within her, but it faded into a dull throb as he pulled away from her.

“Please, Sabrina.”

Something in his voice brought her back to herself. She opened her eyes and looked around. From her prone position on the altar, everything seemed off kilter, and the world swayed before her eyes. It took her a few moments to realize the world didn’t move, but the trees bent and strained under the force of the wind.

“What’s happening?”

“The magics are unanchored and they will tear this site apart unless you tie them to the altar.” Darius gripped her thighs as the wind whipped his hair around his head.

“How do I do this? I’ve never done anything like this before!” Panic welled up inside her,
burning away any sexual desire.

“No, focus, Sabrina!” Darius held her still. “
This is the Goddess’s energy. You have it within you, and you’re strong enough to manipulate it. Reach down inside yourself and take hold of it.”

“I can’t, Darius.”

“You can! Focus.”

Sabrina closed her eyes and tried to picture the energies swirling around them. A vision appeared of a whirling maelstrom of color,
like a rainbow tornado, spinning around her. She rested within the calm eye, but tendrils of magic shot out of the swirl with blinding speed, crackling against the tree ring.

Dear Goddess, help me.
Sabrina tried to catch the lines of color with her hands, gathering them like reins of carriage horses trying to escape. At first, the “reins” flowed through her fingers without substance, but Sabrina kept after them, raking her fingers through the air.

The first line she caught burned her hand, but she gritted her teeth and held on, reaching for another. Each new line thrummed with untapped power in her grip, but as she added more, the ram
pant winds calmed around her. At last she held a thick cable of swirling color cords in her hands and the world outside settled into breathless anticipation.

“Very good,
acushla.
” Darius’s voice bolstered her confidence, but she shook her head.

“What do I do now?”

“You must anchor the lines to the altar of the Goddess.” She felt him settle between her spread legs again, and realized she lay half naked on the stone.

“What the
—”

“Easy, little
witch, there is more yet to do.” He patted her mound and some of the energy in the strands surged, filling her with unrelenting lust. “I can smell your desire, but you will need it to help you secure the ley lines.”

“How? Oh, Goddess, Darius. I need you so bad.”
Desire burned a path straight to her pussy and cream soaked her nether lips.

“
Do you remember how we merged our minds when healing your head?”

Sabrina groaned as another
blast of power shot lust through her. “Yes.”

“We will do i
t again. I will guide you and you will provide the strength.”

“Are you telling me you’re the brains and I’m the brawn of this operation?” Humor kept some of the overwhelming sexual need at bay.

He chuckled, his breath fanning over her slick clit. “In this case, yes. Now, let me in,
acushla
.” And he licked a warm swath from her clit to her weeping cunt.

Sabrina wailed as she sank into the roiling flood of passion swamping her mind. She almost lost her grip on the seething bundle of ley lines, but Darius’s hand reached out and steadied hers.

“Darius.”

“I’m here with you, Sabrina. Let’s tie these off and go home.”
She felt more than saw him smile at her as his tongue danced on her pussy lips, pushing her arousal higher.

“Okay. Show me what to do.”

In her mind’s eyes, a great iron ring appeared sunk in a thick slab of granite, and Darius helped guide the bundle of magic lines to the thick loop. He showed her how to wrap the lines around the ring, twisting them over the iron curve until they tangled upon themselves in a tight knot. Then he pulled slowly back and allowed her to survey their work.

“
That’s it? That’s all I had to do?”

“Not quite. Now you must solder them to the ring, fusing them there long enough for the Fae to arrive tonight and help secure them permanently.” Darius sprinkled light touches down her thighs and Sabrina remembered her body lay on the slab in the sacred circle.

“How do I fuse them to the ring?”