Passion ensues at a magical Scottish farm. With magic comes danger; with passion comes love.
The Lion, the Witch, and the Faeries by Leona Bushman
No one can outrun a curse.
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Lionel froze for a second when their lips touched. What in the name of Scotland was she up to? Then the fire in his blood burned away the questions and he swept his arms around her and dragged her firmly up against his erection.
Thomasina charged him in an unfamiliar way, appealing to both man and lion. Something about this woman got underneath the shell he'd erected around himself. He placed his hands on her ass, massaging and rubbing it, the rhythm as old as time. Each push into her with his rod increased his lust.
If she were to stop now, he didn't know what he'd do. But she showed no signs of stopping. Rather, she lifted her legs around his waist, pushing her cunt right up to his cock. He gasped in pleasure. "I could get used to a woman in breeches."
She undulated against him and his knees threatened to buckle. He carried her to a small clearing and laid her down, dropping to his knees as he untied her cloak from her chin and spread it out to use as a blanket. Her delightful eyes peered at him, the blue darkening slightly as she gazed at him.
That feeling of being just beyond reality hit him again, like a dream he didn't want to wake up from. The grasses looked greener, the trees looked more alive, as if a druid were about to walk out of them. The very air teemed with life. Yet, it all looked fuzzy out of the corner of his eyes.
Closing them against the distractions, he leaned forward and kissed her again. With one hand trailing up her legs, he started the exploration of her body. Little sounds came out of her that shot harsh lust careening through his groin.
He cupped her mound and rubbed her through the breeches, forcing himself to go slower when all he wanted was to rip all their clothing off. He trailed kisses down her neck and chest to her luscious breasts and bit one nipple poking up through her shirt. She arched her back and grabbed a handful of his hair, holding him to her.
It snapped the last of his intentions to go slow. A small whimper escaped her when he quit sucking and he smiled down at her. "No need to be sad, lass. I'll hae ye calling out in a moment." His words were meant to tease, to ease the harshness of the hunger, but his voice cracked with lust and eagerness.
He quickly pulled her dress over her head, and yanked her pants down, then stared at her, the moment frozen for him. Her nipples poked up proudly in the cool Scotland air and her blonde curls at her apex were damp with her dew. The aroma permeated the air and aroused his animal instincts. Lionel quickly stripped off his shirt and kilt and settled between her legs. He intended to slow himself down again, but she raked her fingernails down his arms. It didn't draw blood and felt damn good.
"Ach, ye know nae what ye do tae me."
He moved to his knees, put her legs on his shoulders, and looked down at her. The moistness between her legs was obvious, but he stuck his finger in her anyway. His control slipped a little more. Even though he'd decided he couldn't go slow, he'd still intended to give her pleasure first.
Keeping that in mind, he inserted a second finger and started stroking her. Her whimpers were coming out louder now and her face flushed rosily. In and out, he went with one hand, and stroked himself with the other. Her eyes tracked his movements on his cock and her mouth opened.
Other stories in the anthology include...
Callum's Fate by Dianne Hartsock
Will the help of the faery people be enough to save Callum from his fate or will he succumb to the mystical allure of the moors?
Give a Ghost a Chance by SJ Thomas
Leah has a sexy Scotsman all to herself, the only trouble is, he's a ghost...
Cat's Cradle by Raven McAllan
Being stranded can have it's perks.
About the Author
Leona Bushman goes by many names but the most common one is superhero. She earned this name from saving a kangaroo from a tree—and yes that is as hard as it sounds. The dragons taught their queen how to write, and Queen Leona hasn't looked back. Even when her muse tries to muck things up.
She can be found goofing off and loving dragons and other creatures of the supernatural at these places:
Queen Leona writes mainly for Breathless Press, and the bulk of her books are found here:
The Ulfric's Mate*
Ravaged, Vol 1 ~ Barely There*
Rick Sexed Up the Doc ~ Naughty Nursery Rhyme
The Captain's Christmas ~ Cyber
Crimson, Vol 1 ~ Daryn's Slayer **my story is an historical vamp/wolf story
Serviced, Vol 1 ~ Over A Dead Body
The Midwife's Moon*
*Denotes The War of the Weres series
Down on the Farm, Vol 1 ~ The Lion, the Witch, and the Faeries
Slow Burn ~Dead Man Walking special
Coming Soon from Breathless Press:
The Twelve Delights of Christmas
Ravaged, Vol 2
Coming soon from Just Ink Press:
Mayhem in Mexico ~ Urban Sci-fi, please note this is not a romance.