“Come here.”
Pru’s mouth dropped open.
“Prudence, come here.” Rhiannon slowly lowered herself away from the headboard, the pillows supporting her head. “I can’t get up and throw you on this bed and fuck you till you can’t walk, you little tease. I want to, and I will, soon. You better prepare yourself. But now, I want you to sit on my face so I can eat your pussy and make you scream and wake this entire house up and scandalize all of Crowharts. I don’t care. I want to taste you, to lick you, to feel you drip all over my face.”
Pru didn’t remember moving faster in her life. Rhiannon’s self-satisfied grin was the last thing she saw before she threw her knee over her head, and then as she slowly lowered her body, those greedy lips rose to meet her and nothing else mattered. And everything did. Every lick, every bite, every stroke of that wonderful, wonderful tongue that drove her mad, that brought her so much pleasure, that made her want more and more.
Rhiannon licked and circled and sucked, was relentless, was so fucking good, Pru wanted this to never stop, to feel this way forever suspended in the ecstasy of being so well fucked, so fully satisfied. When the orgasm came, it felt like dessert, like she had her fill of an amazing meal and this was the cherry on top. And what a cherry. The climax rolled over her in waves, her thighs shaking, clamping around Rhiannon’s face, her soundless cry stuck in her throat and her heart beating out of her chest. The pleasure, razor sharp, bloomed like a bruise, carving her open, giving her everything and making her want more.
Pru forced herself to slowly move down Rhiannon’s prone body, trying to catch her breath. She reached for the Kleenex on her bedside and gently wiped Rhiannon’s chin. She’d probably need a change of shirt too. Pru tried to think of practical things.Of logical things, of anything and everything that had nothing to do with how much she wanted to burrow her face in Rhiannon’s neck and whisperI love you.
It was Rhiannon who took care of the first part of Pru’s wish, carefully, arms still weak, pulling Pru closer, till she was lying on her shoulder and kissing her forehead. Then kissing her lips, deepening the kiss till Pru could taste herself with every caress of that wicked tongue.
“You’re amazing, Prudence Ophelia Fowler.”
Rhiannon’s power still playing in her eyes was the last thing Pru saw before she slipped into dreams.
She wokein the dark again, to Rhiannon moving slowly, carefully putting her clothes on. The dress was askew, and the jacket was not cooperating, and Rhiannon was quietly murmuring curses under her breath.
“What are you doing, Rhiannon? Stop, you’re sick!”
Pru was up and at her side in a second. She tried to push Rhiannon back down on the bed but was met with surprising strength.
“I’m better. Call it recovery by pussy, now help me up.”
She didn’t find the joke funny, too preoccupied and confused by what was going on.
“Rhiannon, what’s happening?”
“Samhain. Samhain is happening, Prudence. Ceridwen’s circle ceremony is tonight. I need to be there.”
Pru dropped the stocking she was holding.
“You’re going to stand in Ceridwen’s circle? Rhiannon, what?—”
Rhiannon got up, swayed on her feet, then grabbed Pru’s shoulder.
“I don’t know about the standing. Maybe I’ll lie down there.”
“Rhiannon! Ceridwen told me she was fine, that Seren and Deryn will be there for her.”
“She needs me, Prudence. Her wrist is broken. And she already opened a goddamn circle just days ago to save me. Mom told me to stay behind too, twenty-two years ago—” Rhiannon cut herself off and looked imploringly at Pru. “I need your help, please. I can’t lose my sister, not when I just found her again. I let my mother down; I can’t let Ceridwen down as well. Please, Prudence.”
The pain, the anguish in Rhiannon’s voice tore at Pru’s heart.
“You don’t have magic, Rhiannon. You’re weak. You can barely move.”
Rhiannon squeezed her shoulder tighter.
“Please.”
They drove.Pru could barely see the small gravel path that splintered off the main road and led to the Sky Blue Cliff. She said a silent prayer to any and every deity that listened. To keep them safe. To keep Rhiannon whole, because what she was about to do was sure madness. She told Rhiannon so.
“Madness worked for me so far,” was her answer.
“Says the woman who can barely walk.” Pru huffed out a breath and sped the car up.
In the distance, she could see the faint silver glow of magic. Ceridwen’s circle.
