Spirits Shared
possessive
growl escaped at remembering Clay's face between her legs.
    He kissed his way to her clit and her mouth
brushed his shaft. She fisted his erection and his hips bucked.
    Her lips locked around his cock head and he
was lost to exquisite sensation and ravenous hunger. He latched
onto her clit and there was no separating what he was doing from
what was being done to him.
    She sucked him, tormented him with her
tongue. And he did the same to her with hard pulls on her clit and
equally hard thrusts of his tongue into her channel. He'd never
been so ravenous for a woman.
    His balls pulled tight. The fiery warning at
the base of his spine intensified.
    He didn't care. Couldn't care about anything
but first ensuring her pleasure.
    His mouth returned to her clit, each suck,
each lick a demand that she come. And her cry of release, the hard,
helpless shuddering of her beautiful body was soul-deep
satisfaction.
    Enough control remained to attempt to lift
away but she gripped his ass, prevented it. And it was his turn to
shudder hard and helpless as a hot rush of semen jetted through his
cock.
    He rolled them to their sides, nuzzled her
mound as she lapped and kissed along the length of his shaft. He
should have needed a recovery period, but his cock filled.
    His heartbeat became peals of thunder. And
at the edge of his consciousness drums and ancient voices rose from
the mists of the past in a prayer for fertility.
    He fought to deny the primal call. But her
tongue flicked into the slit of his cock head and the need to be
inside her poured into him with the force of a violent storm.
    He wrenched away from her body and rose to
his knees. He tried to stay in control and not yield to Thunderbird
spirit.
    It was an impossible battle. That part of
him was in a fever to mate. Tender. Rough. It no longer mattered as
long as he staked his claim.
    Jessica sat, got to her knees, wrapped her
arms around his neck and rubbed her pussy against his cock and he
was lost. He didn't need her formal words to forge the bond between
them and make it permanent.
    It had already been forged when she drank
from the cup. He had to believe that on some level she knew that
this was permanent.
    He pulled her tightly against him. He
couldn't tell her the full truth, it was too soon for that, but he
couldn't take her without giving her some warning. "This isn't
casual for me, Jess."
    She shivered against him. "It's not casual
for me either."
     
     
    * * * * *
    Chapter
6
     
     
    Tekoa gave her a hard kiss. And another, and
a third because his lips clung to hers.
    He would never get enough of her kisses. She
was so soft and submissive, so totally enchanting that it almost
hurt to be with her. On a moan, he turned her so she faced the
fire, touched his lips to the back of her neck then kissed downward
along her spine.
    She went to her elbows and knees, her thighs
open, her folds parted and glistening with slick invitation.
    He nipped a buttock and she trembled. He
nipped her other ass cheek and her thighs widened.
    He licked through swollen folds, slid the
tip of his tongue into her opening.
    "Tekoa," she said, rocking backward, a needy
plea in her voice.
    He gave himself to the song, touched his
cock to her entrance and shuddered in ecstasy. An inch at a time he
worked himself into her, and with each inch the Thunderbird rose
within him. He was man and mystical spirit and that spirit expanded
beyond the limits of his flesh so that a smaller version of the
Thunderbird's powerful form enveloped his mortal body and shimmered
around him in red and white splendor with splashes of blue and
yellow woven into phantom feathers.
    The Thunderbird's wings spread in victory
and possessiveness. Its energy and magic vibrated through him so
each stroke of his cock into Jessica's channel was a profound act
of devotion and love, a complete sharing.
    Each heartbeat sounded her name and in the
storm raging overhead, he imagined every peal of thunder carried
news of his claiming

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