Chapter Six

 

 

 

Meghan was unsettled after returning to the house from the hollow. She couldn't stop thinking about the dream she’d had last night. In it, her grandfather, Poppy, was laughing beneath Lady Enchantment with a man Meg didn't recognize. When she moved closer, the stranger raised his incredible silver-blue eyes and smiled at her. Meg touched his face and slowly traced her fingers over his classic jaw.

It had to have been the sangria.

“I definitely need to get laid,” she groaned, wondering if there really was a handsome Prince Charming, waiting to carry her away. God, I hope so.

She was in the work shed at the side of their house, almost finished staining the oak frame of the flower box, when she caught sight of a sleek black Harley turning off the road and into their driveway. Meg frowned, baffled as to why she hadn't heard the roar of the massive machine.

She stepped out of the work shed and waited to see who was hidden beneath the mysterious helmet. Anticipation growing, her breath caught sharply when the huge figure placed his black-leather-clad legs down on the ground.

His thick body moved like molten tar, smooth and smoking hot. The intricate painted dragon on his helmet was daunting. A shiver of emotion ran through her body, despite the warm October afternoon air.

The onyx-colored leather clung like second skin to the most amazing body she had ever laid eyes on. Holy shit, she thought as her gaze caught the gentle sway of the soft leather fringe on his chaps—sexy-hot and over-the-top fucking beautiful. He removed the helmet and placed it on the handlebar, then he turned, giving her a full-frontal view.

“Miss Alexandria?”

He moved closer and she fought for breath. Meg was rendered speechless by his beauty and those silver-blue eyes.  

“Meghan Alexandria, right?”

“Y—yes,” she stammered, stunned. The attractive force of his presence held her hostage, sent tingles through her body.

“I'm Sirius Lamborghini,” he said. “I had the honor of meeting your sister, and I'm sure you have some questions to ask me about Lady Enchantment.”

“The tree whisperer.” It was a statement, not a question.

Sirius laughed. The deep, rich baritone caressed her like a lover's touch. Her eyes moved to his mouth, and the sudden urge to taste him there flashed through her.

Meghan was no stranger to men—there had been several—but none had seductive power like this man. All she could think about was licking his naked body. She was drowning in lust.

 

 

 

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It pleased him knowing just how much she wanted him. Concentrating, he deepened the spell.

“Meghan,” he whispered.

“Hmm?”

Her fingers ghosted over the downy texture of his beard. It matched the thick midnight-black hair on his head.

“So incredibly handsome,” she stated. “Are you real, or just a figment of my imagination?”

Her nearness triggered a long-forgotten memory of how it felt to be buried deep inside a beautiful woman. On impulse, Sirius covered her hand with his, to allow her need to saturate his loneliness.

“I'm real, sweetheart.”

Sirius smelled the desire pooling between her thighs. She pressed seductively against his hard body, resting her cheek against his broad chest.

“You feel amazing.”

Bewitching her with mystical persuasion was dangerous. Mentally seducing her, a prelude of his plans for her. As keeper of the hickory, her permission to harvest the nuts and extract the precious oil had to be his priority.

He snapped his fingers and broke the seductive trance.

“What!? Oh my God!” She pivoted and ran back into the work shed. Sirius followed, close on her heels.

She grabbed a garden spade; a poor excuse for a weapon, but right handy.

“Stay away from me!” she yelled, her voice quivering.

He wet his lips, seeing the outline of her nipples beneath her naughty ghost t-shirt.

NO HICKORY HOLLOW WEENIES FOR ME was printed boldly across her chest. It made him grin.

“Meghan,” he said, his tone level between casual and sultry.

“Don't you dare say my name!” she warned, swinging the spade. “Not—not like that!”

A quick flick of his wrist had her motionless. He moved closer and ran a finger over her worried brow.

“Fire and Ice,” he murmured, his hand stroking her hair. “You're more beautiful than the dream.”

He muttered the incantation.

 

“Lady Enchantment is where we'll be,

Secrets revealed beneath the tree.

Hear the words from long ago,

Listen carefully, and then you'll know.”

 

He released the garden tool from her hands and used his magic to teleport them to the valley where Lady Enchantment awaited.  

 

 

 

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Morton studied the pretty librarian sitting behind the front desk. He focused on her lips, which at the moment were wrapped around the tip of a pen. Once free of the curse, he would make damned sure she wrapped those same luscious lips around his long, aching cock. With the brew quelling his arousal, Morton's mind feasted on the hot little banquet of blondness. He indulged in imagining her mouth on his, her nipples beneath his palms, her warm, creamy cunt, him fucking her from behind …

He cleared his throat and spoke. “I'm looking for sexy, hot romances. A collection of sorts, all under one cover.”

Startled, Pruitt looked up. “W—Where did you come from?”

“I just floated in,” Morton answered, charming her with a dynamite smile, his whiskey colored eyes capturing her baby blues. Pruitt blinked.

“About that book?”

Pruitt stood abruptly and guided him to the romance section. His eyes were nailed to her gorgeous ass all the while.

“Here it is,” she said, pointing.

“Shamrocks, Shillelaghs and Shenanigans. A brand new hot … Irish anthology, on bookshelves … everywhere,” she said breathlessly, touching her perspiring forehead.

Morton reached for the book, moving in behind her. Pressing his body close, he caged her in with his big arms. He hummed the incantation, low and sexy.

 

“Close your eyes and come with me,

Learn the secrets of the tree.

Mortal sisters must permit,

Warlocks presence to submit.”

 

With his words, she leaned back in submission. Morton ran his hands over her full breasts, teasing her pert little nipples with his thumbs. Fucking delicious, thrummed his last thought before they disappeared into a vaporous mist.