The Warrior and the Druidess Read Free Page B

his cup and hers. “Drink.”
    Together they gulped down the golden mead. Never—not once—did they tear their eyes away from each other.
    “As the mead flows through you, let the spirit fill you.” Tanwen walked over to the cauldron and dipped her hand in the gooey, blue dye.
    Her finger slinked down his face, streaking both cheeks blue. The woad was warm, her touch hotter. His tinted checks burned. After dipping her hands into the dye again, her ring-bedecked fingers danced over the muscles rippling down his arms, tracing each of his tattoos, following the lines as she painted them blue.
    He quivered. The gods shielded him through these symbols. The first was a wolf, with an open mouth drawn as a curve. The second was the boar with a tusk made from a circle with a line drawn though it and two knots on each end. His flesh tingled as she painted the lines of a swirling snake. His arousal throbbed and pained him with the need for release as she traced the last one, a man.
    Far more potent than heather mead, the power the woad awoke in the tattoos left him light-headed. He drew in a deep breath to clear his head as she spread her hands over his firm stomach and down his strong legs, coating them blue.
    She took a step back and smiled coyly, as if wondering what mischief she could stir up next. With her woad-covered hands, she cupped her breasts, squeezing and massaging the soft, full peaks. He groaned with need. She wrapped her smooth arms around his neck and crushed her lips against his. The softness of her breasts pressed against his chest. Her nipples had tightened to hard points, rubbing against his muscles, imprinting woad dye on his chest and coating the small whorls of hair with blue. Shivers of heat rushed through him.
    Brude cupped her neck and twisted his wet mouth over hers. His tongue thrust between her lips, flicking in and out. Her mouth was so hot. Tanwen moaned.
    She slid her soft hands down the side of his body. She grasped his muscled thighs and dug her nails into his flesh. He groaned. Her slick, woad-painted body skimmed down his until she was on her knees. She fondled his hot, bulging sword, sliding her hand up and down from base to tip. Brude burned from her touch.
    She opened her mouth wide. Stretched her lips over the fullness of his arousal, and then she drew his length inside her. Her suckling lips pulled him deep into her. He groaned and rocked against her mouth.
    Tanwen withdrew her lips to dance her woad-tinged fingers across the hardened, bulging flesh. Stroking back and forth, she painted it blue.
    When she rose to her feet, he gripped her hip tightly with one hand. His other hand roamed down to her nether lips, where he slipped a finger within the hot folds.
    Breathless, Tanwen whispered, “Do you wish to gaze into the flowing heat of my cauldron?”
    Brude rasped, “Yes, I do.”
    With his arms wrapped around her, he lowered Tanwen to the ground, where she spread her legs wide, opening to him. His arousal throbbed with growing hunger, a pressing need to plunge into her.
    He peeked into her sex, gazing into the deep heat. Brude dipped his finger into her sweet vessel. The blazing fire pit ignited his flesh as he churned her creamy, liquid core until she panted in a heaving rush of breath.
    She gasped as he withdrew. She groaned as he jabbed his finger between his lips and sucked, licking the intoxicating elixir he had milked from her. His erection grew tighter. He dipped his head and dove for her core. With his lips on her open vessel, his tongue plunged into the wet fire of her depths. Gasps and soft whimpers escaped her lips. He was boiling.
    Panting, she rasped, “Dip your sword into my cauldron.”
    Brude bent down, covering her body with his. His engorged sword prodded and then lunged into the wet heat. Tanwen bucked with the impact of his thrust.
    “I am a cup, a vessel. Fill me.”
    On fire, feral cravings took hold. He lunged deeper. The pressure was maddening. On the brink, he