The Wolf and the Druidess Read Free Page B

She smiled. “Eat your food, wolf. It is good.”
    The white wolf never turned its head. With his gaze fixed on Seren, he stared hungrily, as if he thought of her as a delicious treat.
    Seren blinked and wondered if it was all the tall trees amid the darkness and the shadows in the night that caused the beast to appear as if his form shifted. She clutched her chest. Her heartbeat quickened as the wolf’s fur and muscles twisted. The beast’s body emitted sounds like the creaking of joints but much louder. Watching the wolf’s body expand while other features contracted made her stomach lurch. She slid her hand from her chest to her belly. A voice in her head told her what she saw couldn’t be real. She blinked, yet still the wolf changed before her eyes, his gorgeous white pelt shortened until it transformed into bronze-tinted skin.
    A tall man with cascading golden hair and eyes the gray-blue of a stormy, summer sky stood nude before her. Seren blinked again. The man fluttered his hands in front of his body and suddenly he was clothed in an opened white, gold-speckled druid robe and plaid pants covered his trunk-like legs. Heat emanated from him. She gawked at the lush bronze skin of his bare, muscular chest beneath his robe. “Druid robe...shape shifted from wolf to…” As realization dawned, she dropped to her knees. ”God Gwydion, it is you?”
    “Rise.” With a flutter of his fingers, he gestured for her to stand. “Druidess Seren, bewitched by your charms, I had to follow you to your mother’s cairn.”
    Her flesh prickled. “God, what say you, why have you come?”
    As his gaze roamed over her body, his eyes gleamed with a sensuous fire. “For you.”
    Seren’s heart thundered. “Why have you appeared to me, only, and not the tribe?”
    He flashed a white-toothed grin, sending a surge of heat spiraling through her.
    In his deep, smooth voice he said, “the tribe does not interest me as much as you do.”
    Her breath caught in her throat, but she managed to rasp, “Why?”
    Standing before the tall, muscular god, she had an overpowering desire to strip off her clothes. Fiery heat rose from his flesh. She yanked back the hood of her robe and slipped it off, tossing it atop her mother’s cairn. Yet her skin still burned like a Samhain bonfire roared inside her. An actual god, Gwydion, the deity of druids and magic had come for her. Her body went limp, woozy.
    Seren longed for Gwydion to draw her to him and crush her breasts against the hard muscled wall of his physique. Her fingers itched to glide down the sprinkling of soft blond whorls on his chest. She wasn’t a fool, she knew the god had come for a tryst only. She could never hand-fast with him. But they could couple around the bonfire and she lied to herself that it would be enough.
    As a druidess, she kept the balance and knew she had to embrace what was, rather than yearn for that which could never be. He would never see her as more than a mortal woman he’d come to tryst with for Samhain.
    Seren raised her gaze to his face, fascinated by the long, golden moustache framing his parted lips. Shivers of desire raced through her as she imagined his sultry mouth covering hers in a savage kiss. She longed to watch his wet lips part to rasp her name and utter wild groans in the height of love play.
    He took a step closer and fluttered his strong fingers in front of his chest again, and this time his clothing vanished and he stood nude before her.
    She stepped back, shocked. “God, why did you take your clothes off?”
    “Now that we know each other, I thought you would prefer to see me bare. Most women enjoy the view.”
    Her gaze roamed up and down his chiseled body and then locked onto his loins. She gaped at the plentiful length of his stiff rod. She licked her lower lip. The moist place between her legs throbbed.
    “This can’t be happening.” Her gaze drifted to her mother’s cairn. She stepped up to the grave and looked down at the stones.