The Phoenix Prophecy: Nova

I’m shivering. The bear stands stock still. Baloo. Now, I get it.

A noise comes from the back of its throat. A cross between a growl, a bark, and a snort. He’s watching me.

I move closer. I’m sopping wet. I put my hand on his neck. I can feel his pulse. Thick and strong. He lowers his head and presses it firmly into my chest. I stagger back a little, then steady myself.

We stay like that for a long moment. Then he moves to the side, shudders, and with an earth rattling roar he’s Mack again.

“You’re…” I breathe, unsure whether I want to end my sentence with ‘naked’ or ‘a bear!’.

Mack scrapes his fingers through his hair and shrugs. Suddenly, I have no idea how I didn’t see it before. That flicker of amber in his eyes. The growl-like sounds he makes when he’s thinking.

“A shifter.” Mack meets my eyes.

His cock is thick and hard. I’m trying not to look at it.

Making it easier for me, he steps behind the fountain and comes back with a towel wrapped around his waist. “We were planning a nighttime dip in the stream.”

“We?”

“Snow. He’s called Snow.”

“And he’s…?”

“He’s me. I’m him. But we’re different.” Mack smiles coyly. “It’s hard to explain.” Then suddenly, realizing I’m still slowly freezing, he grabs his shirt and offers it to me. As he shrugs it onto my shoulders, he allows his index finger to gently graze my collar bone.

I look up at him. “Snow seems gentle. For a bear.”

“With you.” Mack’s finger has moved to my shoulder. “With others, not so much.”

“Why with me?”

Mack looks away from me and shakes his head. With a low chuckle, he replies, “He’s infatuated. Has been since he first laid eyes on you.”

I allow a pause to settle between us. My entire body is tingling and I have no idea whether it’s from the cold or the heat that started flickering between my legs when I saw him standing in front of me.

“And you, Professor?” I ask, edging a little closer. “What about you?” I look purposefully at the place the towel is obscuring from view.

Mack takes his hand away from my shoulder. His arms are loose at his sides. “Me? I don’t think it matters how I feel.”

I’m close enough to allow my chest to brush his. My nipples stiffen through the cold, wet fabric that’s clinging to them. He feels it. He licks his lower lip and breathes out heavily. “Why wouldn’t it matter?”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“Because I’m old enough to be your father.”

“I’m twenty-five.” A flash of indignant fire flickers in my eyes.

“And I’m nearly fifty-five.” He gently rests his palms on my shoulders, as if he’s going to nudge me away from him. But he doesn’t.

“Then you must be very experienced.” A playful smile crosses my lips. He’s resisting me, and I’m suddenly desperate to tease him. Make him beg. Make him break his own rules.

I stand up on my tiptoes and loop my arms around his neck. I nuzzle into him, taste his skin, kiss the soft spot below his ear.

He still doesn’t move, but his breath is different.

I cup his steely jaw and gently tug him down toward me. When our lips meet, I use my tongue to persuade his to open. For a moment, he resists. Then finally his hands are on my waist, pulling me close. His dick is hard. He presses against me.

I’m about to tug the towel free when he stops and almost jumps backward.

“I can’t.” He shakes his head. His cheeks are flushed. “I’m sorry, Nova. It’s not a good idea. I can’t.”

Before I can answer him, a voice I recognize says, “Why the hell not?”

I spin around just as Tanner emerges at the top of the steps. He stops, drinking me in. His eyes linger on my nipples. Hard and dark.

Without saying another word, Tanner takes the steps in two bounds and pulls me to him. He dips his head, his lips searching for my breasts. When he finds my nipple, he sucks. The cold fabric becomes warm in his mouth. I groan and lean back into his strong arms.

When he moves, as if he’s going to stop, I press my hands lightly on the back of his head. “Keep going.”

There’s movement behind me. Then two more hands. Not Tanner’s. My eyes are still closed, but I know Mack is the one undressing me. He takes his shirt from my shoulders then peels my nightdress off and throws it to the floor.

“Changed your mind, Professor?” I ask him, gasping as Tanner’s finger finds my clit and starts to stroke it.

Mack doesn’t reply. When I look for him, I realize he’s walking away. I want him to stay. I want him. But as Tanner traces delicate circles between my legs, he whispers, “Let him go. I don’t mind sharing you, but the first time I’m inside you, I want you all to myself.”

Tanner steps back. When he takes his fingers away, I groan.

Grinning, he puts them in his mouth and sucks them. “Fuck, you taste good.”

I’m completely naked. The night air is cool on my still-damp skin, and Tanner is staring at me as if I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He reaches for my hand and we sink to the ground together.

I sit back, kneeling. Normally, a position like this would make me self-consciously cover my stomach, but the way Tanner is looking at me makes me push my shoulders back and flick my hair over my shoulder.

“Can I take a picture of you?” Tanner asks, taking his phone from his pocket.

I tilt my head at him. He’s watching me with eager eyes. I nod, and he shuffles closer.

“Here.” He pats the grass, indicating I should lie down. Instinctively, I put one arm up over my head and allow the other to rest next to me, fingers teasing the damp evening grass.

I bend one leg, then turn my head to the side and stare straight at the camera. I don’t know how many pictures Tanner takes, but when he’s finished, he throws the phone to one side and leans over me.

His floppy, light brown hair falls across his eyes. I brush it back. He has a beautifully handsome face. Movie-star handsome.

A moment ago, there was pure lust in his eyes, but now it’s softened into something else. He strokes the side of my face. “You’re beautiful.”

My cheeks are pink, but I don’t look away from him. “You are too.”

Kissing me deeply and hungrily, Tanner tucks one arm beneath my shoulders and hugs me close. Then he pulls back and smiles. With his free hand, he gestures to the fountain.

I watch as droplets converge, leaving the main spray and forming their own swirling little ball, suspended in the air above the basin. When Tanner flicks his wrist, the ball floats toward us.

I’m lying on my back, grass tickling my shoulder blades. The ball hovers above my chest. I watch it, transfixed, holding my breath in anticipation of it bursting and soaking me with water.

I look at Tanner. He reaches out with his thumb and index finger and plucks something from the ball. It’s in his palm. When he opens his fingers to show it to me, he raises an eyebrow.

“Now, do you want to see what I can do with an ice cube?” he asks.

Before I can answer, he takes the tiny block of ice from his palm and holds it above my throat. The anticipation of the cold makes me suck in my breath before it’s even touched my skin. Then there it is; ice on fire.

I close my eyes as Tanner trails the ice down between my breasts. There’s a pause. His tongue sweeps across my nipples, and the ice cube follows. I let out a whimper and wriggle my shoulders into the grass. He’s moving the ice lower. He presses it to my clit, and the cold makes me gasp. He traces my pussy with it, then gently pushes it inside me where it starts to slowly melt.

When I open my eyes, Tanner is above me. He flicks the ball of water away and it bursts into a shallow puddle as it hits the ground. I wait a beat, then sit up. A dribble of ice water trickles onto my leg as I tug his tee shirt over his head. Pressing my hands on his shoulders, I make him take my place on the grass.

His eyes widen, then he smiles.

“You like it when someone else is in control?” I ask him softly as I unfasten his jeans.

“Sometimes,” he breathes.

I gesture for him to take off his pants. As he pulls them over his hips, his cock springs free. It’s hard already.

“The last time I saw this,” I say, leaning closer. “I was sitting beneath Kole’s desk and he was inside you.”

Tanner closes his eyes as I grip the base of his shaft. I wait a moment before squeezing lightly. He groans and buries his fingers in the grass beside him.

“What would you have done if you knew I was there?” I ask as I dip my head and lick the pre-cum from his tip. “Would you have told Kole?” I take him in my mouth, but not all the way, then let him go again. “Or would you have let me do this while he fucked you?”

Tanner moves his hand from the grass to my face. He strokes my cheek, then pushes his fingers through my hair and grips the back of my head hard. I expect him to thrust deeper into my mouth, but he doesn’t. He stays completely still, waiting for what’s next.

“I think you’d have kept quiet.” I lick up and down, swirling my tongue as if I’ve never tasted anything as good as his cock.

“Nova…” Tanner sits up a little and cups my face in his hands. He pulls me toward him and kisses me deep and hard. He can taste himself on my tongue, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

He nudges my legs open, and I welcome his fingers back. This time, he puts one inside me and I tilt my hips, desperate to feel full. “I’ve tasted you before,” I whisper as he adds another finger and starts moving them gently in and out. “I tasted your cum. Underneath the desk. I sucked it from my finger, then I orgasmed so hard I almost caught fire.”

Tanner sits back so hard I think he’s about to get up and run. His eyes lock onto mine. He searches my face, and when he realizes I’m telling the truth, he says, “That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” and pulls me on top of him as he lowers himself back to the ground.

I lean down. His dick is pulsing against my stomach.

“No. Sit up. I want to see you. All of you.” As I do what he says, he traces the ink on my chest. His thumb brushes the raised scar that is now hidden by Kole’s tattoo, and I close my eyes.

When I open them, Tanner runs his hands down my sides. “Let me inside you, little star.”

He moistens a finger and traces my nipples.

I nod and raise my hips. I’m about to take hold of him and guide him inside when I say, “Do we need a…?”

Tanner frowns.

“A condom?” The thought that we might have to press pause while Tanner sprints inside to fetch one makes me wilt a little.

A slow smile teases his lips as he looks at me. “No, little star. We don’t need a condom. We have spells for that.”

“Spells?” I breathe out as my hand returns to guiding him. “Thank fuck.” I lower myself onto him and gasp as he fills me up.

As I start to move my hips, Tanner does, too. He thrusts up into me. Slow at first, and gentle, then harder and faster.

A now familiar heat flickers on my skin. I let him flip me over so he’s on top of me, and I clench my legs around him. He’s slamming into me. Again and again, and it feels so fucking good, I don’t know if it’s heaven or torture.

When he rests onto one elbow so he can reach down and strum my clit, it’s the final straw. He feels it, knows what’s happening.

“Come for me, little star.”

I tip my head back and let out a scream that bounces off the fountain, the steps, and the trees. My pussy pulses, clenching tight around him.

“Fuck. Nova.” Tanner thrusts faster, grabs my wrists, searches for my lips. Our bodies slap together. “Fuck.” He breathes into my mouth and I feel him jerk inside me. I’m still quivering from my orgasm when his hot come fills me. His motions slow. He kisses my forehead. “You’re so hot,” he whispers.

“You’re pretty hot too.” I laugh.

“No.” Tanner laughs back. “Nova, you’re hot. Your skin is… glowing.” He looks at me with an expression that says he’s pretty pleased with himself. “So, that’s what happens when a fire witch has the best sex of her life.”

“The best?” He’s about to move away from me, but I use my legs to keep him there a little longer. He’s right. It was the best. But I don’t tell him so.