Witching Time (The Wild Hunt #14) - Yasmine Galenorn Page 0,79

was fidgeting around the house, my nerves on edge. I polished my wand, as if that would increase its powers. But all I could think about was the farm and facing the autumn wights. Not being able to see where they were spooked the hell out of me.

As I sat there, Kipa came in and sat on the arm of the sofa, beside me. “Are you all right?”

I rested my head on his knee. “I suppose. I feel oddly melancholy. This whole situation has left me feeling like sometimes, nobody wins. Aida was killed, her father was…well, he ended up worse than dead. It sounds like Elzabeth killed all three of her previous husbands. Marigold’s stuck in a sanatorium until we can kill the wight. This season, their farm will probably take a loss and who knows if they can survive that? My father wants to move to Y’Bain. I have a half-brother I can’t meet. And looming over everything is Typhon.” I looked up at him. “And you’re angry at me.”

“I’m not angry, love,” Kipa said, stroking my hair. “I think you chose the wrong way to deal with your father, but I’m not angry. I mean it. I love that you care so much that you’re this worried. Listen,” he said, sliding down onto the seat beside me. “We’re going to take care of the wight. We’ll free Marigold so she can come home. You freed Aida’s spirit—she was able to move on. As for the farm and money, well, I’m sure there’s a way we can help out without it seeming like charity.”

I worried my lip. “Are you sure? What about my father? What about Typhon?”

“Your father will do as he will. He won’t let Dougal make up his mind. Maybe he’ll realize that it’s in his best interests to stay here. As for Typhon…well…that’s another matter. We can only help pick up the pieces. There isn’t much you can do to stop him. But the gods—we’re working on it. So kiss me and quit worrying.”

I slipped into his arms, and he leaned me back, his lips warm against mine. I moaned softly as his fingers trailed down the curves of my body. “We have time. Do you…”

“Where’s your father?”

I nodded toward the back yard. “He’s outside with Raj.”

“Then by all means, let’s have a post-lunch siesta…or rather…fiesta. With just the two of us invited.” Kipa stood, sweeping me up in his arms. I had worried about being too heavy for him—I wasn’t a lithe, thin woman, but he moved as though he were carrying a feather, and I was more than happy to let him wrangle me.

We shut the door, and I locked it so Raj and Curikan couldn’t accidentally interrupt us. Kipa stood behind me, his hands on my shoulders, kissing my neck lightly, tickling me with his tongue. I let out a soft sound, tilting my head so he could reach my neck. Sliding out from his grasp, I turned on the stereo. “The Bounce” by Outasight was playing, and I began to move to the music, shifting my hips and boobs as I motioned to Kipa to join me.

“Dance with me, Wolf Lord.”

“Oh, I’ll dance, all right.” He swung around behind me, grabbing hold of my waist, grinding up against me as we danced to the heavy rhythm.

“I want to undress you,” he said, whispering in my ear. “Turn.”

I obeyed, holding up my arms and he slowly raised my dress over my head, dropping it lightly on a nearby chair. Beneath my bra, my nipples stiffened. Kipa hooked his hands in the waistband of my tights and slowly began lowering them, cupping my ass as he went, sliding his hands between my thighs and along my legs.

“Mmm,” I murmured, dropping my head back as he lifted each foot in turn and drew the tights over them, tossing them to the side. He reached for my panties and as he slid them down to my thighs, he pressed his lips against my mound, kissing right above the strip of pubic hair I left unshaved. I shivered, trying not to squirm.

“You like that?” he whispered.

“I love the feel of your lips on me,” I said, breathless, wanting so much more than the single kiss.

“Do you like this?” he said, coaxing my legs apart. He slid two fingers inside me, and I tightened around them, desperate to feel his cock. I squeezed and he fluttered his fingers, then slid them out, covered in my juices. He