A Little Green Magic (The Little Coven #1) - Isabel Wroth Page 0,60

flowing life force of it all, right there beyond the glass.

“Ivy?” Her eyes fell shut, the wild energy of his bear practically glowed golden behind her closed lids. His hands smoothed over her shoulders, his lips cruised across the nape of her neck, drawing her back against him. “You alright?”

She nodded, letting him take her weight. “I am.”

“Something on your mind?” He rubbed his cheek against hers, sharing the view with her.

“I can feel myself getting stronger. The magic in me coming up like a flower through the snow, and I think... no, I know I can help make the house safer.”

“How?”

“I mentioned it this morning. A ritual I learned in school that's basically a claiming of the land.”

Uriah gave a rumbly sound of interest, his hand sliding up under her shirt to cup her breast, his thumb sliding back and forth over her hardening nipple. “A claiming, huh? I would love to participate.”

A breathless laugh left her, arousal flooding her system, dampening her panties. “We'll be getting to that. Sex is definitely part of the equation if I have your permission.”

“Permission for what, exactly?”

“To permeate the ground with my magic. To claim it and make it mine.”

“It is yours, honey,” he told her easily, his fingertips swirling circles over her breast, the scrape of his fingernails over the lace added another layer of erotic sensation.

Ivy's lashes fluttered as she tried to focus. “What's mine?”

“This house, the property, me. It's all yours. Do whatever will make you feel safe and tell me what I can do to help.”

Her heart skipped a beat, his answer falling easily, earnestly from his lips. Ivy turned around and went up on her toes to kiss him, tasting the sweetness of honey and peaches on his tongue.

“Get naked, come outside with me, and do what I say.”

His eyes flashed yellow in the low light, his chest vibrating against hers with a hungry growl. He stripped in record time, taking a step back to watch her slip out of her skirt, her tank, bra, and panties.

Uriah followed with barely a tug when she took his hand and led him out into the grass. She found the spot that felt right and sent a thought down through the soles of her feet, encouraging a thick bed of moss to grow, loving the look of hungry anticipation that twisted Uriah's handsome face into a stark mask of excitement and desire.

Ivy walked a slow circle around him, running her hands over his body, admiring the strength of his muscles and the tight mounds of his ass. He stood perfectly still, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, trembling sporadically as he struggled to give her control.

“Sex magic is some of the most potent there is. Do you know why?”

Uriah made a sound deep in his throat, the muscles in his back flexing as she ran her fingertips down his spine, flirting around the dimpled indentations just above his butt.

“Not a damn clue. Why?”

Ivy smiled at the rich, husky timbre of his voice, touching a kiss to his shoulder as she stepped closer. Pressing herself against his back, closing her eyes to better absorb the heat of his skin, she wrapped her hand around the thickness of his cock.

She could already feel the power rise between them as he shuddered and hissed, his ass cheeks clenching against her belly as she stroked him from root to tip, swirling her thumb in the silky drop of fluid leaking from the tiny slit.

“Because, a single teaspoon of seed has the energy of sixty-thousand people. It's why women feel so energized after sex, and men so easily fall asleep.” Uriah grunted when she gently squeezed, another tremor rocking his enormously powerful body.

“In ancient times, fertility rites were used to gather power to feed the coming harvest. Sometimes, witches used the magic they raised during sacred unions to consecrate a piece of ground and turned the land into a sanctuary for their people. From what I recall, it's not a complicated spell. I think you'll enjoy it.”

“Already am,” he bit out, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out on his skin while she worked him.

“Good.” Keeping her hold on him, Ivy slid back around to his front, brushing kisses across the hard muscles of his chest, flattening her tongue across the flat disks of his nipples, suckling gently, feeling his cock jump in her hand. “All you have to do is stand here. I'll do all the work. Hold out as long as