A Lover For Rachel (3 page)

“Whoa…wait a minute…what old buzzard?”

“Merlin, of course.” He kept his gaze on her, waiting as his expression remained carefully neutral. “You did say you knew of him.”

“Of course,” she said sarcastically. “First, I fall down the rabbit hole and then I meet a good-looking guy.” She pushed her way past him and stood. Sure her head hurt, but she could put a proper perspective on things if she paced. “Then this guy tells me he knows Merlin.” She turned to him, realizing she must look like a crazy woman. “Do you know just how outrageous all of this sounds?”

Dewin stared at her, confusion displayed on his handsome face. “Umm…no.”

She flopped down on the couch next to him. “Please tell me the whole story of how you came to be here, how I ended up here, and maybe we can find a way to get us both out.”

He smiled and lit up the whole room. “That is the spirit. I most definitely want to get out of here.”

“You do realize that the world isn’t what you remember it to be, don’t you? That is, if what you are saying is true.” She placed her hand on his forearm and appreciated the strength it held. Just touching him brought an awareness of her body that she’d missed. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, taking in his warm, woodsy scent. Her baser needs were going to take over in this small but comfortable room. Before she could allow herself to feel anything, she needed to get her mind around the facts that currently brought and held her here.

“I have told you my name is Dewin. It means wizard.” His gaze held an honesty she couldn’t deny.

“You’re a wizard?” she questioned lightly.
If there is a fairy, there can certainly be a wizard.

He gazed into her eyes then and ran a gentle finger along her jaw. “You are beautiful.”

Rachel leaned into his hand, her body’s wants and needs taking over. “No, I’m not, but it’s nice to hear you say it. Still…I have to hear your story first. Please continue.”

He withdrew his hand. “Yes, I am a wizard. I was trained by Merlin himself.”

“So he did exist?” Her hand wandered to his thigh, rubbing up and down, as she felt her control slipping.

“Umm…that feels good…Did Nora sprinkle any dust on you while you were on the outside?” His apologetic tone did little to dampen her desire.

“I don’t think so but I really wasn’t paying attention. She buzzed me a lot.”

Dewin frowned and looked over her shoulder toward the fairy now sitting on a high shelf. “Nora, did you sprinkle Rachel?”

She turned, watching the small light bob up and down in the farthest corner of the chamber. “I guess she did then. So what does being sprinkled with fairy dust do?”

“This.”

His mouth swooped down to kiss her deeply. His kiss was extraordinary as he tugged on her lower lip with gentle nibbles. She leaned into him and snaked her tongue into his mouth, trying to elicit a response from him. She was rewarded with his tongue coming together with hers to war for supremacy. Deliberately, she pulled herself from the ever-enticing ritual.

Rachel gulped in a few deep breaths, her hand holding him at bay. “Okay…we’ve established that fairy dust heightens one’s sexual response. Is that all it does?”

He pulled up from kissing her neck, his large hand caressed her face. “No, the dust has a lot of magical properties. We will have to complete what we start. I hope you do not mind…it has been a long time for me. The fairy dust makes our lust palpable, like a living thing until the need is fulfilled we can do little else. Not doing so will only lead to torment everlasting.”

While she looked at him, his eyes darkened. Leaning in, she gave him a quick peck on the mouth without lingering. It was hard for her to stop as she wanted to learn every aspect of this man’s body. Yet, she needed to know just why she was here. “I don’t mind at all, but I need to know more first.” She ran her hands up his arms and was rewarded with a shiver.

He closed his eyes as if to still his wants, his desires. “You will have to stop doing that if you want me to tell you anything.”

She looked around the room to see if there were any place else to sit and didn’t find another. “It’s going to be hard since we’re both on the couch.”

He lifted his hands from her. “I will try to restrain myself. Promise.”

The corners of her mouth lifted and she chuckled. “I think we better be quick before our resolve fades.”

“Agreed.” He crossed his arms over his massive chest.

“So, we’ve established that you were trained by Merlin. Then why are you here?” It took everything in her not to reach out to touch his body.

Dewin inched closer. “I believe the man wanted to punish me.”

“Punish you? Why?” Rachel leaned back to observe the wizard sitting next to her.

“I was very good at what I did. So good that I had the ire of Morgaine and her son, Modred, thrust upon me.” His shoulders dipped in apparent defeat, as if remembering some wrong he’d done.

“Wasn’t Modred Arthur’s son as well?”

He looked quite shocked as if she had touched upon a previously unknown secret. “I suppose he was. Only Merlin ever knew for sure. Arthur had three sisters and Modred was Morgawse’s son for sure.” He gave her a wry smile. “Morgawse is the same person as Morgaine. Now she’s sometimes called Morgan le Fay as well, according to you and Nora.” He paused as if to sift through fact and myth. “I never could get Merlin to tell me the whole truth of it. Arthur considered him to be more of a nephew than a son, especially when Morgaine brought the boy up to hate him.”

Rachel remembered once reading something about what he said but would have to research it further should she ever get back home. “Okay. So what happened?”

“Merlin and I fought on the eve before the great battle. I do not suppose you know the outcome?” His hopeful gaze filled her with remorse as she shook her head sadly.

“Everything is shrouded in mists and legends. It’s said that Arthur and Modred killed each other on the great battlefield. No one really knows because no one has ever found anything that tells what actually happened. It’s also said that Arthur is buried in the mists of Avalon, whatever that means. Most of our history comes from a time many years after the events actually took place. So how did you end up here?”

“Merlin brought me to the great monoliths and cast a spell upon it. He told me it was for my own good since I meddled too much. I only tried to save Arthur, as was my lot in life.” He hung his head, hands clasped before him. “I attempted to fight back, but I was no match for my master.”

“I’m sorry.” Rachel laid a gentle hand upon his arm. “Is there anything that can break the spell?” She tried to comfort him the best she could since she still didn’t understand the circumstance of how he came to be under Stonehenge.

Dewin stopped and gripped both of her hands. “I think you are the one to break the spell.”

Shocked, she yanked her fingers away. “What do you mean, I can break the spell?”

He reached out and pulled her hands back into his, his rough fingers rubbing gentle circles on hers. “Merlin’s spell was special...different.”

She allowed him to massage her, to bring back the tightness in her breasts and the wetness to her crotch. Rachel wanted this man like she’d never desired another. And that was something her logical lawyer mind found hard to accept. She felt as if this was a dream she would be waking from any moment. “How different?” she questioned quietly.

“I believe it involved a love spell of sorts.” His gaze made her body tingle in a foreign and wicked way.

“Love spell?” she echoed, not wanting to believe her ears or his smoldering glance.

“Yes. One that involved a very special woman who was born on a summer solstice, which was accompanied by a full moon. Was the moon full when you were born?”

The earnestness of his question caught her off guard.

She swallowed hard. Rachel had listened many, many times as her mother recounted the fullness of the moon as it cast shadows along the hills of her parents’ farm. Her mother always told her that night had been magical in so many ways. Now here she was in a place defined by magic. “Yes, it was.”

“Ah…then the die is cast. You are my fate.” A dark shadow stubbled his sculpted jaw as his mane of black hair curled from his forehead to just below his ears. He really was a dream come true.

“What does that mean?” Rachel’s husky voice whispered of her needs, waiting to be fulfilled.

“Only you can free us.” Dewin moved even closer.

“Me? How can I do that when I don’t really know where here is?” Her chest tightened and all her senses rocketed beyond any she’d ever known.

“Only you have the power.” His gaze slid casually down her body before rising to meet hers.

“I don’t understand.” She closed her eyes against the heat she saw sizzling in his gaze.
What am I missing here?

“I know and I cannot tell you, even though I want to.” His voice made her want to lean in closer as the sensual sound slid over her like a gentle caress.

“Why can’t you?”

“It is part of the spell. All I can tell you is that you are the key.”

It distressed her heart that she could free them and yet she didn’t know the first thing about getting it done.

“Please do not worry about it. Our freedom will find a way through our desire.” He began to caress her arms. “I would rather get back to what we were doing.”

All other thoughts flew from her head as she realized she too wanted to do that very thing.
How can I be this turned on? I’ve only just met the man.
Her body responded and it was what she wanted to do more than anything. It had been ages since she’d had a good fuck. No, no. That was totally the wrong turn of phrase...making love would be what they did.

Dewin’s hand drifted up her leg and as he moved she could feel every caress as if they were skin to skin. He cupped her pussy through the blue jeans she wore. Sliding his hand up under her shirt, forcing her bra aside, he found her nipple and rubbed it into a hard, taut nub. “I would like you to take off your clothes. They are very foreign to me. Most women in my time had very few things under their clothes and all were fastened by buttons. Yours have new parts I do not understand.” He stroked the zipper on her jeans.

Rachel stood before him, and shyness overcame her. It had been years since she undressed for a man and something told her this time would be different—very different—from anything that she’d experienced.

“You do not need to be shy. I think you are beautiful as you are.” Warm and lush, his voice caressed her already heightened senses as he leaned in and kissed her stomach.

“I’m not,” she whispered, her hand moving in his hair.

He looked up at her, stunned. “Who has made you believe you are not a beautiful woman?” he questioned harshly. “Every woman is beautiful in their own way. They just need to learn to be comfortable with that beauty.”

“Remember that I told you society was a whole lot different than your time?”

“I do.”

“I’m considered overweight in my time.”

“Overweight…what do you mean by ‘overweight’?” He contemplated her with a bewildered gaze.

She sighed.
How did one explain to another who didn’t understand today’s society?
“I have too much meat on my bones.”

He quirked his eyebrows. “Ah.” Dewin started at the top of her head and leisurely scanned down her whole body once more. Again, there was a moment of being uncomfortable before he completed his assessment. “Whoever told you that is wrong. You appear to have curves in all the right places. I like a woman with—how did you put it?—meat on her bones. Please undress and let me be the judge.”

She swallowed hard. Rachel wanted this man to like her and her body. She just wished there were some way to turn down the light. “Can’t we turn off the light?”

“I will dim them for you, but I will not turn them out. I want to see you and I want you to see me.”

Relief flooded Rachel when the lighting softened and embraced them in its glow. She unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. She reached around and unsnapped her bra, letting it float to lie on top of her shirt. Next, she pushed off her shoes and pulled off her socks. She realized she was going too quickly and slowed down. Biting her lip in consternation, she unfastened her pants and pushed them down her legs. She fondled the elastic band of her panties and hesitated for a moment before pulling them down around her ankles.

Suddenly, Dewin was by her side, caressing her body. His hand brushed the vee of hair between her legs, seeking entrance to her innermost places. His mouth swooped down and his tongue probed the inner recesses of hers, demanding she give her all. She felt a moan swell in the back of her throat. His large hands rubbed her breasts, bringing each peak to full arousal. They were replaced by his mouth and she felt like a sapling in a strong wind. She gasped in surprise when his hands replaced his mouth, tugging and prodding her body to an even greater response.

Rachel knew she’d only dreamt of the things he would do to her. There was something more primitive about this man than any other she had ever known. He got down on his knees in front of her and spread her legs a little wider.

“I am going to make love to you like no one has ever done before.” Leaning in, his thumbs spread her vulva, allowing him full access to her clit. She moaned, leaned her head back, and enjoyed the feeling of a man worshiping her body, something she’d never really experienced in all her life. Not even with the college boy.

Breathing heavily, she realized she was going to fall down. As if by magic, a soft cushion appeared behind her and she allowed herself to be pushed into its plush depths. “What was that?” she managed to ask, each stroke pushing her higher than before.

“Magic and its advantages.” He ran a hand up between her breasts, he caressed her jaw and neck, leisurely moving down to her breasts, stroking them again into hard nubs.

“This isn’t fair,” she murmured. “I want your clothes off too.”

Again, magic took care of the seemingly impossible. A smattering of dark hair dotted his chest, which flowed into a flat abdomen and on down to his now-hard shaft. Reaching down, Rachel tried to touch and caress him.