It had been snowing for several days. Everything was covered in a blanket of white. Silence reigned. It was if the world had fallen asleep. Of course, it had. It worked that way. Winter is a season of sleep, of death. Cernunnos has given of himself and Danu mourns for him. Nevertheless, he will come again and with him will come the warmth of spring.
Winter is not my favorite time of year. That is not to say it isn't beautiful in its own way. I just prefer the bright colors of spring when the world is new. I like the changing of summer into fall when all the earth prepares for sleep.
However, this year Yule brought with it some very pleasurable distractions. My home is pretty much in the middle of nowhere. I prefer it that way. Forests surround my house. It is peaceful and quiet. There is only a one-lane road leading to it. They must have been driving slowly to see it amid the snowfall.
Nevertheless, I heard the car well before it came into view of the house. It was not one of those large SUVs. It was a small Renault alliance. I was surprised he fit into it but somehow he managed. They walked up to my porch and knocked on the door.
"Evening," he said in a low husky voice.
He was about my height at six foot, muscular but not overly so. He worked out but did not take it to the extreme. His dark skin tone spoke of his Native American heritage as loudly as his fine high cheekbones. I felt the first stirrings of desire when I looked into those dark eyes. His hair was pulled back from his face. A ponytail showed when he turned to look at his companion. Apparently, my silence had unnerved him a little bit.
"Good evening," I said softly, leaning against the doorframe. Reluctantly I tore my eyes from him and turned to look at the person standing at his side. He dwarfed her. Oh but the curves were in all the right places. Her lush figure made my hands itch to caress every inch of the alabaster skin.
Her heart shaped face spoke of sweetness but the look in her large green eyes said there was fire in that tiny package, fire and passion. Long dark lashes swept down to shield her thoughts but it was too late. I had already seen the lust in them as they had roamed over my bare chest.
"My name is Erik. This is my girlfriend Renée. We're sorry to bother you this late in the evening, but we seem to be lost," Erik said.
"You're a long way from any of the main roads," I said. "I'm surprised you even found my driveway. Come inside and get warmed up."
I held the door open and stepped to one side so they could enter. Renee's eyes immediately went bouncing around the foyer. It was simple yet elegant. I liked it.
"You may hang your coats in that closet. There's a mat at the bottom for your shoes," I said. "I'll go make some hot cocoa. We'll see if we can't warm you up a bit from the inside before we do anything else."
I turned and padded, barefoot, into the kitchen. Even though I was a distance away, I still heard their conversation. I am a Sidhe after all and these pointed ears are not just decoration.
"Erik," the woman whispered. "I want him."
"You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that," Erik groaned.
For a few moments, there was silence. I had to smile to myself. It was obvious what they were doing and the scent of their arousal was rather intoxicating. It was a good thing I shared their desire. Otherwise, they would have been in for a rude awakening. This was my home and I ruled here.
By the time they finished making out in my front hall I had the cocoa ready. I smiled as Erik took the seat closest to me. He smelled musky, spicy. It was a very tempting scent. There was no cologne to mask it. Renee took the stool next to his as I handed them each a mug.
"This should warm you right up," I said. My voice had taken on that husky quality that usually precedes really great sex.
"You live here alone?" Renee asked as she carefully sipped her drink. Her fingers twirled a ringlet of heavy auburn hair from the tail at the back of her head.
"For the most part," I answered, a small smile barely tilting the corners of my mouth. "I have the occasional visitor. Sometimes a lover stays for a few days. Not many though. Only the ones I deem special enough get to come here."
"You have many lovers?" Erik asked from beneath hooded eyes.
"I'm particular about who shares my bed," I answered as I moved to stand behind his chair. Leaning forward, I whispered in his ear with barely a centimeter of space between my chest and his back. "They have to be able to keep up with me. Only a few have succeeded. I can be quite... voracious and aggressive."
I could hear Renee panting as she watched us, standing so close together. I turned my head to look at her, my braids sliding over my shoulder to lie along his back. Her eyes were dark with desire. Her breath made her breasts heave beneath the tight fabric of her shirt, such a tempting sight.
"I'll find you something warm to change into," I said casually as I stepped away from them. The groans were music to my ears. The fire within them was growing.
Rummaging through the several closets in my house, I located robes for both of them. Renee's was a soft dark green and made of silk. Erik's was deep blue velvet with rope trim. The house itself was fairly warm but their skin would still be a bit chilled from their wet clothing.
When I returned downstairs Renee was leaning against Erik. I hid my smile at the way their hands absently stroked each other. I watched them for a few moments. Their mouths met and danced away, teasing and then returning. I could see Erik's tongue slipping into her mouth, stroking and then withdrawing, making her chase it. She whimpered softly and I felt a tightening in my groin. Oh yes, I would have them, both of them, tonight.
"If you would follow me upstairs," I said as if I had just come in. "I'll show you where you can get changed. I hope these fit. If you want, you can take a warm shower after you get out of those wet clothes. You'd probably feel better."
"That's very kind of you," Renee smiled.
"This way," I answered.
My movement changed as I led them up the stairs. The desire flowed through me, making them almost liquid. I could feel their eyes on me, running over every inch of my body. I didn't glance over my shoulder. I knew they would follow wherever I went. I had them hooked. I stopped at the rooms next to mine. Leaning against the doorjamb, I waited for them.
