She was so wet and hot, so responsive in his arms. His soul roared with possession and the need to mark her as his in some elemental way.
She mewled in the back of her throat as she approached her climax. The squelching sounds of his fingers buried in her flesh mixed with her moans and soft sighs. Her eyes fluttered closed and her lip was still caught between her teeth. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he dipped down to feast on her breasts.
“Come for me, Em. Give yourself to me. I want your pleasure.”
She writhed and bucked, clamping down on his fingers, coming with a surprised cry. Her cream gushed from her and rained over his hand, scalding him. Her clit bloomed under his thumb and pulsed in time with her clenching inner muscles.
“Yesss,” she hissed in a long groan as she stiffened and then relaxed against his body.
He slowly pulled his hand out of her panties and picked her up, carrying her to the couch and pulling her jeans off, leaving her in those silky red panties.
“Thank you,” she said dreamily as he ran his hands up her legs.
“Thank you, Em. It’s such a pleasure to watch you fly apart in my arms.” He stood, took off his sweater and tossed it to her. “Put this on or I’ll be too distracted.”
Of course, the sight of her in his sweater, her long legs naked, her face flushed, was more than distracting. It touched him in deep places he’d forgotten existed over the long years of his life.
“Distracted is bad?” she teased, running her hands up her torso and over her breasts. His cock threatened to burst through his zipper and cause him permanent damage.
“Stop that, minx. You wanted explanations. I’m going to give them to you and then I’m going to fuck you from behind.” He put his arms across his chest and stood, feet apart in the stance of a warrior.
“Okay, but that,” she motioned to him, “is also distracting. Stop it.”
He grinned. “Tell me more. What specifically is distracting?”
“God, a ten-thousand-year-old legend fishing for compliments. Your biceps all bulgy and muscly, so sexy I can’t stand it. Don’t fold your arms like that. Just sit down.”
He flexed his arms for her and quirked up a grin when her eyes widened at the sight. “Oh, all right.” He sat down across from her. “First things first, we need to resolve this issue that you seem to have difficulty understanding. Let me be very specific so there is no misunderstanding this time.”
He leaned forward and grabbed her chin and tipped it so that she was looking directly in his gorgeous golden eyes. “You are my woman, Em. You were meant for me and you know I was meant for you. I’ve been alive ten thousand years. There have been other women but never, ever, has a woman made me feel this way. You will not question this. You will not question why I am here, why I want you in my bed. These things simply are and you know that no matter how much you pretend not to.” He kissed her softly, the barest brush of his lips against her own.
She looked at him and felt him inside her heart, in her soul. She wanted to believe him with all that she was but it was frightening to make the leap. She’d always imagined that when she fell in love it would be with someone she could read. That she’d have her gift to always know if what was between her and her husband was true. But she couldn’t read Con. Could she take what he was saying on faith?
“Now that we’ve taken care of that, we can get on to the topic of the book. The book you’re looking for is ours. You drew one of the symbols from it and it alerted my queen, who then sent me to watch you to see what your intentions were,” he said simply.
“Ours? As in Faerie magic ours?”
“Yes. Does Adelade Belton have the book, Em? It’s very important that it not go into the hands of the wrong person. Or any person for that matter. It needs to be returned to us before it can cause harm.”
“Well, what the heck do you think I’ve been trying to do!” she exclaimed. “I’m trying to protect my family. Our power comes from a Compact. The power flows to us from that Compact in exchange for our protection of the innocents in our area. The magic in this book could dissolve that agreement and our power would be lost.”
“So give me the book and I’ll get it back to a safe place. I would never let you or your family come to harm. You’re mine to protect now.”
She stood up. “I don’t have it! Why do you think I’m here?” She rolled her eyes as she began to pace. “You’ve been spying on me since January?”
“Yes.”
“Oh my god! What do you think I am? Did you think I would use the book for some kind of nefarious activity? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Why are you so upset? I knew pretty much from the start that you weren’t going to use the book for evil but I was under orders from the queen not to reveal myself and to report back to her. I finally convinced her to let me speak with you and today I went to get her permission to tell you why I’d contacted you and why I wanted to know about the book. I didn’t want any lies between us.”
She threw up her hands and groaned in anguished confusion, walking to the doors that looked out over the city. It was overwhelming. It would have been confusing enough if he’d been a human man but this gorgeous specimen? Surely once he got what he came for he’d go back and she’d never see him again. She couldn’t hold a ten-thousand-year-old immortal male! Faerie females were reputed to be great beauties with incredible magical power. She was an okay-looking empath, nothing special. She felt so far out of her league it made her dizzy.
“You’re thinking again, Em. It’s always troublesome when you do that. You work yourself up into some kind of state where you start to beat on yourself or me. Stop it. Believe in me, Em. Believe in yourself.”
She took a deep breath and turned back to him. “I don’t know how.” She was quiet for a few moments and held up a hand to keep him back. She took a deep breath and forged on. “I’m supposed to go to Adelade’s and look through her library. I think she has the book but doesn’t know it. She’s got a collection of books in dead languages that she’s been unable to translate. I think the book is there. I was going to see if I could match the symbol to any of them. I’ll just take you with me and you can have the book and take it back to wherever and I’ll go home and the world will be safe for another season.” Her heart stuttered at the thought of never seeing him again.
“Why do you doubt me, a ghra?” He wanted to shake her but he heard the doubt in her voice—the fear.
“I don’t even know what I doubt. I don’t understand this situation. I don’t know what to do or say.” Confused, she turned away and he caught her around the waist, pulling her into his body.
“You think I understand it?”
“Aidan told me that you were a womanizer.”
He stiffened and for the first time in thousands of years felt embarrassment and regret over his behavior. He didn’t understand it but he knew that the woman in his arms would be the only woman for him for the rest of his life. He’d waited all of his life for her and now that he had her there was simply no way he’d let her go.
He sighed and sat down, pulling her onto his lap and into the shelter of his body. “Em, I won’t deny that there have been many women before you and that I have a reputation for being a great lover of women. But I object to the term womanizer. I never manipulated or hurt the women I was with.
“But that means nothing now. How can I convince you that you’re the only woman I want? The only one I need?” He gentled his tone and touched her face.
“I don’t know,” she whispered softly. But she didn’t care because at that moment, in his arms, she didn’t want anything else. She’d figure out the rest later but for now she just wanted him to touch her.
“A ghrá mo chroí, let me show you with my body, prove to you with my touch,” he whispered seductively as he nuzzled the place where her neck met her shoulder.
She sighed as she turned into his body to give him more access.
He felt a surge of triumph as she s
oftened and surrendered to him. He drew off the sweater and turned her to face him astride his lap. “Your body is incredible,” he murmured as he skimmed his lips across her collarbone and down the seductive curve of her breast. He curled his tongue around her nipple and she shuddered.
She reached between them to undo his pants but he grabbed her and held her wrists together at the small of her back.
“I want to touch you,” she said, her words slightly slurred as he abraded her nipple with his teeth.
“You will. But for now, I plan to feast on you and I won’t stop until I get my fill,” he said in that musical voice that she’d come to love.
He used his free hand, sliding it down her neck and over the other breast, stopping to palm her nipple and then roll and tug on it until she arched into him, grinding her pussy over his lap.
“Take your hair down. I love the way it looks when it’s unbound… The way it feels when it glides over my skin,” she breathed out.
He looked into her face and reached back, removing the leather thong holding his hair back and it tumbled free. Her eyes closed at the intensity of feeling as the silky texture feathered over the skin of her arms.
“Wrap your legs about my waist,” he ordered, still holding her wrists so that she couldn’t move her arms.
She squirmed so that she could wrap her legs around him and he stood, carried her into the bedroom and deposited her on the bed. He stood over her, his golden eyes glittering with desire.
“So long and lithe. Sexy.” He picked up her foot and massaged the arch, his big hands kneading. “Your legs do me in. I love long legs and every time I look at yours all I can think of is having them wrapped around my waist or thrown over my shoulders.” He gave her a wicked grin and moved his hands up her calves. He knelt beside the bed and laved the backside of her knee and she gave a soft, breathy moan of pleasure.
He traced up the inside of her thighs with his fingertips, carefully skating over her pussy, up to the waistband of her panties. She watched as he drew them down her legs, tossing the scrap of silk to the side. He drew open her labia with his thumbs. “So pink and pretty, soft and,” he leaned in and gave a long lick, “juicy. Knowing I’m the first, and the only man to ever be here and see this, touch this, taste this…it makes me hard. Makes me want to show you a hundred times a day just how good I can make you feel.”
Em stared at Con, unable to speak around the lump in her throat. This man did things to her, thawed out her heart, made her feel desire. Desired.
She reached down and caressed his face, drawing him upwards, needing his lips on hers. When he kissed her she felt the last bit of the defensive wall she’d built around her heart shatter into a million pieces. She knew she’d been lying to herself that it was just about wanting him sexually. She admitted to herself then that she’d never be able to stop herself from loving him. That she already had loved him since before she’d ever met him.
He devoured her. Using lips, tongue and teeth he tasted every bit of her mouth. Their tongues slid seductively against each other, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, between his teeth. She tasted like innocence and seduction all at the same time, and of the red wine she’d been drinking. The faint smell of citrus rose from her skin as his touch heated her.
“I want you to be mine, Em. Will you give yourself to me?” he asked seductively, his lips against her ear as he kissed and bit along her neck.
“Yes,” she said because there was no other answer.
He rubbed his face catlike along the inner curves of her cleavage. “I’m going to put my cock here and fuck your gorgeous breasts,” he murmured and she whimpered. Hearing him talk that way made her feel deliciously naughty.
He bit and licked her nipples using the flat of his tongue, the sides and the tip until she was trembling on the knife edge of orgasm. He pulled his lips back and she made a sharp sound and pulled him back toward her.
“I’ll bring you to climax, a ghra, but in my own way.” He flipped her over onto her stomach and licked down the long line of her spine, swirling his tongue in each dimple at the base. He drew the tips of his fingers over her heated, sensitive flesh and she arched, opening herself to him.
“Your ass should have odes written to it,” he murmured teasingly and bit one cheek and then the other. She pulled away from him and he pulled her right back. “Oh no, don’t hold yourself away from me, Em. You said you’d give yourself to me, that you’d be mine. I mean to have every bit, body and soul.” He drew back—she could feel his hair slide over her back and thighs. “Ass up in the air, mo fiach.”
She did as he ordered and cried out as he pressed his face into her pussy. Growling, he pushed her thighs further apart. “Such a taste. Such a tight, hot pussy and all mine.” He lapped at her swollen flesh, taking long licks, gathering her juice up, devouring her as if she were a ripe plum.
“Has any other man ever touched this pussy?” he growled at her.
“N-no,” she moaned into her pillow as he traced the blunt pad of a middle finger over the rosette of her anus while slowly sliding a finger into her gate.
“Never? No hands, no lips or teeth?” he asked as he grazed her clit with the edge of his teeth, flicking across it with the tip of his tongue.
Her thighs began to tremble. “No!” She squeaked as he slid his thumb into her ass and pinched her perineum between thumb and forefinger.
“No?” he asked and drew back.
“Ack! Don’t stop! I meant no—no one else has touched me but you,” she cried out with frustration and pressed back toward him.
He chuckled wickedly and resumed his erotic devastation of her body.
“Has anyone but me ever made you come?”
“Yes.”
He stopped and slapped one ass cheek sharply.
“Ow!” she cried out and the pain was replaced by a warm pleasure as he blew over the sting.
“Who?” he asked with deadly menace.
“Me…”
“Oh,” he said as he slid another finger inside her and sucked her clit fully into his mouth.
Her eyes slid shut and she pressed her face into the pillow. She was unable to hold back a scream as her climax slammed into her body and every single nerve ending sparked to life and fried.
Before her body stopped spasming, he moved up and slid his cock into her. Her body stretched to accommodate his, welcoming him back with a tight squeeze of muscle. “Oooh…yesss,” she groaned as he pushed into her wet heat. “I’ve never felt anything so good.”
He stopped when he was seated completely inside her, his fingertips tracing the lines of her vertebrae, each rib, the curve of her back, the slope of her breasts.
“About that ‘you making yourself come’ thing,” he said as he pulled nearly all the way out and pushed back in. Satiation stole over him, his eyes were heavy-lidded, muscles warm and lax. “We should talk about that in detail. I might need a demonstration or two.”
She’d never felt so damned full in her life. His cock sliced through her. He had a slight curve and each inward stroke caused the fat head to brush across the bundle of nerves she thought only existed in books. Each pass over that sweet spot caused her such intense pleasure that it bordered on pain. She wanted to pull away from him at the same time that she ground herself back against him to get more.
Con was very close to losing control. She was so wet that her thighs were glistening with her honey, as were his thighs, and the heat of it scalded his balls. Still virgin-tight, her muscles clutched at him desperately, pushing him, begging him to slam into her over and over. It didn’t help that she was thrusting that delicious ass back at him, grinding into each thrust and making erotic whimpers and mewls of pleasure deep in her throat.
Em could sense him holding back. She wanted all of him—he’d taken all of her and she wanted the same in return. “Don’t hold back with me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he ground out around clenched teeth.
“Oh just fuck me alread
y! I’ll tell you if you hurt me.” She pressed back at him hard. A juicy slap sounded through the room as their flesh met. “Please, give yourself to me, Con. All of you.”
That last comment pushed the tatters of his control aside. He grabbed her hips to steady her and hold her still and he pulled nearly all of the way out. He teased her with his cock head until she was whimpering. Finally, as she begged for it, he slammed into her, bumping her cervix. She yelled out, not in pain but in pleasure.
The delirious pleasure her tight pussy walls created burned through him like a brand—she marked him from the inside out. He pistoned into her body, watching her breasts sway delectably with each thrust. She swiveled her hips when she met his downstroke and he moaned.
Her body was milking him, pulling his pleasure out of him, wringing him out. He reached around and lightly fluttered the tip of his finger over her clit. She shattered into a million stars as he took her over the edge yet again.
The tight clutch of her pussy was all he could take and he slammed into her as he came, her name a shout on his lips. He held her tight against him as he pulsed into her over and over.
Chapter Six
Her legs gave out first. She crumpled beneath him and he quickly rolled to the side and pulled her on top of him. Her hazel eyes met his. “Wow.”
“I second that,” he said with a laugh as he leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. He smoothed his hands down her back to her bottom.
“So, getting back to you getting yourself off. What do you fantasize about when your fingers are buried deep inside your pussy? Hmmm?” His eyes had that glow about them that Em realized meant he was turned on.
She quirked up a smile. “Honestly?”
“Well, you can weave me a sexy story later with another scenario of your choosing but knowing you, I’m betting the truth is sexier.”
“I fantasize about you.”
He blinked at her. “You never touched yourself before yesterday?”