Wild and untamed.
He wanted to shove up the shirt until his hand found her breast. But he held back. She hadn’t been in control with Taraeth. To give her back what had been taken, he would let her take complete control.
His hands remained at her waist until she quickly unbuttoned the shirt and brought his hand to her breast. She moaned into his mouth, her nipple going hard in his palm. While he teased the turgid peak, she unfastened his jeans and jerked them down his legs.
The need driving them was too great to go slow, too overwhelming to put off. No matter the dangers.
He felt the need driving her, ruling her. Not once had Kellan ever given control to a female, but with each kiss, each touch that Denae decided upon he saw the uncertainty vanish and the self-assured woman return.
“What do you want?” he asked her.
“You. I want you right here, right now,” she said between kisses.
He had to be inside her, had to feel her tight, slick walls envelop him.
Kellan smiled when she shoved down on his shoulders until he was sitting. She straddled him, a fierce, provocative look in her eyes. His hands landed on her hips as he held his breath while she rose up over his engorged cock.
It jerked, anxiously waiting to have her tight wetness surround him. She gasped and moaned, her head dropping back when she rubbed her sex against the head of his arousal.
She was oh, so wet, her chest heaving and her nipples hard. A woman flushed with desire and in control was a beautiful sight to behold.
“I need to feel you inside me.”
Something profound shifted in his chest. What was it about Denae that called to him time and again? What made her different from the other mortals? Every time he thought he had it figured out, she surprised him again.
Her head lifted and their gazes met. He waited for her to decide if this was really what she wanted. When a slow smile tilted up her lips, his balls tightened.
Then she gradually lowered herself onto his cock until he was fully sheathed. She moaned temptingly and her lips were swollen from his kisses, but it was her eyes glazed with pleasure and focused on him that stole his breath.
She began to rock her hips, the hunger pushing them ever onward. Her nails dug into his shoulders the harder she rode him. When she thrust a breast near his face, he eagerly took her turgid nipple into his mouth and suckled deeply.
The danger was an added element that sent them both careening toward a climax. His balls tightened when Denae whispered his name right as her body tightened around his rod. She stiffened with the force of her climax.
The instant her walls clamped around him, he welcomed his own orgasm as they traveled the road of pleasure together.
It took them, swept them into a paradise of light, the rapture, the ecstasy so forceful it shook Kellan to his very core.
They stayed as they were, breathing heavily, with Denae’s head on his shoulder. Reluctantly, Kellan lifted her head and kissed her slowly, languidly.
He wasn’t sure what had just happened to him, but he suspected it was profound. There wasn’t time to think on it now, however.
When she lifted her eyes to him, Kellan knew that somehow, someway he was irrevocably tied to her. It should have terrified him, but all he felt was … a rightness he couldn’t understand.
“You want to know why the Dark have no control over me?” Denae asked. “It’s you. I was in your arms. I had you inside me. You’re the one who kept me from falling under their spell.”
He slid his fingers into her coppery locks and yanked her against him. He liked her in control, but now it was his turn. “I’m going to take you again and again until that bastard is wiped from your mind.”
“He already has been. You let me do that,” she said with a small smile.
Kellan watched as she rose up on her knees and then climbed to her feet. He stood and helped button his shirt until her beautiful body was covered once more. He hadn’t expected her statement, and it did strange, amazing things to him. He cleared his throat to give himself time to gather his thoughts. “You shouldna have come back.”
“Shut up and help me figure out how to free you.”
He smiled despite himself. “There’s no lock, you stubborn wench. It’ll take magic.”
She cut her eyes to him and then stuck out her tongue. “I refuse to leave you, so just keep an eye out for those jerks to return and let me work.”
Kellan pulled up his jeans, not surprised to find he was already hard for her again.
Damn but she was beautiful.
*
Phelan dusted off his clothes and looked around the Irish countryside. It wasn’t that different than Scotland, but it lacked a … wildness that Scotland possessed.
A sound in the brush behind him had Phelan turning around. He spotted Tristan walking through the small copse of trees with nothing but a pair of jeans on.