Catch & Hold-Legend (Legend series) (13 page)

“Don’t intend to, darlin’—we have all the supplies we need right here at MacDaun,” she said with a decided movement of her head. She winked at me and turned to leave, but I went after her and hugged her again. She patted my back, and then she was closing the door after her. I turned to find Danté backing me against the wall.

“Now … as I was saying …” His voice was low and husky as he bent his head to mine.

“Yes, just what were you saying?” I asked as he ground his hard shaft against my belly and I longed for it … er … elsewhere.

I looked him up and down and, oh man, he was something. His cock looked as though it was just about to tear through his leather pants as he moved suggestively in a beat that had me about to reach down and stroke it.

I am just a stupid, immature child, because do you know what I said? I said, “Stop. What do you think you are doing?”

He scooped me up impatiently and said on a husky note, “Don’t you know, love? Don’t you know?”

He lowered me to the bed, and I watched as he thought away his leather pants and stood before me with that huge, wide rod of his dancing to the tune of ‘expectations’.

“No—I don’t know, Danté … What
are
you doing? What do you think
we are
doing?”

He bent over me and touched my face. “Z … do I have to spell it out for you? I thought you smarter than that.”

“Well then, you are wrong. Spell it out for me so there can be no mistake,” I whispered.

He climbed onto the bed, and with a slow lowering of his lashes, my clothes were gone and his hands were cupping my breasts. He groaned, and his voice was a low-throttled engine humming with desire as he told me, “I love you, Radzia MacDaun, and I want the ceremonial joining of our names …”

I put my arms out, grabbed hold of his huge biceps, and drew him even closer. “You got it, fella … cuz I love you too.”

He was on me then, his tongue deep inside my mouth teasing my throat, calling on the response that was always his to command, and his hands, those magic hands worked my body.

I broke away from that kiss because I wanted to touch him. I found his cock and groaned with pleasure as I felt its length and width between my fingers. It was dripping and throbbing, and I used my Fae strength and pushed him onto his back so that I could get into position to lick his pulsating dick before taking it into my mouth. He said my name so loud I thought they would hear it in the next county.

I kissed and sucked and nibbled and licked and felt myself ready to explode when he grabbed me between my legs with his magic hand and made me do just that. And then while I was still shuddering with the aftermath of my climax, he rolled me onto my back, held his dick to my breasts, and whispered, “I love your big, beautiful tits—Z, they are so tantalizing, you make my mouth water. I look at you and get a hard-on that won’t let me be. I want you all the time. Z … you drive me mad with desire …”

And then he was suckling at one nipple and then the other as his body moved against mine, as he spread my legs with his knees and positioned himself there. He wanted me to ask for it, and I gave him what he wanted because it was what I wanted too. I wanted him to understand me. “Danté, ram that big thing in me …
fuck me now
.”

“
No
,” he said. “I want this to last …” And then he moaned as he took his cock in his hands and rubbed the opening between my legs, making me wet and hot. As I bumped into him begging for more he said, “Z … you are so hot and wet, and I want to fuck you now, but first …”

He moved into position, held my ass up to meet his face, and buried his tongue inside of me—lapped and nibbled until I raised up higher and my back arched with the exquisite release that shot through me once more, exploding in my veins and making me convulse with pleasure and the aftermath of pleasure over and over again. I made sounds that I didn’t know I had in me—and then while I was still shuddering from the aftershocks, he slammed his big cock into me and drove me wild with primal need all over again.

He reached around my butt and made a tentative entry there with his finger as he pleasured me with movements I had not thought possible.

Then he suddenly pulled me on top of him without allowing our bodies to separate as he continued to pump me full of his huge and talented dick, and I reciprocated with enthusiasm. I was lost to him, to the way he made love to me.

There was no separation of mind and heart—there was a melding of two into one, and I had no doubts. He made me feel—no, not just feel, he made me realize—that there was an invisible force, a bond between us, as though no one else existed, nothing else mattered.

Then he whispered in my ear, and his tone held a reverence of feeling, “Z … you make me come to life inside … here.” He pounded on his chest while his dick throbbed inside me and I felt the beat of his hunger. His words were poetry to me as he said on a growl of emotion, “Where they say a Fae doesn’t have a heart, where my essence beats, that is where you are. You fill my mind with who you are and make me more than I am or ever could be without you. Z—I am yours always.”

His words blasted all other considerations into nothingness. There was only Danté and me, and now I knew completely what my mother was going through. I realized why more than ever; I felt the ‘why’ I’d only partially understood before. She had slipped into illusion if only to bring him back. I knew in that moment I wouldn’t want to live without Danté.

We made love for hours. He took me in every position with a passion I had never before known. He took me in ways that made us burn everything around us. Let me tell you this, Fae stamina in general is legendary, but Danté—whew, there is no other I can imagine like him. I was sure the human in me was calling for a reprieve, but I didn’t listen. I wanted everything he had to give.

It was nearly dawn. “Rest now, my
enfant
 … we have a few hours and then we must go and find the warlock and finish him.”

“Why? What does he matter now? The queen has closed the pit …” I looked at him for confirmation. “Hasn’t she?”

“No—although I can’t fathom her reasoning,” he said on a frown.

“Perhaps she thought he might return there to contact Gaiscioch?” I offered.

He considered this. “She was hoping we could draw Gais out, so that may be true, but I think it is deeper than that. It is always deeper than that with the queen because she is ‘far sighted’. Gais found a way to get out early on, but only for a few hours at a time—now it won’t be long before he is out permanently. Perhaps she hoped we could get to the pit and lay in wait for him there where she believes the warlock means to aid him?” He sighed heavily. “She also thinks he means to use the warlock against us while he attacks.”

I snorted with disbelief. “Why? We have his number.” And then I frowned. “Wait a minute … when did she tell you that?”

“As we left her—she whispered the message on the channel between our minds.”

“I have a feeling the pit is not the kind of place Gais will come through. It is too gypsy for him. He won’t want to work his way out of the pit.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I saw him up close and almost too personal, and I also know there is only one way to kill Gais and that is ruthlessly.” I shook my head. “
I am
going to kill him, and, Danté, I know how now. I mean to trap him and then slowly take his immortal life so that he knows he is finished, but I don’t think it will be at the pit. He will be suspicious of the fact that the queen has allowed that portal to remain open.”

Danté considered this for a moment and sighed heavily. “Nevertheless, we must find him. We both need to have him dead … for I wish to avenge you, my love, for the pain he has caused you.”

I snuggled him for those words and asked, “Are we allowed to kill the warlock? Isn’t he human?”

“No longer … he is a sorcerer, but if you have any doubts about it, there are other ways to put an end to someone like him, probably worse than death.”

I had an idea what he meant, but he was stroking my face and whispering all the things I wanted to hear as he massaged me back to sleep …

~ Six ~

SOME HOURS LATER we shifted to Aaron Dunbar’s home, and although Rolo was back in place once more hanging from the chain around my hip and at my back, he had a slew of things to say about the pillow that had fallen on him last evening. I suppose I shall have to create some sort of Hallow House for him in the future.

We also had our sheathed swords slung at our backs. We shifted first to the outside of Dunbar’s house. There was no sign of life, but we shifted inside anyway. I looked at Danté and shook my head. I wasn’t picking up anything recent, and then a draft waved in my direction full with Dunbar’s fresh scent.

We scanned the house, but he wasn’t there, so we followed his scent. It took us to the MacClennys’ driveway and right up to the toolshed that housed the ‘pit portal’ in question.

He had definitely been there. Not only did the place reek of him, but candles had been candles lit there only recently, as I touched them and found the wax still warm. Humph. Where the heck was he?

We looked at each other and then went outside. “Where to, boss?” I teased as I sidled over to Danté and stroked his arm. He had donned human Glamour, but anyone looking at him would notice at once that he was exceptional. His dark sweater couldn’t hide the muscles flexing beneath. His height was commanding, the gold that glittered at me in his eyes was warm, loving, and mesmerizing, and I took a moment to admire.

There was no time for an answer as suddenly a familiar voice broke through our thoughts and said, “Radzia, sweet, my lovely child and Daoine Princess—you and the Tuatha Dé Royal are seriously needed!”

I looked up because the voice came from the sky, and it was familiar because I knew him well. He was so very welcome. I waved and shouted out his name, “Deimne!” He had been a part of my life for as long as I could remember. He was my mother’s dear friend, the last of his kind.

He hovered in the air, his great, iridescent-tipped white wings controlling the air current as he looked at me and smiled.

I laughed because Deimne loved being in the sky more than anything else—it made him feel superior, he had once confided to me when I was very young.

His upper body was naked but for the wide leather strap holding his death sword at his back. He didn’t have on the white and gold toga he normally wore; instead he sported tight-fitting brown leather pants and sandals. He is
not
a warrior but, as are all Fae, still muscular all the same, and I realized my peaceful Deimne was dressed for battle. Another reminder of how my world had changed.

His white gold hair usually blowing in the breeze was tied at the nape of his neck, and his smile though warm in greeting to me held a sense of urgency. His eyes, dark with the gravity of the situation he apparently had come to impart, looked us over.

Deimne was the last of his kind, the only winged Fae we Seelie Fae have ever known. He was a much beloved Daoine whose house, although not Royal, held a great deal of power. He was the Daoine Sluagh.

His wingspan was at least twenty feet, and his wings were quite beautiful as he whooshed to stay in place.

“Needed where?” Danté got right to the point.

“Danté, Prince of Lugh,” said my Deimne formally. I realized from the way they greeted one another, cautiously as much as cordially, that he and Danté must have met somewhere through the ages.

As I have said, Deimne was a friend I had loved all my life. In fact, as I was growing up, and to my father’s dismay, Deimne often took me on a tour of the skies.

At any rate, he nodded at my Danté and sized up the situation with a curt glance, even as he cast me an affectionate smile. “You have chosen well, Radzia. For a
Tuatha
 … he, I think, should do nicely for you.”

Danté didn’t have the patience for this and shook his head. “Deimne … if you please, you said
we are needed?”

Deimne’s wings shuffled at his back, and he looked as though he was about to take offense at Danté’s tone; however, he got it under control and said instead, “Yes. Prince Breslyn is helping BJ and Daremont Carrick at the Carrick Monoliths, and now we are about to have an ugly situation in Inverness—and as I understand it, Maxine and her mate Julian will be in grave danger very soon. There is no time to hesitate.”

“How do you know all this?” I asked.

“My sweet Shee Willow and Shayne Bantry are in the heat of battle at the Middle Lake, and Queen Aaibhe has joined them there to close the new portal that opened just an hour ago. Our own good Queen Mab has gone to Edinburgh with our Trackers to close the portal that opened there. But there is no time, Radzia—my very own and most precious Fios, my dear Maxine, and her Julian are mortals. We must hurry to protect them, as they don’t even have death weapons and Julian can only sense the Dark ones. He cannot actually see them if they are invisible or in human Glamour.”

“Then what the bloody hell are we waiting for?” Danté demanded.

“Indeed …” The Daoine Sluagh put up his chin. “It hasn’t happened yet. Shee Willow saw it in a vision she had but a few moments ago while she was in battle with the abominations. I was with them as well, and my dear Shee Willow called to me. She sent me to enlist your help for Maxine and Julian.”