Revelation of Blood (6 page)

My hands clawed at the back of his shirt,
pulling it out of his pants, as his hands kneaded my ass. I began
frantically trying to unbutton it and Archer’s hips ground harder
into the apex of my thighs.

“Do you want me, baby?” he growled against my
lips as I shoved his shirt off his shoulders.

“Need,” was all I could whisper and moved my
hands to his belt.

Archer set me down on the floor, his eyes
traveling hungrily down the length of my body. My eyes did the same
and I loved what I saw. His chest was broad and his pecs and abs
were beautifully, perfectly defined. I ran my nails down his front
and he grinned wickedly at me.

“Take your clothes off.”

I didn’t hesitate as I kicked my chucks clear
across the room and began unbuttoning my jeans.

“In a hurry?” He chuckled at my
eagerness.

“I haven’t had you inside me in almost three
weeks, Archer,” I breathed as I unzipped.

“I know baby and I intend to fix that…right
now.”

My jeans hit the floor and I stepped out of
them and toed them away as I lifted my tank over my head. I stood
in front of him in a see-through black bra and matching thong
panties.

His nose flared and desire poured off him in
waves. “All of it,” he growled, his eyes drinking in my newly
flawless skin. The last scar from my battle with Amun had faded
three days ago and this was the first time Archer had seen me naked
since before the injuries were inflicted by the sword.

I reached behind me and unhooked my bra,
drawing my shoulders forward and down, allowing the straps to
slowly slide down my arms before I let the cups slide down as
well.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as I moved down to
my panties, hooking my thumbs into the side strings and leisurely
lowering them down my thighs.

Archer began undressing, his eyes never
leaving my body. I heard the door to the bedroom click and I knew
we were finally free of our steward.

The black thong dropped and pooled at my
ankles as I reached up and ran my middle finger strategically
across my collarbone, between my breasts, and down my stomach.

“
Ifreann na Fola
,” he growled softly,
his ice blue eyes beginning to fade as his emotions took over. “I’m
going to fucking wreck you, baby.”

I gasped at the heat in his eyes as his words
rolled over me. I watched his final article of clothing hit the
floor and I bit the corner of my bottom lip as I sighed. “Come and
get me,” I breathed in excited anticipation and flashed across the
room.

Archer caught me right before I reached the
far row of windows and he pushed me roughly up against one as he
slid his free hand down my back, over my ass, and between my legs.
I arched my back, lifting my ass more for him, as his fingers found
my entrance.

“So wet,” he growled against my ear as he
drove two fingers further into me. I whimpered with need as he
slowly, tortuously stroked me. Looking over my shoulder, I met his
eyes and licked my swollen lips as I rolled my hips against him. He
withdrew from me and I watched as he slid his fingers into his
mouth and closed his eyes in ecstasy. “Sweet, too.”

Gasping at how turned on the action made me,
I tried to turn around, but he stopped me as he put more pressure
on my back with his free hand. “Place your hands above your head,”
he whispered into my ear. I instantly obeyed and he held my crossed
wrists with one of his hands as he pulled my hips further out and
widened my stance with one of his legs. “I’m going to fuck you now,
baby. You probably want to hold on.”

I splayed my fingers and tightened my grip on
the wall as he rubbed the head of his hard cock between my wet
folds. I was trembling with anticipation and began to whimper,
needing Archer inside me like I needed air to breathe. Slowly, he
slid the tip of himself into my opening and groaned at the contact.
I pushed my hips against him and he immediately withdrew.

“More,” I panted. “Please, Archer. I need
more.”

“We aim to please, Miss Morrison,” he rumbled
sexily against my ear before he scraped a fang against the
lobe.

With no warning, he slammed the full length
of his thick cock into me and I screamed out in pleasure and pain.
The crammed feel of him inside me made me moan in relief and I
whispered his name in approbation. He began moving, slowly picking
up his rhythmic, methodical pace as I thanked all that was good in
this world that I had him inside me again, right where he
belonged.

Sex with Archer was like poetry in motion; it
was sin incarnate and God made flesh all at the same time. It was
beautiful, exciting, soulful, and world-stopping. It was…absolutely
perfect. No man in my entire life had ever made love to me the way
that Archer Rhys could. Archer didn’t just make love to you, he
made love to your very soul; he broke down your entire being and
made you whole again stroke by stroke.

“Fuck you feel so good, Skye,” he growled as
he moved faster behind me. “So tight.”

“Harder, baby,” I pleaded as I pushed against
him. I felt a powerful orgasm building and I wanted nothing more
than the relief it would bring to my aching need.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and
flashed us to the bed. I was on my hands and knees as Archer
pounded me from the foot of the bed.

“Oh God,” I groaned as the sound of skin
hitting skin got louder. “Fuck yes!”

Archer took my hair and twisted it around one
fist, pulling just hard enough to hurt. “Do you like that, baby? Do
you like the way I fuck that sweet pussy?”

“Yes, Archer. Yes! Oh God…it’s so good,” I
moaned as I met him stroke for stroke. My breasts were heavy and my
nipples were aching for his touch. Archer read my mind and moved
one hand from my hair to my left breast, skillfully squeezing and
rolling the taut peak there.

I moaned as I held myself up with one hand
and kneaded my sensitive right breast with the other. Archer
growled in Gaelic behind me and I listened to the string of
sentences he was whispering. Hearing him speak his native language
was always a turn on for me and I gazed up at him over my shoulder
to watch. The look in his eyes was pure heat, pure passion, and
pure possession. This man was staking his claim to me, not just
with his cock but with his words and his eyes. He was telling me
that I belonged to him without actually whispering those words, at
least in English.

That was enough to drive me to the edge and I
whimpered as my legs began to shake. Archer moved his attention
from my nipple down to my swollen clit. The second he circled it
with the pad of his finger, I fell headlong into a blissfully
powerful, earthshaking orgasm.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as he listened to
my cries of passion.

He gently flipped my limp body over and
scooped me up in his arms as he moved us to the center of the bed.
“God, I’ve missed you baby,” he whispered against my lips as he
positioned himself in between my legs. “Waiting for you to heal was
the hardest wait of my life. I’ve wanted you in my arms, just like
this, for weeks.”

“I’ve missed you too,” I whispered back as I
stared into his faded blue eyes. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Archer entered me again, slowly this time,
and he briefly squeezed his eyes closed until he hit the hilt.
“I’ve never loved anyone the way that I love you, Skye.”

“Ditto, baby,” I breathed and kissed him
deeply.

He took his time with my naked body; loving,
caressing, tasting, and worshiping. He made love to me from head to
toe and slowly back again. We lost ourselves to the feel of one
another, to the way our bodies made the other one sing. Archer
brought me to climax time and time again; so many times that I
thought I’d melt right into his plush king-sized mattress.

His pace finally picked up with a low,
rumbling growl and I wrapped my legs around his waist and bit down
on his shoulder, just shy of breaking skin. The powers that I had
absorbed during my tests with The Faithful had yet to fade and I
didn’t want the added stress of having Archer’s mind reading on top
of the telekinesis and empathy gifts. My bite sent him into a
frenzy and I bucked against him, meeting his hard pace.

“I want to taste you,” he growled as he ran
his slick tongue over the vein in my neck. I moaned with desire and
turned my head further, inviting him to do what he wanted with me;
I belonged to Archer, physically, emotionally, completely.

His fangs gently pierced my skin and I cried
out in pleasure as his venom entered my system. Total euphoria
descended as my world spun around me. Archer drank deeply from me;
his pulls sending electric currents straight down to my center and
I was on the cusp of another mind-blowing orgasm.

He reached between us and gently stroked my
nerve center, wringing cries of ecstasy from my lips as I again
found release. Archer drove into me once, twice, three more times
before a low growl sounded in the back of his throat and he spilled
himself inside me. We slowly rocked together as his climax ebbed.
Finally, he took one last mouthful of my blood, swallowed, and
withdrew his fangs.

He rested his forehead against mine as we
caught our breath. My blood still coated his mouth and I licked his
fangs clean before I sucked my life force off his sweet tongue.

“I can say with absolute certainty that that
was the best sex I have ever had,” he whispered against my
lips.

“Me too,” I smiled as I ran my fingers
through his damp hair and kissed his lips once more. “You’re a god
in bed, Archer. No one has ever made me feel this way.”

“And what way would that be, baby?”

I took a deep breath before I answered
honestly. “Whole.”

We landed at Logan International Airport a
short time later. After thanking the flight crew for a good trip,
Archer and I descended the air steps and met the limo that was
waiting for us.

“
Fearchar
,” the driver smiled as he
greeted Archer with a firm, welcoming handshake, “Great to see you
again,
dheartháir
.”

“And you, Simon,” Archer smiled warmly.

“Would this be the famous Skye Morrison?”
Simon asked, turning his full attention to me. Simon was tall with
a full head of bright red hair and striking green eyes. He looked
to be around Archer’s physical age but his eyes said that he was a
lot older than thirty-two. “My goodness. I see the tales of your
beauty were not exaggerated. You are simply breathtaking,
deirfiúr
.”

I smiled and tried to pretend the compliment
didn’t surprise me. I wasn’t very comfortable with the fact that my
condition made me one-of-a-kind in our world. “It’s a pleasure to
meet you, Simon,” I replied, shaking his hand.

He brought my hand to his lips and tenderly
kissed the knuckles. “The pleasure is all mine, I assure you Miss
Morrison. It is an honor to make your acquaintance. You’ve been the
talk of the town since defeating the Dark Father. Our race is in
your debt, my dear.”

Archer
, I silently pleaded, hoping he
would save me from this topic. I was uncomfortable with the
attention and praise.

“No one owes me any debt,” I smiled as I
tried to explain how I felt. “I’m just happy to have him out of our
lives.”

“So modest,” Simon tsked and smiled at Archer
over my head. “Well, I shan’t keep you any longer. I’m sure you are
eager to get to your accommodations. We’ll have time to catch up
properly at the Vow Ceremony tomorrow night.”

Simon held the limo door open as Archer and I
climbed in. There was a mini bar along the right side and I fixed
us a drink as Simon got our luggage.

“Baby,” Archer said, drawing my attention. “I
know talking about what Amun did makes you uncomfortable, and I
know the praise from others does as well, but you are going to be
dealing with reactions like Simon’s during the entirety of your
trip. You need to start accepting and embracing who you are and
what you did for our race. It was no small feat defeating Amun; you
almost died in the process. You should be proud of yourself, just
like all of us are. Darling, you are amazing and a true gift from
God. Even if you don’t believe it, it doesn’t change it.”

I sighed as I handed him a glass of whiskey
and sat down beside him again. “I’ll try. If it doesn’t work, I’ll
fake it. But, I’ll try for you. I promise, baby.”

Archer put his arm around my shoulders and
pulled me closer to him. “That’s all I ask,
cion
,” he
whispered into my hair as he nuzzled my temple.

A short while later we pulled up to a tall,
shiny sky rise building in downtown Boston.

“Is this the hotel?” I asked, craning my neck
and peeking out the window as we pulled up to valet.

“No,” Archer smiled excitedly. “It’s a
surprise.” I looked over at him through squinted eyes as I wondered
what he was up to.

Simon pulled into the large covered valet
entrance and a man wearing a tailored red suit opened the door for
us.

“Madam, Mr. Rhys,” the young man greeted
brightly as he took my hand, helping me out of the car.

“Good evening, Bobby,” Archer smiled as he
shook the man’s hand and gave him a pat on the back. I could tell
Bobby had known Archer for a few years at least. “Can you have
Stanley bring the luggage up to the foyer please? Also, inform Ms.
Reynolds of our arrival.” I watched with wide eyes as he discretely
slipped Bobby a folded one-hundred dollar bill.

“My pleasure, sir,” Bobby beamed as he shut
the limo door and escorted us to the entrance.

The doorman tipped his formal top hat as he
held the door open for us and all I could do was stare at Archer;
my mouth dangerously close to being agape. “Good grief! What is
this place?”

Archer just smiled mysteriously as he put his
right hand on the small of my back and led us to the elevators. The
lobby was huge and had numerous sitting areas, a beverage bar, a
team of concierge and receptionists, and a small news stand. It was
decorated very comfortably with tan and brown leathers, dark wood,
cream walls and impressive hard wood floors. People stopped to
openly stare at Archer as we passed while others greeted him kindly
from a respectful distance away. Everyone acted like Archer was
visiting royalty or something and it was really bizarre.