Sorcha's Wolf (13 page)

Sorcha accepted the tiny silver locket and bowed low. “Thank you for your kindness.”

“Your kindness means more than you will ever now,” Gwyneth said, then bent to gather her sleeping daughter in her arms. Upright again, cradling her child, she gave Sorcha a challenging look. “Go now, take your chance, show your man who you are.”

Sorcha nodded and smiled warmly at the Fay’s quick grin. With one more nod, Gwyneth walked out of the garden as silently as she had entered.

Go to him
. Could she do such a thing? Mortal women did, she knew this. Many of the immortals loved for a while, before drifting on to another and another. She’d never done such a thing. She’d shut herself off, built walls and had kept everyone outside. Could she let Alex in?

Fear drove a spike through her heart. Could she? Take a chance and think of this not as whether he wanted her, but whether she wanted this—this moment with him?

A feeling of rightness, of power eased through her. She’d been the victim, and hadn’t even seen it. She’d left her homeland like a wounded creature, so hurt by his dismissal all those years ago that she’d buried herself in running the coven, avoiding all contact with him.

She could do this. He did want her. She’d merely make him see that he needed her, not just for this—tonight—but also for much, much more. Decided, she turned to go, wiping at her tears and froze.

Alex stalked into the garden, stopping so suddenly when he saw her that his cloak fluttered around him. He’d bathed and dressed again in the Fay clothing. He looked so handsome in his Elfin gear she felt her stomach tighten in need. The soft material fit him, conforming to his broad shoulders and outlining his body with the darker green of his cloak like a backdrop of midnight meadows.

After only a second, he rushed to her side and tipped her head up with a gentle hand under her chin.

“What has happened?”

The anxious way he examined her face brought more tears to her eyes. She shook her head and simply blurted out, “You hurt me, Alex. You.”

He jerked back, looking alarmed at her tears. Just as quickly, he dipped his head to rest his forehead against hers. “I never wanted harm to come to you. Tell me what I can do to make this better.”

Shocked by his gentleness, she stopped fighting her desires and shifted closer to him until her breasts brushed the silk fabric of his shirt. “Kiss me, Alex. Kiss me like you can’t live without me.”

Alex growled low in his throat, igniting her passion to a fiery ache that made her both desperate and fearful that he would leave her this way. But he wrapped his arms around her and rubbed his unshaven jaw against the top of her head.

“Tell me what I’ve done. How have I hurt you?”

Questions. More questions. The time for thinking was at an end. She trailed her hands along the muscles flexing along his chest. “Not now, Alex. Just kiss me. I ache.”

He caressed her from her shoulders down to her ass and on to her leg so he could position her to press his thick shaft to her core. She shivered at the now familiar move. The intimacy of the moment made her dig her claws into his back to hear him hiss out a breath. “I want more than kisses from your sweet lips, witch.”

“Prove it, wolf.”

“I’ll do better.” He pressed her back until they were under the sheltering branches of a weeping willow. “I’ll show you, eh?”

Chapter Fifteen

Alex dipped with Sorcha and brought her gently to the ground, shifting her gown past her knees. The mighty boughs of the ancient tree surrounded them, creating a shelter from anyone that chanced by. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, contrasting with Alex’s hot body. He held himself above her by his arms and bent his head to press hot kisses to the rise of her breasts above the low neckline of her gown.

“Damn, woman, you have the most beautiful breasts.”

Sorcha shivered, uncertain if she did so because of his words, or because of the heat of his mouth hungrily devouring her.

“Do you think so?” she whispered and gasped at the loss of his mouth when he rose to stare at her with an amazed look.

“Aye, I think so,” he murmured. “Did you no’ know how lovely you look?” He smoothed both of his hands slowly up from her waist to right underneath her breasts and kissed the sensitive mounds he’d formed. “I’m going to make you come from kissing these beauties. Aye, the first time,” he growled, “you’ll reach your peak from my lips alone.”

The tone of his voice, the rough, husky quality made her tremble. She ran her fingers through his hair, amazed that she could.

Alex seemed to take her touch as encouragement. He became greedy, kissing every inch of her bosom he could reach. His hot, stinging mouth made her squirm under him, needing his naked body against hers so badly she moaned and arched her hips to rub her clit against his body. He pressed down, angling so the thick stalk of his cock rubbed against her just right.

“Oh, that feels so good.”

“Aye, it will soon feel much better,” he warned, then sucked so deeply at her flesh that her nipple popped free from her gown. When it did, he husked out a tortured sound and latched on. Suddenly lifting her, he frantically unlaced the back of her gown and shoved the material down to free her breasts.

“Jesus,” he breathed.

Before she could grow embarrassed by his stare, he smoothed his hands under her breasts and hefted their weight. His eyelids lowered and he gazed at her with an intensity that had her struggling to slide her arms free from her gown. She needed—no,
had to touch him.

“Woman, you stun a man with such bounty. I dinna know where to fuckin’ start with you.”

He stopped her heart and made her squirm in pleasure when he drew one pink nipple into his mouth. The sizzle from the heat of his mouth travelled like an electric current down to her toes. He didn’t go quickly, but laved every inch of her while whispering huskily how lovely and full, how abundant and bloody gorgeous her breasts were. She trembled under him, arching her hips to rub her clit along him, so close to coming she whimpered.

“Aye, aye, this is how you will come the first time, my beauty, come for me.” His voice had turned guttural and before she understood what he was doing, he began rocking her on his thigh keeping his hands covering her breasts. He used the flat of his tongue to tease her nipple and each time her flesh bounced from his rolling hips.

Deep within her body, the tension to come grew unbearable. She felt ready to burst, but unable to take the fall. She felt overheated everywhere they touched. Her breath sawed out of her as if she’d run miles. Along her stomach she quivered, so close she simply gripped his head in her hands and held on.

With a tortured sound, he released his grip on her and reached between them to press her gown out of his way. She aided him in wiggling out of the thing, only half-aware that something ripped before he tossed the fabric aside. He groaned, revealing such lust she swallowed heavily, almost fearful of the strain on his face.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmured tracing a hand over her flat stomach to her ribs. “Such beauty. You kill me,” he muttered, settling his hands under her breasts. He bent and sucked on her nipple again, making her moan in need. She sucked in a breath, holding it when she felt him caress his hands ghost-like over her mound. Excitement tingled along every nerve so that when he slid a finger inside her pussy, she choked on a cry of pleasure.

“Alex,” she whispered, not sure what she wanted, but unable to keep his name from bursting from her lips.

“Holy hell, woman, so wet. So damn soft and wet,” he whispered into her chest and nipped the side, soothing the spot with hot kisses after. He shifted his palm, pressing against her clit and began stroking her. “So damn sensitive. Come for me.”

He latched onto her nipple, drew on it and rocked her in his hand. That was all it took. She orgasmed so quickly stars flew across her vision. She panted his name and began pleading with him not to stop.

Long, beautiful minutes later she softly came back to reality and opened her eyes to see Alex above her. He’d shed his cloak and shirt. That fact fascinated her. She’d not felt him moving. His broad chest filled her vision, tantalising her with the need to touch. He raised his upper body and she saw his erection for the first time. Her breath left her. His cock stood out from his tightly muscled stomach at a heavy angle from his body, proud and so long and thick, she reached out and circled the stalk, sliding her hands along the rigid flesh to the large sack beneath with a low sound of pleasure.

He jerked his head back and the ridged lines along his torso tightened. “Ah, damn yes, yes, your hands are so soft and warm, feels so good.”

She bit her lip, more turned on than ever from his reaction. She explored his body, rubbing her hands up and down the velvety soft skin of his rigid shaft and watched as a drop of moisture formed on the plump head.

With a pained sound, he looked back at her and dragged her hands from his flesh, kissing the fingertips as he lowered himself down closer to her. “I’ll no’ last if you do that. Let me bring us both pleasure, eh?”

When she didn’t stop him, he hissed out a breath at the first touch of their chests. He was hot, so much warmer than her.
Was he always so hot?
Coherent thought fled as soon as he kissed her. Everything in the universe centred on him—the feel, taste and touch of him settling over her.

He thrust his tongue past her lips and stroked every inch of her mouth. Emboldened by the sizzling heat of his hard shaft, she wrapped her legs around his lean hips and arched her body off the ground to strain against him. Instantly he groaned into her mouth, clearly pleased with her.

She smoothed her hands along his back loving the warm and silky smooth skin. When she reached his firm ass, she gripped the muscles and rocked upward against his hard shaft.

Alex jolted away from her mouth.

“Holy hell,” he gasped and dived from her lips to ravage her breast with a low toned, possessive voice “Yeah, show me how much you want it.”

Her pussy clenched, empty and aching at his coarse words. She tossed her head, dug her nails into his shoulders and tightened her legs around him. In response, Alex shifted. Suddenly his cock slipped along her wet core. He husked a curse against her breast and stroked her rapidly. He was so thick. So long and heavy. The heat of his erection slid through her folds, making her gasp and moan his name. If he entered her, she’d feel him for days after, weeks possibly.

“Yes, so wet. For me, eh? No’ some mailman? Come for me again, witch. Come for me.”

She nearly did just from his rough growl. The pressure grew, hotter and brighter until she whimpered from the subtle vibrations circling her body. She felt trapped in pleasure without the burst of orgasm she needed.

“Alex, please, please.”

“Aye, witch, show me, tell me how wet you are for me, eh?” He cupped her waist with a warm, calloused hand and shifted her so he could angle his body up and give her long, slow thrusts. She nearly screamed. Frustration and lust mixed to a heady degree. She needed him—needed every inch of him inside her—now.

“Say it, witch, tell me you’re wet for me. Me, only me.” He drove her farther down the road of insanity with his mouth. He sucked and nipped at her breasts, and never wanted it to end, but when he rose to kiss her again she couldn’t decide what was better—his lips on her mouth or her breasts.

Breaking their kiss, he rolled his hips, hitting her clit with long, slow passes of his shaft. Her eyelids grew heavy with pleasure, but she refused to miss a single second of him—Alex—giving her such blazing passion.

“Say it for me, say it,” he chanted, timing his torment with his low, husky words. The arousal in his voice broke something inside her—her willpower to keep her heart safe—but she tightened her hands on his shoulders and rocked on his perfect body ready to give him anything—everything.

“You, only you.”

He pulled away, shoved the material of her gown farther out of his way, and lifted her hips. He latched onto her clit with his mouth and with a shudder she felt all the way to her toes, she felt him lick madly at her tormented bud.

If his mouth on her breasts and lips were devastating, his lips on her pussy were destructive. She arched her back and wantonly wrapped her legs around his neck. He began kneading her ass, licking her deeper as he did, seeming as out of his mind as she was.

The stimulation walloped her like a shot of the strongest liquor ever invented. She began to come apart, trembling in tighter and tighter spirals of stunning sensations. Fear heightened the spirals into pulsating bursts of pure erotic pleasure that ricocheted through her body and brought a soft gasp of his name from her lips.

“Alex, oh goddess, yes.”

At his name, he drove her farther along her climax with steady, barely there flicks of his tongue until he stabbed his tongue past her entrance to lick fiercely.

Lights burst behind her closed eyes and her legs shuddered at the force of her climax. She burst apart, only faintly realising when he replaced his ravenous tongue with two fingers because her body clenched on them in delicious contractions. The feel of him inside her was so perfect she tossed her head and whispered his name. Seconds later, he latched on to her breast. He ground his hard cock against her core again, straining along her folds almost frantically for entrance.
Yes!
She wanted him, all of him filling her to the point of pain. She dug her nails into the muscles of his back and bit his solid shoulder, wild for him all over again.

“Ah, fuck yeah, sweet heaven, witch, yeah, yeah,” he gasped. His body tightened along hers, the weight of him so incredible, she felt like she might fly apart. With a heavy thrust she felt the hot splashes of his seed against her skin. She arched her hips up and bit him again, falling into another orgasm.

“Perfect, so perfect,” he whispered, continuing to groan for wonderful, long, sweaty minutes. All at once, his gorgeous muscles tightened. He pressed frantic kisses to her neck and began pumping his hips against her stomach with more and more urgency. He tensed again, bit her lightly on her shoulder and she felt more of his seed burst from him.

She shivered all over at the power of his release, the total lack of control, amazed by his passionate, wild lovemaking. When he finally fell on her, breathless and still rubbing his hot shaft against her stomach subtly, he pressed kisses along her shoulder, murmuring that her mailman had never made her toes curl like that. Within seconds of wrapping his arms around her, he fell asleep.

A tear broke past her control. The passion of his embrace had been so hot she felt branded. But the rough teasing threatened her in ways she couldn’t name. How would she survive this?
Mailman?
A shaky laugh broke free before she could keep it inside. Alex didn’t stir though. Amazed, she traced the line of his brow, wondering how the silly man knew there was no mailman. Probably because he
had
made her toes curl.

How would she survive without him now?