The Mammoth Book of Irish Romance (26 page)

Nial ’s face was lined with dirt and soot, but by now hers couldn’t be much better. His hard body cut the wind, and she melded into his as he scooped her against him and kissed her.

His kiss was harder even than Dubhán’s, firm mouth opening hers, his whiskers burning her lips.

He tasted raw, of this wild land of Eire, of a bite of ale and of himself.

Nial eased back, and Alanna shivered, not wil ing to let go his warmth. The wind cut right through her, but she scarcely noticed it.

“This might be our last night, you and I,” he said.

“Yes.”

Nial kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck. “You agree that it’s our last night? Or are you saying you’l share my bed as I suddenly wish you to?”

“Both.”

He cupped her face in his hands. “Be certain, Alanna.”

“I am. Very certain.”

He nodded once, his eyes darkening. He took her hand and led her behind the forge and into a neat cottage with a garden in front. She saw signs of his family – smal boots, scattered tools, half-whittled pieces of wood, animals the boys had been carving when they’d been snatched by Kieran’s men.

Nial avoided looking at the carvings as he led Alanna to the loft, where neat pal ets had been made up for the night. Nial stripped without word, revealing a body of solid muscle, male beauty sculpted by nature and the ancient Fae. Shifters had been bred to be superior in strength, speed and stamina, and they’d also been made to be beautiful.

He put his hands on his hips, unashamed that his wanting was plain to see. “Are you not getting undressed? I might start to feel ridiculous like this.”

Alanna untied the complicated tapes that held her gown to her body and let it fal in one piece.

She liked the appreciative way Nial looked at her nakedness, instead of with the loathing or indifference she’d expected. His gaze lingered on her breasts, his eyes dark and soft.

Alanna went to him. He raked his hands through her braids and tilted her head back to kiss her deeply. His hardness pressed her bel y. She’d always heard that Shifters were more endowed than humans or even Fae, and she decided that this rumour was true.

Nial ’s huge, work-worn hand cupped her breast, thumb brushing the tip. He kissed her neck, nipping her a little before he kissed her mouth again.

Alanna had loved Dubhán, and she always would. The fact that loving him had caused his death had haunted her for a century. But this Shifter would never go easily to her brother’s men, would never give up without a fight. Nial could have kil ed her outright when she’d announced Kieran had kidnapped his cubs, but he was giving her the gift of his trust – wel , perhaps not his ful trust, but at least his hope.

Nial lifted her and set her gently on the pal et. He came down with her, stretching his warm body on top of hers.

“You’re such a bit of a thing,” he murmured. He closed his hand around her wrist. “See? So fragile.”

“I’m stronger than you know.”

“I know, lass. You have Fae strength, but I’ve never seen it packaged in such beauty.” Was he trying to melt her heart? The big, strong Shifter with loneliness and sorrow in his eyes?

She suddenly wanted to hold him to her and heal al his hurts.

Nial had something else on his mind besides healing just now. He parted her thighs with a soothing hand and slid himself inside her.

Alanna’s eyes widened as he fil ed her. What a wonder that a huge, barbaric beast of a Shifter could be so gentle.

He stayed gentle as he began the rhythm of lovemaking, his head bowed, his braid sliding across his shoulder. Alanna cupped his hips, urging him with hands and mouth not to be
too
careful with her. Nial groaned as he sped his thrusts, kissing her as she met him stroke for stroke.

Alanna’s frenzy began a few seconds before his did. They peaked together, both crying out, both holding hard, kissing and panting, hot breaths tangling. They wound down together, Nial smoothing her hair with a tender hand.

“You see?” Alanna whispered. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“That you are, love. And so am I. As you can feel inside of you.”

“You mean I’ve not yet worn you down?”

Nial grinned and licked her upper lip. “Not by a long way, my love. Not by a long way.” He started again, this time more playful y. In spite of knowing that Nial was right, that this might be their only night together, and in spite of her worry about his sons and the choices she’d made before coming here, Alanna pul ed him inside her and let herself drown in his loving.

Alanna awoke hours later to see Nial leaving the bed. She lay in the warm nest they’d made, enjoying the view of his buttocks as he bent over to fetch his tunic. Their gazes met when Nial straightened up to slide it on.

His eyes changed to the feral cat within him before returning to dark green. “You’re such a beautiful lass.” He leaned down to kiss her, his lips warm.

“Where are you going?”

“The sword won’t get finished by itself, love. It’s not going to be a very good weapon made so hasty.”

“My spel s wil hold it together.” The point was for Shifter craftsmanship and Fae magic to join.

Alanna wasn’t certain what Nial might make of that knowledge, so she kept silent.

Nial descended to the lower floor, and she heard him poke up a fire and clatter crockery. She pul ed on her robes and fol owed him downstairs to find him setting out ale and bread and a hard chunk of cheese.

“I’l do that,” she said as he started to slice the bread. “You go to the forge, and I’l bring the breakfast.” Nial raised his brows, and she smiled. “I used to make Dubhán breakfast. He was surprised I could do it.”

Nial shrugged, set down the knife, and kissed her cheek. She turned her head to meet his kiss with her lips, determined to enjoy this very brief time they had together. Her hand closed around the knife handle, and she gasped.

“Damn,” she said. Alanna looked at her fingers, which were creased with light burns. “The spel is wearing off.” She sucked on her fingertips.

Nial picked up the knife and quickly cut slices of bread and cheese. “What did you do when you lived in the human world before?”

She took her fingers out of her mouth. “Dubhán found copper and bronze knives for me.”

“You need to go back to Faerie.”

“When the sword is finished.”

They assessed each other again, like enemies who’d learned to respect each other’s skil s.

Nial brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her forehead.

“Eat your breakfast, love, and then we’l finish the sword. Whatever comes, we’l make the best damn sword that ever was.”

Alanna didn’t reach for the plate. “Let’s finish now. I don’t need sustenance the same way Shifters and humans do.”

“Eat the damn food, woman. You’re weak here, and with al this iron about, you’l just get weaker.”

“Yes, dear.” Alanna sat down, slanting him a demure glance. “Whatever you say, dear.” His eyes narrowed. “Your brother doesn’t know what a feisty witch he’s harbouring, does he?” She sent him a grin. “’Tis best that way, do you not think?”

“Vixen.” Nial leaned down and kissed her. “To think, when you walked into my forge, I thought you cold and brittle.”

“You warmed me, Nial .”

“Aye, I wrapped that cloak around you.”

“That is not what I meant.”

Nial gave her another seductive kiss. “I know.”

He grabbed bread and cheese, took a gulp of ale, and banged out of the cottage, sending chil air sweeping through the room. Alanna shivered again, but without the loathing she’d had last night. It was cold in this human place cal ed Baile Ícín, but with Nial to keep her warm, she thought she could weather it.

Five

Whatever else Alanna’s magics did, they certainly sped up the forging process. Alanna chanted more spel s, and Nial watched runes appear and disappear as he formed the tang, made the hilt, and ground the blade. Alanna closed her eyes for the last spel ; sweat stood out on her brow as her musical voice pronounced the words.

The last set of runes faded to be replaced by fine lines that etched themselves al over the sword and hilt. Those lines didn’t fade but joined in continuous, interlinked patterns, as though they bound the sword and hilt together.

Nial raised the blade, finding the balance perfect, the edge sharp. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear he held a sword of the best, strongest Damascus steel. He made a few sweeps, amazed at what he’d wrought.

No, what
they’d
wrought.

“We make a good sword, you and me,” he said. “Now, do you mind tel ing me what it’s for?” Alanna hugged her chest. “Ceremonial purposes. For my brother.”

“Aye, and what kind of ceremonies wil he be conducting?”

“I do not want to tel you that.”

Nial brought the sword around until the tip was an inch from her throat. Alanna didn’t flinch, didn’t move, though he saw her draw a breath. “You had better tel me, love.”

“If I do, you’l try to kil Kieran, and he’l destroy you. Probably very slowly so that you wil beg for death. Please, do not make me watch that.”

The anguish in her eyes was real, but Nial shook his head. “Sweeting, he wil kil me anyway. I’d rather go out trying to take him with me.”

“Nial .” Alanna took one step closer, letting the tip of the sword nick her skin. A drop of Fae blood, so dark red it was almost black, wel ed up from the cut and trickled across her throat. Nial quickly withdrew the sword and wiped the blood away with his thumb.

“I pledged myself as hostage to you,” Alanna said. “I made a promise that I would get your sons released. I wil fulfil that promise. But to do it, I must again ask you to trust me. Let me take the sword to my brother, let me finish my part of the bargain. Your sons wil come home to you today.

Please
.”

“You’re a daft woman, do you know that? You aren’t planning to take this blade and stick it into your brother, are you? Tel me you’re not going to try something so stupid.” Alanna shook her head. “It’s tempting, but no. He would expect me to do something like that. I imagine his bowmen would shoot me dead the moment I raised the sword.”

“Good.” Nial set the weapon down and pul ed her close. “I’l not have you throwing yourself away on vengeance. ’Tis not worth it.”

“You were ready to kil me when I first came here.”

“That was instinct. You’re Fae, I’m Shifter.”

“And now?”

Nial smoothed her hair, loving the satin feel of it. Even sleep-tousled and sooty, Alanna was beautiful. “Now I’m thinking you’ve made me feel something I’ve not felt in a very long time. Can a Shifter love a Fae?”

“I don’t know. This Fae once loved a human. And she is fal ing in love with you.” He smiled and cupped her cheek. “So what do we do about it?”

“Let me finish my task. Then if I am stil alive, I wil return to you.” Nial saw it then, her certainty she wouldn’t live through whatever her brother had in mind. She knew she might have to sacrifice her life to save his children.

Nial drew her close. He vowed to himself, then and there, to protect her. He’d make himself trust her, whatever she was planning, because Alanna knew how to get his cubs free and he didn’t.

But he wouldn’t let her pay with her life. Nial would protect her like a Shifter would his mate –

damn it, she
was
his mate now.

If they survived this, he’d seek another clan leader and beg him to complete the bond, under the sun and the moon, in the eyes of the Goddess. His own clan leader was long dead, which meant that Nial was, in fact, a clan leader – of the very smal clan of himself and his sons, he thought with a grin. But he couldn’t mate bond himself.

One thing at a time.

“I’m not letting you go, yet,” Nial said softly. He kissed her lips. “Not quite yet.” Alanna pul ed him into a deeper kiss. Nial took the sword with him as he led her to the cottage and made love to her again in the light of the rising sun.

When Nial awoke in the bed an hour later, Alanna was gone. Entirely gone – he didn’t catch her scent in the cottage at al . Her silken robes were no longer hanging on the peg next to his crude tunic, and the sword he’d laid next to the bed had vanished.

Nial rose, naked, and shifted into his Fae-cat form.

Several thousand years before, the Fae had taken the best of every wildcat in existence and bred the Fae-cat, larger and stronger than any natural beast. Fae-cats had the strength of lions, the ferocity of tigers, the speed of cheetahs, the stealth of panthers. Nial bounded down from the loft and out into the dense fog that had rol ed in from the sea.

Alanna wasn’t in the forge. He picked up her scent on the path that led to the gently sloping mountain above the vil age, towards the circle of standing stones even the most sceptical of the vil agers liked to avoid. Mists rol ed between the stones when Nial reached them. The mists smel ed al wrong; instead of salt and fish like the heavy fog over the vil age, these mists exuded an acrid smel overlaid with the sharp scent of mint.

An entrance to Faerie. Nial regarded it with foreboding before he realized that Alanna’s scent was quickly fading. His sons were in there, and now Alanna. Without further thought, Nial leaped into the mists between two of the stones and heard something snick closed behind him.

Six

Alanna found her brother hunting, but this wasn’t unusual. Kieran spent most of his time hunting, or rather, having his men chase animals towards him so that he could shoot them.

Kieran was every inch a Fae prince as he stood in the fog-soaked clearing wearing a white kid tunic, soft boots and fur-trimmed cloak, with his white-blond hair held back by a diamond diadem.

Two men at arms flanked him: one carrying his bow, the other, his quiver of arrows.