The Morrigan: Damaged Deities (37 page)

Every inch of her longed for him, her core was an ache only he could slake.

“Kade…,” Morrie whimpered, her need building.

While his tongue played with her nipple.  His hand moved between them, his thumb slipping between her slick folds.

“Ye’re so wet,” he growled against her breast before moving to nip at her ear.  His thumb pressed against her clit and Morrie cried out.  Thunder bellowed to meet her sounds. “So wet for me.  I need tae taste ye.”

Slowly freeing her legs from him, Kade set her feet on the floor as he trailed hot, wet kisses down her body.  His tongue dragged a scorching circle around her belly button, across each jutting pelvic bone. 

On both knees before her, he spread her legs, his gaze on her glistening sex.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, amazed. 

With his thumbs, he opened her up to him, his tongue dragging up her seam.  Morrie’s head fell back on a long moan.

Kade pressed those wicked lips against her clit, taking the sensitive nub between his teeth.  She cried out. “Kade!”

But his assault had just begun.  His tongue delved deep inside her, stroking her slick walls.  In and out until her hips were moving with it.  Morrie fisted Kade’s hair and held him close.

The pressure mounted quickly. 

His tongue worked quicker and while begging for more and gasping yes, she lost her last few threads of control when he stuck his finger inside and sucked her deep. 

Crying out his name, Morrie crashed on waves of climax, her sex throbbing and pulsing. 

Her body growing weak, Kade gave her no time to recover before his finger was inside, bringing her back to the brink.  Once again she dripped for him.

Kade stood back up, kissing her neck and shoulders.

“Ye’re ready for me.”

“I’ve been ready for you,” she whimpered against his jaw, emotions flooding her heart.

Kade raised his head.  Taking her face in his hands, he held her in a dark and hopeful gaze. 

“Say yes, love,” he whispered, both an order and a request.

“Yes,” she gasped.  He kissed her.  “Yes,” she repeated between kisses, her need to the point of pain. 

Kade brought his lips back to hers and Morrie attacked his mouth like a woman maddened with lust. 

She threw her arms and legs around him.  Her movements caused him to take a couple of steps back, taking her with him. 

Lowering them both down, Kade kneeled in the soft, dry hay, holding Morrie in place on his lap.  His hands traveled around her body, spreading across the back of her thighs, fingertips skimming her folds, moving across her hips and waist until they parted ways, one to press against her back, the other to hold her breast.

Between moments of mindless ecstasy, Morrie would have flashes of thought. 

Her Chulainn had returned.  
How
?

Kade left her lips, but his lips never left her skin.  It was as though he had gone centuries without water and she was his well. 

It
had
been centuries…a couple millennia…

“You came back to me…,” she breathed, eyes closed.  

He suckled her breast and Morrie’s thighs tightened around his waist, her hips lifting to slip across his shaft. 

Cupping her ass, he raised her up, positioning her above his cock.  He brought the broad head of his shaft at her entrance, pressing it between her folds. 

As he slowly slipped himself inside her, filling her channel, the muscles in his neck tensed with the restraint to go slowly.  Inch by blessed inch he sheathed himself inside of her. 

They both closed their eyes, simultaneously overwhelmed by the feel of each other. 

“Yes, Chulainn.”

“You know my name,” he said softly, the words full of wonder even as he sunk himself deeper inside her. “You know my name…”

As they fit together, all the details fit in place. 

The flashing eyes—they weren’t a trait of the kelpie, they were a trait of Chulainn, given to Kade and shared by his kelpie form. 

The dreams—they had been conjured by his presence. 

The feelings—-she hadn’t betrayed her memory of Chulainn.  She had just fallen in love with him all over again.

And once he had fully seated himself inside her, she knew without a doubt.  Chulainn had returned to her.

P
art of him couldn’t believe he had Morrie wrapped naked around him.  That she wasn’t saying no; that she didn’t change her mind at the last minute. 

Another part of Kade wondered how the lass new his real name, the name he’d brought with him since his rebirth so very long ago. 

But once her hot, tight little sheath took him completely, all thoughts ceased. 

Here, was heaven. 

Here, was a world a man could lose himself in. 

Sensations unlike any he’d ever felt clung to that point where their bodies connected and branched out fireworks exploding in the night.  For just a moment he savored it, he savored her little sex clinging to his cock. 

But then it pulsed and pleasure spiked down his shaft, nearly blinding him. 

She was the best kind of drug.

Growling low and dangerous, Kade began to thrust, his hands gripping her tiny waist. 

She moved like poetry over him, her undulations complimenting his lifts.  Like a dance, like a ballet, her body writhed along with his, riding his cock up and down while her back curved and bowed. 

With each movement she presented her perfect breasts to him, a wondrous sight in the flickering light of the lightning.  Humbled by them, he wrapped his arms around her and lowered his head to the luscious mounds.

Pressure building in him, their movements picked up.  With each deep thrust, her moans grew louder, desperate.  Hunger roared within him.  He needed more.

Spinning around, he lowered her to her back against the soft hay, never breaking their connection or their stride.  They met each other move for move, moved like they were one.  A perfect pair.

Morrie reached for him, their arms tangling until he gripped her wrists and held her hands above her, pressing them against the hay. 

His lips sought hers, his tongue entangling hers.  Pulling a deeper and deeper kiss. 

Still Kade ground his cock further inside her.  Still she accepted him. 

They were both building to that moment, to that break.  Kade pulled back to watch her, her beautiful face in the throws of ecstasy.  Full lips bruised by his kisses, her mouth was parted, her eyes closed.  He couldn’t get enough of the sight of her desire.

“Look at me, Morrie.”  She was still too caught up to hear him.

Lowering his hand between them, he found that little nub of explosive need and pressed against it with his thumb. 

Gasping, her eyes flew open and met his.  They held each other’s gaze while he pumped harder and faster inside her.

“I need tae look at ye as we come.”  At the mounting intensity, he knew it would be mind-altering.  Life-changing.  “Are ye close?”

Nodding, she all but whimpered, “Yes.”  Her sex answered him, clenching his cock. “Yes!”

It was all he needed. 

Every muscle tensed, Kade rammed inside her. 

And on the next thrust, the world shattered, every sense and feeling intensified as he bellowed, pumping his hot seed inside her while she cried out, her sex clenching him with throbbing release, milking him for every last drop.

The orgasm seemed to last a lifetime, wringing his body of every ounce of energy, leaving him almost blind. 

Panting hard and heavy, his cock still throbbed inside her, reluctant to recede.  Reluctant to leave. 

Cupping her face, Kade studied every inch, every line.  Her big eyes watched him, silent and wide.

“My beautiful little Morrie,” Kade smiled before his body went numb and the world turned black.

C
HAPTER
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“The Morrigan next came in the form of a rough, grey-red bitch-wolf and she bit Cuchulainn in the arm and drove the cattle against him westwards, and Cuchulainn made a cast of his little javelin at her, strongly, vehemently, so that it shattered one eye in her head.”

Táin Bó Cúailnge

By morning, the rain had stopped but left its presence behind in the heavy, wet air.  Despite spending the night lying naked in hay, Morrie had slept well, cocooned in Kade’s strong and warm arms. 

Their sexual exertions had left him unconscious immediately after. 

Had she not already been familiar with him after sex, having experienced the same from Chulainn many times before, she might have been worried. 

Or offended. 

She had been, the first time she and the Celt had laid together, but quickly learned that sex with her completely drained the hero of all energy.  After that it had become a badge of honor for Morrie and a common occurrence for Chulainn. 

However, not an hour later when he had awakened, Kade had been surprised.  And quicker to recover.

Until late into the night they repeated their efforts and Morrie more than willingly accepted him. 

The second time they had sex, it had been soft and slow and without words.  They had made love, taking their time with each other’s bodies, drawing orgasm after orgasm from each other, and instead of passing out afterwards, Kade pulled Morrie against his body, curling up behind her and together they both fell into a deep sleep until the light chirping of songbirds awoke them in the morning.

With a groan of satisfaction, Kade stirred behind her, his arms coiling around tighter while his lips pressed against her neck.

“Good mornin’, love,” he murmured at her ear.

“Good morning,” she grinned.  His hand flattened on her tummy and pushed her so that she lay on her back, looking up at a smiling Kade.

“How do ye feel?” he asked.  He tucked her hair behind her ear before running his fingertips down her hip and back up around her breast. 

Once again she tingled all over, her body rebounding its need for him.

“Quite well, yourself?”

“Like I could stay here all day,” he said, a dimple deep in his cheek. “But I go’ hay stuck in places it shouldna be.”

She laughed. “Maybe we can move to the bedroom, then.”

“Mmm, maybe,” he murmured before bowing over her and kissing her.  Pulling back, he brushed back her hair, his smiling only barely fading as his brow creased. “One question, though, lass…how did ye know my real name?”

Morrie felt like the ground had fallen out from beneath her.  He could have hit her and it would have hurt less. 

He didn’t recognize her? 

“What?” she released on a breath.

“Ye called me by my real name, Chulainn.  No one, but my family knows it.  How did ye?”  Noticing the distress on her face, his smile fell, replaced by confusion and a frown. “What is it, lass? What’s wrong?”

Morrie sat up, scooting back from him as she pushed at him, needing to get away. 

She wasn’t sure what she felt, but she was certain she didn’t like it.  She had known him the instant they were connected and yet he hadn’t.  Had she meant so little to him? 

“You don’t remember me?”

She couldn’t even wince at the sound of the hurt in her voice. She had pined away in silly celibacy over his memory and yet she hadn’t even passed his mind. 

She was a fool.

Kade only looked more confused, his face studying hers while thoughts seemed to race through his head, questions evident on his face.