The Morrigan: Damaged Deities (39 page)

 She was trying to run from him?  The Morrigan attempted to flee Cú Chulainn?

Kade was too quick for her and snatched at her ankle before she could get away. 

Any other time he would have wondered how he was quicker than her—even in his supernatural state, she was still a god and had godly speed—but at the moment he was too caught up in forcing his eyes away from her squirming little ass as he pulled her back. 

An ass he’d rather gather in his hands and cover in wet kisses. 

In fact, he found it utterly impossible to combat his arousal as he fought against her struggling limbs, his stubborn cock growing painfully hard.  But once again, it only made him hate her more for it.

Catching her by the wrist, he wrapped the rope around it and even though she tried to pull away, managed to knot it, doing so much too tight, but not caring. 

He secured it to the bedpost while she beat against his back.  From there she fought him for ownership of the other wrist, and seemed to grow stronger in the struggle. 

With a curse, Kade slipped and fell on top of her, but then decided it was better to use his weight to hold her down. 

The heavy bed jerked from the motion of their bodies and thumped against the wall. 

Anyone outside the room might think they were caught up in the throes of passion, romping like newlyweds. Just a few hours ago they had been. 

He and his Morrie. 

The Morrigan had stolen that future from him.

A portrait fell to the ground, shattering the frame.  Even with one hand tied, she was able to thrash and flail. 

She screamed at him, called him more names and he yelled at her to shut up and stop moving, which she obviously ignored.  Instead she seemed to find her banshee shriek, a sound he remembered well from the old battlefields.  It was the call of death. 

Painfully piercing Kade’s eardrums the sound shook the walls around them. 

He winced and clamped a hand down over her mouth, which the blasted slag bit! 

Crying out, Kade pulled back his hand and barely kept himself from slapping her.

A bedside table was knocked over in their struggle, a vase crashed.  Kade covered Morrie’s body with his own to keep her still. 

But the hag was wily and where her curves were soft, her edges were sharp. 

Catching an elbow to the lip and a quick knee to the groin, Kade let out a low oomph!  Giving her a warning growl, it had little effect as she continued to buck beneath him. 

Every movement was painful to his still smarting cock, but not the kind of pain that could keep his head clear.  Somehow, he grew harder every time he brushed against her, his damned body fighting him as much as the witch. 

Finally he managed to gain ground and straddled her waist. 

As soon as he had her other wrist in his rope, she cursed him in every ancient language known to man and probably those only used among gods, barely stopping to wince when he yanked the knot tight. 

Through gritted teeth she snarled another curse, her goddess eyes flashing like slivers of lightning, but her arms were stretched, secured to each post.

Both were sweating and breathless, panting like dogs and redder than beets. 

A strong urge to claim her mouth and drive deep inside of her gripped Kade and he bellowed in frustration and despair at the feeling, rattling the walls a second time.  For a moment, it stunned the hag still.

Ignoring his pulsing cock pressed between her thighs, Kade held each wrist to stop them from yanking against their bindings and leaned down close to her face. 

He hadn’t actually thought his plan through. 

Fuck, it wasn’t even a plan. 

Kade was flying blind at this point, driven by an ancient grudge.  He wasn’t even certain what it was he would do to her, how he would pay her back.  Cut her the way he’d been cut, bleed her as he’d been bled. 

But even the thought of causing her such harm turned his stomach. 

He didn’t know why…this was not a soft and delicate woman beneath him.  She was a fucking goddess, an immortal abomination.  A creature that could change shape from serpent to wolf to crow in the blink of an eye.  She could handle the pain.  She would live. 

But Kade could never bring himself to do such deeds. 

And then an idea blossomed in his mind.

A grin slid its way across his lips.

“I’ll leave yer legs free tae do wit’ ye wha’ I will later.”

“Just let me go!” she yelled, her cheeks red and gleaming.

“Ye’re a goddess, vamp,” he sneered. “Get yerself out.”

If she wanted out of her bindings, she’d have to use her damned magic to do it and in doing so, reveal herself for the beast she was.  And Kade would take great pleasure in pushing her to that point.

Her eyes challenged him, but her lips remained pressed in a furious and trembling line. 

He murmured a curse deep and low, “
Go ndéana an diabhal dréimire de cnámh do dhroma ag piocadh úll i ngairdin lfrinn
.”

M
ay the devil make a ladder of your backbones while picking apples in the garden of hell. 

Fucking Scots and their stupid curses. 

What did that even mean?!

Morrie had called Kade every name in every tongue, including the long dead ones. 

Had she access to her powers she would have destroyed him, she’d have turned him into a festering puss demon or a steaming pile of shit and then lit him on fire and left him on someone’s doorstep. 

She’d have changed him into a spider and picked him apart leg by leg until she crushed him between her fingers. 

She’d…

He finally slipped off her, still sneering at her with that unmasked hate. 

After pulling a pair of jeans out of his dresser and yanking them on, Kade grabbed an armchair and dragged it near the bed.  He sat in it like some smug king of assholes and smirked at her laying naked while he was clothed, even if barely—he hadn’t bothered buttoning the jeans. 

Not that it mattered.  Nudity had never bothered her.  But in this mortal body, she felt vulnerable.

“Why won’t you just let me go home?” she asked, hoping to reason with the madman. 

He obviously hated her, held her responsible for whatever fate befell him after his death and she had completely allowed her mind to be corrupted by the memory of him.

“You don’t want me here, I don’t want to be here, so just let me go.”

Resting his elbows on the arms of the chair, he settled in comfortably while a sneer curled his lip.

“Wha’s the matter, hag? Ye wasted no time pursuin’ me before, do ye no’ want tae be here now?”

Morrie sighed. 

Her hands were losing feeling, her arms and shoulders already aching from the tension that kept them taut.  She was losing patience.

“In case you’ve already forgotten, I’ve done no such pursuing this time.  Quite the opposite in fact.”

That managed to wipe that annoying, if not sexy smirk off his lips.  A frown darkened his brow.

“Aye, why is that? Ye went tae great lengths before tae catch my eye, quite like a cat in heat back then.”

“A cat in
heat
?!” Morrie repeated with loud exasperation.

He grinned, knowing he had affected her.  Morrie quickly changed her tune, shrugging with indifference.

“I liked the pursuit.  You used to amuse me.”

“I no longer amuse ye now?”

Morrie made a sarcastic pout. “Aw, is present you jealous of past you?” Kade instantly scowled and now Morrie was the one to grin. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you don’t hold a candle to you.  Back then there was so much disease, you humans didn’t know how to treat it.  The ailments could have…shrinking effects.” She made a point of looking toward his crotch, the gesture bringing him forward, leaning on his knees.

“There was no such shrinking,” he growled, his cheeks reddening. 

Morrie laughed which only brought out his ire more. 

His face flamed as he howled, “Tis no’ the point! This isna a stroll down memory lane.  I doona want tae sit and chat wit’ ye, ye harridan!”

“Then let me go!” She matched his volume with her own.  She would not remain here and be treated with such disrespect.

He left his chair and dropped a heavy knee onto the bed beside her. 

Those dark eyes were black, intense and focused on her, filled with what looked like dangerous desire.  His breathing hard and labored. 

If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought him aroused and if she admitted it to herself, she felt the same.  Ever since he sat regally scrutinizing her, she had felt that familiar ache between her thighs, her toes tingling. 

But she would not give into him!

“I told ye I had a plan for ye,” he purred and the hate in his voice contrasted the husky yearning.

Morrie bit down on her bottom lip, drawing Kade’s gaze there. 

He lightly brushed his thumb across her lip, his face lined with torment, self-disgust. 

“Maybe I’ll just do tae ye wha’ I shoulda done back then.”

Morrie narrowed her eyes. “You wouldn’t dare!”

With a growl of frustration, Kade threw up his hands and cried, “Would it be so bad tae marry me?”

“I’m a goddess, Celt!  We don’t
do
marriage.”

And he had married another. 

Morrie hadn’t forgotten that.  It was what made up her mind to keep up her end of the tradition with Dagda.

His hunger and hate flickered back and forth in his dark eyes as they traveled across her body.  With a slight frown, his gaze stopped, focused.

Reaching past her hip, Kade pulled something free from the folds of the blanket.  Holding up a large, black feather, he twisted it between his fingertips.  The gloss of it reflected the morning light streaming in through the windows. 

What thoughts played out in his mind as he studied the evidence of her shift, Morrie couldn’t say.  But it was a storm of emotion and she wasn’t sure where it would toss her. 

Finally his attention returned to her and his wicked grin was back.

Running the feather along her cheek and down her jaw, Kade tickled a soft trail down her body.

“Aye, Morrigan, I plan tae torment ye,” he purred, his deep voice rough and raw.

The feather flickered over the swells of her breasts, circled a nipple.  Toes curling, she dug them into the mattress, fought to keep her eyes from slipping closed.

“I plan tae stir your hottest needs, make ye burn.  Make ye beg.” 

The feather dusted lightly along her hip, slowing across her thigh where it dipped down. 

Bending at the waist, Kade replaced it with his lips, the tip of his tongue.  Morrie’s eyes finally closed and her lips parted, a groan waiting to escape.

“And when ye’re racked with desire, when ye’re brought to madness and beggin’ me tae bury myself deep inside ye…” He pushed her legs apart and pressed his kisses high on her thigh where the flesh was so sensitive. 

Brushing the feather down her sex so that Morrie nearly lifted her hips to meet it, he had her trembling with need. 

But then he stopped and straightened up. “I’ll deny ye.”

When she opened her eyes, she saw a sickening look of satisfaction in his.

The Morrigan was in trouble.

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