Velvet Haven (34 page)

Suriel looked away. “It was your dream, Mairi.”

“Jesus Christ, Suriel,” she demanded, “just answer me. It was Bran, wasn’t it? That’s what Morgan is going to do to him.”

“Morgan was showing you what will come to pass. But it can be changed, I promise you. It’s not a path that’s set. Have you figured it out yet, Mairi? What you need to do?”

“I think so. I can take away the pain of those I love.” He watched her with his dark eyes. “I . . . I saved Rowan by shedding my own blood.” He smiled. “And now I will die for Bran.”

It had not been hard to garner Bran’s notice. In the club she had sat at a table with Suriel. They had some drinks, and Mairi had flirted shamelessly with Suriel, trying to invoke Bran’s jealousy.

“It’s not working,” she hissed.

“Patience,” Suriel whispered, moving closer to her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her hips next to his. “And don’t glare at me. He’ll see through the charade.”

She smiled and pressed closer to him as Suriel leaned in to her, nuzzling her unbound hair. “Good,” he purred. “I can practically hear him choking on his tongue. Don’t look.” He chuckled. “Have eyes just for me.”

She looked up at him then. “I’m getting a bit nervous. I’m right in believing that I have you in me, don’t I?”

He nodded and caressed her cheek. “Yes. Remember that when it comes time to do what you’re going to do.”

“All right,” she whispered.

He kissed her hair and murmured, “I’ll be there when you need me most.”

“I’m ready to do this. Now if only
he
would cooperate.”

Bran could hardly breathe. What the hell was she doing wearing that low-cut dress and draping herself over Suriel’s arm. And what the fuck was Suriel doing, leering down the front of her dress?

He saw Mairi cuddle into the bastard, saw her look up at him and smile, and rage like he had never felt before shot through him like a bolt of lightning. He couldn’t stand this, watching her with him, especially now, knowing what it was like to feel her clamping around him, sucking his cock in deep.

In three strides he was at her side, pulling her away from Suriel.

“Come with me,” he growled.

She dug the heels of her shoes into the carpet. “I don’t think so.”

Bran’s mood blackened and he picked her up, carrying her out of the room and to the stairs that led to his bedroom.

“Put me down,” she yelped, hitting his back with her fists. He did, but then all but dragged her up the stairs before shoving open the bedroom door. He slammed it shut and pressed her against it with his body. He was hot. Hard. And dying for her.

“If you want it so bad,” he growled, “I’ll give it to you.”

Roughly, Bran crushed his mouth against Mairi’s, forcing her to accept him, wiping away all traces of Suriel. Moaning, Mairi wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing the mounds of her breasts up against his chest. His body tightened, his cock swelling. Their kiss was unbroken as he crossed the floor and pushed her onto the bed. Her body was restless against his, her fingers clenching in his hair, bringing him closer to her. Bran’s kiss turned more carnal, and Mairi returned it with exuberance, matching his rhythm and allowing her tongue to dance with his.

“I want you naked,” he said in a gruff voice. He wanted to tear that dress from her body, but he didn’t want to spare the time, so he waved his hand and the fabric melted away.

His gaze took her in, and he hungrily devoured her. He couldn’t wait to feel her thighs wrapped around him and his cock sinking into the cunt he had been dreaming of all day.

He found her mouth again, ravishing her lips. He cupped her, skimming his thumb along her nipple. She moaned into his mouth and he filled his hands with her breasts, watching the expression of pleasure cross her face. Their gazes met and he very purposely skimmed both thumbs across the taut, pink nipples so that he could watch her eyes widen and her tongue come out to wet her lip.

His body was raging with heat and the urge to take her. To fuck her—
hard
.

He pressed forward, nuzzling the valley of scented skin between her breasts. Then he kissed a path down her abdomen as his fingers set about stroking her calves, working their magic up past her knees to the inner facings of her thighs.

Mairi was panting with lust. She twisted beneath him, but he stopped her with his heavy thigh on hers. “Be still.”

Bran’s tongue crept out and raked along her flesh. He felt in his own body the stabbing pleasure that snaked through hers. They were connected in a way Bran had never known. His sigils, already glowing, were now a pure white, instead of gold and pewter. Something was happening. The exchange was different, more powerful.
Exciting.

He returned to her quim, stroking it with his tongue, covering every inch of her. “Watch me between your thighs,” he demanded. “I want you to know who is giving you this pleasure.”

Mairi studied Bran’s dark head moving languorously between her legs. Reverently she raked her fingers through his hair, watching as he slowly made love to her with his lips and tongue, listening to his sighs of pleasure as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

Mairi drew her knees up, holding her thighs to Bran’s head. He took his time, savoring her; bringing her up, then slowly down, each time building her up higher and higher until she was nearly there, nearly able to grasp the orgasm, only to have it snatched away.

“Oh, God, Bran,
please
,” she cried, reaching for him, but he pulled away and sat up, away from her reach.

He looked down at her, and wings suddenly appeared, black and shining, from between his shoulder blades. She gasped in surprise, but they were beautiful, magnificent. They wrapped around her, cocooning her as he grasped her wrists and brought them above her head. She gave a little moan of pleasure, at the strength in his hold, and the erotic play of feathers at her back.

“Have you ever been tied up, Mairi?”

She shook her head, her hips meeting the thrust of his, the folds of her sex opening, rubbing against his cock. A black feather gently brushed the swell of her breast and she moaned, liking the sensation and the tingling.

“Will you let me?”

Trust. It would take so much to allow this. But this was Bran. And inside the span of his wings, she felt safe and secure. “Yes,” she breathed.

A feather fell from his wing and stretched into a band of black silk, then wrapped itself around her wrists and tied them to the headboard.

She gasped as it pulled tighter, making her arch till her breasts were at the level of Bran’s mouth.

“Very nice,” he whispered, touching his tongue to her nipples. His gaze flickered to the feathers that brushed against her hair. They came free and trailed down her body until they pulled at her ankles, spreading her legs as Bran straddled her hips. The feathers became lengths of black silk that tied her to each post on the footboard.

“Your magic comes in rather handy,” she panted, trying to lighten the mood.

With his hand, he spread her sex and touched her. Around her all she could see was the black of his wings. Before her was Bran, looking feral and beautiful.

“You’re very wet, Mairi, and that’s not by magic.”

“No, you’re right.”

He rolled her nipple, pinched it, letting it sting, before soothing it with his touch. His sigils glowed where he touched her, and she watched, mesmerized as they moved, absorbing the pleasure she felt.

“You are very powerful, Mairi. Already I can feel you creeping into my blood. Your energy makes me strong.”

“I’m glad,” she murmured, wetting her lips. His thigh rode up, pressing against her sex, and she moaned.

“I like you spread like this,” he whispered darkly in her ear. “You’re dripping wet, Mairi. And it’s just for me.”

Nodding, she moaned, closed her eyes, and felt the vibration of his body as his chest brushed against hers. She was aching for it, the feel of him, pierced and hard entering her.

She arched more, trying to get his thigh in the right spot, but he moved back and reached for her hips. Lifting her, he thrust into her, firm, hard, and she cried out, feeling the hum in him course through her entire body.

He moaned as well, and thrust again, slow. Intent. She opened her eyes, saw him watching his invasion of her, and grew wetter. He touched her clitoris, flicking it just the way she liked.

“Faster,” she begged, twisting in her bonds. The tips of the feathers that lay near the curve of her breasts whispered softly against her nipple. “Bran,” she cried, needing the orgasm that was so close.

He stroked her faster, harder, his cock going deep inside her. “
Muirnin
,” he whispered as he pressed against her, his mouth finding hers in a hungry kiss.

Rocking against her, he entered, retreated. She felt at his mercy like this, unable to touch him, and she knew that was what he had intended, to have her feeling him surrounding her instead.

He thrust hard, the bed groaning beneath his weight. She took him all, wanted more, until his hands slipped between their bodies and he found her clitoris, finishing her off. He swallowed her sounds, fell atop her. The binds released her and his wings were suddenly gone.

He curled into her, holding her tight, breathing in the scent of her hair as his body trembled atop hers. She held him safe as she ran her hands over his shoulders, kissed his neck.

She loved this man. She had known it all day. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him.
Nothing
.

All he could smell was her, coating his skin, his nose. He felt her touch, stroking him, and he felt himself grow strong, yet weaken. He pulled away and got off the bed, watching her, knowing that this was the moment he had envisioned for weeks. This was his death vision. And all he could think about was how damn much he wanted to sink deep inside Mairi’s body and fill her up.

He didn’t want to believe that Mairi would kill him. Would take the athame that lay on the nightstand and plunge it between his shoulder blades. Not a mere mortal. Not Mairi, the woman he had fallen in love with.

But if he died tonight, so be it. He was done denying himself.

Mairi dropped her arms and slowly lowered her leg, revealing a thatch of soft black curls and a glistening pink quim. Her scent was thick, evocative. His head swam with it, and his taste buds tingled. Even his sigils flickered, remembering the kind of magical essence Mairi possessed.

“Bran?” she asked, and he reached for her ankle and pulled her to the end of the bed.

His hand fisted in her hair and he sat her up, fitting his cock into her mouth. “Please,” he begged, as her tongue flicked over the sigils that ran up his shaft. The energy she created snaked up his cock, making the piercing burn. It felt so damn good.

She looked up at him as she sucked him, and he watched her, loving the way she looked with his cock in her mouth. Her fingers wrapped around the base, stroking up and down, and he groaned, unable to hide the sounds of pleasure that erupted from deep within as she flicked her tongue over his piercing.

“Mairi,” he whispered as orgasm threatened him. She wouldn’t listen, but sucked him harder. He pulled away, crawled on top of her till she lay flat on her back, her tongue on his cock. His hands found her breast, then her nipple, and he tugged gently, then harder as she increased the suction on his cock.

She was wild beneath him, and he slipped a finger between her folds, making her moan.

“You flow heavy. And it’s all for me. Isn’t it, Mairi?”

She moaned as he filled her with another finger. He wouldn’t last like this, and if this was the last night he was to have with her, Bran didn’t want it to end so soon.

Mairi wrapped her thigh around his waist. He rolled with her onto his back so that she straddled him. Her heavy breasts dragged across his chest, and he felt the sharp stabs of her nipples brushing his skin.