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Authors: Cheyenne McCray

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“You could get with child,” he said with a frown.
“I can't get pregnant because my magic protects me from
everything, Keir,” she said. “So you don't have to worry about that.”
Keir hesitated for all of two heartbeats. He gripped her tight in his arms and strode from the living room into her bedroom. She snuggled against his chest.
He settled her on the edge of the bed so she had her hands braced on the mattress, her feet on the floor. Looking up at him, her breathing came a little faster and her heart rate picked up.
The flickering candlelight cast shadows on Keir's face but she could see him better now. He looked so good and her body was so ready for him.
She reached out and slipped her hand into his and tugged, bringing him closer until he stood above her, in between her parted legs.
His voice was husky and raw. “You need to have time to heal—”
“Enough of that.” She threaded their fingers together. When he didn't move, she tugged at him again. “Don't make me hurt you.”
The hint of a smile curved the corners of his lips, just a hint, but it gave her such a thrill to know she had made the big, strong, gruff warrior smile.
“How could I ignore such a threat?” He lowered himself so he was kneeling beside the bed, between her thighs. “What else would you command of me?”
Rhiannon gave a soft laugh. “Stop making me wait already.”
Keir looked down at her feet and slipped her sandals off, then began to stroke her from her heels to behind her knees and back. He did it almost reverently and she felt she was seeing yet another facet of the man who was still pretty much a mystery to her.
As his palms moved to her thighs he looked up and met her gaze. In the candlelight his eyes glittered, filled with something she couldn't read.
“You're taking too long,” she whispered.
That hint of a smile flickered at the corner of his mouth
again before it vanished to be replaced by the usual dark, brooding, bad boy look he always had. He moved his palms along her thighs, pushing her skirt up with the movement. She caught her breath as his fingers reached her panties.
“Why do you wear this?” he said as he ran his palms over the silky material.
Rhiannon giggled and clapped her hand over her mouth. She
never
giggled. Keir was intent on studying her undergarment, which was obviously frustrating him from the look on his face.
“Never had sex with a human before?” Rhiannon said with a grin.
Keir growled as he found the waistband. He jerked down on the panties so hard the silk tore in his big hands. He ripped the material and tossed it aside.
Looked like she'd be making a trip to Victoria's soon.
Keir studied her like he'd found a prize. Rhiannon shivered and her belly flip-flopped at how close his face was to her folds, at the intensity of his expression, and the fire in his gaze.
He moved closer and she smelled her own musk and felt his warm breath on her folds. Her thighs began to quiver from the need to have his mouth on her. “Keir.
Please
.”
Instead of answering her, he nuzzled her curls and she heard his deep inhale. He murmured something in Gaelic. It only added to her excitement and her desire.
When he finally licked her folds, she thought she was going to come with just the one swipe of his tongue. She cried out and gripped the sheet tight in her fists to anchor herself. He buried his mouth against her folds and began licking and sucking. Small spasms caused her core to contract and she clamped her jaws with the effort it took not to come too quickly. It felt much too good to rush and she'd never felt this way with any sex partner she'd had.
She watched him lick and suck her clit and seeing his tongue flick out only brought her closer to the peak. Her whole body began to shake and then she couldn't hold back any longer.
With a loud cry she climaxed. Her thighs clenched around his head and her body rocked against his mouth. He paused and she took deep breaths as her climax slipped away. She almost let herself fall back like she was a pool of melted candle wax, when he started it all over again.
Her thighs quaked even more as he brought her to another peak, shoving her over the edge, faster this round. Her body shook and she squirmed, needing him to stop—she was too sensitive. With every lick her body spasmed. When she fell back onto the bed, he finally stopped and moved so that they lay side by side. He kissed her, this time a hungry, possessive kiss. It was different from the domination he had shown before and the gentleness they'd just shared in the living room.
He began to tug at the buttons on her shirt. She slapped his hand away. “Let me, you big barbarian. All I need is to lose more buttons.”
“Do not make
me
wait,” he said as he settled his palm on her belly. “I want to see the beauty of your body.”
Rhiannon's cheeks heated for some reason at the thought that he was going to see all of her. She fumbled with her buttons but managed to get them undone and her shirt fell open.
Again he looked frustrated. “Why do you cover your breasts? They are so beautiful.”
“It's a bra,” she said with a smile. “It didn't seem to bother you the time we were in the basement.”
“I want it off,” he said in an impatient voice that only made her smile more.
“Hold on. No more ripping off my clothes.” She pushed herself to a sitting position and shimmied out of her shirt, then unfastened the back clasp of her bra. Her heart beat a little faster as she took it off and saw the hunger in his gaze when her breasts were completely bared.
“This, as well.” He pulled at the waistband of her skirt and she hurried to tug it down.
When she was completely naked, he took one of his large hands and pushed her back on the bed again. He ran his hand from the curls of her mound to the spot between her breasts and drew small circles with his fingertips. Then he slid his
hand over to cup the weight of one of her breasts and pinched the nipple. Rhiannon was still in the middle of a gasp when he enveloped her other nipple in his warm mouth and sucked.
She squirmed and moaned as he eased his mouth and hands from one breast to the other. His long hair tickled her chest as he moved and his stubble abraded her skin. He slid one of his hands between her thighs.
She gave a soft cry as his finger entered her folds but his mouth took the cry from her when he kissed her, and turned the cry into a moan.
He began fingering her sensitized clit as he kissed her and in seconds she climaxed so hard, tears moistened her eyes.
When Keir drew back from the kiss he cupped her face in both of his hands. “You are so beautiful,
a stór,”
he murmured as he rubbed one of her cheeks with his thumb.
Rhiannon didn't have the breath to say a word.
Keir stroked Rhiannon's flushed cheek with his thumb as he cupped her face. He wanted to smile at the pleasure it had given him to give her pleasure. He moved one hand and caressed the line of her curves from her hip to the indentation of her waist to her soft shoulder. He wanted to part her thighs and thrust into her so badly he almost shook with the need for it.
Rhiannon gave him a sated smile that warmed his heart. She brought her hand to his cheek before exploring him and touching him in much the same way—only she was naked and he was fully clothed.
She rose up on one elbow so she was above him. Her lips met his and she sighed into his mouth. A raging beast rose up inside him that he could barely control. Gods how he wanted to take her now.
Her small hand slid down his chest to the waistband of the human jeans he wore and he hissed as her fingers traveled lower.
“Mmmmmmm.” Rhiannon cupped his erection through his jeans and squeezed, almost taking the breath from him at the pain and pleasure of it. “Big. I like big.”
“Rhiannon—” He groaned as she moved her hand lower between his thighs and squeezed his balls.
She kissed the curve of his neck and he inhaled her citrus
and woman scent. Her musk hung in the air, only serving to make his cock harder. She moved her lips to the neckline of his T-shirt and flicked her tongue on his bared skin.
Keir shuddered at just the small contact. “You have been ill, little one.”
Her grip on his balls tightened and he grimaced. “You're not going to play the self-sacrificing warrior on me.” She scooted lower and he breathed a sigh of relief when she released him. “You get to see me, I get to see you. Fair's fair.”
Keir remained flat on his back but slipped his fingers into the hair at the base of her neck. Her short auburn hair was silky beneath his touch and the contact made his belly tighten even more.
“You are a demanding wench,” he said and she looked up at him.
“I'm not above another burst of spellfire, buddy,” she said, but a teasing glint sparked in her eyes.
He winced at the thought, but when she unfastened the button of his jeans, he groaned. In short work she had his erection in her hand, running her fingers up and down his length.
“Wow.” Her voice was breathless. “If all male D'Danann are this well-endowed, no wonder Silver and Copper are so happy.”
Keir couldn't say anything if he tried because as soon as she finished speaking she slipped her lips over the head of his cock.
Gods, her mouth felt so warm and hot that his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. No woman had ever made him feel the way Rhiannon did at this moment. As though he would combust into a raging bonfire if she continued licking and sucking him as she was.
Her fingers moved up and down his shaft in time with her mouth as she took him deep. She made soft moaning sounds as she sucked his cock, as if she enjoyed giving him such pleasure.
She let his moist erection slide from her mouth and he wondered if his disappointment showed on his face.
“Take your clothes off.” Her tone was demanding, as if she would not take no for an answer.
Who was he to refuse anything of this beautiful witch?
He eased from the bed, never taking his eyes from Rhiannon's. Candlelight flickered over her features and glittered in her eyes. There was no mistaking the desire she had for him—nor the desire he felt for her.
He undressed and Rhiannon licked her lips as if he were a tasty morsel. That only made him harder, made him want her more.
When he stood naked before her, she rose from the bed and moved so close to him their bodies melded. He gave a low growl and wanted to shout, “Mine!”
Gods, where had that come from?
Rhiannon reached up and kissed him before moving her lips away until they reached the scar on his cheek. He held his breath as she kissed its length, one slow kiss at a time. When she reached the end of his scar, she licked a trail to his ear. She gently bit his earlobe and he shuddered with need.
He was so close to picking her up, throwing her on the bed, parting her thighs, and fucking her till she screamed. And he knew she would scream.
But no. Instead he allowed her to explore his naked body with her mouth and hands.
She reached up and caressed the scar on his cheek with her fingertips. “You'll have to tell me about this.” She knelt before his cock. “But we'll save that for later.”
For that he thanked the gods. Fuck now, talk later.
She brushed her lips up and down his erection. “How much stamina does a D'Danann warrior have?”
He slipped his fingers into her short silky hair again. “I could take you many times over in this one night.”
Rhiannon gave a soft laugh. “My kind of man.”
Keir was not sure he liked that response. He did not want her to be with any other man. Not ever again.
The thought bothered him but then vanished from his mind the moment she took his cock in her mouth once more.
Keir groaned and looked down at Rhiannon as he
watched his erection move in and out of her silky mouth. She looked up at him and when her gaze met his, he thought he would climax just from the look in her green eyes.
She released his erection from her warmth and he groaned.
“I want you to come in my mouth.” She blew softly on the head of his erection. “I want to taste you.”
Keir thought he must be dreaming. The Faeries and Pixies must have conjured some kind of spell to make such a perfect being as this witch.
She went down on him again and his hips bucked against her face. She caressed his balls in one of her hands, alternately squeezing and fondling them. Her other hand worked his cock harder as her head bobbed up and down. With every touch, every lick, every suck Keir felt himself pitching forward into a realm he had never been to before. This witch wove magic around him. Her mouth was magic, her hands were magic. Even her eyes held magic in their depths.
His entire body began to tremble. Such incredible pleasure built in his groin that he almost could not stand.
Light nearly blinded him in his mind as he shouted. His seed burst from his cock into Rhiannon's mouth and he had to grip her hair to keep from dropping to his knees.
She continued sucking and swirling her tongue along his length until he forced her to stop by drawing her away.
“Gods, Rhiannon.” He could barely get the words out as he drew her up to stand and pressed his sweat-dampened skin to her cool flesh. “Perhaps this warrior does not have the stamina it takes to please you.”
She gave a soft laugh and reached up to press her lips to his. When she drew back she smiled and tugged on his hand. “I'll bet this warrior has plenty more left in him.”
He couldn't have stopped her if he tried, his body was so relaxed from such a magical orgasm.
Keir eased onto the bed with her and they tangled their legs and arms as they kissed and touched one another. Their lovemaking became fiercer with every kiss, every touch, until he thought he had entered an Otherworld where nothing existed but pleasure.
Rhiannon wanted Keir so badly she was almost crazed with it. Nothing else existed for her at that moment but the big man who had her engulfed in his embrace, his thigh pinning hers down while his rock-hard erection pressed against her belly.
Their kisses grew more frantic and Rhiannon's head felt as if it was floating and she was in some other realm.
Before she knew it, he flipped her on her back so she was looking up at him. His muscular bulk pinned her down, but not so much that she was uncomfortable. Instead it was a joining of bodies that made her feel a part of him.
Only it wasn't enough.
“I know you'll feel so good inside of me.” She had a difficult time talking with him on top of her. She wriggled beneath him. “Please. I want you.”
That now familiar rumble rose up in his chest that thrilled her every time. It was a primal sound, a possessive sound that somehow turned her on even more.
Keir's bad-boy expression made her hotter, wetter. He knew how she was feeling. She could tell by the look on his face. Fierce male pride that made a thrill skitter through her belly.
“Spread your thighs.” His commanding voice made her obey at once.
She widened her thighs and his hips settled in between them. The press of his cock against her folds made her moan and arch up to him.
He braced his arms to either side of her chest and looked down at her. In the candlelight she saw the harsh planes of his face, the wicked scar across his cheek, and the hard look of one who got what he wanted. He had wanted her and now he had her. And she had him.
A low thrill settled in her belly.
“Who do you belong to, witch?” he demanded, shocking her with his question as he held himself poised above her.
Rhiannon swallowed. “No one,” she whispered.
His expression grew more fearsome. “No,
a stór.
You are
mine.”
She started to shake her head to argue but he clamped his lips to hers in a possessive kiss, and pressed his cock harder against her folds. His shoulder-length hair tickled her face and neck and his stubble rubbed her mouth until it felt raw.
When he raised his head he narrowed his eyes. “Who do you belong to?”
She shook her head but this time he captured her nipple in his mouth and bit it. Rhiannon cried out and arched her back and he moved his mouth to her other nipple. She pressed up against his cock that teased her folds. So close to being inside her, yet he was holding her back, trying to force her to say something she didn't want to.
Was she falling for him? If she was, when had it happened?
The first day they met?
That time in the basement?
When he took care of her while she slept?
When she woke and he'd spoken so gently to her?
When he insisted that she remain safe?
When he had her watched over whenever he wasn't there to do it himself?
Or was it because of the way he was making love to her now?
That was it. She was living in the moment, feeling the moment. It was nothing more than that.
He stopped sucking her nipples and raised his head again. In the candlelight perspiration glistened on his forehead. The room smelled of their sex, their sweat, the blueberry candle.
“Who do you belong to?” he demanded again.
“I can't—” She gripped his biceps and looked up at him. “Don't make me say it.”
Keir gave her a surprisingly tender look. “You will admit it.” He placed the head of his erection at the entrance to her channel.
“Mine,” he said as he thrust his cock deep inside her.
Rhiannon cried out, almost coming off the bed. He was big, so very big. He stretched her, filled her, touched her in ways no man had ever touched her before.
He began to thrust in and out. Slowly out, then hard in. Slowly out, then hard again—over and over and over. He drove in deep enough that she felt him in her belly.
Keir continued to look at her in that way that made her feel like she was treasured, precious, and his. It should have bothered her but it didn't, oh, goddess, right now it didn't.
His thrusts gradually increased in speed. Cries of pleasure escaped her with every movement he made. She wriggled under him until she was almost out of control.
He reached between them and fingered her clit and the fire between them exploded. She screamed as her body trembled beneath his. Spasm after spasm rocked her and heat waves flooded her over and over again.
Keir continued to thrust in and out of her, his look one of sheer satisfaction, as if he had just put his mark on her.
He threw back his head and let loose a deep, rumbling shout as his hips bucked against hers. She felt his climax as if it were her own.
With one last groan he collapsed on top of her, knocking the breath from her. Then he raised himself up just enough so that she could breathe.
Keir stared down at her, his cock still inside her. “Mine.”
Rhiannon woke sometime later, and saw through her curtains that the sky was just beginning to lighten.
Her stomach rumbled, reminding her of the original reason she had climbed out of bed hours ago. To her surprise she felt no pain at all in her head and her sleep had been peaceful.
Must have been the incredible orgasms. Was it four she'd ended up having? Five? Six?
She sighed then tried to move, but she couldn't even wiggle with Keir's big body draped over hers. For a moment she thought about what Keir had said. How he had insisted she was his.

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