MacRieve

THIRTY-FOUR

Lying beside her, MacRieve buried his fingers in her hair, holding her steady, his gaze on her mouth.

When he kissed her, he growled against her lips, “There’s my Chloe. It’s you.”

He sounded a shade less drunk—and relieved.

Chloe was as well. He hadn’t made her grovel, and they were in bed together. Waves of energy had begun to wash over her, like a fingertip rippling a still pool of water. Though she hadn’t forgiven or forgotten, she was happy to return his kiss.

So he needed her to give over control and let him call the plays? Lead the way, Coach. Everything he’d promised had excited her.

They would have sex, apparently wicked sex; but it wouldn’t mean anything.

Their tongues twined harder and harder until she was moaning into his mouth. His kiss was shattering. He’d wrapped his strong arms around her, holding her body captive against his, chest to chest, as he ravished her mouth.

He didn’t break that kiss until she was light-headed—and her lips were good and bruised. “MacRieve?”

His voice a rasp, he said, “It’s you, Chloe. It’s you I crave.” He gave her another whole-body squeeze, as if he wanted to feel all of her at once. As she lay beside him, his hands dipped down to knead her ass, grinding her mound against his shaft.

She could feel the blood-filled heat of it, scalding against her. “Oh, God, oh, God.” She threw her leg over his hip, wishing he’d put her beneath him, needing his weight on top of her.

“I’m goin’ tae take you tonight,” he said, his brogue thick.

“Yes, yes!” Just keep grinding.

“And I’ll do it how I need tae.”

Just as she was puzzling over his words, she felt his big palm land across her ass. Slap!

Her reaction shocked her. Sounds she didn’t recognize left her lips. She writhed for more, bucking against him. A cool draft of air streamed across the heated skin of her bottom, making her tremble.

He grated, “Now do you understand what the hell that’s all about?”

Somehow she found the presence of mind to cry, “Nope!”

Slap!

Her eyes rolled back in her head. She was all but levitating, dimly aware that she’d begun sucking on his neck. She tightened the leg over his hip, her foot spurring him.

But he was releasing her.

She blinked up at him. “What? Why?”

“Go tae your back. Keep your arms over your head.”

She nodded, biting her lip, wondering what he was going to do to her now.

He rose to his knees, leaning over her. His lips scorched a path from her neck toward one nipple, closing around it. When he suckled her hard, her back arched sharply. He moved to her other nipple, tormenting the peak with another harsh suck, but she loved it, grasping his head to hold him to her.

He nipped her breast. “Arms.”

She shuddered from his bite, a sexy reminder of who was driving tonight. Her arms collapsed over her head.

“Now part your legs.”

She drew her knees up and spread them, welcoming him.

He grated, “Good lass,” and knelt between them. He kissed down her belly, each thorough sweep of his lips making her hips rock. Once the backs of her thighs rested over his shoulders, he dipped his head down to nuzzle her thatch of hair.

“MacRieve!” She flooded with wetness when she realized he was inhaling her scent.

His eyes were heavy-lidded when he finally drew back. “Spread your thighs wider. Let me see what’s mine.”

She bent her knees, letting her legs fall wide.

His gaze was nearly palpable as he peered at her sex. And then . . .

He licked his gorgeous lips with such a possessive—predatory—look that she almost orgasmed at once.

When she’d spread herself in complete surrender, Will’s mouth had watered for her honey. He’d been without it for days.

He clamped her hips and licked the length of her. His sharp growl of pleasure drowned out her cries. “Woman, your taste!” With his second foray, he found her even wetter. He’d be feeding her soon, but right now she was feeding him the sweetest mead he’d ever tasted. He couldn’t lap it up quickly enough.

Between strokes of his tongue, he said, “Did you miss me licking your wet cunny? Tonguing it like this?” He delved deep.

“Oh, oh God . . . not fair . . .” She was on the brink.

Will wanted to tease her even longer, but his Instinct was tolling in his head like a bell:

—Claim your mate.—

His beast was already stirring. And Will felt certain his cock was about to explode.

“Going tae ready you for me, for the seed I mean tae give you.” He slipped a finger inside her, groaning when her untried sheath clenched around it. The moment seemed unreal. He was going to be inside his virgin mate. He could feel her delicate maidenhead, ready for him to claim.

He pressed his opened mouth over her clit to suck it till it throbbed between his lips.

Her hips tried to shoot up from the bed, but he kept her pinned. Her head thrashed, her drying hair streaming out over the pillow.

He wedged a second finger inside her. Brushing kisses against her swollen clit, he said, “Relax, my sweet, and open for me.” As he probed his fingers, her core stretched around them, her folds swelling in welcome.

His beast wouldn’t be denied much longer, was baying inside him to possess its female.

“Chloe, look at me.”

She cracked open her eyes.

“I’ll try tae stay in control as long as I can.” He sat up on his knees, positioning himself. “If I look into your eyes, I might be able tae remain with you longer.” He wanted to be above her like this, watching her expressions, mastering her, taking her like a man.

“And if not, I’ll be looking into your eyes while you change.” Her voice was miserable.

He had his mate in his bed, after waiting nine centuries for her, and she was miserable. Why wouldn’t she be? She was about to lose her virginity to what she believed was a monster.

With his free hand, he awkwardly brushed her hair from her forehead, trying for tenderness, having no idea how to go about it. “I’ll tell you when tae close your eyes. You need tae relax again.” He fingered her entrance harder with shallow pumps, coaxing wetness. “There. That’s it, baby. Give me more of that.”

Her face was relaxing. Her nipples tightened into stiff little berries. He leaned down for a taste of each, earning a moan and more of her honey. It glistened on his fingers as he thrust them inside her.

When he drew his fingers from her, she gave a cry, twisting in the bed, undulating to be filled. His heart sang when she kept her arms above her head. “You’re ready, Chloe.”

Was he?