Page 29 of Tangled Threads Of Fate

“I want you, Nate.” Those were the sweetest words I’d ever heard, and I didn’t hesitate. I dived in to capture her sweet lips in a kiss so ferocious, she might have second thoughts. Instead, she kissed me back with just as much fervor, and I growled against her lips.

Carrying her easily, I walked her back toward the bed. I could’ve gotten a twin room so she could have her own bed, but I was a selfish prick. I knew she wanted me, and that wasn’t justvanity speaking. I was really goddamn old, and Iknewwhen a woman wanted me. It was in the shy blushes, the hopeful look in her eye when I’d brought her food. It was in the way she breathed my name.

The way she came all over my fingers.

I was a selfish asshole, but I wouldn’t be when it came to her. I would give her everything I had left to give. Laying her down, I started stripping her clothes from her body. She was self-conscious, but she was a fucking goddess. She looked ripe and curvy, filled with young, and it set off some primal part of my brain that just wanted to fuck her until she was pregnant forever.

Which was insane. It had been a very long time since I’d been a father, and that had been in a different millennia. A different age.

She slipped that little pink tongue past my lips, and I groaned. Pulling back, I looked down at her, now only in her panties. “So fucking beautiful,” I muttered, and when her hands clenched, coming up to cover her stomach, I gripped them and pulled them above her head, holding them there with one hand. I carefully ensured that I didn’t put any weight on her stomach, which was easy enough because she was a tiny little thing, even with the small belly she was sporting.

“Keep your hands there,mo stóirín.Don’t try to hide from me.” I brushed my lips across hers, then moved further down her body. Straight for her tits, like a goddamn barbarian. Still, when I sucked those dusky nipples between my lips and she moaned, I didn’t think she minded overly much my lack of finesse.

She wiggled around beneath me, her fingers flexing like she wanted to move them, but she didn’t.Such a good girl.

Moving further down, I brushed reverent lips across her stomach, hooking my fingers under the waistband of her underwear. I looked up at her. “I’m going to taste you, and thenI’m going to roll you on top of me so you can ride me like a queen. Would you like that?”

Her moan said more than words could, but still, I wanted them. Luckily, she was more than happy to tell me exactly what she wanted. “As much as I want that, I’ve been sitting on a plane for like, twelve hours. At least let me shower first.”

I laughed. I’d survived the fucking Dark Ages, when people only washed once a month. I didn’t think half a day was going to bother me. But I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, or remind her just how fucking old I was.

“Is that really what you want?” I asked, my hands stroking up the insides of her thighs. “Do you want me to bathe you first?” She shook her head. “Tell me.”

Her tongue came out and wet her dry lips once more. I could see her overthinking things, but I also saw the moment she decided to be brave. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me right now.”

My little queen. “Such a good girl,” I rumbled, freeing her from the last scraps of her clothing. “But mark my words, I’m going to eat this sweet little pussy later, and youwillscream for me. Got it?”

Standing, I also stripped off my clothes, and the way she stared at me made me want to preen. She looked at me like I was the only thing she could see, and this was just my shitty human glamor. Imagine if she saw the real me. The idea of fucking her in my full God form made my balls pull up. I would be too big for her, but that didn’t mean the thought of her working her tight little cunt down onto me didn’t make me want to bathe her in my cum before I was even inside her.

“Wow,” she breathed, and I actually flushed, giving her a cocky grin.

“You can look as much as you like later, little one. Right now, I want you on top of me so I can see those pretty tits bounce.”I climbed onto the bed beside her, gripping her hips, pulling her close and kissing her once more. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. She climbed on top of me, and as her wet core rubbed over the base of my cock, it took every ounce of my willpower not to pull her down onto me. Instead, I leaned up and kissed her again, letting her grind on me until she was sliding along my cock with her own wetness.

I might actually go mad, but I gritted my back teeth and let her move. I wouldn’t rush her. This was at her pace, her comfort.

I whispered things to her in Gaelic, things I couldn’t say to her in English without sounding like a maniac, as her hands pressed into my chest, her nails leaving little indentations. Iwantedto be marked by her. Scratched and scraped. I wanted to wake up in the morning and see the evidence that I’d brought her pleasure.

“Nate,” she breathed, her tone begging for something. Permission, maybe?

I was happy to give it. “Take what you want, Wren.”

Reaching down, she gripped my cock and blindly notched it against her. Then she slid down, and I saw fucking stars. How long had it been since I’d been with a woman? Years? Decades? A century?

None had ever felt like this, though. This level of soul-deep perfection.

Her breathy little moan had me finding her hips and helping her move up and down my shaft.Fuck me.I was going to embarrass myself, coming before she’d even gotten off. Clenching my jaw, I pushed my release away, thinking of anything else but the feel of her sweet little pussy wrapped around my dick.Anythingelse. Mucking out horse stalls. The smell of the early sixteenth century. The shame of not bringing my girl to orgasm before I blew inside her.

I found her clit with my thumb and tapped it as she rode me. “Oh god,” she screamed, her pace picking up, which was both a pleasure and a pain.

“Come for me, Wren. I want to feel you gush around me.”

When she clenched hard, I saw stars or my fucking ancestors or something, but she did as she was told, coming hard on my cock. I breathed a relieved sigh, then pounded up inside her.Yes.I needed to mark her as mine inside and out, to fill her up with me so every man and beast in a hundred-mile radius would know she belonged with me. To me.

Groaning, my balls pulled up tight, and I came so hard, I saw at least ten of my past lives flash before my eyes. Her nails scraped stripes along my chest, and she screamed again.

“Nate!”

I fucking loved it. I wanted to hear her scream my name like that every day until we were both dust in the wind.

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