Page 101 of Throne of Dreams
Easy silence filled the space between them, and Maeve glanced out the window to the west once more before facing him.
“I need to tell you something.”
He stilled and a line creased his brow. “What is it?”
“It’s Fearghal.”
The air whispering in through the room cooled and she shivered. Thunder rumbled and Tiernan’s gaze darkened, clouded by the storm rising inside him.
“What of him?”
Maeve told him everything she’d learned in the library. She told him about Fearghal and how he was a Puca, a shifter, a creator of portals. How she’d misinterpreted the will o’ wisp’s words; the source of the Scathing wasn’t Parisa. She had no magic. It was Fearghal. She told him aboutThe Legend of the Pucaand how she’d found the drawing of Fearghal sketched onto one of the pages, how he seemed to mock her.
Tiernan’s shoulders were rigid, strained with tension. “Then we must plan to go to Kells at once. The sooner we get rid of the Scathing and find the Furies—”
“And bring back Saoirse,” Maeve added.
“And bring back Saoirse,” he smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes, “the sooner we can focus on defeating Parisa.”
“I agree.” Maeve pressed her lips together. “And having the Furies on our side will be helpful against her.”
“Yes.” Tiernan studied her and reached out, rubbing his hands up and down her arm. “How long have you known about Fearghal?”
“Since…” Maeve’s voice trailed off, not wanting to remember how badly she’d wanted to speak with him and share the news of her discovery, only to be thwarted by Merrick. Only to discover Ciara in his bedroom.
He read her face and heknew.
“I’m sorry.” He tilted her chin up to him and kissed both of her cheeks. “I’m sorry.” His lips brushed along her forehead. “I will never hurt you like that again.”
Outside, the stars were slowly winking out and the faint glow of dawn lingered on the horizon in tempered shades of pink and bronze.
She entwined her arms around Tiernan’s neck and drew him down to her. He peppered kisses along her jaw and neck all while his fingers skimmed down the length of her. His mouth slanted across hers, his tongue gliding over the seam of her lips, seeking entry. She opened for him readily, sinking her teeth into his bottom lip. He growled and cupped her ass with both hands, jerking her hips forward and pressing her into the stiff proof of his arousal.
Beneath the delicate fabric of her gown, her nipples hardened, and she rubbed them against his chest. The friction of lace and flesh spread a rush of heat through her. Everywhere he touched set her skin on fire, and the sensitive area between her thighs throbbed with desire. She was hot. Wet. Dripping with need.
The rubies dangling from her shoulders tinkled softly as she latched onto his shoulders and he gripped the heavy beading of her gown, gathering it in fistfuls and hiking it up to her waist. “This fucking dress.”
“It’s my new favorite.” She licked the tattoo spiraling up his neck. “Don’t ruin it.”
“Of course, my lady.”
One hand moved between her legs, and he dragged his calloused palm up to her inner thigh. His fingers thrummed against her heated flesh, playing against her skin the same way she watched him strum his guitar. She squirmed beneath his velvety touch.
“Any other requests?” he murmured, gliding his thumb back and forth along her slick folds.
“Yes,” she gasped and looked into his eyes. Desire rippled through the pools of violet and sapphire, the gold flecks glinted with heat. He ran his teeth along his bottom lip and his gaze darted down to her mouth. “I want you. All of you. From now until dusk gives way to the dawn. Until stars dance between us.”
“As you wish.”
Tiernan removed his hand and grabbed her legs, lifting her. He pinned her backside to the window, bracing her, anchoring her. He glamoured away all his clothing, and for once, he was the one who was deliciously naked while she was fully clothed. A second later, the pads of his fingers bit into the flesh of her thighs as he spread her legs wider, making room for him. The metal studs climbing along his shaft were a cool shock against the burning heat of her core. Shivers of anticipation raced down her spine and she wriggled in his hold, urging him closer, desperate for him to fill her.
“Are you ready?” Lust thickened his words.
“Yes.” Her tongue darted out, swiping along his neck. “Yes.”
He kissed her soundly and slammed into her, swallowing her gasping cry. Again, he stretched her, and she took the full length of him. Her head fell back against the glass door. Every thrust took her higher and higher. She locked her ankles around his back, beckoning him to drive deeper inside her. Her chest rose and fell in ragged, heavy breaths, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more. Wanted more.
“Do you trust me?” His whisper caressed her skin.
