Page 23 of Shattered Veil
A current seems to pulse between us, the mate bond flaring to life with an intensity that steals my breath. Brigid’s eyes widen, pupils dilating as she feels it too. The rest of the world fades away until there is only her - the softness of her skin, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the intoxicating scent that is uniquely Brigid.
“Tiernan,” she whispers. Her fingers trail up my arms. Her eyes are wide with need.
“Yes, Brigid?” I manage. Gods how I want this woman. Right now.
“I need—” she pleads, her voice barely above a whisper. A flush creeps across her cheeks, making her even more beautiful.
Though she can’t say the words, I know instinctively what she’s asking me for. Brigid wants the burden she’s been carrying off of her shoulders. She wants to let go, and for someone else to take control.
That’s something I can indulge her in.
I stop denying the growing hunger within me. Primal instincts I thought I’d tamed long ago claw their way to the surface, demanding release. The urge to claim Brigid, to have her completely under my control, surges through my veins.
“Lie back.” The authority in my tone tolerates no argument, and Brigid doesn’t try. She eases herself back onto the mossy ground, the cool air now caressing her flushed skin and the contact with the cold ground making her shake.
The sight of her, laid bare before me, obeying my command, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath she takes, nearly sends me over the edge.
“Spread your legs,” I order.“Show me everything.”
She hesitates for just a moment before slowly parting her thighs. My cock throbs painfully as her glistening folds are revealed to me.
I kneel between her legs, my hardness pushing against the resistance of my trousers as I take in the breathtaking sight before me. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I need more.
“Wider,” I demand.“I want to see all of you.”
Brigid whimpers softly but complies, spreading herself open with her hands. Her clit peeks out from its hood, swollen and begging for attention. I growl in approval.
“Good girl,” I praise, running my hands up her legs, holding them open. Her body shivers with anticipation or fear, or perhaps a potent mix of both.
“Tell me what you need, Brigid.” I command, my voice thick with raw desire.
Her eyes widen, her pupils dilating further as she looks at me with a mix of lust, longing and... fear.“I...” she gulps, biting her lower lip.“I... I want you to take control,” she finally manages to spit out in a trembling voice.“I... I need you to make it all go away.”
A surge of dark satisfaction courses through my veins as the knowledge that she’s willing—not just willing, but asking—to submit to me washes over me.
“Is that what you really want?” I ask.
Brigid nods.
“Then show me how you touch yourself,” I direct.
Brigid hesitates for a moment before she reaches down, slipping a hand between us. With a shy glance in my direction, she begins to circle her clit. I watch, hypnotized, as her breath becomes shallow and her hips buck.
“Good girl,” I praise.“Show me what you like.”
She inserts a finger into her slick entrance, moaning softly.
“You’re going to make yourself come for me, Brigid. Show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone.”
Brigid moans, her fingers moving faster.“Please, Tiernan. I want you to do it. I need you inside me.”
“Not yet,” I say.“Be a good girl and come for me first. Then I’ll fuck you.”
Her eyes widen at my crude words. I stretch out beside her, propping myself up on one elbow. My free hand drifts to her breast, fingers lazily circling her nipple.
“Let me help you,” I murmur, pinching the hardened bud. Brigid gasps, her back arching.
