Page 19 of Evil Eyed
“Twas a stupid bet.” He breathed heavily, his voice husky. “Even Donn Cúailnge wasn’t immune from my gift. Thankfully I bled out in seconds and the bull lost interest in me.”
Shuddering, I closed my eyes, trying not to imagine how much blood he must have lost. His pain. “I don’t want to see you die. I can’t bear it.”
His fingers stroked over my head, the leather tugging slightly on my hair. “I’m sorry, love. Fighting until we die is what we do.”
I let out a shaky breath, pushing that thought away. Not tonight. I wouldn’t worry about when or how he would die. I refused to waste one moment fretting about things I couldn’t change.
Can I change his fate?A still, small voice whispered in my head.All of the treasures’ fates? Can I find a way to save them? I must. Somehow.
I’d been shocked to see Doran’s scar fade away. I hadn’t tried to heal it. But I wanted to erase this thick, wide scar on Keane. I wanted to wipe the evidence of that death away. As if maybe wiping away one of his deaths would eliminate them all.
What had I done before, other than kissing Doran’s scar? Nothing in particular. At least not that I’d realized or understood.
My lips buzzed with energy, still warm and tingly. From his magic? Or mine? Did it matter as long as it healed him?
Closing my eyes, I didn’t try to force or focus on anything in particular. I allowed sensations to flow over me. How good he tasted. The thick muscle flexing against my mouth as he opened his thighs wider, giving me full access to the tender crease. His sweet, melting taste intensified to thick caramel syrup laced with roasted peppers.
I opened my mouth against the scar and breathed on his skin. Flattening my tongue against the rough texture, I licked the full length of the scar. Again. His thighs trembled beneath me, a faint ripple that made my pussy tighten with anticipation. I cupped his balls in my hand, gently kneading my fingers over the sensitive flesh. Dancing fingertips up the length of his shaft, tracing the veins. Circling my fingertip around his cock head, teasing the slit and underneath the hood.
Turning my head, I lay my cheek on his thigh and let my breath become another whisper-soft caress. I dragged my fingers down his opposite leg, keeping my touch as light as a feather. Down to his knee and back up his inner thigh, spreading my fingers wider. My palm tingled, heating as if I was dragging my fingers through warm water.
I pressed the softest, lightest kiss on his scrotum, and a long breath shuddered through his body. Rising up on my elbows, I leaned down over his groin, letting my hair tickle his stomach, adding to the sweet torment. I wanted to drag out his pleasure as long as possible, to give him all the touch he could ever want, but I didn’t want to actually torture him. He’d already endured watching me with the other guys.
“Fuck me.”
The hoarse, desperate ache in his voice made my pussy throb. A groan caught in my throat, need surging through me with a vengeance. Fighting down the urge to scramble up and take him deep inside me, I let out a ragged laugh. “I was going to give you the same that I gave Warwick.”
Keane shuddered beneath me. “I can’t. I won’t make it. I want to be inside you when I come.”
Me too. Urgency hammered in my veins. I risked a quick lick across the tip of his dick just so I could taste him. Then I crawled up his body. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me astride him. I took him deep, one long, hard thrust to the hilt. My fingers dug into his stomach, my head falling back on a groan of bliss. He sat up, hauling me closer, rocking his hips beneath me.
Eyes dark and wild, he panted out my name. Notmo stór, my lady, love, or even babygirl. Just my name. Me. And it was perfect.
His mouth brushed my cheek, tightening every muscle in my body. Magic shimmered inside him. Inside me. So close.
“Gloves,” I gasped.
With a vicious growl, he lifted one hand to his mouth and used his teeth to drag the leather off his hand. Then the other, the sound of a ripped seam making our breathing even faster. More desperate.
He cupped my face in his palms and locked his mouth over mine. He inhaled me, drinking me down like a man dying of thirst. A starving man. As if he needed to taste my climax on his tongue, the sustenance of my pleasure to feed himself. A long, deep pull on my psyche, my essence, as if he would devour me.
I felt the dip in my inner reserves, as if a tap had opened up inside me. It poured out of me, an endless fountain. A deep underground river that surged higher with every clench of my pussy. Another surge as I cried out into his mouth. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes, sparkling through the surge of energy that flowed into him. Not Warwick’s green and gold magic, or Ivarr’s golden light.
Rainbows, a prism of all colors shimmering with iridescent brilliance. Wave after wave crashed through me into him.
Distantly, I was aware of the conduit wheel spinning inside me. I felt the other treasures climaxing with us. Aidan’s deep, heavy grunt of relief. Doran’s head thrown back, arms outstretched, shoulders wide, as if any moment his gargoyle would leap into the sky. Ivarr’s golden light shining like a noonday sun.
Warwick’s lush green magic, sprinkled with flower petals. Even in the Summer Isle he basked in my pleasure. I hadn’t realized that he’d left this realm. He lay on his back in a bed of rose petals, his hair spread out like a black cloak around him. For a moment, I could smell the heavy perfume of roses. The glide of his silken hair against my cheek.
Then I was tumbling. Falling, spinning out of control into a boneless heap of sweaty skin and shaking muscles.
“Goddess,” Keane whispered shakily. “You filled me.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant but my head still floated somewhere between roses and leather and spinning rainbows.
His bare hand touched my cheek. My breath caught on a groan, my body bracing for another wave of climax to roar through me. But all I felt was the tender touch of his fingers on my skin.
“You satisfied the hunger that has never been satisfied. For the first time in my never-ending existence, I can touch another person without forcing pleasure to pour through their body. I didn’t even know that such a thing was possible.”
