Page 57 of A Celtic Vow
Steam rose off their skin as their kisses grew even more desperate. Ferocious. Their need so intense he didn’t chant away their clothes but tore them away instead. Needed the release of ripping material from her body. Seeing her breasts spill free.
“Husband,” she moaned between kisses as he ran his hands over her ass, up the slender curves of her back, then down again before he clamped her lower lip between his teeth and squeezed her backside hard. Groaned as she squirmed in approval, desperate to feel him inside her.
He rolled her beneath him onto the fur, out of control. Frantic. When he pinned her hands over her head, water washed over their wrists and sizzled. Burned in the blazing heat building between them.
“Aodh,” she gasped. Her dragon eyes grew brighter. “Please...”
Not needing to be told twice, he flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her onto her knees, grabbed her hair hard, and thrust deep inside her. Took her like he had never taken a lass. Would have thought it far too cruel until she shuddered in pleasure and moaned with approval. Until she arched against him and made it clear she liked what he was doing. Wanted more.
Far more.
While he thought consummating their marriage should be slow and romantic, it seemed their dragons thought otherwise. So said the way she roared with approval when he thrust. Not slow and easy but long, hard, violent strokes. He gripped her hips and grunted when she pressed her cheek to the fur but kept her backside in the air. When she let him take her so hard, she cried out not in pain but pleasure.
“Mate,” he murmured, the word coming so easily he knew he’d never take it back. Never think twice about it.
Because shewashis dragon mate.
He felt it in every thrust. In how her dragon seemed to curl around his somewhere deep in his mind while at the same time giving herself to him here and now. Opened herself to him in a way that felt so exquisite pleasure rocketed down his spine, seized his bollocks, and he roared in release. Let go so strongly he barely heard her mutual cry of pleasure but most certainly felt her sheath gripping him.
Would strive to experience that feeling until his dying day.
When she sank down onto her belly, he made to pull away, but she gasped into his mind to stay.
Cover her.
Love her.
So he did, bracing his weight enough that he didn't crush her but stayed inside her. Relished the feel of her taxed body and backside against him. How vulnerable she seemed as he brushed her hair aside and peppered kisses along the back of her shoulder while thrusting just enough to keep his seed moving. Nipped the side of her neck, then dropped kisses along her jaw until he flicked his tongue over the corner of her mouth.
Constance moaned in approval before she braced herself on her elbows and met his kiss the best she could from this angle. Just feeling the warmth of her throbbing sheath combined with the heat of her tongue aroused him again. Made him swell inside her harder than before. Made him bite her shoulder to lock her in place before slamming into her all over again.
This time every move he made pulled a sound from her. Either a moan, groan, yelp, or cry. So many animalistic yet heartfelt sounds that he wanted to look into her eyes when she made them, so he flipped her over and kissed her again. Flicked his tongue over her lips. Wrapped his tongue with hers when her mouth fell open with a particularly deep thrust.
He had never felt like this with a woman. As though he wanted to see and experience everything of the flesh with her. Taste her while he made her climax. See her eyes roll back in her head while he rode her. Feel the muscles in her thighs go weak when her pleasure got too great. Watch the way her heart pounded in a vein in her neck and her nipples engorged and reddened as her pleasure got ready to crest. To drive them both over the edge.
“Constance,” he said hoarsely, cupping the back of her neck. Caught in her dragon eyes. In the way, she gave him control but somehow still controlled him. Owned him as he moved against her. Drove them toward a peak that made him wonder if he would ever come down from it.
“Aodh,” she whispered in his ear, pulling him close, pleading for him to take them where they needed to go. Unable to do it herself because she was so far gone. “Husband.”
She didn’t need to utter another word. That was all it took.
He saw blazing red, pressed deep, and let go again...and again. She, in turn, trembled and kept releasing, as immersed in the powerful moment as he. Gone to it for a time.
Lost in it.
Eventually, he pulled her into his arms and enjoyed the heat of her body in combination with the faint refreshing spray off the waterfall. Neither said a word for a while but caressed each other absently and relished this time together. Time they might not have a lot left of if things didn’t go well with Siobhán.
“They will,” she murmured, twirling her finger on his chest. “Just look at all we have on our side now. All four couples have been reunited, four kingdoms strong, not to mention a Viking dragon and wolf shifter helping us out.”
“Yet I feel the worry you try to hide from me.” He braced himself on an elbow and looked at her. Wanted to see her eyes. “Your concern that there’s something we’re not seeing.” He brushed a damp tendril of hair away from her mouth. “You think Siobhán has an advantage we don’t know about,ta? Something that could defeat everyone?”
“I do,” she granted reluctantly, giving him the truth he was looking for. “I only hope we figure out what that is before it’s too late.”
“We will.” They had to. “And ‘twill give us the advantage we need. ‘Twill see this prophecy fulfilled at last.”
“Then what?” she wondered softly. “Because there’s no historical record of you and your brothers. No record of any druidesses going to a king’s aid in this era.”
“Let us worry about one thing at a time.” He caressed her cheek. “Then know in our hearts that whatever comes of us, we will be together. That we’ll find a life together, wherever that may be. A life we were denied before.”
