Page 121 of Broken Veil
“Yes, you can.” He murmured the words against her softest flesh. “Daughter of two worlds,” he whispered, “queen of my world. Tell me.”
“I’m…” Her entire body was shaking. “I’m sexy.”
“Fucking right you are.” His hand left her right breast and slapped the side of her hip lightly. “Tell me to make you come with my mouth.” He licked her again. “With my tongue.”
She was going to die, and then the bad guys might win, but she’d be dead, so who cared?
“Make me…” She arched up when he slapped her hip again and pinched her left nipple. “Oh God, make me come!” she yelled.
He gripped her ass, lifted her body to his mouth, and feasted on her.
The orgasm that ripped through Carys was so intense she felt her entire body seize, her muscles quaked, and her toes curled so hard she was worried she was going to break her foot.
She had no words. No consciousness. She was pretty sure she blacked out.
When her eyes opened, Duncan was braced over her, his intense green gaze fixed on her face. “I love you so much,” he whispered. “Thank you for calling me your man.”
She could feel his erection pressing against her thigh, so she shifted until he was at her entrance, and then Duncan slid inside and rocked into her with an aching, easy rhythm that made more tears fall from the corners of her eyes.
Duncan kissed them away and whispered something. It took her a moment to understand what he was saying because his accent was so thick.
“…sweetest woman. God love me, you’re so brave, Carys. Never imagined…”
“I never imagined love like this.” She wrapped her hands around his wrists and turned her face so she could kiss his arm. “I thought it was only in books.”
He let out a harsh laugh, and then his body tensed and the pace of his thrusts increased.
Carys lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, drawing him closer until they were a single creature of flesh and heart and tangled limbs. She was he and he was everything and she could not imagine a time when loving Duncan was not part of her soul.
“I love you.”
Duncan came with a harsh breath and buried his face in Carys’s neck.
She trailed her fingers along his nape, kissing his temple and pressing her cheek to his. “You are the dream that I was too afraid to dream.”
And tangled with her lover, Carys fell asleep.
“He always loved you.”Seren was sitting on the side of the loch where the kelpie had tried to kill Carys. “Or I guess he loved the idea of you. And then he met you, and he fell in love with the real you, not the idea.”
“Was that how you loved Lachlan?”
“I love Lachlan.” Seren swallowed hard, her fierce gaze pointed into the distance. “Just because you’re dead it doesn’t mean you stop loving someone.”
“I’m sorry.” Carys was sitting next to her on a fallen log not far from where Aisling had been taken by the kelpie, where Lachlan had lost yet another woman who had loved him. “I didn’t know. I mean, I knew that he’d lost his wife, but I didn’t know about…” She spread her hands and looked over the shimmering loch, the pearlescent sky, the forest where she couldsee unicorns grazing along the verge. “All of this. Or you. Or who you were to me.”
Seren turned to Carys. “If you had known?”
Carys frowned. “Then it would have been like… I don’t know, sleeping with my kind-of-dead-sister’s husband.” She shook her head. “So that’s a no.”
Her Shadowkin nodded. “I can accept that.”
Carys watched Seren’s face, which was like looking into a mirror if that mirror was distorted by time, experience, and death. “It’s very strange.”
“What in particular?” The curl of her lip at the corner was her father’s.
“Looking at you. It’s my face, but it’s not.” She smiled. “I see King Dafydd in you.”
Pain streaked across Seren’s expression. “Did you pull me into your dream so you could torment me?”
