Page 63 of Broken Veil
A sob caught in her throat. It was so good.
So, so good.
“That’s a lass,” he growled. “That’s my Carys.”
Her flesh was still swollen and sensitive from her first orgasm, and Carys could feel another wave coming as he lifted her up and down, helping her to ride him in the water.
She came all over him, her body tightening around his cock, and fell forward. She wrapped her arms around his neck, crying out against his neck as Duncan thrust up, over and over again until he groaned out her name and dug his fingers into her thighs so hard he might have left bruises.
“Fuck me,” he choked out. “Oh, fuck me.”
“I just did.” She laid her head on his shoulder, and there were flashing lights behind her closed eyes. “It was great.”
“Professor Morgan?”
She kissed his neck. “Yes, Laird Duncan.”
His voice had a tinge of dread. “Condom. We forgot a condom.”
Her breath hitched; then she let it out in a whoosh. “Good thing Laura reminded me to go to the pharmacy when we were in London.” She kissed his shoulder again. “I’m good.”
“You’re more than good.” He stroked his fingers up and down her spine. “You’re amazing.”
“And you have a thing for bathtubs.”
“Only since I met you.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Just so you know, there’s a bathtub in every suite in this house.”
“How many suites?”
“Eleven.”
She nodded. “Then we’ve got our work cut out for us.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was dusk when they followed the narrow trail in the forest behind the house, weaving between the cedars and the pines, the rowan, birch, and the underbrush that grew over the worn path where deer tracks mixed with human.
Andrew walked with them, speaking with Duncan as Lachlan led the way.
“Two imps there.” He pointed at the base of a twisted pine. “Smashed against the roots. Nearly bit my hand in half, vicious little things.”
“Has there been anything besides the imps?” Duncan asked.
“Redcaps, the nasty bastards.” Andrew looked up, and Carys followed his eyes. “More wisps than usual,” he murmured. “Far more.”
Carys saw what he was talking about. They were still quite a ways from the gate, and yet the glowing blue wisps that marked it were dancing overhead like fireflies. There were way more than Carys had ever seen before.
“What does that mean?”
Cadell said, “I can feel the gate even from here. It feels… thinner.”
How did a fae gate get thinner?
Carys felt the familiar sense of dread as they approached a dense stand of red-berried rowan trees with a narrow path cutting into them.
She stopped in her tracks when a cold wave of foreboding passed through her.
Whispers and hissing sounds teased her ears as shadows reached toward them like fingers cut by the setting sun.
