Page 29 of Storm Dragon
“Yes, it is true, but I will try to catch up on all that I’ve missed.”
“And I will help. I promise.”
“That is wonderful…” Then he stopped, and his expression turned stern. “But I do not want one of those strange communication devices. They give me a headache.”
“And that is why even the wifi is…”
“Wi-wi-wifi?”
Patting his chest, she let all the love and adoration she already felt for him fill their Mating Bond as she teased, “No worries, my love. Let’s just say all the electronics that had your mental antennas going haywire have been disconnected.”
“And that…” He leaned so close that the tips of their noses touched. “…is just another reason why I love you, Mo phiseag bheag.” Then he kissed her with so much passion and love that Tamsyn was sure they were floating in the air.
There was no doubt in her heart, mind, or soul that she loved Ruairí just as much as if she’d known him her whole life, and even though she never wanted her Dragon to stop kissing her, Tamsyn needed to tell him right away. Leaning back from their embrace, she looked up at his handsome face, and for the briefest of moments, her mind was so filled with everything that she was feeling that it took her a minute to find the words.
Of course, her Mate took the opportunity to ask, “What are you so intently thinking about, mo chat beag? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, well, except that you keep calling me your little cat or kitten,” she chuckled. “I haven’t been little in a whole lotta years.”
“Would you rather I call you mo gràidh or m' ulaidh ort? Or would it be best if I just say Tha gaol agam ort?”
“I like beloved, and my darling is good too, but what does the last one mean?”
“Are you referring to Tha gaol agam ort?”
“Yes, goofy man, you know I am.”
Lifting her onto his lap with the arm he had around her, Ruairí positioned Tamsyn so that she had to straddle the huge muscle in his thigh as he looked deep into her eyes. Smiling so sweetly and with so much adoration in his expressive Emerald eyes that it stole the breath from her lungs, her Dragon whispered, “Tha gaol agam ort means I love you with everything that I am in the language of the Ancients, and no truer words have ever been spoken.”
Lying his lips to hers, he added the following sentiment directly into her mind, “Leamsa gu bràth, leatsa gu bràth, le chèile gu bràth mar a bhitheas sinn.”
Repeating his lovely words in English, Tamsyn deepened their kiss, opening all she was to her Dragon as she purred, “Forever mine, forever yours, together forever is how we shall be. I love you, Ruairí O’Clery. I love you something awful, and I don’t even care that it took a hurricane for me to find you.”
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Needing no more persuasion, Ruairí slid his free arm under Tamsyn’s knees and got to his feet. Stalking across the living room, he stopped with his foot on the bottom step. Leaning down until his lips touched her ear, he whispered, “Tamsyn Elizabeth Ryber-O’Clery, you are the beat of my heart, the very air I breathe. Until I met you, I was only living half a life. May I love you with all that I am, and mark you as my very own?”
Turning in his arms, Ruairí felt her gasp and the skip of her heartbeat before he heard either. Then his heart nearly burst from his chest when she nodded, and breathed, “I thought you’d never ask, Dragon Man.”
That was all the encouragement the Guardsman needed. He waited several lifetimes to be with the woman made for him by the Universe, and he could wait no longer. Taking the steps three at a time, he pushed the door at the end of the hall open with his renewed Magic and, if possible, moved even faster.
Crossing the threshold was in the top ten moments of his life, and as he kicked the door closed, his lips found Tamsyn’s while she was still in his arms. The slow burn of their passion rapidly became an uncontrollable blaze as he slipped his arm out from under her knees, turned her to face him completely, and let her body slide down his.
His erection strained against the zipper of the pants, the Black Bear known as Luke called jeans, as his need to be one with his Mate grew into a living, breathing entity within him. Walking Tamsyn backward, sure not to break their connection, Ruairí stopped only when he knew they were standing next to her bed.
Wanting their first time to last as long as both he and his beautiful Bobcat Queen could stand, Ruairí moved from her lips, kissed the column of her neck, and with little more than a thought removed her wine-colored T-shirt. Nipping across the apex of her shoulder, he tasted every freckle he could find as the aroma of bluebells and fresh sunshine filled his senses. When she struggled to breathe and whispered his name, the Guardsman smiled against her skin, thrilled that his Mate was just as excited as he was. Kissing his way back to her mouth, marking every inch of her silken skin as his and his alone, he kissed Tamsyn until visions of their naked bodies intertwined in breathless abandon filled their minds and their Mating Bond. Then and only then, did he repeat his efforts on her other bare shoulder.
The more he tasted, the more labored Tamsyn’s breathing became. Her voluptuous breasts became a temptation he could no longer resist. Kissing across the lace top of her bra, he let his tongue slide behind the soft fabric and tasted the decadent flesh of his One True Fated Mate. Not only was Tamsyn the most beautiful person he’d ever laid eyes on, but she was also a treat from the Heavens.
His heart beat faster, and his cock grew even harder as she moaned with pleasure and held him close, unable to resist the unbreakable bond between them. Opening the hooks at her back, Ruairí’s fingers touched every inch of naked flesh as it was revealed, causing Tamsyn to sexily growl, “Oh, Ruairí, please… I-I… I need you. Please… Please… Hurry.”
When he didn’t respond as quickly as his Mate would’ve liked, she writhed against him with renewed passion and tried to grab hands, but the Guardsman was having none of it. Continuing his slow, passionate perusal, Ruairí whispered into her mind, “Patience, m' ulaidh ort. I’ve waited a lifetime for this very moment, and I plan to enjoy every single second.”
Even as she groaned with disapproval, Tamsyn pushed closer still, her hands touching, teasing, and taunting everywhere they landed on his heated flesh. His mouth watered as he peeled away the silk of the cups of her bra, revealing all of her ample breasts and the dusty pink nipples begging to be teased and tasted. Licking across first one and then the other, he was rewarded with an “Oh, sweet Goddess, Ruairí… please… I love… I love… Oh, yes….,” from his gorgeous Bobcat.
“You love who, Mo chroi’?” His lips curling in a smirk, he didn’t even attempt to stop.
Not giving her time to answer, the Dragon took the nipple he’d been teasing between his lips, sucking harder and nipping with a bit more intent until Tamsyn bowed her back, holding him to her chest, and screaming his name. His hand kneaded her other breast, working her nipple to a hardened point between his thumb and forefinger.
