Mainly because it would mean he’d have to explain about the world of magik and he’d really rather nae do that just now.
“Right,” she said snidely, moving to get off the desk.
Coyle stepped between her spread legs, fisted his cock and lined up with her wet pussy. Deri froze. If she thought for one minute he would let their future slip away over her misconception of him then she was wrong. Dead wrong. “Tell me that you do nae want me, Deri. Tell me and I’ll walk away.”
“Tell me the truth about the women, Coyle. I have a right to know.”
“A right to know? Why?” He knew why, but he wanted to hear Deri say it. He wanted to hear her sexy voice tell him she was his mate. She bit her lip rebelliously and glared at him. Narrowing his gaze, he drew his brows together. Something was off. “What are you keeping from me?”
“Nothing.” The defiance in her eyes made him puff up with pride. His mate was not one to cross. She was a woman who was capable of setting men centuries older than she in their place—namely him, but he’d seen her lay into Korey too, so it spared his ego some. Plus, he had little doubt she could cut through his brothers and other cousins as well without so much as blinking.
Her pussy seemed to draw him in, kissing his cock head and sucking gently. It took every ounce of restraint he had to keep from slamming his body into hers. “I cannae do this until I know yer nae mad at me, Deri.”
“Then tell me the truth,” she said, looking as if she was about to cross her arms and pout. The entire scene was erotic in ways he’d never dreamt possible. He wanted her, and it was plain to see Deri’s stubborn streak would impress William Wallace. Proving he was on her side of the battle would be difficult if he allowed his own temper to cloud his judgment.
Coyle sighed, internally admitting defeat. She was right. She had a right to know everything. “The truth is, I’m a seven-hundred-year-old druid sorcerer who oversees the safety of witches here in this region and who has roamed the earth in search of my one true love, a ghrá—my heart—never once believing I’d actually find her. The moment I saw you, I knew deep down you were her—my soul mate. My one true love. I was just too hardheaded to realize it.”
She grinned. “I’m a witch. One that comes from a long line of druids.”
He gasped. “’Tis why I couldnae sense yer magik. I have to admit, you had me fooled. I thought my internal wiring was crossed because I assumed you were human.”
There it was. The whole ugly, and admittedly hard-to-swallow truth put out for her in a not-so-nicely packaged way. He waited with bated breath for Deri to scream at him to get away from her, seek professional help, anything.
When Deri ran her hands down his torso and took hold of his cock, he gasped. As she eased her hand over his shaft, fondling the tip covered in pre-come, he actually had to fight the urge to pull away. It was that or pummel into her, and he didn’t want to harm her.
“Fuck me, Coyle.” The soft plea left him tipping his head to the side, slightly confused.
“Did you nae hear me, lass?” He arched a brow. “I told you I’m a sorcerer.”
Deri nodded as she pulled on his cock. “Yeah, I got that part. I also got the part about the witches you oversee. That explains the women who are always around you. Now fuck me.”
Still he hesitated. She gripped him tighter, stroking as she went. His resolve weakened with each touch. “Deri, you cannae seriously want me in you.”
Clucking her tongue against the inside of her cheek, she laughed softly. The sound was so very erotic and so tempting he almost gave in. “Let me see. You’re seven hundred years old, so you’re immortal.”
He nodded.
“You obviously don’t suffer from any human diseases.”
Coyle watched her closely. “Aye, yer right. I do nae suffer the ills of man. And I do nae age.”
“What about children?” she asked, nodding as though she heard this sort of news daily. “Can you have them?”
“Me, no.”
Deri’s face fell and Coyle instantly set out to explain his answer. “Nae me personally, lass. I cannae have them myself. I require the aid of,” he nudged her pussy with his cock as he slid his hand over her lower abdomen, “my mate. As would any male. And I’ll take this moment to tell you that no other male shall be crossing yer threshold again after me. Am I clear? Yer mine, Deri.”
Instantly, Deri’s face lit with irritation. It was oddly endearing. “You knew I’d take that comment the wrong way.”
He chuckled. “Aye, that I did.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist and eased herself onto his cock. Coyle’s laughter ceased immediately as he strained to keep from coming and he was only inside her tempting pussy an inch at most. She was so tight. Hot. Wet. Molded just for him. He was afraid to move.
“Deri,” he groaned, a cross between ecstasy and pain in his voice.
She reared against him, almost managing to drive her cunt onto him more. Coyle held tight to her body, pinning her in place.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded.
“Deri.”
Lifting her hand, Deri stared up at him with a look that was nothing short of naughtiness on her beautiful face. He wanted to bend down and kiss her freckled nose but knew better than to move. Moving would be torture. He’d be left no choice but to claim a woman who didn’t want to be claimed–a woman who only wanted to be fucked. One who couldn’t possibly understand who and what he was. He glanced around the room as a foreign power slid around him. His gaze went instantly to Deri as the power began to stroke his cock. A woman who was using magik on him.
What the hell?
“Deri? That’s nae my magik I’m feeling.”
“No, it’s not yours. It’s mine.” She shrugged as if it were no big deal she was brandishing power around him. “You should have told me who and what you were the first night we met. I’d have told you to take me then and not waited three years, Coyle.”
“Deri?”
She glanced away. “PBI will probably show and arrest me. I’m on a magik ban from the High Council.”
Coyle’s lips twitched. “I believe yer safe from punishment.”
She moaned as she tugged at his waist with both her legs and her power. “For the love of dick, would you please fuck me already?”
“Aye.” He thrust in to the hilt. The second he was rooted in Deri their magiks combined, merging just as their bodies had. Each wove into the other, binding them for eternity. Her body tightened and her cry told him that she too had found her release.
Coyle’s breath came in harsh, labored gasps. Being locked deep in her was even more amazing than Coyle had dreamt. Her warm channel held him so tight, so snug, that the idea of leaving it seemed not only absurd but impossible. He couldn’t be without her. Not now. Not ever.
He drew back, almost pulling out before slamming back into Deri. Pleasure left him seeing bursts of light behind his eyelids as he made love to his mate. And it was making love. Sure it was carnal, feral and raw, but it was with the woman who would have his name and, gods willing, his children.
She clung to him, digging her nails into his flesh just as his cock dug into her tight channel. It was pure bliss, being buried in his mate, knowing she wasn’t scared of him or what he could do. Knowing she could do it too only made it all the sweeter.
Pulling her towards him on the desk, Coyle positioned Deri on the very edge. “I love you here, like this.” He eyed the office. “Spread out for me for the taking, Deri.” He held her legs up and began his rhythmic, sensual assault, pounding into her, racking all the pleasure he could while still making sure she gained from it as well. “Mo ghrá thú.”
“Yeah, baby,” she panted, tossing her head back as the walls of her pussy gripped him tight. “I’m coming again.”
Coyle growled out as he let loose, sending a jet of hot come into her. He bent forward fast, capturing Deri’s lips with his and thrusting his tongue in as the last of his seed filled her. She writhed beneath him. Their
combined juices leaked from her body as he drew out slowly, savoring the tight grasp her cunt had on him, and smiled at the sound his removal caused. It was erotic music to his ears. A sound that he would never tire of hearing. It was the sound that meant he had spent his seed in his mate—forged a great bond.
“You are mine, Deri. Do nae forget that.”
“Considering you’ve got me so full of you that I feel as though I could split in two and die a happy woman, Coyle, I don’t think I’ll be forgetting I’m yours anytime soon.”
“Guid,” he said, cradling her head to his chest. “Now, answer one question for me.”
She smiled. “You want to know if I’m a witch.”
“Aye, I do, but that was nae my question.” He propped himself up on one elbow as he stared down at the prize that was his mate.
Her brow furrowed. “Then what’s your question?”
“Deri, will you marry me?”
Her eyes widened a second before she let out an ear-piercing scream.
Coyle jerked and waited for Deri to lay into him, listing all the reasons it would never work. When she took hold of his cheeks and pulled his face down to meet hers, he exhaled. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”
Epilogue
Deri stood silently, watching her husband as he finished explaining the sacred symbols he’d etched on a blackboard before his newest group of eager students of the path. The symbol he pointed to, that had three columns, was identical to one he had tattooed on his upper right arm.
“And next meeting we’ll go into the three columns of truth,” Coyle said, motioning towards the door. “Until then.”
The women got to their feet and headed out of the back room as quietly as they’d come. She’d gotten used to seeing him instruct fledgling witches and actually enjoyed watching him. He and Korey took great pride in their duties to carry on the druid ways while helping witches along their path. Coyle’s grandmother finally confessed to encouraging Coyle to relocate because she’d foreseen Deri being here. The woman, while tiny, still managed to strike fear and command respect from Coyle’s brothers and his cousins. She also seemed to enjoy Deri’s company. Having another girl in the family gave his grandmother an accomplice in finding her boys’ mates. With the amount of calls Korey had been getting from the woman, Deri knew he was Grandma’s next victim. The poor guy didn’t even see it coming.
Deri stayed in the dark corner, quietly watching her husband as he used his power to rid the area of signs of his teachings. When he was finished, instead of looking like the office she had very fond memories of, it looked like a bedroom straight out of a castle fairy tale.
“Coyle?” she asked, sucking in a sharp breath and instinctively grabbing her slightly swollen abdomen. She was only entering her third month in the pregnancy, but already she had begun to show.
Coyle was next to her in an instant, sweeping her off her feet and staring down at her with concern in his grey eyes. “Deri, the wee bairn? Lil’ CJ?”
She smiled as she touched her stomach. “The baby is fine and Coyle Junior is with Gigi and Korey. They all but insisted on taking him for the night. I still can’t believe he’s one now. He’s such a big boy. He said ‘da’ two times yesterday and he made his teddy bear disappear once.” She swallowed hard. “I don’t think leaving him with Korey and Gigi is a good idea. What if—”
Nodding, Coyle arched a brow. “They will be fine with him. Our son is a handful because he gets his defiant streak from his mother, but he’s an O’Caha, and we men stick together. He knows we need time alone. Knows that his da needs time to love his ma. He’ll be a good boy for Korey and Gigi.”
Deri snorted, knowing her husband well. “You cast a sleeping spell on him, didn’t you?”
“Me? No.” Coyle chuckled, grinning mischievously. “But I have a feeling Korey did. He’ll nae risk yer wrath and the lil’ one needs a full night’s rest anyway. I have to say that I thought you were hurt when you drew in a sharp breath. I felt every one of my seven hundred plus years creepin’ up on me, lass. Do nae do that again. My heart cannae take it.”
Glancing around the room, she shook her head. Coyle had transformed the office into a paradise. “I was just shocked by all of this. Why did you do it?”
“This is our sacred place, a ghrá. Do nae tell me you forgot.”
Deri’s eyes widened. “You did this for me?”
“Och, lass, you keep thinking the worst of me when all I have done is love you with all my heart. Have I nae?”
“Oh, Coyle.” She planted kisses all over his rugged jawline as unshed tears filled her eyes. “I don’t think the worst of you. I think the world of you. I love you so much.”
Coyle laid her on the large, four-poster bed that now sat in place of his oversized desk and smiled. “Oak trees all right by you? I find I’m partial to them.”
“Huh?”
He motioned in the air above her head, and instantly the room filled with branches, leaves, an outcropping of such natural beauty that it stole her very breath. The woody aroma permeated the air as did the smell of moss and fresh water.
Confused, Deri lifted her head and glanced over her husband’s broad shoulders to find a tiny brook babbling through what had once been the bar area of the pub. She tapped him gently. “You are cleaning this up when you’re done, right?”
The chuckle that came from Coyle warmed her heart. “Aye, that I am. But for now—”
He waved his hand above her again, this time instead of making more nature appear, he made her clothing disappear. She giggled, unable to hide her amusement with his antics. The man was insatiable. It was just one of the things she loved about him.
“Coyle.”
“Mmm,” he murmured, nuzzling his mouth against her neck and sending shivers down her spine. “Do nae pretend to scold me unless yer willing to let me pretend back. The thought of spanking you does something inside that—”
Deri arched a brow. “Then spank me, Coyle.”
He drew back slightly, looking horrified. “I changed my mind. I do nae think I could raise a hand to you even for the sake of a sexual fantasy, Deri.”
Letting out a soft laugh, she ran her hands over the backs of his muscular arms. “Maybe we can try it after the next baby comes.”
“I like the sound of that.” He went to slide lower on her, but she grabbed hold of him. “Deri?”
Drawing on her own magik, she used it to flip Coyle onto his back. Funny how being mated to a member of the High Council got her sentence from PBI lifted. She’d even received an apology from the head of PBI. And when she’d learned Chad had fallen to his death, she’d actually celebrated—regardless how wrong it was to be happy someone was dead.
Coyle’s grey eyes were wide with merriment and desire. A sight she’d never tire of. “What are you planning on doing?”
“First, this.” She eased the tip of her fingernail over his proud male body. The man was still nothing short of perfect and he was all hers.
He smiled. “Yes, yers. And you are mine.”
“Tsk, tsk,” she scolded playfully. “It’s not very nice to read my thoughts.”
“Och, it’s no verra nice to leave me lying here with balls as hard as rocks and my cock begging to be in you, but yer doing it nonetheless.”
Planting a row of tiny kisses over his Celtic tattoos, Deri bit back a laugh, doing her best to appear serious. “Oh, I don’t know about that, honey. I think,” she cupped his sac gently and slid her middle finger along the cleft of his ass, “what I’m doing to you is very nice.”
She inserted her finger into his ass. Coyle tried to sit up, but Deri pinned him to the bed with her magik. He growled as he fought against the invisible restraints with only a half-hearted effort. Both of them knew he could easily break her magik. Slowly, Deri eased her power off him and his hands found her hair.
“Take my cock in yer mouth,” he whispered, his voice thick with need.
Nodding eagerly, Deri swallowed the ru
ddy head and slipped her mouth over his velvety smoothness. A harsh rush of breath escaped him and she moaned, her mouth still covering his shaft. The vibrations sent Coyle into overdrive. He tossed his head back and held tight to her as she continued to make her way down him.
“Woman, yer killing me here.”
“Mmm,” she murmured, letting her teeth lightly graze his sensitive skin as she thrust her finger into his anus further. Fingering the chestnut-shaped gland, she stared up through hooded lashes as her husband’s torso tightened, his sac drew up and his orgasm struck.
Deri stayed in place, drinking down every drop of his hot come, savoring his taste. Musky. Manly. Coyle. She whimpered as the last of his semen slid down her throat. “More.”
Coyle let out a shaky laugh as he pulled her up to face him. “Lass, I do nae think I could take any more. I need just a minute to recover here. I’m nae as young as I used to be.”
Laughing, Deri slid into the crook of his arm and traced lazy circles around his nipples. He shifted their bodies and was over her in a heartbeat, staring down at her as he pushed his knee between her legs, spreading them.
“Coyle?” she asked, winded from excitement.
“Well, I may nae be as young as I once was, but you do nae have to rub in how long my recovery took.”
She snorted, unable to believe her ears. “Recovery? It’s been about ten seconds!”
His scowl spoke volumes. Deri had to fight not to laugh. “Lass, I will work on only taking five seconds. Can you live with that for eternity?”
“Coyle.” She opened her legs wider to receive him.
“Aye.”
“Mortal men take way longer than ten seconds to recuperate between rounds.”
He looked horrified. “Thank the gods I am no mortal then.”
Thanks the gods, indeed.
“And thankfully you passed my family’s test,” she mused. And he had more than passed her family’s test. He had been the one who mended the fence between her and her father. Her father had taken to him almost instantly. Before they’d finished their first meal at her parents’ home, her father had asked Coyle when he planned to make Deri his wife. Coyle had taken her hand in his and handfasted himself to her. They’d said their vows and married legally three months later.
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