Storm Unleashed: Phantom Islanders Part III

by Ednah Walters

  I cried out and arched my back, a shudder rocking my body. I didn’t hear him move, but I felt the bed as he gently laid me down, mouth tugging at my nipples. Pleasure and pain collided, sending jolts of pleasure through me. My body curled toward him, my arms not easing from around his head.

  He moved to the other nipple, cool air rushing to replace the heat from his mouth, sensations coursing through me. I caressed his shoulders, upper back, arms, anywhere I could reach.

  He inched lower, taking nibbles and licks, branding me with his mouth the way he’d done with his hands on the deck. Except this was better. The ache between my legs grew, and I rocked against him, wanting him to release it.

  His tongue dipped in and out of my belly button. He inhaled.

  “By the gods, you were created for me. Your scent.” He inhaled again. “The taste of you.” He turned his head and nipped my thigh.

  I bucked, hips pushing toward his mouth, thighs trembling. He liked my reaction because he turned and his and nipped my other thigh. Harder. I cried out. I didn’t care whether it was some mating ritual. I loved it. It sent heat to my most sensitive nub, and sensations skidded on my skin.

  He buried his face between my legs and inhaled, a groan and Gaelic words followed. I knew it had something to do with my scent.

  A long tongue swept the folds of my pussy, and my hips bucked against him, another cry escaping me. He closed his mouth on me, his talented tongue dancing circles around me. Then he started sucking, and I lost my head. I grabbed his head and pressed it closer, my entire body shaking.

  It was incredible.

  My entire focus became him. His mouth. His tongue. His large hands gripping and squeezing my butt cheeks. The pleasure sounds he made as though the taste of me was the greatest thing in his universe.

  I bucked and whimpered, the pressure building until my whole body felt ready to explode. Then he took it up a notch, his tongue dipping and thrusting into my core.

  I was flung into a void as an orgasm rocked through me. My legs locked around his face, my body shaking as I screamed his name, stars exploding in my head. I was sure my nails added more wounds to his poor body.

  Gaelic words echoed around me as he continued to lap harder, stretching that orgasm as though to beat the previous ones. Tremors still shot through my body when he eased off and kissed his way down my thighs, his large hands continuing to explore my body. He found areas I never knew were sensitive. With each discovery, he chuckled and lingered. He reached my feet, and I giggled when he ran the tips of his fingers along my sole.

  “Ticklish?”

  “Very.”

  He sucked on my toe, which started a barrage of sensations I never knew were possible. I gripped the pillows and moaned. He moved to the other foot and started the trek up my leg. I sat up and reached for him.

  “Kneel,” I ordered.

  “Not yet. I’m learning your body.”

  “Later. Now I want to feel your skin, all of you, against me.” I nudged him to his knees and unfastened the first button. He finished, moving fast. He hopped off the bed to pull them down.

  I exhaled, watching his erection spring free. He was well hung, magnificent. When he stood, he seemed to stretch even more, growing longer and thicker. An insane idea popped in my head. If he went on a partial shift, would he be longer? We would explore those ideas later. Maybe after I could shift, our Kelpies could experiment, too.

  For now, I drooled. He was glorious.

  Since he was still standing, as though to let me get used to the sheer magnificence of his body, I went on my knees, splayed my fingers on his abs, and continued exploring around his waist before cupping his butt cheeks.

  I sighed with pleasure. Then shifting lower, I planted a kiss on his crown, then a nice long lick to the base. My hand changed direction and moved around to explore the front, curling around the full length of him.

  He trembled. That was never going to grow old. Causing him to tremble and groan. Opening my mouth, I took him in until I had to stop. His hand stroked my hair as another response rippled through him. I began to move my mouth up and down. Twice was all I managed before he hauled me up, silver eyes glowing.

  “Not today,” he said.

  The two of us fell back on the bed, hands exploring, tongues dueling. He nuzzled my neck, his breathing harsh. His hand skimmed down my side and lower to find me. His body shuddered when I whimpered and pushed against his hand.

  “I’m ready. Please,” I begged, my body primed to join with him.

  He stroked me gently. “So wet.”

  “I’ve been for a long time.” I reach down and gripped him. “But now I want you inside me.”

  A groan rumbled through his chest as he buried his face in my neck and settled between my legs, his hand gently stroking my thigh. Nibbling my skin, he made his way to my lips.

  “I have to be careful, lass. You’ve never done this before. I want to make it special.”

  “It can’t get any more special than with you, Storm. Everything you do is special.” I stroked his cheek. “I love you, he’lahn. Make me yours. Complete me.”

  “It’s going to hurt, lass,” he warned.

  I gave him a saucy smile. No biology lessons. Not now. “I know, but you’ll make the pain go away.”

  “With every breath I take.” He kissed me and shifted, until his erection touched me. I couldn’t help bucking, my body trembling.

  “Kraken’s breath,” Storm breathed, sweat dotting his forehead, arms trembling with the strain he used to hold back. “I’ve dreamed of this. If I hurt you—”

  “Storm, please. Don’t make me wait.”

  Storm claimed my mouth and thrust his tongue to meet mine as his erection settled into my opening. The anticipation was killing me. I was ready. I wanted to shout it from the highest deck.

  He slid in slowly, his chest rising and falling with each breath. I stroked his back, trying to reassure him, but the need was too overwhelming. I lifted my hips, but he’d anticipated my movement. Damn link.

  “Easy, lass. You are tight.” He eased in slowly, reverting to Gaelic.

  I heard the love and the declarations. Then a sharp pain ripped through me as he sank all the way inside me. I bit my bottom lip to stop from crying out, but there was no hiding anything from him.

  “Kraken’s breath.” He rained kisses all over my face. “I’m sorry, she’lahn. I should have taken it slower.”

  A chuckle escaped me. “And I would have arrowed you for being a tease. I’m okay.”

  I wiggled, and he hissed through his teeth. But the feelings that followed my wiggle were even better. I did it again, and he cursed. He reached down with one hand to anchor me to him.

  “Don’t move, lass. Give me a moment. This feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” Slowly, he pulled out and then moved back in. Every nerve ending in shot sensations through my body.

  “Kraken’s breath,” I whispered. “That feels amazing. Do it again.”

  He moved his lips and thrust again, his eyes locked with mine.

  “More.”

  His arm left my waist, and my legs lifted to wrap around him. I clung to him as his tempo picked up. I bucked and clawed at him, not understanding what was happening to me because it was different from previous orgasms.

  The first wave hit me hard, sweeping me along toward the shores, but I didn’t reach it. He was there to lift me higher to the next one, his beautiful words music to my ears, his movements growing faster.

  I’d seen him move fast when he ran, when he stripped, and dressed. When he made love to me, it translated into one hot sex with multiple orgasms. I came apart again and again, until my body grew pliant and my legs quivered with exhaustion, but he was not done.

  A low growl started in the pit of his gut as his strokes became wilder. His arms, planted on either side of me trembled. His features grew taut. I kissed parts of him I could reach, nipping him because I knew he liked it.

  “Yes,” he groaned.
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br />   I clawed his arms and back. He threw his head back, his entire body going rigid, his thrusts deeper and harder. Then he yelled out my name as an orgasm rippled through him. His body jerked and shuddered. The full length of him vibrated inside me, triggering a mini explosion of mindless pleasure.

  His arms gave away, and he fell on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him, stroking his skin, his scars, the welts I’d left when I’d clawed at him. I ran my fingers through his hair, loving the weight of him on top of me.

  We stayed like that for a beat. Then he tried to get up. I wasn’t ready to let him go yet. He kissed me, and he started to harden inside me. He rocked into me, and a soft moan escaped.

  Making love with my mate was going to be a full-time occupation for a while. I wasn’t complaining. He had a talented mouth and fingers, and a sexual arsenal that we were yet to explore.

  He rolled over onto his back and smiled at me, his fingers stroking my belly. “Well?”

  “Well what?” I moved my hips, and he groaned.

  “How do you feel?”

  Like I’d won the lottery in the love department. “I don’t know how to describe it.”

  Panic flashed on his face. “I didn’t please you?”

  Okay, no more flippant responses. Not after he nearly lost it for causing me pain. “Hmm, this wound”—I touched at a welt on his arm—“says you totally rocked my world. This one”—I touched a bite mark on his chin—“says that I love biting you too much. I don’t know how much more your body can take. This is just round one.”

  He chuckled, pulled me down for a long kiss, his hot hand moving down to caress my hips. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, lass.”

  “Good. Because I don’t plan to get enough of you.”

  I leaned down and kissed him as he grew harder.

  EPILOGUE

  I woke up to the sounds of a gong and knew we were home. I stretched, every muscle in my body relaxed. My eyes opened and landed on Storm’s pecs. I leaned forward and kissed one, then the other.

  A chuckle escaped him, and I looked up.

  “Good morning, mo stór,” he said.

  His treasure. It was my favorite endearment.

  “Good morning, mo he’lahn.”

  For two days and two nights I’d learned how to please him, and he’d redefined my reality and how I see myself as a woman and his mate.

  Sounds filtered into the cabin, and I sighed. I didn’t want to leave the cabin, yet I was happy we were home.

  “Don’t worry. We won’t be sailing for a few more weeks,” Storm said and pressed a kiss on my shoulder. “We moved back the Selection until we finished repairing homes.”

  He rolled and stood in one smooth motion. Naked, he walked to where he’d left dropped his clothes two days ago. We hadn’t left the cabin once. The crew had brought us food and left us alone.

  I watched him get dressed. Beautiful. Graceful. I was crazy about this man. My husband. My mate. My Kelpie. My eyes went to the bridle. I sat up and reached for it.

  “When am I bonding with the bridle?”

  “Whenever you are ready.”

  “I am.” Bonding with it meant the beginning of the change from human to a Kelpie. Not fully human. I was part Morgen. That knowledge was slowly sinking in, too.

  “Aren’t you getting dressed?”

  “You ripped my gown. All I have is a chemise.”

  He grinned, not in the least repentant. He found breeches and a sash I could tie around my waist. He teased me while I got dressed, but by the time I was done, I looked like any pirate.

  “All you need is a sword, my lass,” Storm said.

  “When I can sail, but for now, I’m okay with these.” I picked up my bow and arrows. “I’m ready.”

  We stepped out of the cabin to find the crew waiting for us on the deck. A cheer rose as we walked passed them to Lord Conyngham’s ship, where the captains, the queen mother, and Gwyn waited. The gong went off, and the people flocked the pier to welcome us home.

  The hugs were endless, the welcome home warm and so sweet tears rushed to my eyes. The people stopped talking when Storm took his mother’s arm and raised a hand. He introduced her.

  “King Tullius kept her a prisoner in the tower for decades and tried to break her spirit, until Lexi found her.”

  “Death to the king,” someone yelled, and the words were echoed by the islanders.

  “No, he will pay for his crime,” Storm said. “We delivered him to the Undine Court, and he carries a gift from us. An arrow from my lass’s bow. You will hear the tales of Lexi’s bravery as well as the captains’ and the crew’s, because when we left Hy’Brasil, their ships and the palace were ablaze. No one burns our homes and our ships without paying the price.”

  Laughter, cheers, and whistles followed. Others went to help the crew carry the loot from the palace. Delia rushed forward to hug the queen mother and then Gwyn. She was crying by the time she reached me.

  “I’m so happy you are home, lass,” she said, hugging me tight. “Somehow, I knew you’d make it back to us. The gods could not have been so cruel to take you away from us like that.” She leaned back and wiped my cheeks. “Listen to me carry on like a mother hen. You are home, a cause for celebration. I’ll take the queen mother and Gwyn to the Great Hall, and you need to prepare yourself. There’s someone here to see you.”

  Who? I searched the faces on the pier. Could it be Deck? He had to be feeling terrible. Maybe it was Skylar, the captive in his castle.

  Just when it clicked, a familiar face popped out at me from the group at the base of the stairs. Someone patted him on the shoulder as he “walked” toward me. Tears rushed to my eyes, and I couldn’t move.

  “Welcome home, Sis,” Tommy said.

  Once again, I embarrassed my brother with my tears, until Storm appeared beside me and tucked me against him. He shook Tommy’s hand.

  “Storm Orath. I’m your sister’s mate, Tommy. Let’s talk later and get to know each other, okay?”

  “Yes, Prince, uh, Captain Orath, sir.” Tommy nodded, awe in his eyes. “It will be an honor.”

  Oh, brother. Someone had filled Tommy’s ears with tales about Storm. Storm chuckled and slapped him on the arm.

  “It’s Storm, lad. Right now, let’s celebrate. To the Great Hall,” he called out.

  “To the Great Hall!” the islanders shouted, and the gong went off again.

  Instead of joining the others rushing up the steps, Storm turned to study the two ships. Last time we’d stayed behind after a raid, but missed Captain Ren’s men hiding under the hull of the ship. This time, I knew we didn’t bring home strangers.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “I’m waiting for them.” He indicated with his head, and I turned to see who he was talking about.

  Deck and Ryun.

  Ryun reached us first. They hugged.

  “Welcome home, brother.” Then Ryun turned to study me. “An arrow in the back of the mad king? Why am I not surprised?”

  “It’s better than what Storm had in store for him.” I imitated a head being chopped off. Laughing, I hugged Ryun.

  Storm had gone ahead to meet Deck, and the two were talking. Deck’s expression said he hadn’t forgiven himself for what had happened, and I could feel Storm’s frustration.

  “How is Skylar doing?” I asked Ryun, both of us watching the two men and giving them a moment as Storm pulled in Deck for a hug.

  “Who?”

  “The Tuh’ren woman at Deck’s.”

  Ryun shrugged. “I don’t know.”

  “You’re so self-absorbed, Ryun,” I said.

  He chuckled. “I was actually starting to miss you, Silver. Are you a Kelpie yet? I can tell you and my illustrious leader are mated now.” He sniffed in my direction. “Your scent has changed, and you no longer just lust after him. I feel love, contentment, and a tiny bit of smugness. Now, why are you smug, lass?”

  “I’m Storm Orath’s lass, Ryun. That’s
enough to make any woman feel pretty lucky and a tiny bit smug.”

  He rolled his eyes. Laughing, I left him and went to join Storm. He was still with Deck, who watched me with an apologetic expression. He had no reason to be feeling bad. Shit happens.

  It was nice to be home though, but it wasn’t the right time to ask him about Skylar. Tomorrow, I’d do rounds with Delia to see the extent of the damage left after the attack and maybe sneak a visit at his castle.

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