He pulled back on her hair, exposing her neck. She whimpered as his teeth grazed over her pulse point. She was so turned-on that her body buzzed, each nerve ending alive and waiting for his next touch.
“Spread your sexy legs for me, lass,” he whispered next to her ear.
She complied, sidestepping to give him greater access.
“Very good.” He tugged her head to the side and then sealed his lips over hers. She kissed him back for all she was worth and cried out into his mouth as he sank his finger deep into her pussy. His digit and tongue moved at the same speed as he rubbed his cock against her ass. The length of his finger rubbed her clit on each exit and entrance of her quim.
He showed no mercy, plundering her mouth and cunt and drowning her body in sensual pleasure. Each stroke of his finger brought her closer to the edge. His body radiated heat at her backside as the rock warmed her front. Trapped in a cocoon of sensuality, her body began to spasm. Her pussy pulsed, then gripped his digit. He released her mouth and she screamed into the night as her orgasm overtook her.
When she thought her legs would give out he pressed his body tighter against hers, pinning her to the rock face. Erratic breaths burst through her lips.
He nipped her earlobe. “You come so pretty for me, mianach áilleacht.” Dorian withdrew his finger from her pussy and she trembled against him. “Now it is time for me to taste the cream you’ve made.”
She leaned her face against the cliff as he released her hair, a moan rumbling in her throat. Her body was so sensitive and her core spasmed, missing his finger. He trailed light kisses down her spine.
“Remember. Don’t let go of the rock.”
She gripped it tighter as her legs wobbled. Her pussy tingled, waiting for the touch of his tongue and lips.
“You have no idea how sexy you look right now, stretched out against that rock.” He slid his hands up the backs of her thighs.
She rocked her hips forward as her clit began to throb. “Please.”
He laughed. “Eager to have my mouth on that hot little pussy of yours?”
Jesenia groaned.
His teeth grazed her ass cheek and she tightened her muscles, wanting him to go lower. Hot breath fanned her bottom as his thumbs dipped between her legs, spreading her labia.
He kissed her pussy and she moaned deep. His tongue moved over her clit, then continued across her entrance and ass.
“Mmm. So sweet.”
She whimpered as he set to work, playing a wicked game with tongue and teeth on her lower body. Never had her pussy been eaten so thoroughly. He sucked and licked as if he didn’t want to miss one drop of her juices. Her mouth parted and her panted breaths became cries of pleasure. She didn’t care who heard her. Each swipe of his tongue and lips brought her passion higher. Her cunt tingled and throbbed, aching for that glorious release that was just out of reach.
A scream tore from her throat as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Ripples of pleasure danced through her cunt as she came hard. He pulled his mouth away from her on a snarl. She started to sag against the rock, her limbs like Jell-O and her core still pulsing with the last bits of her wonderful release. But he caught her against his body, pinning her once again between himself and the cliff face.
“Now it’s my turn,” he growled next to her ear.
“Yes,” she whispered, wanting him to fill her.
“I’m clean of disease, Jesenia. Do you take anything to prevent pregnancy?”
“I’m clean too. And I’m on the Pill.”
“Good. I want to enjoy your wet heat without having to cover up.”
The head of his cock skimmed across her ass and then nudged her pussy. He pushed forward and her vaginal walls stretched, trying to accommodate his size.
“So tight, Jesenia. Lean into me.”
She let him have her weight and his arm hooked her knee, bringing her leg up. The bend rested in the crook of his elbow, and he braced his hand against the rock. This new position opened her further to him, and she moaned as he began working his length inside her. When he pushed all the way in and his pelvis met her ass they both moaned.
Dorian kissed her neck. “With my cock buried deep inside you, the taste of your cream on my lips and your cries of pleasure filling my ear, I want for nothing.”
Her body quivered in response. And then he moved. He fucked her slow and deep, grinding his pelvis against her ass and rubbing her in all the right places inside. His steady breaths sounded in her ear and mixed with her own.
“Dorian, you feel so good.”
“Aye, lass. You do as well.”
He kissed her deeply, but as he picked up the pace he had to relinquish her lips.
One solid palm held her steady by resting against her lower stomach as his hips started pounding against her ass.
“Oh fuck, yes!” she screamed as the slap of skin against skin mixed with the crashing of waves. Her sex pulsed around his thick cock as wonderful sensations coursed through her womb. She moaned as his teeth sank into her shoulder. Her body geared up for another shattering release. That would make four in one day. She was sure that was a new record.
Intense tingling racked her quim and then with a burst of pleasure she tumbled into the waves of pleasure once again, calling his name. He released his hold on her shoulder and buried his face in her neck as he moaned and said something she couldn’t understand.
His body stiffened behind her and she felt the warm jets of his release inside her. Her pussy milked him, spasming with the last pulses of her orgasm.
Chapter Four
“You have a really nice ass.”
Dorian turned to face Jesenia. “Do I now?”
Jesenia rolled her eyes as she accepted her discarded clothes from his outstretched hand. “Like you don’t know. I bet you catch women staring at it a lot.”
“To be honest I’ve never paid much attention.”
Jesenia stabbed her legs into her pants. “Sure ya haven’t.”
“Is that a note of jealousy I hear in your voice?”
She tried to laugh it off but he had hit the nail on the head. “I don’t even know you. We had sex once.”
He stood there naked on the beach, staring at her. “We had incredibly hot sex once. And I plan on adding to that number.”
She pulled her shirt over her head and pushed her hair out of her face. “Really?”
His eyebrows shot up. “You don’t think that was incredibly hot?”
She laughed, crossing over to him and cupping the sides of his face in her hands. “Yes, I did. I meant do you really want to add to the number.”
“Aye, lass. That I do.”
She leaned into him as he kissed her thoroughly. Her body responded. He broke the connection of their mouths.
“Damn, woman, you keep kissing me like that and I might be fucking you all day.”
She giggled. “Am I supposed to complain?”
He shook his head and laughed with her. “Go on back to the hotel. I’ll be along shortly.”
She spun around and walked to the pile of clothes he’d left on the beach. “I don’t mind waiting for you to get dressed.” She leaned over and grabbed his pants and shirt.
“No. Wait, Jesenia.”
“Yuck. Something wet and sticky is on them.” She immediately dropped them. “Is there a chance some sea thingy came ashore and slimed your stuff?”
A howl pierced the quiet and Jesenia’s eyes widened as her gaze snapped to Dorian’s. “What the hell? I told you there was a wolf.” Her head turned as she scanned the area looking for the beast.
Dorian walked in her direction, grabbed his pants from the sand and slipped them on. He wadded his shirt and tossed it out into the water. “Jesenia, let’s go back to the castle.”
She pivoted around. “Really? You’re not going to acknowledge the howl?”
He gripped her arm and started to steer her toward a turret that was part of the medieval section. “That noise could’ve been anything.”
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br /> She kept pace with him. “Oh no. You just don’t want to admit that I’m right.”
“If that’s the way you want to see it.”
“Bullshit. It isn’t about how I want to see it. That was a howl. And I bet it was let loose by the wolf who took my Nike.”
“Jesenia, I already told you there aren’t any wolves in Ireland.”
“And I’m telling you that I did research. There used to be an overpopulation of wolves here. So much so that the government declared them a threat and paid people to kill them.”
Dorian jerked to a stop and faced her. The muscle in the side of his jaw twitched as he sucked in a deep breath through his nose.
“Whoa. There isn’t any need to get that pissed off. I’m just reciting history.” His mood had drastically changed, and she wasn’t sure why.
“History,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “Right.” He started walking again and Jesenia stumbled as he pulled her along behind him.
She yanked her arm free of his hold as they came to a stone staircase that led up the turret. “Hold the hell on. What the fuck has you so pissed off?”
“If there was a wolf out there, what would you mean to do about it? Hunt it down and kill it? I hate to tell you, lass, but I don’t see you being able to accomplish that.”
“No. I was actually thinking if there was one out there it would be considered an endangered species. Maybe I could find a way to save it.”
His eyes opened wide and he stared at her, stunned.
“What? Just because it nearly ate me doesn’t mean that I don’t have a heart. I do things for non-kill animal shelters all the time.”
Dorian shook his head and pointed up the staircase. “If you go up that way there will be a door that leads into the castle.”
“No. You don’t get to walk off. What did I do to piss you off so much? And not that you apparently care, but it pisses me off that you think I’m crazy and that I don’t know what I saw.”
He sighed. “Jesenia, it’s been a long night. How about we just part ways here for now?”
A huff of laughter that contained no mirth left her lips. “Whatever, Dorian.” She marched up the steps, her temper fuming. What the fuck was his problem anyway? Really, it was about par for her luck. Find a sexy-as-hell man who could make her body sing and he had to have some weird chip on his shoulder about the local wildlife. Who does that?
Partway up the steps sat a large wooden door. Jesenia gave it a shove and it creaked open on rusted hinges. Apparently this wasn’t a commonly used entrance. She marched through the opening and secured the door behind her. A soft glow coming from oil lamps mounted on the stone wall illuminated the spiral staircase. Irritation riding her hard, she stomped up the steps.
So much for the sex loosening her up. She was every bit as frustrated as before. Damn men. Why did he have to ruin what had been the best night of her life? Hell, she couldn’t even write sex like that. It had been rough but sensual. And his dominance? How hot was that? The memory of him pinning her to the rock and gripping her hair had her pussy tingling again. She’d always thought when it came to bondage and dominance that she would rather do without them, but after tonight she found herself wanting to be tied up. She groaned. Even while pissed at him, she was still having sexual fantasies.
She pushed open another door at the top of the stairs. Her thighs were burning, giving testament again to the fact she really needed to go to a gym regularly. Bright overhead light greeted her as she stepped into a hallway. When she pushed the door shut, a splinter entered her finger. “Damn it!”
Her fist closed over the hurt digit and her gaze lowered. The splinter was quickly forgotten as she stared at the red stains on her hands. “Oh shit.”
Was it blood? Her mind whirled. Dorian’s clothes had been sticky. Was that why he went into the water? Had he been hurt? She couldn’t remember any wounds on him. Yeah, he’d had her turned away from him while they had sex, but she had watched him in the moonlight on the shore. But what if she missed something? What if he was still outside bleeding?
She turned on her heels and darted back the way she’d come. Her hand paused on the second door handle for a moment as she contemplated the risk of running into the wolf again. But if Dorian smelled like blood would that draw the animal closer? She yanked and the door swung open. Her sandals clopped on the stone as she hurried down the last few steps.
At the bottom she swiveled her head, looking for Dorian. Near the edge of the woods she caught sight of his large frame and darted off in that direction. She thought about yelling his name but reconsidered, not wanting to draw attention from the wolf if it was still in the trees. Why in the hell was he going in there in the first place? Did he think to prove her wrong?
Well, getting eaten by the thing wouldn’t help him. He disappeared into the trees. “I didn’t want to go stalking through the creepy-ass woods,” she muttered.
A shiver ran down her spine and she swallowed hard as she took her first steps into the thick trees. The underbrush clawed at her toes. Sandals really weren’t the best hiking shoes, but she didn’t have time to go back and change. Besides, it wasn’t as if one shoe was going to help anything. A low hum swept through the trees on a breeze. It reminded her of wind pipes. Or could it be ghosts? She remembered overhearing chatter about a Chichester woman being hanged in these woods. Granted, it was a very long time ago, but her family had owned the place or something. Two of the employees were talking about it at the Cave, the in-house pub in Castle Tullamore, one night when she’d gone to have a drink. Oh hell. She needed to hurry and catch up to Dorian.
“Dorian,” she whispered as loud as she dared. The tree canopy let in a little moonlight and she could see his outline up ahead. He turned and his gaze pinned her. Gooseflesh erupted on her arms.
He started toward her. “What are you doing out here?”
She winced, hearing the displeasure in his words. “Why are your clothes covered in blood? I got upstairs and noticed blood on my hands. Are you hurt?”
“You need to leave now, Jesenia. Get back to the castle.”
Something in his tone had changed. If she wasn’t mistaken, it was a sense of urgency that now laced those words. “I’m fine. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Get down!”
She yelped and jumped back a little at his shouted words. It took her a second to comply. Air whooshed past her head. Then she heard it. The low growl behind her. Her head whipped around and she spotted the shoe-stealing beast. Foam dripped from his maw. Ice-blue eyes stared at her. Oh God. It had leapt at her. Her gaze swung back to Dorian’s as she scrambled on hands and knees toward him. “Run!”
Her heart stopped and then stuttered back to life as her jaw fell open. Dorian bared his teeth and tore at his pants as he jumped in her direction. A scream ripped from her throat as his body changed. When he landed on the other side of her it was on four feet. Four furry feet. “Holy shit!”
Jesenia backpedaled until her spine hit the base of a tree. The wolves circled each other, snapping and growling. Holy fuck, Dorian was a wolf. She closed her eyes. Surely she was still in her room and this was all just a dream. A snarl had her eyelids flipping open again.
Her body shook as she took in the sight. The wolf that had chased her was rabid. It was easy to track with the spittle dripping. On a growl it turned and ran off deeper into the woods. The other wolf turned and looked at her.
Hell, the other wolf was Dorian. What in the hell was going on? His body changed again and the naked man stood in front of her.
He held out his hands. “Jesenia, are you all right?”
A sob burst from her mouth. Her body trembled uncontrollably. “What is happening?”
He sighed. “Ah, lass. I would not have you find out this way.” Dorian stepped toward her. She jerked. “I’ll not hurt you. It’s okay.”
Dizziness overwhelmed her. She fought against it but knew she was fading fast. Dorian’s voice filled her ears, ca
lling her name, but it seemed as if he was miles away or inside a well. Blackness tunneled her vision until she succumbed to the darkness.
Chapter Five
On a moan, Jesenia rolled over. A soft coolness cushioned her cheek. A yawn escaped her mouth and she stretched, opening her eyes. Her gaze landed on her suitcase, tucked away in the corner of the room. Memories flooded her mind and she bolted up in the bed, glancing around the room. Had it all been a dream?
The slight soreness between her legs let her know that not all of it had. The sink in the bathroom came on and she yelped. Who the hell was in her room? Dorian came out of the bathroom, a wet washcloth in his hand. He stood there in the same bloodstained jeans and no shirt. “Oh. God. It wasn’t a dream.” She pitched forward, covering her face with her hands, and let loose a groan.
“Well, you’re taking it better than I expected you to.”
Her head snapped up and she pinned Dorian with her stare. “Really. Passing out is a good thing? How about climbing in the corner and mumbling like a lunatic, because that is what I feel like doing right about now.”
He smiled and crossed the room to the bed.
She glared. “I’m glad you find this amusing. And what the hell? I told you I was chased by a wolf and you and your friends laughed at me.”
“There’s a lot to explain.”
“Well, I guess leaping over my head and turning into a wolf is a good start. Or maybe you could tell me why you lied to me about there being wolves in Ireland. Are you the only two? Because according to history there were a lot of you. Or were those real wolves and you two are just werewolves? Holy shit, are you really a werewolf? Is that what I call you?”
Dorian paced the room. “Your history is right. In part.” He picked up the Book of Ardal. “Except this rubbish. This is bloody lies about how my kind will eat your children and prey on your women.”
Jesenia swallowed hard. “Then why don’t you tell me the truth.”
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