Storm Trilogy

by Ria Cantrell

  She was looking into his eyes with pure adoration and Drew felt something give in his heart, like a deep felt ping. This is what love looked like, and he knew that this time, the love was for him. He knew his heart was opened and bared and in the baring, he knew that he truly loved her too. It made making love more intense.

  Bronwyn was making little soft moans and Drew loved the sound of them. He found them to be sexy and enticing. It made him want to moan out loud for the sheer pleasure of it. All virginal shyness left Bronwyn, and she was enjoying feeling the pleasure building. She threw her head back and gasped, “Oh Drew, ye’ are so deep inside of me. I feel like ye’ are one with me.”

  “I am. We are one, now.”

  He kissed her beautiful throat and felt enflamed by the wet heat that clenched and pulsed around him. He was very close to release and in watching her, he could see she was, too. She cried out, “Drew…I am going to…”

  “I know. I can feel it. I am going to, also. Don’t be afraid of it. Let it happen.”

  With that, a sound almost like keening, escaped his beautiful Bronwyn’s lips. He watched her in her exquisite ecstasy and felt her hands flexing on his arms or over his backside. Feeling her nails digging slightly into his cheeks, sent shockwaves through him. His cock twitched inside of her. She shifted beneath him, drawing him as deep as she could, wanting him to come with her. It was as if she willed him to because he immediately filled her with his seed, and she followed him, pulsing and surrounding him with her moist heat.

  As she seemed to experience wave upon wave of pleasure, Drew could have sworn he felt an added burst of dewy wetness soak him. He held her and watched her as her pleasure seemed unending. It was the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed. He was completely undone by the entire experience. She was the most responsive woman he had ever made love to. She had been completely open and so naturally responsive to him. She pulsed a final time around him, milking every drop out of him, until he lay spent and sated. He lovingly cupped a breast and laid his head against it. He tried to steady his breathing and the pounding of his heart. It was taking a bit of time to bring it back to normal.

  After a moment, he shifted and began sliding out of her. His hand lazily stroked down her body. She turned to face him, and she kissed him deeply. She touched his jaw; her gaze bespoke of love. He asked, “Are you alright, Love?”

  “Of course I am. Ye’ have loved me most thoroughly. I am caressed inside and out.”

  “Do you hurt?”

  “Nay. That was wonderful. I feel wonderful. And ye’ were right…we do fit perfectly. I would have never believed that big part of ye’ could fit so wonderfully snugly inside of me.”

  Bronwyn giggled softly and Drew was utterly and completely charmed.

  “We did, didn’t we? A perfect fit.”

  “Can we do it again?”

  Drew smiled and said, “Yes, of course. In a little while, but we will certainly do it again.”

  “Is it always like that, Drew?”

  “Like what?”

  “So wonderful and delicious? Like I was made for ye’?” His knuckles brushed over her cheek.

  “It is not always like that, my love. I have never been in love before. It is usually pretty nice, but with you…it was better. It was the best because I loved you.”

  At the realization of those words, Drew murmured, “Dear God…I love you. It is true. I love you.”

  “And I love ye’. I found ye’ at last. I have waited for my entire life fer’ ye’, Drew and here ye’ are, loving me. Here ye’ are with me.”

  Drew was not sure what she meant by that but he just nodded and repeated, “I love you, Bronwyn. I love you completely.”

  At that profession, Bronwyn was like a woman unleashed and wild. A tiny sob left her throat and she choked back tears. She had denied her destiny for most of her life but here he was; an Englishman; enemy to her people; lover of her soul. At that realization, she turned her newly found passion onto the man she loved. She kissed him fiercely, devouring him with her lips and her fingers. Tears streaked her face, and she became wild in her passion. She nibbled and bit anywhere she could place her mouth. His neck and collar bone were the first recipients of her nibbling bites. She leaned down and suckled his nipples, gently using her teeth to tease and excite him as they passed over his chest.

  Drew was not sure why she was still crying so hard, but he knew he had to stop her from it.

  “Please don’t cry, Sweetheart. It is breaking my heart,” Drew professed. “I love you, Bronwyn.”

  “Ye’…ye’ love me.”

  She tossed her glorious chestnut curls and professed, “This is the most powerful thing I have ever felt.”

  “Well then, feel my strength inside of you.”

  She could feel his powerful thighs guiding her into a rhythm that only moments ago seemed so new. Now she knew it was the rhythm of life and was as old as time. He loved that she was wild in her love making. She was natural and sensual. As his fingers danced over her flawless skin, he could feel that she was dewy from the heat of their love making, causing a gentle sheen to cover her flesh. With the firelight of the room, it made her look ethereal and golden. He lifted her full breasts to his lips and suckled her taught little buds into his mouth, rolling his tongue over each one. She marveled at how his size filled her and stretched up into her; filling her to the depths of her being. She loved the feel of his big shoulders, powerful thighs and his strong arms as they enfolded around her. She moaned in complete and total abandon and he was charmed. It was like sweet, honeyed music singing in his ears. He answered her with moans of his own and said, “You are like a beautiful fae angel.”

  She contracted around him and caused him to groan. Her slow languid movements of a moment ago turned into a wild, undulation. That took them both to the height of their passion and Drew was amazed that it was going to happen so very quickly after the last time. She gripped his shoulders as she felt the wave of sublime pleasure overtaking her and she cried out his name. She took his face into her hands and kissed him so deeply. His tongue plunged into her mouth, imitating the other sensual thrusting. He held her like that for a few more minutes, not wanting to move out of her and then he gently laid her down. He released himself from her and he got up. He kissed her and said, “Just rest here for a minute. There is something I need to do for you.”

  “What,” she asked.

  “Shhh. I need to take care of you.”

  Bronwyn was not sure she understood what he meant. He went to the wash basin and took the cloth that had been used to wash his back. He rinsed it and wrung it and then held it over the fire till it was warmed. He then went to Bronwyn and gently used the warm cloth to wash her thighs. She was mortified when she saw the smear of blood there.

  “Oh my God, Drew.”

  “Hush, Sweetheart. It is of no matter. T’is because you were a maid when you came to me. It is supposed to happen.”

  She flushed scarlet, and he was enchanted. She had just made love to him with the wildest abandon, and she was shy over a little maiden blood! He soothed her and said, “It’s alright, honey. Now lie on your belly for me.”

  She was too embarrassed to argue so she did as he asked. She was glad she did not have to look at him at this moment. She thought she would die of mortification. She felt him passing the cloth over the backs of her thighs and then gently caressing it between her legs. She buried her face into his pillow, fearing she would truly die from embarrassment. Yet, it was such a tender thing to do, she felt love swell in her heart and it quickly replaced any shame she may have felt. He leaned over her and kissed between her shoulder blades.

  “Don’t be embarrassed. It was such a precious gift you have given me.”

  He finished washing her and he said, “There, it is done.”

  Before she could turn, he quickly wiped his own thighs and rinsed the cloth again. He emptied the wash basin and came back to bed to lie beside her. She was lying very still, face down and he was
drawn to caress the curve of her back. He stroked over her deliciously rounded bottom and he felt her flinch slightly. He realized her nerve endings were still hyper charged. He suddenly felt wonderfully spent and he wanted to curl up beside her and feel that sweet arse of hers nestled against his groin. As tired as he was, he relished the sensation of feeling her in his arms. He lay beside her and turned her in his arms. He drew her against his chest. She instinctively rubbed against him and he sighed. It was like sweet torture and he knew that with a little sleep, he would be rock hard again if she kept that nestling up. Instead he just said, “Rest now for a while, Sweetheart. Feel the heat of my body to warm you.”

  Drew pulled a fur around them both and Bronwyn settled against him. She felt sated and loved. She confessed honestly, “Making love to ye’ is the most wonderful experience I have ever known.”

  He smiled against the back of her neck and said, “Aye, for me as well.”

  Drew pulled her closer to his body, moving his arm about her shoulders. She settled against him to sleep. She suddenly, at this moment did not want to deny her destiny and she felt this was exactly where she was supposed to be. She felt encased in his love and was comforted with the warmth of him lying so close to her. She breathed in his scent and felt safer than she had ever felt in her entire life. She forgot about the horror of the day. Love helped erase that for now. He too, relaxed, feeling her in his arms. He suddenly felt he could happily get used to sleeping with her cradled in his arms.

  Chapter Seventeen

  When the soft rays of morning filtered into the chamber, Drew woke to find Bronwyn not in bed beside him. Sitting up with a start, he, instead, found Bronwyn sitting beside the bed, just watching him. She had a strange look on her face and she looked anything but happy. In fact, she looked quite upset and distressed. She could not be regretting making love last night, could she? She had been so completely uninhibited and responsive. Actually, during the night, he woke her with kisses and within minutes they made love again. A puzzled frown crossed Drew’s face and he asked, “What is it wrong, Bronnie? Do you regret being with me last night?”

  She went to him, then and kissed him, her facial expression softening. Her lips wandered to the frown line between his brows.

  “No, no. Never that. That was wonderful. I was just looking at yer’ back and was reminded…”

  Drew breathed a sigh of relief. He was not used to feeling worried about rejection, but somehow with the burgeoning of new love, the other feeling was also put in place.

  “Oh, Sweetheart, don’t give that another thought. T’is all but healed now. I barely feel anything more than a sting. Come here. I would like to kiss you.”

  Drew hugged her and felt relief filling his heart. He was certain he did not like the squeezing he felt in his chest at even the briefest of thoughts that Bronwyn had any regrets about being with him. Before, it would not have mattered. In fact, Drew usually welcomed just such a thing. He had had no real ties to a woman, except for Daria, and prior to Bronwyn, that was the way Drew liked it. Only now Drew’s world and philosophy had completely changed.

  In that brief moment when he woke and saw Bronwyn looking unhappy, he felt like time had frozen. Yes, he was certain; he did not like this reaction at all. He also did not like to think about Daria. That had been a very dangerous liaison to say the least. Thankfully, this beautiful Scottish angel was nothing like that manipulative doxie. No, this girl was good and kind. And above all, she loved him. Drew looked at her beautiful face and felt love welling in his heart again. How funny life was; changing from minute to minute. While Drew did not like feeling vulnerable, he knew he was glad to be loved by this woman. Drew kissed her and silently prayed that they would not break each other’s heart.

  Drew felt an emotional lump of lead constricting his throat. Look at how being in love nearly tore apart his two best friends. But likewise, it was love that made things right. It was love that was worth fighting for. Denying himself that for most of his life, Drew knew, love was the only thing worth fighting for. Clearing his throat as if to push down the emotional onslaught, he said, “Why are you already dressed? Come back to bed and let me make love to you again.”

  She blushed; once again shy even after the wild way she had loved him during the night. Then it came to him that she may be a little tender right now. Perhaps they should wait a little bit before tasting passion again. He stroked her cheek and asked, “Do you hurt?”

  A crimson blush deepened and she could not answer him. “Hmm, still shy, huh? Even after all those wonderfully illicit things you did to me last night?”

  Drew grinned at the small gasp as it left her lips. He teased her a little more, thoroughly enjoying the innocent blush that stained her cheeks.

  “A little sore, then are we?”

  “Drew!”

  “Hmm, thought as much. Well, I shall go easy on you today until you are not so tender,” he said, inching his hand beneath her skirts. When his hand made contact with that lacy undergarment, he felt desire wash over him. Bronwyn’s breath caught at the touch. As much as Drew wanted to lose himself in her again, he cleared his throat and removed his hand from under her skirts. He said, “Uhm, we must actually ready ourselves to ride today. You will need to gather your belongings and be ready to leave. I will help you.”

  Bronwyn hugged Drew and said, “I’ve no wish to deny ye’.”

  Drew stood up and grabbed her into his arms. “We will have more time later. I wish us to leave this dreadful place. I will be happy to never lay my eyes on it again.”

  Still blushing, Bronwyn lowered her eyes and said, “Well, ye’ best dress, then, else a lass willna’ be responsible for her reaction to ye’.”

  Drew raised one eyebrow at her remark and laughed. “Oh?”

  “Even strong Scottish lassies would ne’er be able to resist ye’.”

  “So bold for a lass. You tempt me beyond reason. I have a mind to remain in bed with you all day so there will be no question of resistance.”

  She laughed nervously, absolutely sure he would make good on that promise. She pried herself free of his touch and she said, “I dunna’ wish to be the one responsible for delaying ye’. The Viking beast will have my head if he thinks I am the cause for keeping ye’.”

  “Hmm, well you may be right. Very well! I shall tempt you no more this morning…but I cannot promise not to later.”

  He kissed her and swatted her backside playfully.

  “Go to your apartments and gather your things. I shall be up to help you shortly.”

  Bronwyn shot him a look of ire and said, “Do not think to spank me, Sir.”

  “Oh, spank you did, I? Aye, I rather like having that idea in my head. I shall have to remember that when you show your wild Scot temper...Aye, yes, I think I shall quite enjoy paddling that delicious bottom of yours if the need arises.”

  “Ye’ would not dare!”

  “Indeed I would, especially if it is clad in those little lace underthings.”

  Bronwyn feigned shock and she said, “Dear Lord, I am marrying a monster.”

  Drew grabbed her back into his arms, and he kissed her soundly. He said, “Indeed. It is best you know it from now forth. Aren’t we English all monsters?”

  Bronwyn had thought that very thing many times. She looked up at Drew and saw him gazing at her with an impish smile on his face.

  “You don’t have to be shocked. It is not some magical thing. Don’t all Scots feel that way?”

  Bronwyn lowered her head and nodded. It was true. Many of her clan did feel that way. She certainly had. In fact, she had denied those years of dreams just for that very belief. Now, it had come to pass. She was marrying an Englishman…a monster…a big beautiful English monster. She smiled at that thought. He kissed her again and he said, “Now I wish I could read your mind. You have a very naughty look on your face. Perhaps that spanking should be forthcoming.”

  She gasped and said, “I was thinking that you were a monster…a beautiful w
icked monster.”

  “Aye, well, you best go gather your things or else I shall be tempted to take you back to bed and show you just how wicked I intend to be.”

  A little squeak left her throat and she pushed out of his arms and quickly left his side. Hurrying back to her quarters, she thought about how he had not lied. His manhood had sprung to life most wickedly, but more wicked was she, for she had so wanted to touch him. Knowing she had much to do to ready herself for the journey, she had to force herself to leave him standing there…in all his male glory. God, he was making her wanton!

  Chapter Eighteen

  Bronwyn sat beside Drew on a strong black mare. She felt a sense of nervousness as they began their journey away from the Winter Court and the ruthless English king. Her life had taken a drastic change from only a day ago and while she was glad that Destiny’s hand had played in keeping her from marrying the Viking, she was still marrying an Englishman. She was still going to be residing in the home of the Viking Beast. His lady had been kind to her, but Bronwyn was still a Scot, someone he considered to be his enemy. She felt a little queasy at the thought and it must have showed on her face. Drew flashed her a brilliant smile and teased, “Dunna’ tell me a wild Scottish lass be fearin’ to ride the black beastie.”

  His imitation of her burr made her laugh.

  “Nay, not this beastie. T’is more the fear of that blonde one.”

  “Oh him…well pay him no mind. He is all bluster. Look how Rhianna loves him and she is as tiny a lass as you are.”

  “Aye, Drew, but she is English.”

  Drew understood her fear. He took her hand and kissed it.

  “Don’t worry, Sweetheart. All will be well.”

  Bronwyn noted how Erik’s expression softened every time his eyes fell on Rhianna, but if he so much as glanced her way, his countenance grew hard and unmasked hatred blazed in his eyes. She shivered as he looked at her with pure disdain. Oh, her life was not going to be all happiness, once she married Drew. That she was certain of. Why, if Erik Ragnorsen could squash her like an annoying bug, he surely would. She could feel his hatred right to the very core of her soul. Bronwyn mouthed a silent prayer of thanks that the Fates had intervened and that she did not have to marry that man. Looking over at Drew, she knew that this one was the one; she had denied it all along. This one was the man she was destined to love.