Seamus's Mate

by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

  “I’m ravenous, babe,” he groaned.

  His sticky fingers roved beneath her clothes, lifting her shirt. His warm breath drifted over her abdomen. Goosebumps broke out over her flesh. He pawed her breast. She flinched. His strokes became harsh and uncoordinated, as if he were drunk. She turned her head. This wasn’t right.

  “What’s wrong, babe? You’ve always liked it rough.”

  He released her wrists and yanked on her ponytail. Tears stung her eyes.

  “No, Seamus.”

  She planted her palms on his chest and pushed. He didn’t budge. His lips rolled back into a wide grin. The skin near his eyes tightened as they widened. He rolled them over so that she was straddling him. He grasped her hips and rocked her over his erection. Her pussy throbbed.

  “I want to see you. I want to taste you,” he murmured. “I can never have enough of you.”

  He ground harder into her. She started. His pupils had expanded until the blue in his eyes was all but gone. His gaze was unfocused. He wasn’t seeing her. She was merely a means to satisfy his hunger.

  Beads of sweat gathered on her forehead. The peril she was in became acute. Seamus was not himself and his appetite for her was beyond the one he had for the food at the table. Their coupling would not be like the one she’d dreamed about before. It would be unlike anything they’d experienced together. It would be hard, savage, maybe even painful.

  Her hand flew to her mouth as he tried to kiss her again. No more. She had to put an end to this. His cruel laughter rendered her speechless.

  “You think that’s going to stop me?” His fingers fixed over the edge of her pants, ghosting over her flesh. “You belong to me, baby girl. I will have you.”

  “Seamus.”

  She curled her hands over his, extracting his hold on her. She bent slightly at the waist and smiled.

  “Later.”

  Confusion crossed his features for an instant, before she pulled back her fist and punched him.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Kaila bolted down the stone hall. Her boots slapped against the floor. Her heartbeat thrashed in her ears and her lungs burned with every breath. Seamus hollered her name. She fought the compulsion to look back.

  She couldn’t stop. She had to get them out of there so that he would start thinking with his head again and not his cock.

  She turned a corner and tripped. Her legs gave way beneath her, her knees scraping as she fell.

  “Kaila, come back here.”

  Trembling, she forced herself to stand. He’d catch up with her. No doubt about it. He had wings, and she had nothing more than her two legs. Her only hope was that the craze he was going through was over by the time he found her.

  “I see you, babe.”

  The hair on her arms lifted. With renewed stamina, she lunged forward. A door appeared before her.

  “Kaila.”

  Swinging it open, she hurdled through. Immediately, water filled her mouth. She flailed blindly, attempting but failing to swim towards the surface. Her heavy boots dragged her down. She tried to kick them off, but she’d laced them too tightly. Her head pounded and her muscles ached.

  Something fastened onto her biceps. She struggled against its pull, but it was stronger than her.

  Abruptly, her head broke through the water. Coughing and sputtering, she gasped for air as Seamus carried her to safety.

  As soon as they landed, she scampered away from him, doubled over, and vomited.

  “Are you all right?”

  She shuddered at the hard edge to his voice. He still didn’t sound completely like himself. Trembling, she stood and pressed herself to the wall behind her.

  “Careful, we’re pretty high up,” Seamus said.

  Kaila studied him. Droplets of water clung to his wings and his clothes. His left eye was slightly swollen, the predatory gleam in his gaze gone.

  “Feeling better?”

  Kaila swallowed. She was soaking wet, her throat hurt, and the taste in her mouth was unpleasant, but she was alive.

  “Yes, I think so,” she replied. “Are you?”

  Seamus smiled. The gesture lighted up his face and made him appear years younger. Her belly fluttered and her breath hitched.

  “Kaila, I’m ready for us to have sex.”

  “What?” she whispered.

  All sense of wellbeing vanished and she shuffled toward the ledge, creating distance. She peeked over it. The pool of water where she’d almost drowned glowed blue at about thirty meters. Jagged rock, worn by erosion, surrounded them. Theirs was the only outcrop. Needle-thin stalactites hung from the ceiling. Somewhere, water dripped. She squeezed her eyes shut.

  “I’m not going to hurt you, Kaila.”

  She glanced in his direction. He held his hands up in a pacifying gesture. From where she stood, his eyes seemed to have returned to their normal color.

  “I’m not going to hurt you, babe, but I’m starving,” he said. His voice had a husky tinge to it.

  “W-what do you mean?”

  “I’m going to show you.”

  Seamus removed his sword belt, kicked off his boots, and peeled his pants off. She gaped. His thick cock stood proudly between its dark nest of hair. It curled upward, the bulbous tip glistening with gathering drops of pre-cum. Kaila bit back a groan as her mouth watered.

  “I’m famished,” he insisted.

  She shook her head, trying to deny the sudden surge of heat that traveled over her. He grinned. “You’re licking your lips, babe.”

  “I—”

  “Listen to me, baby girl. I’m starving.” He pinned her with his gaze and took a tentative step toward her. “For you. You. Do you understand?”

  “No, I don’t,” she admitted.

  “I need you, Kaila. I need you more than the air itself and I need you to do this for me, or else.”

  A pained look crossed his features. He grasped her forearm, tugging her into the circle of his arms.

  She cried out in surprise.

  “Look at me.”

  He clasped her chin, lifting her head so she had no other option but to meet his eyes. His penetrating gaze made her pulse flutter. He placed her hand over his chest. Her fingers flexed involuntarily and her breath quickened. The heat of his body infused her with the desire to inch closer. Tentatively, she traced the ink on his shoulders. His muscles bunched beneath her touch. She chewed on her bottom lip. The throbbing between her legs became a persistent ache. She raked her nails across Seamus’s nipple, drawing a hiss from him. Then, she soothed the spot with the flat of her tongue.

  “Ah, my petite Guardian wants me, too.” His breath caressed her ear, before he licked the shell.

  “No.”

  Out of habit, she denied her desire, but her head tilted to the side, giving him full access to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses on her neck that made her insides twist.

  “I’d say you do want me. You dreamed about me earlier. About this,” Seamus said.

  He cupped her breasts, his thumbs scraping over the sensitive tips. Kaila arched against his touch, seeking more.

  “I dream about you every night, baby,” he rasped.

  His lips grazed hers, nibbling and sucking on her bottom bow and steadily building the fireworks flaring within her.

  “I yearn for you every moment.”

  A lump formed in her throat. “Seamus.”

  She hesitated. One of his hands slid beneath her shirt while the other curled around the nape of her neck, holding her steady as he took possession of her mouth and devoured her in a kiss full of promise of what was to come. She pressed herself to him, surrendering to the demands of her body. He grunted and the primal sound eradicated any remaining rational thoughts.

  Her arms lifted as he tugged at her shirt and pulled it off together with her bra. Fingers trembling, she crouched to unlace her boots and wiggled out of her pants.

  As she stood naked before him, his heated gaze consumed her with its intensity. A tremor coursed throu
gh her. Her juices trickled down her thighs. His lips curled knowingly. He dipped his head and dragged his mouth across the side of her breast, avoiding the straining nubs. She moaned and threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling. He complied with her silent plea and sucked one of her nipples, hard. She threw back her head. The throbbing need between her thighs turned frantic, and she pressed herself to him, his hard rod resting between them. He tugged at the other nipple, twisting it forcibly in his grip. Pain spiked and then collided with pleasure. He switched breasts, drawing a whimper from her. His hands trailed over her abdomen, tickled over her ribs, and finally rested on her ass, squeezing it. They dipped lower and sunk two digits into her pussy, stretching her.

  “You’re wet, Kaila.”

  “Always. When you’re around, I’m always wet and needy.”

  The truth of her feelings spilled forth, mingled with a sense of dread at what was to come. What if she had made a mistake? Things would never be the same anymore.

  “Baby girl, this is not the end, it’s the beginning.”

  Confused, she stared at him. He smiled. Her legs trembled as the pressure of his fingers increased. Another digit filled her.

  “Trust me, Kaila.”

  He swallowed her moans into a kiss as he pumped her with his digits. His thumb circled her clit. She pressed herself against him, humping his hand at a feverish pitch.

  “Please, Seamus.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Hunger clawed within Seamus like a beast escaped from its cage, but food wasn’t enough. His true craving was Kaila. Walking away from the feast had settled his mind, but not his body. His heart twisted. The stabbing pain gnawing at his insides drove blood to his cock, urging him to possess Kaila. She belonged to him and only she could assuage his agony.

  “Please, Seamus,” she repeated as he fondled her breasts. He pumped his fingers into her and circled her clit with his thumb, unwilling to give her the necessary force to drive her over the edge.

  “Say it again, babe. Say my name again.”

  “Seamus.”

  He shut his eyes, relishing both the lust and the hint of tenderness in her voice. It was nourishment for his soul.

  “Seamus, please, fuck me. I can’t take it anymore.”

  He growled and pulled out his fingers. He picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock slid over her slit and they both groaned.

  “Steady,” he said.

  She shifted her weight so his cock rested at her entrance. Her eyes drifted shut and her nostrils flared as he slowly pushed into her, stretching her walls. Her mouth sagged and a deep shudder went through her.

  He dug his fingers into her ass. He inclined his head and traced the seams of her lips, while giving her time to adjust to his girth. After a few seconds, he withdrew. Kaila’s sharp intake of breath fluttered near his ear. He entered her again, and she gasped. In measured strokes, he pumped into her.

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  Her nails dug into his shoulders and her legs trembled around him. She plundered his mouth, flicking her tongue against his while she rose to meet his thrusts.

  “More, Seamus. I need more.”

  Seamus lowered her to the ground. He spun her around and bent her at the waist while spreading her legs with a foot. Kaila squealed as he seated himself balls deep into her channel.

  “Is that better?” he growled, while fisting her hair and pulling her head back.

  She mewled in response. His cock twitched. He was so hard it was close to painful, but Kaila needed something extra, and he’d give it to her. He reached between them, rubbing her clit as he forcibly drove into her. She sought more, thrusting backward as he lurched forward. Her disgruntled moans told him she was close.

  When Seamus pulled out, she screamed in frustration.

  “Seamus, dammit.”

  “Hush, baby.”

  He rotated two fingers into her. She was slick and hot, her folds swollen.

  “So responsive,” he muttered.

  He glided his palm over her ass and smiled in amusement as goosebumps sprouted over her. Seamus removed his fingers and slid them over the crack between her cheeks. Kaila wiggled enticingly. He circled her winking hole, teasing her. She spread her legs further apart. In quick succession, he impaled her pussy with his cock and pushed his thumb into her ass. He leisurely drove into her and then withdrew. She let out a colorful display of expletives.

  “Hush, now,” he commanded.

  He gave her bottom a series of quick swats. She gasped. Next, he vigorously massaged her ass. A thin sheen of perspiration dotted her skin. Her cheeks became a delightful pink. Seamus reached between her thighs and rubbed her clit in circles.

  “What do you need, babe?”

  “Your cock. Seamus, please fuck me, already.”

  Grasping her hips, he glided into her. He could feel every ridge and dip of her inner walls as she took him in her tight hold. He slid in and out, slowly at first, and then picked up speed. She shoved back, meeting every one of his savage thrusts. He plucked her clit. Kaila screamed. Her pussy walls convulsed around him in violent spasms, milking him. Groaning, he leaned over her and whispered words he’d always been too afraid to utter.

  “I love you, Kaila.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  If it weren’t because of their harsh breathless pants, he would have sworn they had become frozen in time. Seamus’s cock slipped out of Kaila and a shiver went through her frame. He tugged her into his arms, bowing his head to kiss her. She flinched and turned, avoiding him. His arms dropped to his side. Numbness possessed him. She scurried away from him and started gathering her clothes.

  “Kaila—”

  “You shouldn’t say things like that, Seamus.”

  “I meant it, Kaila, and you know it. Stop denying what’s between us.”

  “There’s nothing between us except a sense of brotherhood and loyalty,” she quipped.

  “Really? And what do you call what we just did?”

  “Fucking.”

  “Well, at least we have that, too. You know? I remember that at one time we used to be friends,” Seamus said. “Or don’t you remember the talks? The easy banter? Or the comfort we felt in each other’s presence, mingled with that sliver of desire neither of us dared act upon until that day on the hill?”

  She bent to recover a boot, and he moved closer to her. Her spine stiffened.

  “Do you remember, Kaila? Do you remember that day? You didn’t have bangs then, but your hair kept falling over your face. Do you have any idea the flurry of emotions that went through me every time I saw your eyes behind that curtain of silk?”

  “It was May,” Kaila said, voice soft.

  Hope flickered in his chest, and he sucked in his cheek, waiting for her to continue.

  “I was reading a book when you came in from behind me and slid your fingers into my hair,” she said.

  His fingers quivered as he gently loosened her ponytail. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, shorter than he remembered, but still a rich brown. Her hair was soft, like the whisper of a feather over skin. He ran his fingers across the long strands, easing his way to her skull, massaging it.

  “Like this?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  She kept her eyes closed and her lips drawn in tight. The pulse on her neck drummed.

  “What were you feeling at that moment?”

  Her nose scrunched up and little lines of concentration appeared on her brow. She chewed on her bottom lip, and he could swear he saw the gears in her mind turning, searching for a way to avoid telling him the truth.

  “I was awed, nervous. A little turned on.” She paused and sighed deeply. “After a while, you sat by my side and we talked.”

  “And you laughed,” he said.

  “Yes, because strands of my hair had slipped over my face and you told me that there was no way to tame the untamable.”

  A tremor played in her hand as she brushed her bangs aside.


  “And then you smiled,” she said. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and just as quickly looked away. Her cheeks took on a delightful blush. “I realized what we were at that moment.” Kaila chewed on her bottom lip. “The way you were looking at me, and then, when you kissed me.” She cleared her voice. “I thought you also knew, but I was wrong.”

  “Kaila, I was a fool.” He stepped in front of her. He bowed his head, trying to catch her gaze, but she refused to look at him. “There is no other explanation, babe. I was an asshole. It took me three years to come to my senses, but when I did, I begged you repeatedly to take me, Kaila, and you pushed me away time after time.”

  She shrugged. He clenched his jaw.

  “It’s better this way,” she finally said.

  He ran his hands through his hair. Stubborn woman. “Is it really? Are you telling me you prefer a lifetime of covert glances, feigned anger, insane sexual encounters, and grief? Do you prefer to keep on running? Am I that horrible?”

  He reached out and tilted her chin. Her brown eyes were large with a sadness which made his heart slow and break into a million pieces. “Babe, you can’t deceive me, and you should stop deceiving yourself. You have to tell me what I’ve done wrong.” He dropped to his knees. “I’m begging you, Kaila. This has to end now. I can’t take it anymore.” His voice cracked, choking with emotion.

  She wrung her hands and then folded them over her stomach.

  “It’s not just you. We’ve lost the right to decide. We can’t choose. We’re simply”—she waved her hands in the air—“made for each other, and it’s too much.”

  “Why?”

  He tugged at her arm, seeking to grasp her hand. To his surprise, she didn’t flinch or pull back.

  “The things you make me feel. I—” She swallowed. Her naked gaze bore into his. When he saw her fear, his throat clogged.