“You smell incredible. Like sweet, sweet honey. It’s heady, a taste I want to smother myself in. I need more.” He kissed her again, so deliciously he turned the heat radiating through her blood into a roaring fire, until every inch of her sizzled, until her heartbeat thumped like thunder in her ears. She needed this, needed him. She’d deal with the merged link of the mind later, as well as the compulsion upon him. Nothing mattered at this moment but their joining. She had to grab ahold of that while she could.
Rising into his touch, she pressed her breasts to his chest and rubbed the achy tips against him. He swept his hands over her ribcage, fastened his sight on her breasts then bent his head and licked first one nipple and then the other. Nice and slow. Real slow. So good. Then he razzed his teeth over one sensitive tip, taking a second before drawing the aureole deep inside his mouth. He sucked. Hard. Sweet heaven. Never had she known such sheer pleasure. His attentions made her toes tingle and when he tweaked her other nipple, she arched her back and pleaded for more.
He delivered, easing both her breasts together and gorging, kissing and licking, taking her nipples between his lips and rolling his tongue around them before nipping. His little bites, each a claiming, intensified their bond and pulled her heart and soul closer toward his.
Hips pushing into him, she clutched his broad shoulders, traced over his roped biceps and down his arms. So wickedly strong. More. She stroked his firm back and tapered waist, cupped his butt, which tightened in her hands and made her smile giddily.
Surrounding her, his delectable fresh scent wrapping around her, he dipped his fingers between them and glided along the inside of her thigh. Her legs trembled and her core became bathed in heat. “Tell me to touch you deep inside,” he whispered in her ear. “I need to hear that you wish for this joining as greatly as I wish for it.”
“Aye, I want all of you, touching all of me.” Craving what he too needed, she eased her legs apart, so wantonly. She couldn’t halt this moment any more than he could. “Dinnae stop, Finlay. Your thoughts shall become my thoughts, your passion my passion.”
“You still feel no heat rising?” He swept his hand over her entrance, his intimate touch scalding her, but only in the way of her rising passion.
“There is none.”
“Then this day, we shall be one.” Looking into her eyes, he plunged one finger inside her, stroked deep then curled his finger into a spot that had her arching her back. He breathed deep then grinned with a hungry growl. “Your body is crying out for mine. I can almost taste you on my tongue.” He licked her lower lip, sucked it into his mouth then released her. “I’ve got to taste the rest of you. I can’t wait any longer.”
Head bent, he kissed down her body to where his finger played then nibbled along her inner thighs, his breath hot on her skin as he rubbed her nub.
She bucked as he stroked, harder and faster, then clutched his head as he spread her legs even wider. She moaned, long and low as he parted her folds and licked her flesh in the most intimate way. Every flick of his tongue over her nub was such exquisite torture, and watching him lave such attention on her, increased her pleasure to the point of pain. He sucked and her core pulsed as wave after wave of pure bliss rocked through her. She soared and a stunning display of bright colors burst behind her closed eyelids.
“I need to be inside you, now.” He crawled up her body, his mind battering against hers, demanding entrance.
“Be mine, Finlay, always mine.” She wrapped her legs around his waist as he set his hands on her hips and slowly, carefully, moved between her legs and nudged his cock along her slick folds.
“I’ll always be yours.” His mind shoved against the barrier still between their minds and he groaned, a look of anguish crossing his face. “I don’t wish to hurt you.”
“It will hurt more if you dinnae join with me. Do it. This could be our only chance.” She cupped his butt and rocked underneath him. It was all the incentive he needed. He plunged, tore through her barrier below, just as his mind barreled into hers. He joined them together in all ways, mind, body and soul.
Never had she been laid so completely bare and open. His mind tunneled deep inside hers, creating a private pathway that would only ever be theirs. Such a beautiful connection. She grappled to cement the link and whispered into his mind, “My warrior, my lover, the other half of my soul.”
“Aye, and we shall never be parted again.”
“I feel so wonderfully full.” Her heart and body verged on bursting with how full she felt.
“I feel whole, as if I can finally rest and know my search is done, yet with your sweet body hugging mine, I’m also about to careen right over the edge of reason.” Ever so slowly, he slid back out then halted and with a low moan, pushed all the way back inside her. “I want to make you come, over and over, and to share in all you feel. Keep your mind open to mine.”
She did as he bid and clung to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and her legs firm around his hips. “This time we come together.”
“Aye, together.” He thrust, pounding into her and as he did, he sucked the skin of her neck between his lips.
“Are you going to bite me?”
“Hell, yes.” One very territorial growl.
“Then I’m biting you too.” She rocked with him as he moved, scraped her teeth over the fiercely beating pulse in his neck and when she could hold on no longer, she marked him, as possessively as any woman could mark her man. Her mate. Her bear.
“Do that again,” he demanded as he plunged into her, over and over, his pace wildly fervent.
She bucked, her heartbeat a pounding mess against his but she reveled in the moment, bit down and marked him. He roared his pleasure, then he bit her and sent every one of her last thoughts flying. She cried out his name, his bite pure passion and a temptation she would crave until the end of her days. Her channel tightened, squeezed his cock and dragged him even deeper inside her. His seed pulsed from him in one long hot rush, coating her womb and her heart soared right along with her soul. She wanted this, all of him, throughout all of time. She couldn’t give him up a second time. Not now. She would hold onto the hope that had bloomed and never let it go. Their mated bond was meant to be, that she now knew to the depths of her heart. Finlay had been right. No one could halt the mated bond. Not even her.
* * * *
Finlay’s mind went dark with lust and a powerful whirlpool of need surged. Desperation and passion slammed through him and with her pulse skittering out of time under his lips, he sank his teeth into her flesh a second time and roared as he thrust balls-deep inside her.
She continued to convulse around him, crying out his name as she rode the waves right along with him. His essence streamed into her, his mind and body locked tight around hers as he joined them fully as one. Never could he have imagined a more perfect moment, and this was just the beginning.
He kissed her, stroking her sides as he slowed his pace and rocked gently inside her. With a tender touch, he eased up on his elbows and carefully brought them both back down.
She stretched, her beautiful breasts on full display and tempting him almost beyond his endurance. She was so alluring with her creamy skin, luscious lips that pouted so perfectly, and long slender neck now bearing his mark. He licked the outline of his bite and purred.
“Mmm,” she murmured and caught his face between her hands. She kissed him, so sweetly and seductively his cock stirred back to vibrant life and twitched again inside her. Grinning, she licked her lips. “By the feel of you hardening once more, I believe it might be time for us to do that all over again.”
“I need to take care of you first.” He was driven to ensure her welfare and he eased out, tipped her over onto her front and smoothed his hand down her back and over her bottom. No scrapes but her flesh appeared a little pink. Thankfully, her shift and his pants had protected her from the stone.
Smiling wickedly, she glanced over her shoulder at him, her wet blond locks sliding forward
as she wriggled up onto her hands and knees. The spray continued to coat her slick flesh and there, along her inner thigh sat a streak of blood that made his bear growl with approval. She’d gifted him with her innocence, just as he’d gifted her with his. He leaned over the side of the ledge, scooped handfuls of water and gently washed her clean then splashed his cock.
She wriggled even more, elongating her neck and body as if enjoying every drop of cool water on her skin. Slowly, she inched around and faced him, her breasts swaying heavy and full as she pushed him onto his back and crawled over top of him. She sat across his hips and lifted her arms high. Water trickled down her body, over her pebbled nipples, her flat belly and down into the thatch of golden curls covering her mound. “Can you hear the storm still raging outside?”
High above their sanctuary hidden deep within the earth, thunder rumbled in the skies. A flicker of lightning lit the chamber through the vent and wind rushed down the tunnel and swirled around them. “The four elements have come together, fire, water, air and earth. It is a mighty storm.”
“The realignment.” She gasped and grinned. “’Tis just what I needed to restore my control following the disruption caused by your arrival. My grandmother said nature itself had to bring it about. I wonder if the realignment is what has extinguished my fire?” She wriggled against his groin, rubbing her slit over the base of his cock wedged between them. “Oh, I like this position. Sitting on top of you is rather wicked.”
“Take care. You must be sore.” He grazed a finger from between her breasts to her belly, and as her breath caught, he trailed lower, swirling through her curls and over her clit.
She jumped, caught his hand and smiled. “There is a tingle. I’m sensitive from so much pleasure and yet I also desire more, but mayhap in a little while, after I’ve had my turn with you. There are things I wish to do.” She squirmed back and rested on her belly between his legs, her breasts falling gently either side of his balls as she curled one hand around his stiff cock. “I have an admission to make. I once stumbled upon a couple in the woods, and well, I wish to love you in the way I saw them love each other, with her mouth upon him. If you will allow it?”
Oh hell. If she took him in his mouth right now, he’d likely lose it. Yet the look of hope in her eyes wasn’t one he intended to snuff out.
Through long lashes, she peeked at him, one brow raised. “Will that be permissible?”
“Look into my mind and you’ll see the answer you seek.” He opened his thoughts for her to read, sharing exactly what just raced through his mind. He’d experience only sheer pleasure if she did such a thing.
“I like being in your mind.” She grinned and dipped her head, and in one long teasing stroke, licked him from root to tip then swirled over the head.
Pleasure spiraled through him and he groaned and clenched his butt. A bead of come leaked and she ogled the drop glistening on the end before quickly cupping one palm like a shield over it to shelter it from the spray above.
“This is for me?” She looked into his eyes, such desire flaring in her own.
“If you wish it.” He cradled her head in his hands, his cock hardening impossibly further.
“Oh, I wish it.” She rimmed his head with her mouth, took him deep and caressed his balls and his shaft. She bobbed up and down on him, finding a rhythm that would send him mad in no time at all.
Heat shimmered at the base of his spine and radiated out to curl his toes. “Arabel, my sweet, you must have watched that couple in the woods with dedicated attention.”
“Aye, and glad I am that I did. You are delicious and I desire more. This is a treat I wouldnae have wished to miss out on.” She sucked harder and he pushed himself deeper inside her mouth. He got lost as a sexual haze consumed him, as red flared behind his eyes. No, he needed to maintain his control. He wouldn’t allow himself to come until he’d seen to her pleasure again. She deserved all he could possibly give her, every single part of him.
Gripping her waist, he lifted her up onto her hands and knees, scooted down under her on his back and planted his head between her thighs. Her inner flesh lay plump and pink, an enticement he couldn’t resist. He licked her, again and again, then captured her clit gently between his lips and rolled his tongue around her. She half-moaned, half-sighed then shuddered, her legs trembling and barely holding her up.
He gave her no relief. Blood pounding, he lavished attention on her, until she rocked her hips and cried out, “Mercy. I feel too much, too hot.”
“Your fire?” He sensed no heat coming from her, her skin the same warmth as his and the spray falling on them not heating or hissing at contact. He tweaked her hard nipples and she gasped.
“No fire,” she panted. “I need you inside me.”
“I’m coming, love.” He wriggled out, crawled over top of her hand-and-knees position and crowded her from behind, the heat of her back against his chest sublime. His bear growled for dominance, that he mark his woman again. He opened her folds and stroked her wet slit. In her ear, he whispered, “Do you want me?”
“I want my mate. I want all of you.”
“I want you too.” He clasped her hips, pushed his cock between her legs and before she could draw her next breath, he plunged deep inside her heavenly warmth.
“Finlay.” She cried out his name, pushed her bottom back into his groin and met each and every one of his thrusts. She urged him on, her breathing and his loud in his ears, her inner muscles locking tight around him as he rocked into her, his balls slapping the insides of her thighs. “Please, bite—”
He sank his teeth into her neck and she gasped and squeezed him harder.
“More, again,” she demanded.
He moved to the other side of her neck, swept her hair away and laying his claim so completely, bit her again.
“Oh, your bite is sheer heaven. ’Tis an aphrodisiac, just as you said.” Her pleasure radiated down their link as she pulsed around him, wrapped him in her body’s blaze of heat and sent him soaring right along with her.
Completely spent, they collapsed onto their clothing, his body blanketing her back.
“When did I say that?” he murmured when his thoughts came back under control. “About our bite being an aphrodisiac?”
“Mmm.” Her word a breathy whisper from her lips before she whispered in his mind, “I love you, Finlay, so much my heart can barely contain all that I feel for you. You hold my very soul in your hands, and always will.”
Her declaration humbled him and he opened his heart and tucked her words deep inside. She wasn’t just his mate, not now. She was his only reason for living, the one person he could never survive without, his entire heart and soul. “There is none,” he said along their link as he kissed her cheek, “who I will ever love as greatly as I love you. My wife, my lover, and the other half of my soul.”
“You’re also heavy.” She smiled as she glanced over her shoulder at him. “So beautifully heavy.”
He rolled onto his side and tucked her safely within his arms.
Her eyelids fluttered down and he relaxed and allowed his own exhaustion to take him under. It was as if he’d known her his entire life, as if he’d been waiting for her to return to him. She was his match in every way, all he could have ever desired in a mate. His. Always his.
Chapter 9
The hoot of an owl and the sloshing of waves drifted into the cavern from outside and Arabel stirred from her sleep. She opened her eyes and stretched under the cool mist while overhead a trickle of moonlight slithered through the vent and played over the pool’s glassy, darkened surface.
She wriggled around and smiled as her mate still slept so soundly, his big body cocooned warmly around hers. Gently, she touched the two adorable dimples either side of his luscious lips then tucked back the charming lock of silky black hair curling onto his forehead. The mist beaded over his golden skin, every single naked and superb inch of him.
Oh, how she wanted to stay with him forever, right here in this m
agical place. But to do that, she first needed to fix so many things. His compulsion still stood, and although they’d joined, he’d never remember it the moment they parted ways. So too she needed to consider the realignment of the elements that had exhausted her fire, the lightning that had flashed through the vent above, the wind that had rushed down the tunnel, the water misting over them, and their cavern itself deep within the earth. The four elements had come together and a miracle had happened. Although this exhaustion of her skill better not be just a one-time thing, only occurring because of the realignment being needed. Certainly no fire-wielder had every managed an intimacy on the level she just had, an intimacy she needed again, well just as soon as she’d fixed everything she’d set moving on the wrong path.
I’ll make things right, Finlay. That I promise you, but for now, I must go. Words she kept to herself even as she wanted to speak them out loud.
Carefully, she extricated herself from Finlay’s hold, wiggled her scrunched sark still half caught underneath him out then slipped it over her head. She would never give up the hope that they could make this work, not now she’d experienced what it was like to be in his arms. That kind of heaven she could never live without.
On soundless feet, she tiptoed to the end of the ledge then hopped from boulder to boulder until she reached the beach and jumped onto the sand. Swiftly, she clambered through the darkened tunnel of carved stone and hurried out onto the sandy beach of the cove. Under the clear moonlit sky twinkling with stars, the sea’s white-tipped waves rolled gently into shore. She lifted her hands and turned them palms up and tried to bring forth her fire. A touch of heat tingled her fingertips, but no flames yet flickered to life. Her skill was returning now the lightning and wind had settled. She sensed that deep within her. The four elements had now been dispersed.
She strode toward the river mouth where the water flowed smoothly into the sea. She splashed through then blew a kiss toward the cavern’s entrance. As she did, she searched along her merged link and touched Finlay’s mind. He remained blissfully asleep. She closed their link, her determination strong. She’d right the wrongs she’d done and she wouldn’t rest until she had.
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