Midnight's Seduction (28 page)

She wiggled her bottom trying to get him to thrust again. Instead, it was his fingers on her clit. Fondling, stroking, thumbing the little nub until Saffron’s entire body trembled from the need gripping her.

All the while Camdyn kept just the head of his rod inside her. But now he jerked his hips forward and plunged inside her.

Saffron screamed his name. He pumped furiously inside her, his thick cock stroking her higher and higher. The feel of his flesh slapping against the back of her legs only heightened her passion.

The climax swept over her rapidly in a blinding flash of pleasure that sent her spiraling down a chasm of bliss. And just as he’d asked, Saffron screamed for him.

Her body still racked by the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm, Saffron heard the harsh sound of Camdyn’s breathing matching her rapid heartbeat.

He never slowed, just continued to thrust in and out of her channel, prolonging her pleasure. Until he gave a shout and she felt his seed pour into her.

Camdyn slumped over her, cheek to cheek. He was still inside her, still hard as her sheath clenched around him.

How had he been foolish enough to think that one taste of Saffron would release her hold on him? In fact, it had only tightened that hold.

Even now, he wanted her again.

He pulled out of her and rolled to his back. When he turned his head, their gazes clashed and she moved her hand to join his.

It was such an intimate and simple offering, but it made him realize she had shared her secrets with him. He needed to do the same, even if it killed him to do so.

He owed it to Saffron, to Allison, and even himself.

“I was married,” he said into the silence.

Her brow furrowed slightly, but she didn’t utter a word.

“It was after Deirdre unbound my god. I’d been wandering for almost twenty years when I came upon Allison. She was alone and the wheel of her cart had broken. So I helped her.”

Camdyn smiled at the memory. “There was an easy grace about Allison that drew me. After I fixed the wheel I offered to help with anything else. I stayed one night, then one night became a week, and then a month. Soon, we were lovers. I’d never been so happy.”

He looked at Saffron to find her watching him quietly, intently.

Camdyn shrugged. “I wanted her. I didna think of anything but that. Before I asked her to marry me, I told her—and showed her—what I was. She was frightened, but she didna run away.”

Saffron’s smile was small and sad.

“We married the next day. The next few years were some of my happiest. Until Allison began to age.”

“And you didn’t.”

Camdyn nodded. “I didna care that her hair turned white. But she did. She tried to get me to leave, but I wouldna. It was five years later that we had a terrible winter storm. I had gone out to hunt. Allison had left the cottage to get some firewood I’d stacked outside the house. I was gone longer than I had anticipated, and she’d run out of logs inside.

“I returned to find her lying in the snow. She didna know how long she’d been there. She’d slipped on some ice and hit her head. Her body was too weak to fight off the fever when it struck. I stayed by her day and night for a week as she fought to live. I was there, holding her, when she took her last breath.”

Saffron’s fingers tightened on his.

“She gave up in the end,” Camdyn said. “I saw it. I knew it. But I didna say a word to her. She hadna been happy in so long. How could I ask her to stay with me when she wanted to leave?”

Saffron pulled his hand to her lips and kissed it.

Camdyn couldn’t look away from her tawny eyes. Her skin glowed and her hair was disheveled. Her lips were swollen, and her skin still flushed from their lovemaking.

She was stunning. Mesmerizing. Beguiling.

And he wanted her again.

Without any words she rose up and straddled his hips before she leaned down and put her lips on his in a soft kiss. He slid a hand around her neck to cup the back of her head as he slanted his lips over hers and slipped his tongue between her lips. A moan rumbled from his chest when she reached between them and wrapped her slim fingers around his hard cock.

She lifted her hips and guided him inside her. Camdyn ended the kiss and opened his eyes to look at her.

Before she’d just been a female who tempted him. Then she’d become a woman who had suffered needlessly.

Now she was a Druid who had managed to find the last shreds of his soul and touch him.

His hands caressed down her sides to squeeze her buttocks as she gently rocked against him. They’d had passionate sex, and hard, fast sex. This was something new, something Camdyn wasn’t sure he could handle.

It was slow, seductive. And felt entirely too good.

It was also too dangerous.

He smiled when Saffron sat up, her hands resting on his chest and her hair wild about her shoulders. Back and forth she rocked her hips, pulling him deeper and deeper into all that was her.

Camdyn cupped her breasts and watched as her nipples hardened as he teased them. Her head fell back, a soft cry falling from her lips as he surged upward.

He closed his eyes at the sound of his name whispered with such pleasure.

It was impossible for him not to touch her. The more he ran his hands over her body the more she moaned. Her soft cries filled the chamber as their passion mounted once more.

“Camdyn,” she screamed as she peaked.

This time he didn’t hold back. As soon as her body clamped around his cock, he gave in to the release and followed her into paradise.

It washed over them, gripped them. Held them.

Bound them.

And when Saffron collapsed onto his chest and fell asleep, it never entered his mind to leave.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-TWO

Declan didn’t bother to look up from signing papers at his desk when the knock sounded on his office door. “Enter!” he called out.

He set aside the papers and reached for another to look over all the legal speak his lawyers had added for the next property he was buying.

“What is it?” he asked Robbie as he glanced up and spotted his cousin standing in the doorway, Robbie’s hand still on the knob.

“You’re going to want to come to the front door.”

Declan sighed and tossed aside his pen as he leaned back in his chair. “The only thing that’s going to get me out of this chair is if Deirdre is here.”

Robbie’s smile was slow but broad. “You’re going to want to come to the front door, cousin.”

Without another word Declan rose and followed Robbie to the front door. Declan’s heart was pounding with excitement at finally having Deirdre come to him. He knew it had only been a matter of time and now …

His train of thought ground to a halt as he found a man on his front steps, not Deirdre.

Declan looked at Robbie. “What is this?”

“Wait,” Robbie cautioned and held up a hand. “Trust me.”

Declan swiveled his head back to the man. “Who are you?”

“I’m Toby, and I’m here on behalf of my mistress, Deirdre,” the man answered, though his eyes had the vacant look of someone whose mind was under the control of another.

Declan crossed his arms over his chest. He’d rather have had Deirdre come to him, but the fact she had sent one of her slaves got his attention. “And what does Deirdre want?”

“A meeting,” Toby replied.

“She knows where I live.”

Toby smiled. “She wants to meet on neutral ground. Somewhere private. And only you.”

“Is she going to come alone as well?”

Toby gave a slow nod. “Yes.”

Declan might not have wyrran as Deirdre did, or even a Warrior. But what he did have was mercenaries with X90s and bullets filled with
drough
blood that would fell a Warrior instantly.

He had wanted Deirdre to come to him begging for his help, but he should have known she’d be too prideful for that. The fact she wanted to meet him could very well get him everything he wanted.

“Where? And when?” he demanded of Toby.

“Noon tomorrow at the Ring of Brodgar.”

Declan dropped his arms and slammed the door in Toby’s face before he turned on his heel. He smiled at Robbie. “I told you she would come to me.”

“Careful, cousin. She hasna asked for your help yet.”

“Ah, but she will.”

“Are you going alone?” Robbie asked.

Declan shrugged and clapped Robbie on the shoulder. “For the most part.”

*   *   *

Saffron woke, but she didn’t open her eyes. She inwardly smiled as she listened to Camdyn’s heartbeat in her ear. His breathing was even, steady.

She opened her eyes and glanced at the window. It was still dark, but with the gray of approaching dawn. Since she’d been eager to see her first dawn in over three years, Saffron slowly moved out of Camdyn’s arms. She walked barefoot to the window, thankful for the rugs she had bought that helped to keep the cold away from her feet.

With her fingertips on the cool glass, Saffron watched the sun peek over the horizon. The reddish-gold hue reflecting on the water was an amazing sight. But it was nothing compared to the color explosion in the sky.

Saffron blinked away the tears that filled her eyes as she stared at the clouds drenched in color from deep red to purple to the brightest pink.

It wasn’t until she had her eyesight taken from her that she’d realized she’d taken so many things for granted. Like watching a sunrise. There had been many times she’d stayed up all night looking at the stars and had seen the sun crest the horizon.

She’d always thought it beautiful, but now it was even more so.

The smile on her face would last for weeks, she was sure. After an amazing night with Camdyn, and then finally getting to see her sunrise, nothing could dampen her day.

She looked over her shoulder to see Camdyn still asleep. Her body was sore from their lovemaking, but it was a wonderful feeling. No one had held her as Camdyn had. No one could come close now or ever. Of that she was sure.

Her gaze returned to the magnificent sunrise. She watched the way the sea moved, displacing the rainbow of colors. Suddenly, familiar arms wrapped around her from behind.

“It’s beautiful,” Camdyn murmured near her ear.

Saffron smiled as he nuzzled her neck. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didna.”

She licked her lips as the worry that had filled her mind right before she went to sleep came again. “Camdyn, we didn’t use protection last night.”

“Protection?”

“To prevent pregnancy. I know from listening to the others that none of the Warriors carry diseases, but—”

His whiskers gently scraped along her cheek as he smiled. “Cara and Sonya have been making brews to keep everyone from getting with child since Sonya came here. It is given to every Druid every month unless they specifically ask no’ to have it.”

Saffron frowned. “I didn’t know they did that.”

He shrugged. “There’s naught for you to worry over. I’m going to get us something to eat.”

“Sounds great,” she said, and turned in his arms to smile up at him. “I’m going to get in the shower.”

Camdyn watched the way her hips moved sensuously from side to side as she sauntered naked away from him. He’d known the moment she left the bed.

To his surprise, he’d actually slept. He hadn’t expected that since he rarely did more than doze for a few hours at a time.

Maybe it had been because he’d finally given his body the release it needed. He refused to think it could have anything to do with holding Saffron.

She paused at the door to the bathroom and looked over her shoulder to give him a smile. As soon as she disappeared into the bathroom and he heard the shower turn on, Camdyn jerked on his pants and shirt and headed for the door.

He yanked open the door and stepped into the hallway, softly closing the door behind him. There, he paused and leaned back against Saffron’s door.

His eyes squeezed tight, he knew he was in trouble. The night had been everything he could have imagined and more. Holding Saffron, caressing her, kissing her. She was etched into his mind, branded into his soul.

He ran a hand down his face and let out a soft sigh as he opened his eyes. He’d wanted to avoid this very thing, but it seemed when it came to Saffron he was at her mercy.

What he needed to do was return to his cottage and forget the way her body had felt sliding against his, forget the way it felt to be buried deep inside her.

But Camdyn knew he would never forget.

He pushed off the door and took several steps toward the stairs when he found Ian leaning against the opposite wall. Camdyn halted as Ian’s words from the previous evening filled his head.

“I know that look,” Ian said. “That’s the look of a man who has found himself in a spot he doesna want to be in.”

Camdyn didn’t respond.

Ian shrugged and straightened from the wall. “Fallon has asked that everyone be in the great hall by ten.”

Camdyn stayed where he was for several long minutes after Ian walked away. Ian knew what he had done last night. Camdyn could see it in his eyes. There had also been disappointment there.

Though maybe Camdyn only saw that because he was disappointed himself that he had failed to keep away from Saffron. Because despite his words, Camdyn knew he was going to hurt her. And she didn’t deserve it.

It wasn’t her fault though. He was the one who couldn’t suffer losing someone else that he loved.

Camdyn took a deep breath and continued on to the stairs. When he reached the great hall he was surprised to only find Braden and Aiden at the table.

He gave them a nod in greeting, but didn’t stop to talk. The sooner he gathered food and returned with it to Saffron, the sooner he could get back to his own cottage.

But when Camdyn returned to Saffron’s chamber, the thought of going back to his cottage alone didn’t appeal to him. He could still smell her on his skin, taste her on his tongue.

And he wanted more. So very much more of her.

He was standing by the hearth holding the food and drinks in his hand when Saffron walked out of the bathroom in her gold robe. He knew the treasures beneath that robe. Camdyn held the plates tighter in an effort not to reach out and drag her against him.