Phoenix Rising I (28 page)

She made an incoherent sound of agreement. With the carnal reactions of her body, she was beyond words.

He slid away from her breasts, kissing a trail down her stomach, over the slight rise of her abdomen, then tongued her clit through the barrier of her panties. She gasped and clutched him tighter, keeping his face right where she wanted him.

With a low groan, he stripped off her panties. He paused and his eyes flared. “You shave here,” he muttered, and cupped her.

“It … didn’t match.”

He glanced up at her face, his gaze traveling up to the top of her head and back down, and he grinned. “Well, now, we wouldn’t want any awkward questions about that, would we? The collar and cuffs should match.”

She pursed her lips and shook her head. “You’re bad.”

His smile faded. “Hmm. But when I’m bad, I’m very
good
.” Pushing her legs apart, he settled his shoulders between them and swiped his tongue across her swollen labia. His thumbs parted her slick folds and he dipped his tongue into the well of her body. Another groan left him.

“You’re so wet.” His warm breath blew over her drenched pussy and she went taut. “So hot. You’re liable to burn me alive.” He slid his thumbs up and down, making her cry out and wiggle against his hands, trying to get him to put his hands--or his mouth-where she needed them. “But what a way to go,” he said, and closed his mouth over her wet flesh.

He alternately nipped and licked and sucked, driving her closer and closer to the edge of climax. Just when she thought she’d go over, he pulled back slightly, his mouth resting against her mound, his hands holding her sex spread open, but not moving.

“Connor,” she pleaded, moving her hips against him.

Without a word, he slid one long, thick finger into her sheath and his mouth went to her clit. He suckled her, hard, his finger shuttling in and out with increasing speed. Only a few moments after he’d started, her orgasm blazed through her, bowing her back and tightening her inner muscles around his finger. Even as the tremors stilled and her hands fell limply onto the mattress, he kept stroking into her slowly, gently.

He looked up at her, his lips shiny with her cream, his eyes dark with lust. “If this is something you really don’t want, tell me now, sweetling. Before we go any further.”

Mackey levered up on one arm and lifted her right hand, rubbing her thumb over his lips. Before she could draw it away, his tongue snaked out, licking over her thumb and sending shivers up her arm. His handsome face was taut, strong jaw held tightly.

“I want this, Connor. And not out of any need for revenge.” She moved her hand to his hair and slid her fingers through the silky strands, smiling when his eyelids lowered with sensual pleasure. “I made my peace with what I am--and all the good and bad that goes along with it--a long time ago.”

“Are you sure?” He tilted his head to the side, leaning into her touch.

He let her urge him up and she pressed a soft kiss to one corner of his wickedly sexy mouth. “I’m sure. Make love with me.”

He searched her eyes and his hands came up to cup her face. Holding his weight on his elbows, he leaned toward her. A growl rumbled in his throat, then his mouth slanted over hers with hard, delicious pressure. Heat rolled off him. His hips pressed against hers, his cock a long, hard ridge between their bodies.

His tongue slipped between her lips and tangled with hers, stroking in and out in the same rhythm his groin made as he pumped slowly against her, sliding his erection through the slick folds of her sex.

Her belly clenched and she clutched his shoulders, needing an anchor in the sensations swirling through her. Worry, a little bit of fear, desire, need … all roiled together until one was barely discernable from another. A fine trembling began in her limbs. When he drew back, his mouth sliding down her jaw to bite gently at the tendons of her neck, she gasped.

One broad masculine hand slid to her breast. Gently he caressed her, long fingers tugging on her nipple, pinching and rolling it until it stood long and red under his touch. His hand closed over her breast and he kneaded her flesh. “By the gods, you’re so pretty here.” His voice was low and rough, the words muttered against her throat.

Mackey arched into the steady pressure of his hips, moaning at the pleasure of it, hands clutching at his back, his sides, trying to draw him inside. “Connor, please. I want you.
Now
.”

He shifted so that he lay more fully over her, and she slid her hands to his muscled, hair-roughened chest. His wide shoulders gleamed in the weak sunlight spilling into the room. Her gaze traveled over the wide planes of his chest, seeing the small brown nipples hidden in beneath dark hair. That same hair trailed down over a flat stomach ridged with muscles, circled his navel and arrowed down to surround his rampant sex.

She curled her fingers around that most male part of him, gently squeezing, stroking her hand down his length until she could sweep her thumb over the moist slit at the fat head of his cock. He was long and solid, his skin velvety soft covering a thickness her fingers could barely circle. Realizing he’d gone still, she looked up to see his eyes closed, an expression on his face that bordered on pain.

When she paused, his eyes flew open. “Why did you stop?” he asked in a voice so low and rough it was almost a growl.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” She kept her hand where it was, and started squeezing him again. “And … I want you inside me.”

Connor surged against her grip, finally prying her hand away. He was excruciatingly hard, his balls drawn tight against his body, and he ached to feel her liquid and soft around him, that same slick moisture he still held on his tongue. He knew it wouldn’t take much for him to explode. He had to get inside her, now.

He spread her feminine folds and pushed into her. Her creamy sheath closed over the head and an inch or two of his cock, making him realize with mind-numbing excitement that this would be a tight fit. Bracing his palms against the mattress, he struggled to maintain control, reining in his beast when all he wanted to do was savagely bury himself in her until he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.

With a low groan, he pulled back and then steadily pushed in, forcing another couple of inches into her snug channel. Her inner muscles clamped around him, contracting at the intrusion. His heart thumped, his pulse sped up, urging him on.

Another long glide out and he paused, only the head of his cock enclosed in her slick heat. She wiggled her hips to accommodate him and he nearly lost it. The tip of his erection was surrounded by her wet heat. Small spasms ran through her sheath, her body milking his cock. Gods. She was so tight. So hot. So wet.

“Connor, stop dicking around.” She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and tugged, trying to bring his mouth to hers.

“Interesting choice of words, sweetling,” he murmured, a strained smile tugging the corners of his mouth, and allowed her to drag him down. Her legs wrapped around his hips, heels resting against the small of his back, and he groaned, taking her mouth with hard passion. Connor pressed forward, slowly sinking his cock into her until his balls rested against the curve of her buttocks.

She gave a slight whimper and he froze, anguish clawing its way up his throat. “Am I hurting you?”

MacKenzie wiggled again and he did his best to remain motionless, although he couldn’t stop the harsh groan wrenched from deep in his gut. He clenched his jaw against the silken heat of her body and its wet clasp of his erection.

“No,” she whispered, her hands stroking the base of his skull. “It’s just … it’s been so long.” Her lashes swept down, but not before he saw the sparkle of tears. “You’re so heavy and warm and ... the feel of you inside me, over me … your smell. ...” Her tongue swept out and licked his collarbone. “Your taste. ...” She looked at him. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised. “I
can’t
.” He withdrew and stroked in. Out, in. Out, in. She levered her torso up, holding onto his shoulders, her ankles crossed behind his back.

As her mouth rained frantic kisses over his neck and chest, his thrusts became faster and harder.

Her sensuous lips were open with her gasping cries and he pictured them stretched around his cock. The image sent fire racing through his balls. He fought the urge to come and kept plunging into MacKenzie, feeling the honeyed grip of her slick muscles clench and squeeze him.

He felt her feet fall away and she braced them on the bed. She strained against him, swiveling her hips, pulling his shaft deeper into her sheath.

“Connor!” His name was a mixture of plea and demand as her body bucked wildly beneath his. She was burning hot around him, her short gasps and moans firing his passion higher.

His pulse roared in his ears, his body strained toward completion, every small touch electrifying him. He moved one hand, sliding it between their bodies until he found her swollen clit. He was close, and he wanted her to be there with him in the dive into oblivion.

She cried out, her sheath convulsing around him with sweet pressure. His own orgasm roiled through him. He tensed over her as his cock jerked and jetted thick jets of his release. He rode through it and, with the last spurt, he held himself still, feeling her clenching channel milk the last of his seed from his pulsing cock.

With a groan, he collapsed over her. When he went to move off her, she tightened her legs around him. “Stay,” she whispered. Nuzzling his neck, she caught a bead of sweat on her tongue. One swipe led to another, until she’d licked a path along one collarbone.

“I’m too heavy for you,
m
o mhúirnín bán
.” This was the second time he’d used this particular endearment and he realized with mixed emotions that, this time, he meant it. She
was
his fair darling and, if his father permitted it, he would take her back to Cnoc Meadha with him. If the king was stubborn about it ...

Well, he had another son to whom he could pass the crown. And Connor knew his brother Keenan would make a fine king; he was strong and cared about being Royal much more than Connor ever could.

Besides, it wasn’t as if the Fae wanted a man who got furry once a month ruling over them.

“I want to stay like this.” One hand stroked through his hair at his nape, the other rested at his waist, the fingers idly petting him.

“Like this?” He thrust against her, making both of them moan. All too soon, however, his softening cock slid from her body and he bit back a moan of disappointment as he shifted his weight off her.

If he could stay inside her forever, he would. Since that wasn’t possible, he’d be making sure he had her as much as possible.

“Where’s your bathroom?” He leaned over her, brushing dark hair from her face.

She stretched and waved vaguely over her shoulder. “It’s there.”

Connor smiled and pressed a kiss against the tip of her pert nose. “Be right back, sweetling.” He pulled away, despite her protests. Standing by the bed for a moment, he looked down at her, watching a blush spread over her cheeks, though she made no move to cover her nudity.

It was good to see she’d enough Fae in her to be secure in her sexuality.

He turned and walked into the bathroom, where he wet a washcloth and cleansed himself. Rinsing out the rag, he hung it on the rack by the sink and grabbed another one. Once he’d wet it and wrung it out, he went back into the bedroom and sat beside MacKenzie.

She raised up on her elbows. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to clean you up a bit.” He held the washcloth up and waggled his hand.

Her eyes widened, then a slow smile tilted her lips and she spread her arms. “I’ve never had a sponge bath before.”

Looking down at the cloth in his hand, he said, “Well, I don’t think this actually qualifies as a sponge bath,
m
o mhúirnín bán
. But it’s close enough.” He brought the rag up and bathed her face, her throat, then ran it gently around the swell of her breasts. When he came around under, she arched a little, lifting her breast off her rib cage.

He gazed, entranced at her puckered nipples. She was so sensitive here; he’d barely touched her with the nubby cloth, but the tips of her breasts had responded immediately. “Besides,” he continued, and dragged the cloth slowly down her tummy. “I want you to be comfortable, because we’ll be doing this again. Soon.”

He ran the wet rag between her legs, slowly and gently washing away the remnants of their lovemaking, enjoying the way her eyes darkened and her breath quickened at the light touch. She made a sound deep in her throat, almost but not quite like a purr. He grinned to realize the sound was more canine than feline.

It appeared she still retained some of her wolfhound qualities, after all.

Dropping the washcloth to the floor, Connor climbed back into bed and settled on his side next to her. MacKenzie murmured and turned into his embrace, one silken thigh sliding between his. It bumped against his cock, causing it to twitch with interest. But when she yawned and snuggled deeper in his arms, he figured he’d let her rest before he started … what was the word? Ah, yes. Shtupping.

He’d let her rest before the shtupping began again.

And it would, just as soon as his legs stopped shaking.

Chapter Five

Connor woke and stretched. At some point they’d moved beneath the covers, although the comforter had been kicked to the end of the bed. He became aware of a weight over his stomach, and another over his upper thighs. Looking down, he stared at MacKenzie, lying in his arms, her head pillowed on his chest. Her full lips were parted and a light snore issued from her mouth.

A grin split his face. “Well, then, you’re not so perfect after all, are you,
m
o mhúirnín bán
?” he whispered. Glancing out the window, he saw that darkness had fallen, and the nearly full moon cast bright light into the room, lighting her face with a silver glow.

His smile faded. He had this night and tomorrow with her, but when the sun next set ... he had to be far from here. While he wouldn’t hurt her--she wasn’t Fae--he didn’t want her to see him turn into a beast.