by Lauren Dane
Em pulled free and ran to where Con was slumped on the ground. “I’ve got to get him back home, the healers there can help him,” she said and without thinking, sifted them back to Tir na nOg, to Aine’s chambers.
Chapter Thirteen
Aine looked up as they sifted back. “Help! He’s been injured by the demon!” Em screamed and Aine moved toward them quickly, calling out for a healer.
The healers shimmered in, moved him to a bed and looked him over. Jayce showed up with Em’s mother. “She wouldn’t let me leave without her. She said you would need her,” Jayce told her.
Marie pulled her daughter to her while they watched the healers work on Con.
“He’s suffered some extensive injuries. We can often heal quickly from injuries caused by humans or other Fae, but something of great evil and power—something as old as this demon was—well, we’ll see what we can do,” the healer said.
“Just make him better, damn it, or you’ll have me to answer to!” Em yelled and her mother hugged her. Jayce stood on her other side.
Titania and Finn shimmered into the room and Jayce quietly explained the situation to them. Finn kissed Em’s forehead and introduced himself and his mother to Marie. Marie and Titania had a brief stare down until Titania nodded her head and put a hand to Em’s face.
“He will survive this, Em. He’s a strong man and he loves you. He won’t walk away from you without a fight,” she said softly and Em nodded, tears in her eyes.
They watched for hours as the healers worked. Con remained unconscious. The demon had attacked his life force. His system had shut down to protect his life force from being stolen or destroyed by the demon.
Finally, as the day ended, the healers stood back and began to move away from him. “We’ve done all that we can, his injuries have been dealt with. It’s all a matter of his spirit reviving,” the healer told Aine and shimmered out.
Em went to Con’s side and grabbed his hands. “You’d better wake up, Con MacNessa, you made me immortal and changed my life. I can’t live without you so wake the hell up and do it now!” She crawled into the bed beside him and wrapped her body around his, talking to him the whole time.
The others watched, feeling helpless, but Em continued to talk to him, urging him to wake up, telling him her plans to remodel their houses, talking of plans for a child, for learning to use her new Fae powers and going back to New Orleans for Mardi Gras.
She talked until she was hoarse and exhausted and finally she passed out, her face buried in his neck.
A day passed, then two, then a week. Jayce took Marie back home with a promise to keep them all apprised of the situation. They moved Con back to their house on the sea. Jayce insisted on staying there, each of them able to support the other when they began to lose hope.
* * * * *
Two weeks had passed and Con was still unconscious. Em woke up on yet another morning to find him still out. She rolled out of bed and looked down on him, angry. “Damn it! Conchobar MacNessa, what the fuck? Wake up! How dare you do this to me? All my life I’ve felt like no one really understood me, appreciated me, saw me as someone special apart from my family. You come along and hold up a mirror and you helped me to see myself, believe in myself. You have no right to let go of life and leave me here alone!”
She got rid of her nightshirt and lay on top of him, her naked flesh to his naked flesh. “Do you feel this, Con? Do you feel my skin against yours? Do you remember what it’s like between us? Even now when you’re unconscious I’m wet for you.”
She kissed his neck, up to his ears, nibbling the point, flicking her tongue across it. “I know you’re in there somewhere. Come back to me, baby. Come back, fear cheile, husband. I need you,” she whispered and kissed down his ear, down his neck and across his jaw. She breathed him in, felt the pulse at his neck and bit down over the tendon there and he jumped.
“Con? Come on, baby, I love you so much.”
She continued south, licking over his pebbled nipples and down over each rib and across the hard, flat stomach. His cock was hard now and hot against her flesh. She took biting nips at his lower abdomen and then breathed across his cock head before she took it into her mouth. She tasted the salty pearl of pre-cum and ran her nails down his ribs and underneath his butt, gripping his muscled ass.
She groaned and got wetter, missing him, aching with desire and love and grief. She took his cock deeper, wet her fingers with her own juices and tickled his rear passage. She slowly pushed her fingers inside until she found his prostate and stroked over it. His cock hardened to steel and she slowly stroked into him as she moved her mouth over him, pouring her love and her hope into the act, willing him to come back to her.
Suddenly he came and she was filled with the salty taste of him, with the essence of life, and tears sprang to her eyes as she heard him roar.
She was on her back and he was over her, sliding inside her, looking down at her wearing a look of such intense love and adoration that she began to weep as he stroked into her hard and deep. She wrapped her legs about his waist and tightened herself around his cock.
“You’re awake,” she said, breathless.
“I’ve heard you these last weeks. It was the only thing that held me to this plane. I only wish you’d thought of sucking my cock before now. Apparently there aren’t blowjobs on the next plane of existence and my cock brought me back,” he said with a grin and then sobered. “I felt so far away, I didn’t know how to get back. All I could do was hold on and not let go. Each day I moved back a tiny bit closer. Your voice and your love were my anchor, Em.”
She laughed through her tears and cried out as he latched onto a nipple and grazed his teeth across it. Her climax exploded through her system, jettisoning her fear, her anger, her grief and replacing it with his love and his life.
A few minutes after they’d both come and were wrapped around each other in their bed, she kissed his chest over his heart. “I’ve got to tell Jayce so that he can tell your mother and Finn. He went to see Aine. He gives her daily reports on your health. We’ve all been so worried about you.”
He ran his fingers through her silky hair and brought her lips down to his.
Chapter Fourteen
Con tapped a foot to the zydeco band and drank his beer while he watched Em dance with her brother, a beatific smile on her face.
“It’s good to have you back,” Jayce said quietly.
“It’s good to be back,” Con replied. “I couldn’t imagine death without her. Thanks for being there for her while I was out.”
“You’re the brother of my heart—that makes her my sister. Plus, if you’d kicked, I could have snapped her up,” he joked and Con scowled.
“What are you two up to?” Em asked as she plopped down into Con’s lap and kissed the cleft in his chin.
“Just talking. You look beautiful today, Em. Just let me know if this joker ever does you wrong and we can run away together,” Jayce said with a grin and Em laughed as Con made a lunge at his friend.
“She looks beautiful every day, Jayce. My wife is the most beautiful woman in this world and ours.”
“I totally agree with you!” Lee said as she and Alex sat down. “So, Em. You never did say how you figured out how to defeat the spell the demon was using.”
“Well, it was math. The spell was a negative spell, meet a negative with a negative and you get a positive.”
“There you are, dear! Congratulations.”
Em and Con stood up to greet Adelade Belton, who’d come in from London to attend their wedding.
“Adelade, it’s lovely to see you, we’re so glad you could make it,” Em said as she kissed the other woman’s cheeks.
“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. I knew the moment that you two bumped into each other that you were meant to be together.”
Con grinned down at Em and kissed her forehead. “Yep, her own personal faerie stalker as she calls me, in what she assures me is affection.”
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sp; Em gave him a quick grin and allowed him to pull her onto the dance floor and up against his body for a slow number.
“I love you, Conchobar MacNessa,” she said with a soft smile.
“I love you too, Emily Charvez, witch of my dreams.”
Afterword
Irish Gaelic Words
Gaelic is an old and very beautiful language and as I wrote this book and I learned more of it, the more romantic I realized it was. The pronunciation is a bit difficult for me, but as Con used so many of these phrases with Em, I thought it might be helpful to include a short dictionary of the Gaelic terms and a close approximation of their pronunciation where I was able to find it:
A Ghra (ah hraw) – my love
A Thaisce (ah hash-keh) – my treasure
Tá mo chroí istigh ionat go deo – my heart is in you forever
Mo Fiach – my raven
A Ghrá mo Chroí (ah hraw muh hree) - my Heart’s Beloved
Is tusa mo shaol - You are my world (as in life)
Namhaid – enemy
fear cheile – husband
bean cheile – wife
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