His body, his wolf and his cock apparently thought otherwise.
He lined up with her hot, wet entrance, their kiss intensifying as he did. She moaned into his mouth, swiveling her hips, trying to take his cock into her. Kennard held her in place, struggling with the warring sides of himself. He wanted the moment to be special, yet he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything in over seven-hundred years.
He tore his mouth from hers. “Maggie, you do nae want me like this.”
Maggie arched a brow. “Oh, I think I know what I want.”
A shaky laugh fell from him. “Please, a ghrá, let us take this slower. Let me love you.”
Something in her expression changed, though he couldn’t completely read it. All he knew was that her power flared, drawing them together, her body sinking down and over his cock, taking him inch by inch, making his teeth clench as ecstasy assailed him. Maggie cupped his face, her mouth returning to his, their tongues colliding at the same moment their bodies completely meshed.
Pure bliss radiated through him. He feared he’d come, ending their time together too soon, but he found a rhythm, easing their bodies to the bed. He laid her out, staying in her, his body covering hers. Kennard pumped harder then, causing the headboard to strike the wall again and again. He paid it little mind, his focus on his woman.
Her pussy drew him back in, as if it never wanted him to leave its sanctuary. That was fine by him. He didn’t want to go. There was a faint buzzing and then a ringing in his ears as his magik flared higher, stronger, combining with hers fully. He lost himself in her silken depths, his power riding the air with hers.
Maggie cried out in his mouth, her fingernails digging deep into his upper arms. Had he been only druid, with no wolf to think of, their mating would have been complete the moment he released in her and she climaxed. But his wolf needed to mark her as his. Breaking their kiss, he didn’t try to stop the shift in his mouth. He understood it was necessary. He let the wolf up enough to do what was needed to assure no one could ever come between him and Maggie again.
“Yes,” cried Maggie, countering his thrusts, her body now clenching down upon his. She cried out, raking her nails down his arms, drawing more blood. The smell of it excited his wolf. He thrust deeper into her, pummeling her sweet body with his. Maggie gave as good as she got, her body grinding against his, her grunts and moans filling the room, joining his own. The room smelled heavy of sex, power and blood.
He had to concentrate so as not to be too hard, too alpha with her. She was smaller than him and he did not want to break her. She tugged at his upper arms before gritting her teeth, her blue eyes narrowing.
“Fuck me,” she said. “Harder.”
His lass was full of fire. He obliged, using his strength and speed to give her what she wanted. The bed felt as if it may give under the stress of their joining, but he didn’t care. He wouldn’t leave her body. He didn’t care what happened so long as they finished what they’d started.
Maggie’s body tensed and she arched under him, a cry tearing free from her as her pussy began pulsing around his cock. His mouth went to her shoulder and he wasted no time sinking his teeth into her, her blood rushing over his tongue at the very same second his balls tightened, seed erupting from him. He filled her and felt it then—the claiming was complete.
They were one.
Forever.
Kennard eased his mouth from his mate’s shoulder and licked the wound, watching as it healed over before his very eyes. He grinned, staying rooted in her. As he planted a row of tiny kisses over her neck to her jaw, he stiffened, wondering how he would explain what he’d just done to her.
He’d claimed her fully.
She was his soulmate.
His wife now.
There was no going back.
He stilled.
She kissed him chastely, running her foot down his leg. “Is it done?”
“Lass, did you nae feel me fillin’ you? I thought you might burst from what I unloaded in you,” he said, before thinking better of his choice of words and phrasing. She was his woman, she deserved finesse. He lacked the trait and wasn’t sure how he’d manage to gain it. “I mean, yes. For at least a minute or so, it is done.”
Maggie seemed puzzled before she smiled wide, caressing the backs of his already healed over arms. “I know that is done. I mean, is the claiming done?”
He stiffened. “You know of claimings?”
“Maria filled me in.”
He drew in a sharp breath. “Did she now?”
She kissed him gently. “She did.”
Kennard’s cock came back to life. It would never have enough of her. Neither would he. He began to move lazily within her. “Do you know what this means, then? Our joinin’? Our magik rising at the same moment? Me biting you?”
With a nod, Maggie bit her lip and her eyes moistened, and Kennard tried to pull out of her, worried he’d harmed her in some way. He couldn’t live with himself if he upset her or caused her pain. She clamped her legs around his waist, holding him there.
“It means you, Romance Hero Guy, you’re mine forever,” she said, biting at his lower lip, calling to his animal side as she did. “And that you didn’t kiss me on a dare.”
Laughter, deep and rich, sprang from him as he rolled with her, going to his back on the bed, Maggie astride him. “Och, no, lass. You were nae a dare. Far from it.”
Her long, red hair fell around him and he inhaled, loving the smell of her. She bent, kissing his upper chest, and she rode him. He ran a hand into the side of her hair, holding her head as she nibbled at his flesh. “Aye, wife, just like that.”
Maggie sank onto him fully, taking him deep, and his cock twitched and he nearly lost control. He slammed his hands onto the bed, worried claws might emerge. Maggie’s impish stare told him she found great amusement in his dilemma.
The minx.
She put her palms against his chest and sat up, driving him deeper into her. She moved on him and increased her pace, driving him over the edge. He hit his zenith as she hit hers. She raked her nails down his torso, coming around him as he expelled himself into her once more.
She collapsed over him and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. As he held her, he began to shake slightly as emotions overtook him. He’d found her and then had nearly lost her to Athol—his sworn enemy. He didn’t give a shit that she was the man’s daughter. His only concern was that she was safe from Athol.
And with him.
“I love you,” he whispered, the words foreign to him, yet escaping him all the same.
Maggie kissed his chest and said nothing in return. He didn’t take offense. He knew it was all very sudden. But that didn’t change how he felt about her. He held her tighter to him, never wanting to let her go.
“Yer fierce, Maggie,” he said softly, his love of her growing. “Yer beautiful and yer mine.”
Chapter 13
Maggie entered the kitchen of the coffee shop and laughed as she spotted Kennard there, in a pink apron, holding a wooden spoon out while Josefina sampled whatever he had in the large pot. The man loved to cook.
They spoke to each other, paying her no mind. She shook her head. Her husband spoke many languages and had hit it off with the cook nearly instantly. Maggie’s Spanish was slow but coming along, thanks to Kennard’s patience with her. She touched her slightly swollen stomach and smiled, enjoying the moment. They’d been a couple for several months and she’d never been happier. Her life was finally right. Finally what she’d always hoped it would be.
Kennard had bought the building her shop was in and the ones next to it as well. Making sure no one else was paying more than they should. He’d even had the apartment over the shop renovated though they wouldn’t be there much longer. Their new home was nearly done being built on the same land her trailer had once been on. Kennard and his cousins had blessed the land, cleansing it of the death that had occurred there and giving it a fresh start.
; And she was all about fresh starts.
She’d had to stop hunting demons the moment she’d learned she was expecting. Thankfully, the paranormal activity was dying down to its normal level now. Maria often tagged along with Kennard whenever he went out to look into anything that came up.
Her husband stopped what he was doing, his gaze snapping to her and to her hand on her stomach. He handed the spoon to Josefina and covered the distance of the kitchen in three long strides. He drew Maggie to him. “The wee one?”
She grinned and patted his hand. “Is fine. But I think I felt him moving.”
No sooner had the words left her mouth than the baby she carried began to kick and flutter. Today was the first day she’d felt the baby do such a thing, and being able to share the moment with her husband meant the world to her. Emotions washed over his face and she knew he was struggling to remain looking manly. “Aye,” he managed before bending before her and kissing her stomach.
He stood and kissed her gently as well. She ran her hands over his apron-covered chest and laughed. “I’m not sure pink is your color.”
“I’m guid with my manhood. I do nae care what color I wear.”
Liam entered, not bothering with pleasantries as he went right for Josefina, speaking to her with ease as well, clearly interested in what she was cooking. Maggie was happy to see him. He’d been gone months already and she hadn’t been aware he was visiting again. He glanced over his shoulder at Kennard and raised a brow. “Nice look you’ve got goin’ there, cousin.”
Kennard palmed her stomach. “The babe is kickin’.”
Liam grinned. “We O’Cahas tend to be a rowdy bunch.”
Laughing, Maggie leaned against her husband. “When did you and Cillian get back into town?”
“Just me,” said Liam. “Coyle called Cillian, askin’ him to come. But he dinnae say why. Only that he and Korey required him at once.”
Kennard stiffened. “Is all well?”
Liam shrugged. “Grandmother told me I was to come here and stay close to the two of you.” He then ran a hand through his long hair, unease settling over him. “And I’m to watch over the other one.”
Maggie’s hand remained on her stomach as the baby continued to move. “What other one? The baby?”
“’Tis a given on that one, Maggie,” said Liam, still appearing unsettled. “Grandmother demanded I keep an eye on Maria as well. Though, I do nae know why.”
Maggie had to cough to hide her laughter. Maria and Liam were like oil and water. Before he’d taken off shortly after Athol’s attack, Maria had tried to convince her aunts to curse him with impotence because he kept trying to come on to her. His time away probably had done little to cool Maria’s temper with him.
Kennard found the ordeal amusing as well. He laughed and bent, kissing Maggie’s temple. “I fear yer friend may kill my cousin.”
“Oh, I’m sure she will,” added Maggie with a snort.
Liam cupped himself. “I’m afraid she’ll follow through on her last threat and see me unable to get a hard—” He glanced at Josefina and blushed. “You know.”
Kennard snickered and hugged Maggie to him. “I should call and make sure all is well with Coyle and Korey.”
Liam stopped holding himself. “Somethin’ is amiss there, but we’re nae to interfere. Grandmother was clear. Our place is here for now.”
“I cannot wait to meet your grandma,” said Maggie.
Kennard paled. “Och, the last thing I need is the two of you teaming up. Yer handful enough, lass.”
She smiled. “I know.”
THE END
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