by Billi Jean
“I can?” she breathed, digging her sharp nails into his scalp.
“Oh damn, do that,” he growled.
“Come. Is that…when the pleasure makes me tingle from the inside out?”
“Yes, yes, that’s coming, something you’re going to make me do if you don’t stop. Climax. Orgasm, come, go off, whatever you want to call it,” he breathed out another groan. Her nails sent ripples down his spine. “Don’t stop doing that.”
“I thought you said to stop.” She giggled when he arched his neck for her to reach another spot. His cock went harder than concrete when she obeyed. He felt like a dog getting his stomach scratched. But if he didn’t end this, he was going to blow this again.
“Stop, gods, stop.” He caught her and tossed her onto the bed, following so he was on top. He pressed her down with his body weight. She gasped again and the needy sound she made when he pushed his erection to her pussy was enough to make his shoulder blades shiver and a cold sweat break out on his body. “We gotta slow down, gotta slow—”
“No.” She gripped his hair, tugged his head down and kissed him. Like every other time she kissed with that hunger, he lost his mind. Only now it was a million times more potent. Now he knew how wet she would be, how hot she was for his body.
“Angel.” He grunted when she got his pants undone and his painful cock out faster than he could. “We need to slow down. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She tightened both her hands on his erection. “Oh, you’re so big, so ready.” He threw his head back as she rubbed up his cock then back down. Gods has anything ever felt like this? “You won’t hurt me. I promise.”
He caught her hands and tried for control, but no one had ever needed him this badly. He wanted to give her anything she wanted. Everything she needed. But he wanted to show her how good he could make her burn before she burst into her pleasure.
“Stephano,” she moaned, opening her thighs and sliding her legs up his ribs.
He shuddered, battling to think past the lust. The head of his cock brushed against her—his willing woman. She was ready. She wanted him. Now. He caught her face gently with his fingers. She was flushed, her eyes dazed with need, ready. “Are you certain?”
“Yes! Now, please, Stephano!”
If she’d doused him in gasoline and lit a match, he wouldn’t have gotten hotter for her. He shoved his hips down, seeking her with an urgency he couldn’t contain. Her gown was in the way, the fabric frustrating his efforts. Then, with a suddenness that brushed her sweet pussy to his aching cock again he found her. She shifted her legs wider, opening for him.
Gotta make this good. Slow. Go slow. He cupped her bare bottom and kissed her sweet lips as he aligned their bodies. Her flesh was soft, so smooth and lush, he had to take a moment to savor how good her ass felt in his hands. She tipped her pelvis, rocking her hips up so her slick entrance wet his cock. That was all he could take.
“Put your legs around me,” he instructed in a voice he barely recognized. “And hold on.”
Obediently, she slid her legs higher. He drove his hips forward, but she lifted, meeting him on the thrust so he entered her deeper than he’d planned. His hips smacked into her lush thighs. Fearful that he’d hurt her, he froze. His entire body trembled at the force of his need, but he held off, clenching her ripe bottom lightly so he wouldn’t bruise her. His erection hurt it was so full, but worse, now it was strangled by the heat of her tight pussy. He swore he could feel her heartbeat through their joined bodies.
“More, more, Stephano!” Her wild cry, so demanding and needy dissolved his fear and broke his control. Relief, then an animal need rose and swallowed him. His body took over. His back clenched and his ass flexed as he began to give her long, hard pumps of his hips. He had to let go of one lush cheek to anchor his hand on the mattress above her then shift his knees wider apart so he could maintain his pace. Otherwise, he was lost, the journey, the room, the worry he’d fucked up were gone and all that was left was Maeve thrusting up to each of his lunges, pushing him to the brink as quickly as he was taking her.
“Oh, yes, yes!” She sobbed and began chanting his name.
It was too much. He began to unravel, his balls drew up tight, his muscles clenched and he knew pleasure hovered, tantalizingly close. He bent his head and breathed in the scent of her lush breasts. One pink nipple drew him, and he latched on, sucking the hard berry against the roof of his mouth. She moaned in abandon, tossing her head and dug her nails in.
The telltale tremble along his shaft nearly made him come. He threw his head back and shouted as she fell into a hard climax. Sweat drenched him, making them both slippery, and added to the sensitivity of his skin. She slid along his body even though he held himself as still as possible for her as she clenched around him. But with each second, her muscles drew so tight on his cock. He had to move. Groaning in defeat he let go, taking her again in wild out-of-control lunges that forced them both up the bed.
Within two, three thrusts, Mae cried out his name in a voice saturated with pleasure. A cold sweat drenched his back and shoulders. She climaxed in rippling spasms down his shaft. His ass clenched, his balls drew up hard, shivering as he hung there, poised on the brink of climax. Then he exploded, jet after jet bathing her tight heat so he was fucking into his own sizzling release. The added pleasure of knowing she was taking all of him, everything he gave her, made him shudder and groan, louder and louder, when normally he was a quiet, distant lover. Not with Maeve. She sucked on his shoulder, crying out in abandon as she raked her nails down his back with unrestrained passion.
It felt like an eternity later, his body slackened. The hammering of his heart eased. But even then, the afterglow was so good he couldn’t move for long, long minutes. Finally, he lifted his head, but only to brush kisses over her sweaty brow, murmuring things to her he’d never said to another. “Mae, you’re so beautiful, my little angel, so beautiful, I’m never letting you go. You’re mine, Mae, mine.” Euphoria swirled around him, mixing with the scents of his woman and the taste of her passion on his tongue. He stroked every inch of her body he could reach, kissing and licking her with a tenderness he felt deep down.
Contentment, something he’d never felt before, settled over him. Maeve’s snug pussy fluttered around his cock in wonderful spasms. Each time, she grasped his shoulders and sucked on his flesh with a soft moan. It was so damn adorable he chuckled.
She moaned louder, cinching tighter on him. His body swelled and the need for her blossomed again.
“Once more?”
She arched her hips and slid her soft legs up around his hips. “I was hoping all night?”
At the question in her tone he nuzzled her neck, growling into the super silkiness of her body until she giggled and swatted him. Their gazes met and he ground his teeth at the beautiful flush coloring her cheeks. Her eyes were alive with something, something he hoped she felt. I’ve come inside her twice. If the gods have blessed me, we’ll have a babe. Then she’ll never want to leave me.
“Stephano?” She hugged his neck, kissing his lips. “What is it?”
“I wanted slow.”
She laughed, but broke off with a gasp as he thrust deeper in her tightness. How can she fit me so damn well? Like a fisted hand on my flesh?
“Oh, you feel good.” At her groan, he held himself still and pressed kisses to her heated cheeks. No one will ever hurt her again. They were sweaty, he was unclothed without knowing how, and her shift was shoved down and torn, exposing her luscious breasts. Amazed he rested his head down next to hers, feeling such contentment he couldn’t move. “Don’t stop.”
Stop? He wasn’t sure if he could start without embarrassing himself by coming too soon again. “You made me lose control,” he growled against her throat when she clenched down on him again.
She moaned throatily and arched her head for him to kiss her neck. “I want to again.”
“What?” He lifted his head, staring down into her lovely hazel eyes. “
Why, angel? I want to take my time and show you—”
“Because I want you, not what you think I want. I want you.” She spoke with such feeling he swallowed hard as emotions rushed him. “The way you are. Wild. Wanting me.”
Gods, no one in his life had ever wanted him, just him, Stephano. He pinched her chin gently and kissed her lips. He needed to devour her. Words filled his head then poured out before he could check them. “I want you, too, Mae. You. It’s always been you, not this.” He gave her a hard, deep drive of his hips and lightly bit her lip when she gasped in pleasure. “Believe me, I want you the way you are too. Because you have me, don’t you see? You have me.” He tried to explain but with a passionate moan and that lush, sexy smile on her lips, he wasn’t sure she was listening.
She squeezed down on him, nearly making his eyes cross. “I do have you, don’t I?” She slid her hand along his side and up to his chest, covering his heart. Their eyes met and in that moment, he understood. She did hear him. She believed him. More, she trusted him.
He couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting deeper. Her eyes widened. Passion swirled in the depths of them. She dug her nails into his shoulders with a gasp as he lunged forward again. They maintained eye contact, making each second deeper than anything he’d ever experienced. He’d never had such perfection. She was hot, tight and the knowledge that he’d spilled his seed inside her body, that he was fucking into his own release, did strange things to his breathing.
“I want you,” she cried. “Wild and out of control, not Stephano the seducer, but…you, only you for—”
“Only me for you, Mae.” He bent down, changing the angle of his hips. She gasped in pleasure, but didn’t drop her gaze from his. Lips a breath away from hers, he watched the passion flare higher in her amber eyes. “Only me,” he repeated. “For you.”
“Yes. Stephano.” She suddenly bit his lip, sucking it hard after, eyes on his as she began meeting his lunges with hectic thrusts of her hips. It felt so good he nearly went off. He concentrated, focusing on her. Go slow. Give her everything. He bucked upward but slowed her with a grip on her lush bottom. Her gaze grew unfocused then she moaned louder than ever and her head fell back.
The telltale flutters of her impending orgasm tickled along his throbbing erection, but he held off, gritting his teeth to keep his strokes even. He focused on her neck. It was exposed, the tender chords so tempting he licked along them then bit down lightly before he sucked the spot. Her pussy squeezed harder on him.
“Stephano! Please!” She met his eyes again and framed his face, like before. “Now. Please!”
He let go, stopped trying to control this, and took her the way they needed.
* * * *
Maeve brushed Stephano’s hair off his forehead. He was sleeping, face down, his powerful body relaxed. His buttocks were so rounded with muscle she trailed her hand down the dip between his shoulder blades and spine. He grunted, but didn’t wake, merely shifted closer, his hand tightening on her breast possessively.
She found it amazing that he was sleeping. After loving her most of the night, he’d finally rolled to the side and dropped off to sleep from one moment to the next. With her tucked under his arm and leg. It was warm and comfortable. He was heavy, but she felt protected.
But now the morning was upon them. I have to tell Brennan. He didn’t like Stephano. As soon as Brennan had followed her to her room last night, he’d asked questions about the time they’d been apart. Most of those questions had been around Stephano.
‘I don’t like him. Stay away from him, Maeve. He’ll only use you and leave you.’
‘No, he won’t,’ she’d argued, for once saying what she felt. ‘He’s more than he appears.’
Brennan had been horrified. He’d thrown his hands up, paced the room like an angry bear, and bemoaned everything about Stephano. When that got him nowhere, he’d confronted her. ‘You’ve already fallen for him! You can’t see him for what he is!’
‘I see him clearly, it’s you that can’t. He saved my life, Brennan!’
‘Listen to me.’ He’d grabbed her hands and held them tightly. ‘He’ll use you and leave with his men. You’ll never see him again.’
Hurt, she had jerked away. ‘He wouldn’t do such a thing to me!’
The memory of their argument made telling him today even harder, but she had to do it. Stephano deserved more than what her brother thought of him. He’s a good man. He wants me. He said he wanted me.
“Why are you awake?” Stephano bounced her breast in his hand and chuckled when she startled. “You should be sleeping.”
“It’s morning.”
He opened his eyes and peered at her. His lovely hair was free of the confines he always had on it. She brushed the silky strands out of his eyes, marveling that she could.
“And?”
“Well.” She stroked down the warm muscle of his shoulder, feeling her heart squeeze at how much she felt for him. How did I find him? Of all the people in his realm and mine, how is it that we found each other? “We do have to…join the others.”
“Ah, I see. And that’s all that has you worried?”
“What makes you think I’m worried?”
He rolled over and dragged her with him. His strength amazed her but his gentleness with her made her heart skip. “Well, you frown, right here.” He touched her forehead above her nose and settled her next to him. Head in his hand, he stared down at her with a slight smile. “And you seem to worry a great deal. About me?”
“No, not so much you.” She stroked up his warm chest hedging his real question. His heart beat pulsed against her palm. Immediately she felt better. Stephano was strong. His strength made her feel stronger. “Brennan.” She met his eyes at the one word and saw his grin grow.
“Your brother doesn’t like me much, eh? Thinks I will use you and leave you, I imagine. Warned you I was nothing more than a scoundrel.” He laughed when she didn’t deny it. “Ah, well, I’m hurt, truly, but…” He brushed his fingers from her collar bone down to her navel and back up. She shivered and his semi-hard penis stiffened. She liked that, how he grew so hard for her. She could see him grow thicker by the second when she copied his gesture. “Ah, ha, none of that, my boys are already getting fire power ready. But first.” He caught her hand and made her squeal when he leaned down and sucked on her throat like a Vampire. Releasing her just a little, he breathed her in for a second more, then kissed her, far too briefly. “We should think on what you’ll say.”
“To Brennan?” She blinked, unsure if she wanted to think on it at all.
A sound outside her door had Stephano tugging the blanket over her and standing, scanning the room for something. “Where’d you put my pants?” She couldn’t think of a thing to say. Stephano naked, fully beautifully naked, left her speechless. His body was scarred by his life, but every inch of him was hard and toned, especially the long, hard length of his erection. How did we fit? It hung down to his thighs, heavy and bold. The only softness of him hung behind the thick flesh, half hiding in dark curls.
She giggled at the thought. The next instant, someone banged on the door, and she nearly fell off the bed in surprise.
“Maeve, get up. We have to leave. The Silkies are under attack!”
“What the—? Maeve, get dressed!” Stephano dove for his clothing. “Fuck! I knew this was too sweet,” Stephano whispered loudly, not too loudly, she hoped. She fumbled with the bedding, but managed only to get to her feet by the time he’d found and pulled on his breeches. Suddenly he drew her up so hard she fell against his naked chest. “Stay with me. Do not leave my side.”
“I will.” She was suddenly struck by the intensity burning in his eyes—now protective—not passionate.
“Maeve? Maeve!” Brennan shouted.
“I’m coming. Yes, yes, I hear you,” she called, then rushed to say, “Wait. I’m dressing!” Brennan would never enter her room if he even thought her unclothed. Sure enough, he groused that he would meet her
at the courtyard.
Stephano smothered her with a tighter hug then released her with a fevered glance at her nakedness.
“Gods, I didn’t…we didn’t…you’re—” He caught her up in his arms again and for some reason, kissed her passionately while he stroked his hands everywhere he could reach. By the time he let her go she was breathless and wanted him as desperately as she had hours before.
“Stephano,” she panted. “What are you doing?”
“I have no idea. I can’t believe I didn’t take the time to kiss every inch of you.” Looking down at her body he shook his head. “I…damn woman…get dressed. But later…” He sighed heavily then finally met her eyes. “I want to take it slow.”
“I think slow is for later. For now, neither of us can wait.” She certainly didn’t want to wait. After…will there be an after? Who attacks Silkies?
“No worrying.” He kissed her once more before he bent and picked up her gown, then shoved it at her. “I like how you think. Now, get dressed because you naked is screwing with my ability to think.”
Minutes later, they raced down the corridor and out into the courtyard. The men were already there, with the addition of half a dozen more Silkies who seemed to be arguing. She knew they were Sentinels by their clothing. The Sentinels were the guardians. They guarded the gates into and out of this realm. They were the one reason she and Brennan always used the two gates outside of their protection. Stephano stayed by her side, even when Ajax cast him a scowl that made her shield herself with Stephano’s broad shoulder.
