by Azod, Shara
“Sweet merciful goddess, ye are…”
There were really no words for what she was. Thane paused, rocking back on his heels just to drink her in. Lovely could not begin to describe her. The goddesses could take one look at her natural form and howl in envy. She was lush and full, every inch the woman. The darkness of her skin against the pale sheets entranced him. Dark and mysterious, everything about her called to him as deadly as the sirens that led mortal men to their doom. He wanted, no needed to learn all her secrets. His fingers actually trembled as he reached out to touch her, her skin sending an electric current all through his body. Running his finger across the surface of her flesh, watching the contrast of their skin tones sent his rock hard cock to weeping.
She was built for the gods, yet she had been given to him. No selkie was ever as blessed as he. He would spin lifetimes playing here, this body would bear his progeny, this woman would share his lonely life. Funny, he had never realized he was so very lonely until now. He craved her heat in a way most selkies craved the water. For her, he would gladly give his pelt. Just for her.
“Lass, I do nae think I can go slow or be gentle,” his voice was a deep purr he barely recognized. His head spun at the magnitude of what was about to happen. Finally, he would take his mate. Three days in a span of thousands of years meant nothing in the grand scheme of things, yet to him, it had been a lifetime. Watching, waiting, wanting but not touching had taken a toll on him unlike anything he had ever been through.
“Don’t go slow,” her whispered words penetrated his brain like a bolt of lightning. “Take me, please, Thane. I burn.”
Chapter 5
Dallas was an inferno of need. Her body was awash in flame and Thane had done nothing more than run his finger across her body. She was so wet she could feel her juices flowing. Why did he just touch her? Wasn’t this what he had wanted all along?
Then his lips descended and all doubts were cast to the winds. He didn’t merely kiss her, he possessed her, his tongue seemed to stroke her flames higher as he tangled his with her own. She found he was breathing for her, as she could not seem to draw in enough air, and she couldn’t care less. His hands gripped her hair in a painful hold, forcing her head back for his plundering. His free hand savagely pinched and kneaded first one breast, then the other. His body was wedged between her splayed thighs, that oh, so massive cock rubbing sensuously against her dewy opening, but never entering. Her body arched and twisted, but to no avail. He was not going to take her until her was good and ready. Heavens knew she was more than ready. She wanted it all, and she wanted it now.
“Ah, lass, I told ye this would not go easy,” Thane growled down at her, breaking away from his soul stealing kiss. “But I will nae hurt ye. I must properly prepare ye, I am no wee male.”
“I don’t care,” Dallas protested. She didn’t. She just needed. “I need you. Please, fill me.”
She couldn’t recall ever feeling so empty before. Every nerve center in her body was alive and screaming. Her hips bucked in desperate pursuit of what she knew only he could provide. She tried to grab at him, but he was too quick. He pinned her arms to the mattress, nipped her neck as he did so.
“Easy, Dallas, lass. We have all the time in the world.”
Yeah, that was easy for him to say. Every touch sent shivers acing through her even as her flesh heated to the point of boiling. His hands were everywhere, softly exploring as if he had never touched a woman before-
No way. The man was far too sexy and far too lethal to be a virgin. Still, the way he touched and tenderly kissed her neck, her shoulders, her belly, it made her wonder.
“Are you a virgin?”
Dallas really hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that, but she was kind of glad she had. She really wanted to know. Not that she would stop if he was, but it would be nice to know if she was going to have to charge here.
Thane didn’t bother to stop his exploration to answer. A simple growl was all she got in reply, followed by a sharp slap, right against her exposed, tender sex.
She would have been upset, if only the burning sting didn’t feel quite so good. Not too hard, not too soft, but just enough to make her juices flow over time. It pushed all thoughts of Thane being a virgin quickly out of the way.
As if the little slap never happened, Thane resumed his aching slow perusal of her body with his hands, his mouth, his tongue; never touching her where she wanted him most but just outside the areas that screamed for attention. The side of her breasts rather than the nipples, her chin and neck rather than her mouth, the insides of her thighs rather than her weeping sex. He was driving her insane with the butterfly kisses and soft caresses.
She realized belatedly that was probably his intention all along. She was fast reaching the point where the man, or whatever, was in serious danger of being ravished by her. No matter how hard she tugged on those silky locks of hair, he just refused to be budged. He was driving her insane with need, and she had just about had enough when finally she felt the hot wet sweep of his tongue along the seam of her pussy. A groan of pure need passed through her lips as she grasped his hair in an effort to bring him closer.
Still, Thane took his sweet time, his tongue taking long leisurely swipes from her clit to her desperate opening. Dallas was considering punching him in the side of the head when he suddenly sucked her clit into his mouth, sending seismic shockwaves from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. Her orgasm was so unexpected, she couldn’t even scream, her breath leaving her body in a rush.
“That’s it, leannan. Come for me.”
As if she had a choice?
Her eyes opened in mere slits as she watched him watching her, his fingers delving deep inside her as she rode the waves of one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced in her life. And he had managed it with his mouth alone.
“I want more, leannan. Do it for me again.”
His thumb flicked at her engorged clit as he said the words, causing her to gyrate her hips, welcoming his oh, so talented fingers deeper. She as ensnared by eyes, unable to look away from the orbs that help her captive. His thumping on her clit was relentless, she couldn’t have stopped the second orgasm if she tried, and there was no way in hell she was going to try.
Thane was spell bound by the sight of his mate in the throes of ecstasy. Nothing he had ever witnessed was ever so beautiful, so pure. It didn’t matter his cock was so hard it hurt, he had to taste her again. Dipping his head between her splayed thighs, he drank in her essence, licking up every drop so that none was wasted.
“So sweet,” he murmured against the soft, wet fold of the pussy he wanted to spend forever getting to know.
In the back of his mind he knew time was running out. He needed to make her his mate in every way before entering the ocean with her to finalize their bond. But he could not stop himself from feasting on her sweet tangy essence. The more he tasted, the more he wanted. He feared his hunger would never be satiated.
“Please, Thane,” Dallas thrashed, her body arching off the bed in both an attempt to break away, yet bring him closer. “I can’t…I can’t…Oh!”
Her voice broke as he brought her to yet another orgasm. Perfect. She was perfect. Her responses only drove him to want to drive her mad with need -- need of him. Only him. He had a fierce, primitive need to drive any human man she might have ever been with out of her mind forever.
“Please,” Dallas sobbed, her hold on his hair attempting to yank him away from her now soaking sex. “I want you, I need you inside me.”
Thane’s cock jerked and wept at her words, as if it had heard and agreed wholeheartedly. Burying his face against the soft skin of her inner thigh, gasping for breath. One little sentence uttered in a sultry, panting breath and his control damn near slipped completely.
Rising to his knees, he pulled her on to her lap, only intending to hold her while he worked to suppress his most burning need. But as soon as he pulled her in place, Dallas wiggled her succulent ass
and pressed her hot pussy right up against him.
“Lass, ye have to move back,” his voice was more of a wheeze than anything else, barely audible with the huffing breaths permeating the room. “I will nae be able to hold back.”
Deep chocolate orbs clashed with those the color of the stormy ocean.
“I don’t need you to hold back,” Dallas told him in a remarkably steady voice. “I need you.”
She had scarcely spoken before she found herself being lifted and impaled in one fell swoop. She screamed in pleasure and pain as her nails dug into the hard tissue of his shoulders.
“Oh, aye lass,” Thane groaned against her hair. “So tight, so damned good!”
Despite his best efforts to keep her immobile, Dallas wrapped her legs around his waist, her feet digging into his buttocks and lifted her body only to slam down on his entire length. Once, twice, until Thane grasped her hips to take over the rhythm of their dance.
“Thane! I’m going to-oh, shit I’m cumming!”
Her walls clinched so tightly against him, Thane thought his did was being choked to death. And oh, what a way to go!
“Fuck!” he roared as he exploded inside his woman. His woman. No other female had ever felt so right, so flawless. Maybe she was right and she had died taking him with her, because this was surely paradise.
Chapter 6
Dallas awoke to the sounds of the waves lapping against the rocky shore. Seagulls called overhead, probably spotting a school of fish close enough to the surface for capture. The cool breeze blew softly, cooling her still heated skin. She smiled softly as she snuggled closer to her new lover’s chest. The world could go hang for just a while longer. Who knew crazy people were so…vigorous?
“Leannan, it is time, ye must wake up.”
She really didn’t want to, but she couldn’t very well bask in the afterglow forever. Cracking open her eyes just a sliver, she was shocked to see they were outside the tiny castles and Thane was walking into the surf.
Shit! She had forgotten he thought he was some kind of seal-man. Now the fool was taking them both to a watery grave after the consummation or whatever.
“Put me down!” she screeched, but clutched his shoulders in a death grip. “You may think you are some kind of seal, or whatever, but I am a human and I cannot live underwater!”
“Ye will nae have to live underwater, amaid! How many times do I have to tell ye…”
“Then where exactly do you think you are taking me?” Dallas demanded, eyes narrowed and nostrils flared. “I certainly don’t see any land in the direction you are walking. Perhaps you think we should go for a swim?”
“Hauld yer wheesht, woman!”
Thane figured the only way to get her to shut up was to show her. Her high pitched scream was abruptly cut off when he dove under the water, transforming only his legs as he did so. The quicker he got this ceremony over the better.
In spite of the fact she could breathe just fine under water now that had mated good and proper, she was holding her breath, her head buried in his chest.
Dallas , lass you can breath, Thane told her telepathically, exasperation heavy in the voice he projected.
No, I can’t! I am not some kind of sea creature, and neither are-Hey! You are talking in my head!”
Thane couldn’t help but laugh at her incredulity. She was breathing now, and that was the most important thing. Although her grip hadn’t lessened and her nails where embedded in his skin, she was looking up at him with such wonder, he had to kiss those softly parted lips. Once their mouths touched, Thane could not let go with just a little peck. He allowed his senses to guide them as his tongues invaded the cavern of her mouth, tasting all her sweetness, while keeping her mind off where they were.
All too soon, they arrived at their destination. Thane reluctantly broke away from the kiss and stared down at his woman.
That was nae so bad, was it, leannan?
Dallas couldn’t speak. Never mind she was actually in the arms of man who had apparently lost his leg and developed something that resembled a seal’s tail-so not sexy-but she was the also at the bottom of the ocean. Not to mention they were surrounded by half-human sorts of creatures.
We are nae human, amaid!
She didn’t need to see the frown on his handsome face to know she had said, or rather thought something wrong.
Geez, sorry. I am only human.
She had considered what she had thought kind of mild given the circumstances. How many women would stand, or be held, here all calmly surrounded by half-seal men, a couple of mermaids, and something that looked like some kind of sex goddess?
She is a Siren, and she is my mother, Thane provided.
Wow! No wonder he was all gorgeous and heavenly. And if the dude, or seal-man, next to her was his father, looked like her seal-man was going to stay fine for quite some time.
Thank you, leannan.
Yeah, so we are here why?
She would deal with the fact he hadn’t been lying and he was apparently sane much later. She just couldn’t assimilate that right now. One step at a time, and the first step was to come to grips with the fact that she was now the mate of a…What the hell had he called himself…selkie?
Oh, dear sweet merciful heavens! She was mated? Was that like married, or was it something much more permanent? Swinging her shocked gaze up at Thane once more she realized two things with stunning clarity. The first was that he could read her mind. And it seems that she could read his. There would be no keeping secrets from this one. The second thing was that mated might mean she would have to stay down here forever. How could she be mated to a, a…male that was going to live far longer than her own human body would allow. What would happen when she started to age and wither away? And what kind of children would they have? Would they even be able to have children? Would she have to go into the ocean to give birth to little seals?
You think too much, amaid.
What hell does that mean anyway? There were a million other questions she had for him, but damn it if he was going to call her something, damn it she wanted to know what it was. She had no idea why that was the most important thing to her right this second, but it was.
Foolish woman, Thane’s voice had taken on a decidedly husky quality. Kind of like he was…Did he just call her a fool?
Oh, really? I am a foolish woman? I am not the one who had no idea what indoor plumbing was until it was explained to me! I am not the Neanderthal who just plucks the first female he sees out of the ocean and declare she is my mate then take her down to the middle of the ocean in front of-OH!
Thane grinned like a bandit as he slid home into his woman. Damn, she was so sexy when she was all riled up. He was going to have to keep her all irked and vexed just so he could fuck her out of it. Her eyes blazed as if they were on fire, her chest heaved, her breasts rising like offering.
Oh, aye lass. Your pussy grips my cock just right.
Thane had wondered how he was going to get her to mate with him in front of his elder and the high council, now he realized all he had to do was throw her off a little. Blessed Fates, what he not accounted for was how his wee lasses affected him. Bracing his feet against the sandy bottom he thrust repeatedly into his the warm cocoon of his woman, driving all other thoughts but him and what he was doing to her from her mind.
All too soon he felt spasms convulsing around his cock, sucking his essence from him. All around them, the elders began chanting, binding Dallas’ life force with his own. A golden glow surrounded them as the writhed together, cresting the peak together.
Thane! I can’t stop!
Dallas’ stared at her mate in wide-eyed wonder. He held her gaze steadily even as he continued to stroke deep inside of her. Wave after wave of ultimate pleasure engulfed her body, each new orgasm building on the last. Surely the body was not equipped to handle this much pleasure. Sure was positive she was going to explode from the inside out. She could vaguely hear some kind of bizarre mantra in her head, sh
e knew the voices was from neither Thane nor her, and that somehow it was changing her, binding her tightly to the enigmatic man who held her, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care she was stark naked in front of heaven knows who, being pleasured within an inch of her life. All that mattered was Thane.
Thane…
The word was no more than a whispered prayer before everything went black.
Chapter 7
Thane frowned down at his woman. She had been asleep for twenty-four hours, he was beginning to worry. The elder’s had warned him that she needed time to recuperate from the bonding, that her system had formerly been fragile, therefore the transition would be harder on her than others. He didn’t like this at all. The thought that she might be impaired in some way … his heart beat hard against his ribcage. That could not happen. Dallas had fast become his everything. He needed to see her glaring at him, to hear her calling all sorts of names he couldn’t begin to understand.
“Leannan, it past time ye woke up,” he demanded in his most imperious tone. She hated when he used that “tone of voice” as she so often put it.
“What the hell does that mean anyway?” Her voice was hoarse and a tiny bit slurred but it was something.
“Originally, it meant leman, who was the lairds-”
His words were cut short by a well placed pillow to the face. Thane couldn’t contain his joy. She was back!
Raising one brow he looked down at where her head was buried beneath the other pillows gracing the huge bed he had created for her and brought with them to the mainland. It was where they had first come together, he was not about to leave it on the enchanted isle in the middle of nowhere.
“But now it simply means sweetheart.” That statement earned him a one eyes glare, causing his face to split in a giant grin. Aye, she was back. “Do ye nae think tis time to explore your new home?”
“If we are still on that damn island I think I might kill you,” Dallas grumbled, not all ready to leave the comfortable bed to see more rocks and water.
