by Siobhan Muir
Isabelle threw her head back against the wall and wailed her pleasure as her hands dropped to the swell of his head under her skirts. There was something so erotic about having a man “hidden” by her skirts while he pleasured her. Just the thought made her womb clench and her pussy flood with cream.
Jon groaned again when his tongue found her wet slit, and he sipped her arousal as he withdrew his finger.
“Ah, Belle, you’re sweeter each time I taste you.”
He slid both hands up higher so his thumbs could tickle her nether lips while his tongue feasted on her nub. She bucked her hips on his face as he moved one hand to take over fondling her nub, and his tongue suddenly thrust into her hot, clenching pussy. She grunted with surprised pleasure and fisted her skirts over his head as he licked her with hard, wet strokes.
“Oh, Goddess, Jon. I need you to…to…”
Isabelle’s orgasm slammed into her without warning, shooting her out into a starry sky full of pleasure. She shrieked with her release and rose to her toes as she flew, completely losing herself to the bliss flooding her system. She reveled in it, and only her gasping breaths anchored her to her body.
Isabelle came down slowly, reality cutting into her ecstasy in jagged streaks. Her mind rudely reminded her she’d left all this behind. There was no place in her life for this kind of pleasure or this man. Crushing despair and sorrow broadsided her, and her heart clenched with the understanding he’d only wanted her for the satisfaction her body could give him. None of this meant more than a moment’s bliss. Lust had called him, and he’d found a willing lass to fulfill it. Pain pieced her chest, and she moaned as her soul shattered.
* * * *
Jonarrion felt the change in Isabelle immediately and pulled out of her skirts to look up at her. He read the heartrending pain and shame on her face as clearly as a book in the sunlight, and his fury rose in answer.
Oh, Hellwinds, nay! I won’t let you pull away from me so easily.
He growled and shot to his feet, making her gasp in surprise. Isabelle’s tears burned like acid in his chest, and he could almost hear her self-recriminations. Dammit, if anyone should blame themselves for their wanton display before the fire, it should be him. But he’d be damned before he’d let her believe he wanted nothing from her but her body.
The trick, boyo, is to do that while fighting your own lust. Aye, damn near impossible. Well, no one ever said he couldn’t rise to a challenge.
“Don’t hide from me, Isabelle.” Jon grabbed her arms and pulled her against his chest. “It’s not just your sweet body that calls to me, sa cherro. It’s the daughter of the Goddess Herself, the beautiful child of light within you who brings me to my knees.” He held her tenderly, cradling her against his harder body despite the arousal raging through him and his rock-hard cock.
“You don’t want me, Jon.” Isabelle tried to pull away from him. “You just want the pleasure my body can give you. Dear Goddess of all, I’m nothing to you but a warm, wet hole!” Her tears ripped at his heart, and he pushed her back in a desperate attempt to explain himself to her.
“That’s not true!” Jonarrion’s gut twisted at the sight of her misery. “I don’t think of you as a ‘warm, wet hole,’ Belle. I’ve had plenty of those over the centuries, and you’re not even close. Ah, sweet Goddess, I don’t have the words to tell you how you’re so much more than that to me.” He released her arms and placed his hands tenderly on either side of her head, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Look at me, Belle. Look into my eyes. See the truth in them. I only want you, as my wife, as my woman, as my Mate, for all time. There will never be another who fulfills all my needs as you do, sa cherro.”
“How do you ken that?” she asked miserably, her eyes pleading for understanding and explanation. “How can you ken that after only three days?”
Pushing aside the truth for a few more moments, Jonarrion stole a kiss. “Let me show you where my heart lies.”
“But—”
“Peace, Isabelle. Let me give you pleasure for the mere sake of pleasure. Not because you need me to save you. Not because it’s my duty. Let me give you pleasure because it’s my pleasure to do so.” He unwound his tartan and laid it on the floor beside the fire then pulled her to his side, sinking down on the warm wool.
“You have the most wondrous skin, Belle.” He nuzzled her next just below her ear, and some of the tension seeped out of her body. “Soft and smooth, finer than Romanian silk.” He skimmed his lips along her collarbone, inhaling the scents of their earlier coupling. He tried not to grimace at the forcefulness he’d used, and focused his attention on the sensual woman beneath his hands.
“Pretty words, Jon Swift. But not more than that. Every tavern wench has heard them.”
He chuckled. “Perhaps, but did they back up the words with action?” Jonarrion pulled at the ties of her bodice and stroked his tongue over the creamy swells of flesh revealed by her loose stays. Isabelle gasped, arching her back into his caresses. “I promise you, sa cherro, I’m not offering only words.”
“What does that mean?”
“What?” He raised his head to look in her bewitching eyes.
“That phrase you keep saying. Sa something. What does it mean?”
Surprise smacked into him. How long had been calling her the endearment? Long enough that she’d noticed, apparently. “It means ‘dear heart’ in my first language.”
“It’s lovely. I like it.” She smiled almost shyly and his heart swelled.
He opened her cincher and exhaled over her nipples hidden by the muslin chemise, tapping a little of his dragonfyre to heat her skin. Isabelle moaned when he latched onto one taut peak, suckling as he massaged the other with his palm. Each little movement of her body, the sensual moans and twitches, sent blood spilling to his groin, rejuvenating his cockstand.
“See what your skin and scent alone do to me, Isabelle.” He pulled back from her glorious breasts and grasped her hand, placing it over his straining cock. “’Tis you alone who makes my cock swell with need. No other woman can make me this hard this fast.”
Before she could deny his words, he dropped her hand to press his nose on the soft mound beneath her skirts. The scents of her woman’s musk tightened his balls against the base of his cock, need urging him to thrust into her once again.
“Dear Goddess, your sweet pussy calls to me. Perhaps I should give it a good tongue lashing to quell its rash behavior.”
Isabelle’s eyes dilated, and her cheeks flushed with his words, but she raised her chin in challenge as she looked down her nose at him. “Who’s being rash, Jon? ’Tisn’t I. Mayhap I should give you the tongue lashing.”
The image of Isabelle’s lush lips stretched around his girth slammed through him, and he rubbed his rigid shaft against the stone floor to stall his orgasm. Damn, the woman had him by the short hairs, and he didn’t mind a whit.
“I’d be happy to endure your tongue lashing, sa cherro, but I have different plans for you tonight.” He sat up and worked her skirt down her legs until only the chemise covered her sweet honey pot. Her scent hit him, overwhelming his senses until he floated in a lust-drenched haze, and he shoved her chemise away from her weeping pussy with desperate hands.
Sweet Goddess, her beauty increased each time he gazed upon her slick, rosy lips, and his cock flexed hungrily. He gritted his teeth before he lost all control and slammed into her creamy slit, reveling in her heat. Just a little longer and you can have her…
“Am I to your liking, Jon? Or are you making certain you really want me?”
The anger leaking into her voice made him offer her a rakish smile. “Oh, I want you.” He rolled to his feet and shoved down his braies, freeing his aching cockstand to bob imperatively at her. “Do you see my want, Isabelle? Do you feel my need?” He grabbed her hand and thrust his swollen shaft into her palm. “Only you can satisfy my cock. Only your sweet pussy can calm this need.”
Isabelle’s jewel gaze rose from the hot, hard flesh i
n her hand to his face, and the force of it hit him with a new surge of arousal. “Prove it, Jon Swift. Prove to me this isn’t just lust for an easy woman. You say this is love?” She tossed her head as her eyes flashed with her own arousal. “Prove it.”
A primal snarl ripped from his chest in the form of a gravelly laugh, and he yanked her to her feet. She squeaked in surprise, but her eyes lit with excitement. Sweet Goddess, she’s enjoying this taunting. Love bloomed brighter in his chest.
“Take. It. Off.” Jonarrion pulled on her chemise, trying to keep from tearing it, but his control slipped. “Now.”
Isabelle’s eyes widened, but she gathered the chemise in her hands and drew it over her head to reveal her peaches-and-cream body. The light of the fire burnished the hair on her head and glistened off the thatch of curls at the juncture of her thighs. Jonarrion’s mouth watered with the memory of her cream, but he wanted her pussy wrapped around his swollen cock.
“Come. Here.” Each word ripped from his throat with less and less coherence as his lust surged, and he pulled her against his chest. “My cock is going in your sweet pussy, and it will stay there until you’ve come around it.” He reinforced his statement by taking her lips in a demanding kiss proclaiming his possession. “You’re mine, Isabelle.”
She looked up at him, dazed, flushed, and wanton, but the stubborn tilt remained to her chin. “Prove it.”
The dragon in him roared with fury of her defiance, but he grinned and rumbled a determined laugh. “Oh, I will. Turn.”
When her back rested against his chest, he ground his cock into the cleft of her ass, reveling in the smooth perfection of the skin under his cock. Bloody hell, he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
“Kneel, legs spread.”
Jonarrion pushed her down until she crouched on her knees, her hands supporting her weight in front. He loved her heart-shaped ass glistening in the firelight as her weeping pussy flexed with her need. He positioned his cock at her slick entrance as he steadied her with a hand on her hip.
“Are you ready for me, Isabelle?”
She only moaned and wiggled her hips. Her response set his balls on fire, and he slid into her from behind. They both groaned, and the heat of her pussy clenched around him like a velvet vise. I never want to leave.
“You are mine, Isabelle, and I will want.” He dragged his cock out of her clenching heat. “Need.” He slowly pushed back in, gritting his teeth against the urge to thrust harder. “Desire no one else in this world or the next.” His cock flexed when it came to rest against her womb, and they both shuddered as the pleasure surged.
“Aah, God, Jon. Don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop what, sa cherro?” He pulled far enough out to leave the glans just inside the ring of clenching muscles in her vagina.
“Don’t stop pounding my pussy, Jon.”
“Ah, but I thought you wanted me to prove my love to you.” Where were these words coming from? He had no idea he’d such control. He pulled out entirely, and she wailed her anguish, a pleading glance thrown over her shoulder at him.
He chuckled and settled onto his ass, his back to the cave entrance. “Come to me, sweets.” He directed her backward as he slid his feet between her legs until she crouched over him. Holding his cock with one hand, he guided her dripping quim over his straining head with the other.
“Now, down.” He tugged on her until the hot, silky grasp of her pussy enveloped his shaft, and he surged up into her. Her legs lost all their strength, and her slick nether lips kissed his balls with searing heat.
“Oh, God, Jon!” She writhed on his shaft, spiking shots of pleasure through them both as her back brushed his chest. Her pussy clenched hard on him, and he thought he’d explode before he’d done what he promised.
“Your pussy is drenching my cock with your sweetness, Isabelle. Can you feel it?”
He flexed his cock, and she moaned as she threw her head back on his shoulder.
“Every caress begs me to fill you with my cum, to mark you as mine with my scent and my seed.” He flexed his hips, driving deeper into her quim, and she gasped, the bounce of her breasts distracting him for a moment. He grasped one silken mound and thumbed the nipple to hardness. “Your breasts fit my hands perfectly, and your impudent nipples beg for my attention.” He pinched her turgid peak gently as he licked her shoulder, the urge to bite and mark his Mate nearly overwhelming his control.
Isabelle arched on his cock, clenching harder, and thrusting her breast against his palm. He rumbled a growl of approval, but dropped his hands to her hips. His ability to hold back was rapidly coming to an end, and if he wanted to prove his love, rather than lust, he had to maintain control.
“Now, ride me, sweet Isabelle. Ride me hard and learn my love for you.”
Jonarrion lifted her hips, his cock sliding out with a wet hiss, and slammed her back down on his shaft. Isabelle wailed her pleasure, and it tore a roar from his chest. He couldn’t stop himself from jerking her off and plunging back into her slick heat, each thrust coming harder and faster than the last.
“Oh, yes, Jon. Please, more.”
Isabelle rode him, her glorious hair caressing her shoulders as her full breasts bounced against her chest. Jonarrion plunged in harder and harder, slamming her hips down to meet his thrusts until the pleasure built up the back of his spine. His balls tightened, and his orgasm threatened. Clenching his teeth, he reached down her belly and strummed her hard little clit.
“Come for me now, Belle.”
Isabelle screamed as her release crashed into her, her pussy squeezing his cock with slick, silken strength. His own orgasm shot through his balls and out his cock, spilling into her with hot jets of desire. He threw his head back and roared with his release, his canines elongating with the need to bite and claim his True Bonded Mate.
But a warning shrieked in the back of his head. You can’t mark her yet. Not yet! Outrage swelled into place, and he fought a battle between instinct and conscience while his hips kept up a faltering rhythm within Isabelle’s quim.
Why?
But he knew the answer. He hadn’t told her who or what he really was, and any bonding done before the explanation would destroy her trust in him. Jonarrion clamped his teeth together and pressed a hard kiss against Isabelle’s shoulder as she slowly returned to her body. She slumped against him, boneless in her satiation, and pride filled him. True, he hadn’t marked her, but he’d brought her complete pleasure. He could scent her satisfaction.
I love you, Belle.
Chapter Ten
Isabelle shivered as a draft of frigid air danced around the tiny cavern, and Jonarrion extended his hand over the meager flames, murmuring a request to the fire spirits. The little fire swelled joyously, its sweet crackle promising light and heat for as long as he required.
Jonarrion glanced up at Isabelle and felt the weight of her stare, her face a mask of incredulity.
“How did you do that?”
He sighed and closed his eyes. There’s no hope for it, boyo. He had to tell her what he was. He had to give her more than words to rest her heart on, or he’d lose her forever. He’d shown her with his body how he knew her to be his True Bonded Mate, but females, particularly humans, needed more than just physical loving to accept the truth of real love.
“Let me warm you up, and we shall talk.” He gently disengaged her from his softening cock and tried to ignore the pang of despair at her departure. He handed her the chemise and bit back his disappointment when she pulled it on. Might as well put on your braies, boyo. You need to focus tonight. He threw on his shirt as an afterthought and gathered Isabelle in his arms as she leaned against his chest.
“Better, love?”
“Aye, thank you.” Isabelle nodded her head then tipped it up to look at him. “Tell me how you strengthened the fire.”
He took a deep breath. “I could because I am a child of the Goddess, a child of light, like you.” Jonarrion offered her all the honesty he had in
him.
She frowned at him. “I don’t understand.”
Clearing his throat, he gazed at the fire as he gathered his thoughts. Perhaps I should be looking at her. Jonarrion mourned the loss of her body on his chest as he moved from behind her, but he knew he had to look her in the eyes for this. He tried to keep his expression light as he settled beside her.
“Are you familiar with the Mother Goddess, the deity the Druids worship?” Jonarrion reached for his knapsack where he’d stashed the pewter Fae Clan symbol in the lacy handkerchief.
“Aye, my mum taught me about Her,” Isabelle admitted slowly.
“Did she? What did she tell you?”
“She said the Mother Goddess is the force of all life, and Her magic lives in every woman, which is why women can build and bring forth new life.” Isabelle shrugged as if this was inconsequential.
“Aye, all that is true.” Jonarrion drew out the handkerchief, but kept it concealed next to his thigh. “Did she also tell you the Mother Goddess had special children chosen to defend and protect Her Earth from the evils that would corrupt it?”
“You mean the Fae?”
“Among others. The Fae are known as the children of light, although they have been known to perpetuate events not very light worthy.” Thoughts of the male who’d seduced and mated with Isabelle’s mother made him grimace. “Still, the Fae were created as healers of the Earth’s many living forms. They were meant to walk among the peoples of this world and nurture the sacred places, healing the damaged and protecting the magic of the holy Mother.”
Jonarrion extended his hand with the handkerchief and waited for her to take it. She opened her palm and pulled back with a gasp.
“My handkerchief.” Isabelle’s eyes widened, and she shot him an outraged look. “Where did you get that?”
“Peace, Isabelle, I didn’t steal it.” He soothed her with a mild look, trying to ignore how beautiful she looked with her righteous anger in the flickering light. “Marie MacClanahan gave it to me to return to you. She told me to tell you no thanks were needed, and they only wish your happiness in all things. Marie knew this wasn’t hers to keep. Do you know what it is?”
