Warrior's Moon

by Lucy Monroe

  “Exactly.” Caelis set about undressing Shona with efficient movements, as if the sight of her in the English garb was too much for him to bear one moment longer. “’Tis a lovely dress, but I’ll be happy to never see it again.”

  “I still have my MacLeod plaid.” She’d kept it all these years and brought it with her from England, though she would never have admitted so before tonight.

  He stopped, staring down at her, his expression arrested and lit with an inner joy she never wanted to see extinguished. “You knew.”

  “What?”

  “That you were still mine.” And he set about proving it by removing her clothes and touching her in ways only he had ever done.

  This time, though, she was determined to do the same. Moments later, they both stood naked in the center of the room, his hardness jutting into the air between them, her body showing its own obvious signs of arousal, too.

  Her nipples were pebble hard, tingling with the need for his touch and his mouth. She ached deep in her womb and moisture had gathered between her legs, the scent of her need obvious even to her human…or mostly human senses.

  He sniffed at the air, inhaling deeply and smiling with a feral light in his blue gaze. “You are ready for me and we have barely touched.”

  “I am not the only one.” She jutted her chin toward his weeping purple erection.

  He growled low. “No, you are not.”

  “That is a good thing.” To be together in their desire more amazing than he could ever know.

  “Tonight we consummate our marriage and our mating.”

  “Yes.” She reached up to kiss him, needing the intimate connection.

  He did not hesitate to give it to her, taking control of the joining of their lips with gentle but inexorable force. His tongue swept inside her mouth and an image of his sex invading her body in a similar fashion flashed through her head.

  She knew that image had not come from her. It was too intense, too aggressive…too male in its perspective. “Caelis?” she asked across their mental bond.

  “Hmmm…” he hummed against her mouth.

  She lost the thought she meant to pursue as his big hands cupped her backside and lifted her firmly against him. The feel of their naked flesh touching for the first time with the knowledge that they were legally bound sent chills of pleasure throughout her body, leaving goosebumps behind.

  “Mine,” she heard in her head. “Mo toilichte. Mo gra.”

  The sense of possessiveness emanating off of him wrapped around her and filled her with inexpressible delight, adding to her excitement. More images of lovemaking between them, her body wrapped in his, his nestled in hers, played like the most precious of dreams across her mental landscape.

  She did not know how he was giving her these mental pictures, nor did she care in that moment. Seeing what he wanted, what he dreamed about, made her realize this physical connection between them was every bit as important to him as it was to her. That it went beyond the physical to souls intertwining.

  She spread her legs, wrapping them around his hips, allowing Caelis to fit her body to his so his hardened sex rubbed against her most intimate flesh.

  She saw an image in her head of her body taking his inside while she leaned back, her breasts completely revealed to his gaze, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. She shifted to make it happen, both of them groaning in deep pleasure as they connected in the most intimate way possible for the first time in six years.

  The kiss broke; she knew not which of them made it happen, but she leaned back as she’d seen in her head, her breasts heaving as he made love to her standing.

  ’Twas the most incredible experience she could have imagined, his passion so honest and true, so tempered by emotion it could never be compared to the selfish, lustful groping she’d endured with the baron.

  “You are mine!” Caelis shouted, his tone intense, his body straining hard and his eyes glowing as they did when he was conriocht.

  He swelled inside her. Already large, he grew so that she could barely move on his sex, her swollen folds stretched taut around his conriocht cock.

  “You are shifting.”

  Sweat beaded his brow, his face contorted with his effort to control his form. “Nay.”

  “Parts of you, surely.” No matter how misted the memory, she would not have forgotten if he had been this large six years past.

  He did not answer, simply moving her on his huge arousal, causing her pleasure that bordered on pain. But no pain came and the pleasure only grew until it exploded through her and she screamed her completion even as he came inside her, his seed hot and strong as it pulsed against her cervix.

  “My mate, my wife,” he said in the guttural tones of the conriocht as his body increased in size and she felt another climax build on the astonishing pleasure of the last one. There was no breath for her climax when it came this time.

  Her body shuddered, convulsion after convulsion tightening her flesh as clawed hands held her with intense care. His face did not shift, he did not grow hair…it was Caelis, but with the body of a near giant and the sex to match it.

  “You will carry my child again,” he promised her. “And I will be there every day of your confinement.”

  She had no breath for words with which to reply, but she could say the only three that mattered across their mating bond. “I love you.”

  “And I you. One day you will believe it.”

  She might believe it now, but he gave her no opportunity to tell him as he began making love to her again, proving that a six-year wait was entirely too long for man or wolf to finally claim his mate.

  They continued to make love into the early hours of the morning, falling asleep under their mating fur as the sky began to lighten.

  * * *

  Shona and Caelis did not join the Balmoral clan until the nooning meal the next day, and still Shona found herself stifling a yawn as they approached the head table.

  Audrey smiled knowingly. “Good morning, sleepyheads.”

  Shona knew her young friend’s transition from innocent to married woman would take some getting used to, but she smiled anyway. “Thank you for rising with the children this morn.”

  Audrey waved off her thanks. “Eadan and Marjory enjoyed getting to know their new family. Gail and Feth made them feel very welcome.”

  Shona had barely met the laird and lady’s ten-year-old daughter and eight-year-old son the day before, though both had attended her wedding.

  She smiled at them now. “Thank you.”

  “They are very nice children,” Gail said with the maturity of budding womanhood.

  She had years yet of her own childhood, Providence willing, but the reflection of the woman she would become was there.

  Feth shrugged. “I like Eadan all right. He listens better than Brian and Drost.”

  “Don’t speak ill of your cousins,” Emily admonished.

  “I’m not.” Feth frowned. “The truth is not speaking bad of someone is it, Da?”

  Shona bit back a smile as she took her seat, glad she wasn’t the parent having to answer difficult questions right that moment. She was too sleep-deprived to be as politic as that sort of parenting required.

  “When are we going home?” Eadan asked. “We need to go soon. The bad man has to be stopped, Da.”

  “Home?” Shona asked, trying to make sense of the words her son had spoken.

  “Our keep.” Eadan turned to Lachlan. “Yours is very nice, laird, but we need to go home.”

  “The barony?” Shona asked, at a complete loss.

  No doubt more to do with lack of sleep than her son not making sense. He was a very practical little boy.

  “The barony is not our home, Mum. We are MacLeods.”

  “You, your sister and your dam will come to MacLeod land once I have confronted the laird and defeated him,” Caelis answered, proving he was more cognizant than Shona about Eadan’s meaning.

  “Nay, Da. We have to come
with you now. We should leave today.” Eadan spoke with great earnestness.

  And although she agreed their children needed to be kept safe, Shona also felt a nagging need to leave for MacLeod lands immediately.

  “You canna come with me, son. ’Tis not safe,” Caelis said firmly.

  Eadan’s features took on a stubborn cast Shona knew only too well.

  “The dragon will protect us.”

  “Dragon?” Shona asked faintly, quite certain there was yet more of the Chrechte world she did not know.

  “He is mate to the celi di, Mum.”

  “Eadan—” Caelis said warningly.

  “The celi di must come, too. The conriocht in my dream said so.”

  Caelis frowned at their son. “Eadan, have a care what you say.”

  “No one who is not to hear will understand our words,” Eadan said with such certainty that Shona felt a chill of affirmation climb up her spine.

  She looked around them and noted that none but the laird, his wife and their small group paid any heed to their conversation at all. Not even the laird’s second and his wife sitting at the same table.

  How could this be?

  “I’m doing it, I think,” Audrey said, looking frightened and awed at the same time. “I felt something strange and wonderful when I touched the Faolchú Chridhe, but I did not know what it meant.”

  “How?” Shona asked.

  “I’m not sure. There are stories about Chrechte gifts. Mother said they were myths, but now I’ve touched the sacred stone and I can feel it working in me.”

  “But how did you do it?” She still didn’t understand.

  “I was just sitting here wishing no one would hear Eadan’s slips of the tongue.”

  “Why?” Shona asked.

  Audrey shrugged, looking apologetic. “Mother ingrained in me the need for secrecy.”

  “So, no one but those privy to the discussion can hear it?” she asked, just to confirm.

  Audrey looked hesitant to answer, but Eadan said with all the authority a five-year-old boy who was certain of his facts could muster, “Right.”

  “That is impossible.”

  “So is reading minds,” Caelis said to her with a significant look.

  “You said that was the mate bond.”

  “What we experience goes beyond the mating bond.”

  Unwilling to consider the implications of his words right then, Shona turned to her son.

  “You saw a conriocht in your dreams?”

  “Yes, Mum. He is from long ago, but said he would help me when I needed him.”

  “There is an ancient celi di who guides me,” Ciara offered, the look she gave Eadan full of wonder. “I did not see her for the first time until last year.”

  “There is much to be done before I am of age,” Eadan said as if quoting another and sounding much older than his five years.

  “I…” Shona did not know if she wanted her son to be destined for such things, but then what choice had she?

  She was mother, not Creator.

  “You can all come to MacLeod lands once I have defeated Uven.” There was no give in Caelis’s tone.

  “No,” Eadan said with authority no child should have in his tone. “We must go with you.”

  “Why?”

  “The conriocht said so.” Now, at least, Eadan sounded like a child.

  “You will be safer here, among the Balmoral.”

  “Nay. You must keep Mum with you or you will lose her.”

  Caelis blanched. “You cannot know that.”

  “You must protect Mum.”

  “The Balmoral will not let any near her. Here on the island…” For the first time in memory, Caelis sounded uncertain. “You are all safer here.”

  “Percival knows bad people.” It was a child’s way of putting things, but there was such certainty in Eadan’s voice that Shona could not doubt his pronouncement.

  “Percival would not come this far north, surely,” Audrey opined with more hope than conviction.

  Suddenly Eadan shrugged, looking exactly like the small boy he was. “We must go to the MacLeod holding together. Mum will be safe in the sacred caves.”

  “Besides, Shona must be with Caelis when he confronts Uven, or more will die because they will doubt their fellow Chrechte’s claims.” Ciara sounded no less certain than Eadan.

  Shona felt the pressure of need pushing against her as well. “They are both right. I do not understand it, but I am sure the children and I must be with you to confront Uven.”

  “The Chrechte will be convinced by my conriocht that I am chosen as their leader.”

  “Nay,” the Balmoral argued. “Some will assume you should submit the conriocht power to Uven. You must show the pack that Uven has disregarded sacred law.”

  Caelis did not look convinced, but he turned to Eadan, giving him a penetrating look. “Son?”

  “Yes, da?”

  “You are certain of this?”

  “I think so.” Eadan’s confidence gave way to a child’s uncertainty. “I only know my dreams.”

  “Your dreams are a gift we will never dismiss,” Caelis promised.

  Shona nodded her agreement. “We will all go.”

  Then she looked at Ciara and her husband, realizing she had no right to speak for them.

  But the dragon—Really, a dragon? Her mind could not grasp it—agreed with a slight inclination of his head. “We will go and I will protect you and your family while your father fights to save the MacLeod clan from the wickedness of the Fearghall.”

  “Thank you,” Eadan said formally.

  Prince Eirik smiled and reached out to clasp Eadan’s forearm in the way of warriors. “You will be a fine protector for our people one day.”

  “Yes. All Chrechte must be one.” Once again, Eadan sounded more like a prophet than a child.

  Shona’s heart twinged, but there was naught she could do about the life he was destined to lead except support and love him whatever it required of him.

  “Men like Uven must be stopped. He has already done untold damage. Perhaps if I had gone before this, lives could have been saved.” Ciara sighed, guilt in her posture. “The celi di has been telling me I need to return to the sacred caves, but I have resisted going.”

  “You cannot blame yourself for the actions of evil men,” Shona assured Ciara.

  The other woman shot her a grateful glance.

  “Why have you hesitated to return?” her mate asked.

  “You have unhappy memories of that place.”

  The Éan prince pulled his mate close and kissed her softly before releasing her. “I have no regrets from that day.”

  “You hate casting fire to kill.”

  “It is less bloody than my sword.” The words were facetious, but Shona heard the weight that sat heavily on the dragon’s soul.

  A man might kill in battle, but to have the ability to rain destruction from the sky must be a terrible burden to bear.

  They smiled at each other and Shona could not help wondering at the story behind that look. But right now, she had more pressing matters to attend to.

  They were returning to the MacLeod holding and her children would be with her.

  * * *

  Shona survived her first sighting of a dragon, but was not at all sure she would live through riding one.

  She looked up, and up, and up at the great flying beast Ciara’s mate had shifted into under the moonlight. “Why must I and the children ride the dragon? Why can we not bring our mounts?”

  Caelis cupped his warm hand round her nape, his focus entirely on her. “This way is safer for you and the children.”

  “It is safer, to fly above the earth where no person was meant to go than to ride our horses?” she scoffed.

  He smiled indulgently and her heart caught. “The Éan take to the sky all the time.”

  “That is different.”

  “There is an urgency about this; we must move quickly. You yourself said you felt it.�
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  “I did. I do.” Though she did not begin to understand it. “But that does not mean I want to fly on a dragon’s back.”

  “It is quite safe, not to mention enjoyable,” Ciara chimed in. “My mate is a very adept mount.”

  Shona nearly choked on the laughter welling up at Ciara’s unintended innuendo. The celi di seemed to realize at that same moment how her words could be taken and laughter trilled from her, breaking some of the tension closing in around their group.

  She shook her finger at Shona. “You are a very naughty woman.”

  “I said nothing,” Shona defended, but it felt good to smile.

  The dragon snorted and Caelis shook his head, but his expression was warmed with something Shona could only name love. If she were going to name it.

  Not yet ready to do so, she remained silent.

  But the fact that the man had been willing to give up his destiny to keep her happy? That one telling gesture overcame doubts and certainties she’d thought ingrained for life on her heart.

  “Mum, come on. We have to go.” Eadan looked up at her with the typical impatience of a small boy.

  And she was grateful for it.

  “It’s all right for you. You want to ride the dragon,” she said with a mock frown.

  Part of her envied both children their sanguinity about this adventure. Marjory was already seated on the dragon’s back and ignoring her continued protests; Eadan was scrambling up now that he’d admonished his mother to hurry.

  There was nothing for it. She had to go up on the mythical beast’s back, to watch over her children, if nothing else. Once she was in place, she checked to make sure the children were securely harnessed to the leather saddlelike contraption on Eirik’s back.

  Ciara took bundles from her mother and tied them to loops apparently for that very purpose. “I love you,” she said to the Sinclair lady.

  Both laird and lady repeated the words and then waved them off.

  Shona looked down at Caelis as Eirik’s dragon’s body tensed in preparation of jumping into the air. “I love you, mate. Have a care on your journey.”

  “I love you,” Caelis said for the first time in six years. “Watch over our children and enjoy your adventure!”

  Eirik jumped into the air and Shona’s reply was lost on the wind, but even she was not sure exactly what her words had been.