by Maia Dylan
After that, there was a mass exodus as they all left for their own homes, and even Kingi and Maggie left the room, throwing a knowing smile at the two of them over their shoulder before only having eyes for each other as they made their way to their private quarters behind the kitchen. Rohan wasted no time in standing up, pulling his mate up, and throwing her over his shoulder.
Olwen squealed and clung to his waist from behind as he clamped an arm across the back of her thighs and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. In less time than it would have taken if he’d carried her romantically, but more than he would have liked, he closed the door to their room behind him and lowered his mate to her feet.
Olwen lifted a hand to sweep her beautiful blonde hair back from her face, and Rohan’s heart stilled at the stunning sight she made. Her entire face lit with a smile that made him even more her slave than he had been before. “You know, I could have walked up the stairs.”
Rohan was shaking his head before she had even stopped speaking. “That would have taken too long. Now, strip, my goddess.” He reached for the long sleeved T-shirt he had been given and drew it up and over his head. “I will take my time with you in the years to come and kiss every exquisite inch of you, as I bear you to my sight inch by beautiful inch, but again, I am out of patience and need to feel you pressed up against me, naked, hot, and needy.”
Not having to be told twice, Olwen stripped off as he did until the both stood there naked, bathed in the moonlight that streamed through the floor to ceiling windows, staring into each other’s eyes. Rohan reached out a hand and swept his finger down over her collarbone, delighting in her shiver that rippled across her skin and the way her beautiful blue eyes darkened.
Rohan swallowed in an attempt to draw moisture into his mouth so that he could talk. “Your skin is so damn soft. You stand there in front of me, looking so fucking beautiful it takes my breath away, and I want to take my time driving you to heights of pleasure you have never known.”
Rohan closed his eyes as he drew in a deep breath, taking the scent of her arousal into his lungs, the smell of it making his already-full cock swell with need and leak steadily in anticipation of being inside her. “And, the gods damned, the smell of your pussy, all hot, wet and slick for me, makes me want to simply pull you up into my arms, thrust as fast and as deep as I can within you and fuck you until neither of us can see straight.”
Olwen’s breathing became erratic, and he scented another sweet wave of her arousal as it perfumed the air. “Do I get a vote?” Olwen whispered in a voice heavy with need. “Because if I do, then I vote for option two. The ‘fucking now’ one. Please. Now.”
Rohan took the time to grin at the woman who fit him so damn well, before he lifted her into his arms and then encouraged her to wrap her legs around his hips. As soon as she was settled, he reached around her to grip his own dick and then pressed it to the hot heat of her pussy. She took over then, swiveling her hips in a tight circle, then sliding down to impale herself fully upon him.
They both groaned at the feel of him sliding balls-deep within her. Rohan held completely still as he waited for her to grow accustomed to him buried so deep within her. “Oh, my love, you most definitely get a vote, and it is extremely fortuitous that you chose the option I most favored. Now, place your hands on my shoulders, lean back and ride me, my queen.”
Olwen moved to comply with his wish, leaning back as far as she could, gyrating herself against him. He used his strength to help her move along his length and allowed her free reign to take whatever she needed from him.
“Queen?” Olwen asked in a breathy tone. “I am no longer your goddess, my captain?”
Olwen set a steady rhythm that had him hurtling toward ecstasy too fast for what he longed for. “Of course, you are still my goddess. Oh gods, that feels so good! I can fucking feel your beautiful, soft pussy quivering around me.” Rohan moaned, gritting his teeth, fighting to stay in control. “You are my goddess, my queen, my mate, my everything, Olwen.”
Then all use of words stopped as Olwen rode him, using her weight, gravity, and her body to drive him to the cusp of completion, but he held on, not wanting this to end too damn fast.
Olwen suddenly tensed against him. “I’m-I’m going to come, my love. I…agh! Rohan!”
He held himself completely still as Olwen threw her head back and screamed his name. She thrashed against him, taking her pleasure and he watched, unblinking, not wanting to miss one moment of her pleasure. Her face changed and became a mask of ultimate bliss that had him longing to join her, but he had a plan and he was determined to see it through. He held strong, his entire body tense as he rode the waves and ripples of her orgasm, denying his body what it so desperately wanted.
When Olwen collapsed against him, having taken everything she needed in that moment, he clasped her tightly to him, her head nestling against his neck. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes for just a moment when you come. Everything you are feeling, every emotion is displayed on your face and it is as if I am right there with you.”
Olwen moved back, gently sweeping her hair from her face again so she could look him in the eye. “I love the way you look at me.” Olwen pushed back in a move that pressed her hips hard into his, Rohan growled at the sensation and his hips jerked forward. “And you should have been right there with me. Why did you hold back? I could sense that you were close to your own release and yet you fought it?”
Ronan moved toward the bed, pressing gently against her legs, encouraging her to unlock them from around his waist. He lifted her gently, grimacing as his cock slid from the wet heat of her pussy, and helped her to stand beside the bed. He held her up until she could stand on her own.
“When we were in the Otherworld, and I was making love to you, I told you that one day I would take your ass and I would do everything in my power to ensure that you like it,” Rohan walked her backward to the bed. “And if my memory serves me right, you were more than a little intrigued by that thought. You certainly loved the feel of my touch there. I would very much like to make good on that promise, if you’d let me?”
Rohan waited, knowing that no matter what the answer was, he was going to make love to his mate and come inside her beautiful body as he once again claimed her as his. So either way, as far as he was concerned, this was the best damn night of his life.
Chapter 12
“Will I let you?” Olwen repeated, her heart melting at the look of love and joy on her lover’s face. “Rohan, I remember that moment very well. You’re right, I was more than intrigued by the idea. So, hell yeah, I will let you.”
One minute she was standing before her mate, watching the most wicked grin spread across his face, and then next it felt like she was flying through the air, wrapped in his arms before bouncing on the mattress of the bed.
Rohan growled as he pressed her body back against the mattress. “I swear to you, my mate, I will make it so that you love this, but if for any reason I hurt you or you are scared, then tell me and I will stop.”
Before Olwen could voice the assurance she had planned, Rohan slid down the mattress until he could take her breast in his mouth. With a moan, she arched up into him, lifting her hands into the silken strands of his hair. She felt his teeth pressing gently against her nipple and felt a gush of hot liquid pool between her legs. Rohan released her nipple and made his way down her torso.
“Mmm, I can smell the perfume of your arousal in the air, my goddess,” Rohan murmured before he pressed a soft kiss to her mound. Olwen’s body tensed slightly in reaction to the move. Her breathing became a pant and her legs shifted wider to make room for him. “And I simply cannot wait another moment to taste you.”
Olwen’s entire body arched up off the mattress when Rohan placed his mouth over her pussy and sucked, swirling his tongue through her swollen folds, seeking out every drop of her pleasure. She whimpered his name when he thrust his finger deep inside her, and moved to slide the tip of his tongue up
and over her clit.
“Fuck, you are so damn delicious.” Rohan spoke directly against her, the movements of his lips against her causing small explosions of pleasure to ripple through her. When Rohan turned so that he could cup her as his finger slid in and out of her, Olwen’s heart began to pound. She knew exactly what was coming next. The last time he had pleasured her in this way, her release had been unlike any other she had ever experienced.
She was just trying to calm herself to ready for the storm she knew was about to break loose within her, when Rohan dragged his finger over a hidden spot within her. “Rohan!” She screamed his name again as she hurtled into another orgasm, one that seemed to build again as Rohan maintained stimulation within her, sucking on her clit at the same time.
“Too much! Please!” she managed to gasp out, and Rohan released her clit, slipping back to slide his tongue along the opening to her pussy, removing his finger and offering her some reprieve from the pleasure.
“Fuck, goddess. That was so damn hot, I think that is going to be my most favorite daily activity.” Olwen could barely hear Rohan speaking to her over the sound of her own heart pounding and harsh breathing. “Can you push up onto all fours, my love?”
Olwen grinned at how tense his voice sounded. “I might need a little help—ack!” She giggled as she was lifted and turned in midair until she was resting on her hands and knees. “Why, thank you, my captain.” Her giggle still sounded breathless, but her heart rate had slowed to some semblance of normal.
Rohan moved in behind her and pressed a kiss on her shoulder blade. “Happy to help.” Olwen felt him sliding his hands over the globes of her ass, and she jolted when she felt him sweep the pad of his thumb against the sensitive flesh of her back entrance. She yelped at the feeling of something cold being rubbed into her.
“This will help ease my way, love,” Rohan’s voice was thick with need. “Yeah, I think you are going to love this. I’m just going to stretch you a little so I don’t hurt you.” Olwen felt Rohan gently pushing into her, the feeling as hot as it was new to her. Moment later, long before she wanted it to end, Rohan pulled his fingers free. “When I start to push into you, I want you to push back against me.”
Olwen nodded her understanding and as soon as she felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against her. Breathing deep, she pushed out against him as he gently pushed into her ass. She struggled to remain relaxed and felt herself tensing slightly.
“No, my love, relax,” Rohan said from behind her, his voice tense and sounding like he was speaking through his clenched jaw. “Simply let go and let me do all the work.” Olwen concentrated on the sound of his voice and relaxed completely. “That’s it, my love…oh god, it feels so good…just a little more.” Olwen felt him pressing into the back of her thighs. “That’s it, you have me, my love. Are you okay?” Rohan’s voice had a tremor to it.
“Yes, I–I’m okay.” Olwen shivered as Rohan’s cock seemed to pulse within her. “But I need you…I need…” Olwen’s voice dropped away as she concentrated on the feeling of him buried so deep within her ass.
“What, my goddess? What is it that you need? Simply tell me and I will give it to you.”
“Take me, Rohan, please!” Olwen wailed. Rohan growled then began to move within her. Her entire focus narrowed to the point where Rohan moved in and out of her, explosions of sensation sparking waves of pleasure with her. After a few tentative moments, Rohan was convinced that he wasn’t going to hurt her, and began to move with more force.
“Oh, gods! Rohan!” She keened as the orgasm within her began to build. She could hear Rohan growling, completely beyond the ability to talk. Then, just as the wave of her release hit her, Rohan bit directly over the claiming bite he’d given her on the Otherworld. She screamed again, her voice breaking as the orgasm rushed through her, throwing her into orbit once more.
When she could finally concentrate again and her mind had cleared enough to actually form thought, she opened her eyes and smiled. Rohan was leaning down over her, a look of pure male smug satisfaction on his face.
“Hey,” she whispered, or rather she croaked. She had screamed his name so many times this night it was surprising she could make any noise at all.
“Hey back,” Rohan murmured. His voice had a lot more gravel to it, too. “I’ve filled the bath in the other room, and let me tell you, that was so much easier than I remember.” Olwen giggled as she thought about how far they had come, or, hell, how long they had lived. “Once you’re ready, I’m going to carry you through there.”
Olwen leaned up and pressed a kiss to his soft lips. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For loving me.”
Rohan’s face softened and he looked so much younger. “Hell, goddess, you don’t have to thank me for that. Besides, it should be me that’s thanking you. You walked through hell for me, my love. Literally.”
“I will always come for you, my mate.” Olwen grinned up at him. “And I know that you will always come for me, too.”
Rohan’s expression turned serious. “Yes, I will. Always. It is my job, and my right in this world to protect you with everything within me.”
Olwen wrapped her arms around her mate as he lifted her up against her chest and carried her to the bathroom. “So, I guess that means I’m still your goddess, huh?”
Rohan smiled as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “And I am the still the Captain of your Guard.” He stepped into the bath and gently lowered them both beneath the water. Olwen sighed as the hot water washed up and over her body. “Do you think your father would have approved?”
Olwen thought about that for a moment and remembered all the times her father had talked to her about Rohan. She had always believed that perhaps her father had thought of Rohan as the son he never had. “I think he would have. He thought a lot of you, and he knew that I was more than just a little taken with you.”
Rohan laughed. “Funny thing is, he knew my intentions toward you from almost the beginning. I asked him for his permission to court you, and after a moment’s hesitation, he gave it. I think he would be happy, too.”
Olwen sighed and snuggled back against Rohan’s chest. She was in danger of actually falling asleep when Rohan spoke from behind her. “Olwen, would you hand-fast with me?”
“Yes. I will be your wife,” Olwen answered immediately.
“And the Captain finally claims his Goddess,” Rohan whispered as his hands slid down the side of her body, stoking a fire within her that had not entirely burned out. She turned in the water to face him, embraced the flames within her, and lost herself in the arms of her lover.
* * * *
Olwen stood at the beginning of the path that wound its way up to the plateau where the Pagan Stone sat. It was ironic that it would be here, the scene of so much violence and danger, that she would tie herself to her mate in a ceremony as old as time, but at the same time, it made sense for it to be here. Casey and Micah had claimed the portal and the stone in her name over a year ago, and it would be in the name of all things good and positive in the world that they would all complete their union here.
“Is it weird that I don’t feel at all nervous?” Fiona asked, a serene smile on her beautiful face, and Olwen smiled back.
“Hell-to-the-no with a cherry on top!” Casey answered with her usual enthusiasm. “What’s there to feel nervous about? Our mates all wait for us at the top of this path, our family all there to witness our unions, and we will be married to the men that complete us. So nope, no nerves here.”
The morning after they emerged from the Otherworld, Olwen and Rohan told Maggie and Kingi that they were to be bound together through the ancient ceremony of a hand-fasting. Maggie had squealed and called the rest of their group to the house to celebrate. It was after the first couple of bottles of bubbly wine that Olwen had suggested they share the date and join together with their mates on the same day.
For Olwen, it had made perfect sense. The connection
between them all was as strong as any familial link that existed. It was a sentiment that was obviously shared by all of them as they readily agreed to her plan. Now, here they stood, on the first day of spring, about to bind themselves to their mates in front of the gods and all their family, and Olwen agreed, she wasn’t nervous about today at all.
Ariana reached out a hand to her little sister, and Casey grasped it tight. “I’m more impatient than nervous. I’ve been claimed by my mate and long to be his wife more than anything in this world, and knowing that my sister in blood and my sisters in truth stand beside me make this all the more special.”
“Even though Liam and I are officially already married,” Neve added as she wrapped her arm around Ariana’s waist, “I really want to change the memory of my wedding day. My current visual memory is of the people I love most in this world dead, dying and in pain. Yeah, totally not something I want as a reminder of the happiest day of my life, you know what I mean?”
Olwen looked around at the group as they laughed and thought how beautiful each and every one of them was. Each of them wore a long-sleeved, pagan-style wedding dress that seemed to suit the ceremony they had planned. “I have no words to thank you all for what you have done for me. I–I would never have thought that this would be possible.” Olwen paused to stop the tears that filled her eyes from falling. “Not only that I would finally get to bind myself to my Rohan, but that I would have friends.”
Ariana walked to her and wrapped her arm around Olwen’s shoulders. “We’re more than just friends, goddess, we’re family. Now, I for one am looking forward to our wedding reception, so why don’t we get out asses up that path and get to hand-fasting with our men?”
The women shared a hug, then turned to walk up the path to the Pagan Stone. With every step she took, Olwen felt the pain and the sorrow of the centuries before simply fade away. By the time they crested the rise that led to the Pagan Stone, Olwen had never felt lighter. When she turned toward the altar, her heart swelled at the sight of her guard. Rohan stood tall, his eyes locked on her, and everything with her seemed to reach out toward him.
