For You, I Will

by Georgia Lyn Hunter

  He ran his tongue around her areola again and his warm mouth finally closed on her neglected nub. He licked and sucked, working her nipple with his teeth and tongue.

  Darci shuddered and grew wetter, feeling every pull directly between her thighs. He let go of her breast and slipped his hand between her legs, running a finger down her panty-covered cleft, and she squirmed in his arms, needing more. She tugged at his head. “Blaéz, please—”

  “I’m not rushing this,” he rumbled against her nipple. “I’m going to explore and rediscover every inch of you again.”

  “We have two weeks, you can do whatever you want. Right now, I need you—ohhhh,” a cry strangled her as he bit her sensitive nub, before licking it.

  Arousal burned deeper, tightening every inch of her skin. He shifted her in his hold, and the hard bulge in his pants rubbed against her silk-covered core. Oh, God.

  He pulled her upright. Her chest heaved as if she’d run a mile. Before she steadied herself, his mouth came down on hers in a deep, sensual kiss. It sent her mind reeling into a place where only he existed.

  Blaéz swept her into his arms and made his way down the corridor to the bedroom at the end. Finally breaking their intense kiss, he laid her on the bed.

  Her breath escaping in rough puffs, Darci glanced around the cozy room with the undraped, scenic windows. A fire crackled in the small hearth, warming the place.

  He clasped her foot, pulled off her heels, and dropped them down. “These,” he murmured, leisurely peeling off her stockings, “are hot as hell, but I want to feel your bare skin when I make love to you.”

  Grasping her hips, he drew her to the edge of the mattress and lowered to his heels. She pushed up to her elbows as he ran his palms up her thighs. His lips followed in a heat-tingling trail, and her legs slid over his shoulders.

  Her focus shifted to the darkened window. Images of them on the bed were reflected on the glass pane—Blaéz fully clothed and kissing her inner thighs while she lay splayed out, wearing nothing but her garters and panties. Her heart leaped anxiously. “Blaéz—”

  Soft laughter whispered along her skin. Her gaze rushed from the window to him.

  “We’re isolated. No one’s going to see us.” He ran his tongue along her damp, silk-covered center and over her clit. She jerked, her fears fading, the muted touch searing all her nerve endings. “This property is over three hundred acres, and it belongs to the Guardians.” He slid her underwear to one side and put his mouth on her aching core. She nearly came off the bed as his warm tongue parted her folds and licked around her clit. Breathing hard, she shut her eyes, desire raging like an inferno.

  “You taste incredible,” he murmured, blowing lightly against her heated flesh. Her eyes snapped open at the odd, cool contrast, and his mouth came back on her. He drove his tongue into her opening, and she grabbed his hair, pulling him closer.

  “Blaéz, please…” she moaned. He withdrew. A loud rip echoed, and her underwear disappeared. He pushed one callused finger into her, then another. Her breath caught. As he licked her achy nub, he crooked his fingers, finding her other pleasure-laced spot, and he stroked it. Desire burned higher.

  “Ohhh…” she panted, writhing beneath his mouth, arousal tightening her body. With a low growl, he suckled her swollen flesh, working her clitoris with his tongue like a finely tuned instrument, and he the maestro—stealing her mind, her thoughts—drawing her pleasure to the pinnacle with soft licks and firm sucks, keeping her on the edge. A sudden sharp nip—

  “Blaaaaaaéz!” she cried out, her body bowing off the bed as her orgasm broke free, a flood of unadulterated pleasure crashing through her in a huge wave. He held her down, gave her barely a second to recover, and then he suckled her again.

  “No-no—” She pushed his head and struggled to get away, her clit too sensitive. But his hands tightened on her hips. The fiend kept her where he wanted her, working her with his mouth and tongue, and his fingers once more. He made her ride it out through another orgasm, leaving her a boneless mess.

  Her heart drumming in her ears, Darci lay there spent, struggling to get air into her lungs. She glanced down her body and found Blaéz watching her, still lying between her thighs. She wrinkled her nose at him. “You’re such a sadist.”

  Despite his taut expression and the dark hunger reflected in his deep blue eyes, a faint smile kicked up one corner of his mouth. Rolling her eyes, she sat up, forcing him to straighten, and reached for his waist. “Your turn.”

  “No.” He shook his head, his jaw set in rigid lines. “Later.”

  He yanked open his shirt, the few buttons snapping off and pinging on the floor before he pulled it off and flung it aside. His hands lowered to his belt. As he unbuckled it and unzipped his pants, the mesmerizing play of his hard abs slipping and sliding beneath his lightly tan skin, made her want to lick every defined ridge.

  His pants disappeared. His erection sprang free.

  The air squished out of her lungs. Tall and impossibly gorgeous, he stood before her. Her heart clipped hard. Even though she’d seen him naked just yesterday morning, she’d been too traumatized by everything that had occurred to enjoy him.

  He tapped her ankle.

  She blinked. It took a moment for her hazy thoughts to connect, realizing what he wanted. Inhaling deeply, she widened her legs.

  His heated gaze skimmed down her body. He reached out and slid his thumb over her clit, and she jerked. His dark and intense stare locked on hers as he crawled between her legs. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

  Darci shook her head in awe. He was the most beautiful person ever. Desperately needing to touch him, she grasped his heavy sex and he stilled. Her fingers didn’t even close around his impressive size as she stroked his rigid length. A guttural groan escaped him. She glided her thumb over the crest and the pre-cum beading there.

  “No,” he ground out, moving her hand away. “I want you too damn much. This is more than I can endure.”

  He lowered his body over hers, forcing her back on the mattress, every naked inch of him igniting a fire of need deep inside her again. He moved and his cock slid between her wet folds. Her breath caught, her body aching with an absence only he could fill. His jaw clenched and the muscles on his neck strained as he grasped his erection and pressed the head into her. She lifted her hips to him. In one hard thrust, he pushed through her tight entrance, plunging into her.

  Darci gasped. The incredible sensation of him stretching and filling her, of finally feeling him inside her, flooded her mind. He felt sooo good!

  Blaéz braced on his forearms. “You okay?” he rasped, his ink-dark eyes searching hers.

  It took several moments to get her breath back. A smile curved her lips. “Never better.”

  Thank fuck! Blaéz grunted. His mate’s body gripped his cock so damned tight. And felt so right. After nearly two weeks of self-restraint, he had to clamp down on his teeth and give her a moment to adjust to him.

  “You feel so fucking good. Never again, no bloody abstinence. Ever.”

  “Abso-darn-lutely,” was her husky retort.

  Blaéz choked back a laugh. Hell, she never failed to make him smile.

  Then his amusement faded. Need took over. He withdrew and surged back into her.

  “Ohhh…” Her eyes glazed over. And at each hard thrust, her cries grew, pleasure adding a flush to her gorgeous, creamy, caramel-toned features.

  “I love the sounds you make every time I sink into you,” he groaned. “Every…time.” He brushed his lips on hers.

  “Blaéz…” she panted, her voice dripping with need.

  “I have you, sweetheart...” As he drove back into her, he swiped his thumb over her swollen clit. She whimpered, her nails biting into his biceps as her inner muscles quickened around him.

  The pressure in his groin grew, pushing him to the edge. He pulled out and drove back into her. His balls tightened. A surge of his power shot through him and his cock swelled. Blaéz stilled.
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br />   Her eyes widened. Yes, she liked that. Good. He withdrew and slammed back in her.

  “Oh, God. Yesss…” She moved with him in tandem.

  The sounds of wet flesh slapping filled the room. Her moans grew. He rubbed her nub of pleasure with his fingers, then grasped the wet, engorged flesh and tugged. Hard.

  She cried out, her hips nearly bucking him off her as her orgasm hit. Her sheath clamping around his cock like the sweetest fucking vise, her wildly spasming muscles sucking him deeper. A strangled groan escaped him.

  He followed hard, his release barreling along his spine—fuuuck! Blaéz grunted, a blinding rush of pleasure slamming into him head-on. He released himself deep inside her.

  Inhaling harshly, he buried his face in her nape. Her arms tightened around him, her hands stroking his scarred back. A wisp of a kiss brushed his ear. “I love you.”

  Emotions choked him. His heart stuttered in tenderness, in absolute awe for this fragile human who was his mate. He lifted his head to meet her luminous gaze. “And I you, a leannan. Always. Nothing will ever change that.”

  Epilogue

  Darci woke up to a delicious warmth enveloping her, but instinctively knew she was alone. Blaéz never slept for more than a few hours, not even on their honeymoon, it seemed. Eyes closed, she remained buried under the duvet for a few more minutes, listening to the sounds of the whining winds.

  However, the tempting aroma of coffee drifting to her made her tummy rumble with hunger. She pushed away the covers, rolled off the bed and stood, wincing a little as her limbs protested, but considering the many ways Blaéz had loved her, well, she wasn’t surprised.

  A quick shower later, and deciding not to change since she didn’t see the point with her insatiable mate, she pulled on panties and a thick terry robe. She shoved her feet into a furry pair of slippers and made her way to the kitchen, tying the belt on her dressing gown.

  Blaéz stood by the breakfast counter wearing only sweats and pouring coffee, his attention on some ball game being played on the flatscreen in the lounge. Nope, her mate wasn’t very good in the cooking department, but he made coffee.

  He frowned when he saw her. “I was going to bring this to you.”

  She smiled and leaned against the counter, the wood stove at the back wall warming the kitchen. “Thank you. I was up anyway and wanted to see this place during the day.”

  He set the mug near her hand, pushed a basket of muffins towards her, then leaned across the counter and kissed her long, slow, and deep.

  “Eat. Get your strength back. You’ll need it...” His heated gaze trailed over her face, and warmth rushed to her cheeks. Getting the reaction he obviously wanted from her, he straightened. “You have a few minutes, enjoy looking around. I’m going to get more wood, I thought that thing was stacked.” He nodded to the fireplace. “Be back in a bit.”

  He grabbed his t-shirt from the counter and pulled it on before disappearing out through the kitchen door.

  Darci selected a poppyseed muffin and took a bite. As she ate the cake, she glanced out the window at the white landscape as more snow fell. The faint whining winds continued.

  Hoping Blaéz wouldn’t take too long, she picked up her mug and wandered to the couch opposite the stone hearth. The fire crackled and sputtered, taking away the quietness. Several magazines were on the coffee table—all the latest issues—along with a note on top.

  When you need a break from the sexy times.

  She snorted in laughter. The girls had all signed their names. They’d probably sent the magazines with Hedori because the fridge had been well stocked, too.

  A sharp knock resounded. The only people she knew who’d come up here would be Michael or Hedori because Blaéz had threatened the others with loss of limb if they interrupted.

  Shaking her head wryly, she set her mug down and went to answer.

  She opened the door. Her smile froze, shock spilling through her. It had nothing to do with the freezing weather.

  The Morrigan, wearing in a navy, hooded cloak, stood there in all her terrifying glory.

  Before Darci could open her mouth or telepath Blaéz, she said, “Don’t call him.”

  Instinctively, she understood that the goddess wouldn’t harm her. Still, she eyed her suspiciously. “What do you want?”

  “We need to talk.” The Morrigan swept inside like the great queen she was, stopping near the small bar. She pushed back the hood of her flowing cloak, revealing her long, ebony mane. Her piercing gaze held Darci’s. “He lives for you alone. But you are a liability. It is time to change that.”

  Her stomach churned in apprehension. “What do you mean?He’ll be here any minute.”

  The threat rolled off The Morrigan as she glided closer. “Indeed. But I fear those logs are a tad difficult to hack in this weather. It gives us some time.”

  In pure survival reflex, Darci stepped back, her knees hitting the couch. Memories flooded her of her first encounter with The Morrigan when she’d revealed the painful truth; that Darci was nothing more than a receptacle who housed her son’s soul. And after, she’d left a transference disc behind, one that held Darci’s death sentence. No… Please, please don’t let this be a repeat of that time.

  “I know he wedded you in the human way.” A fleeting darkness glimmered in her eyes, before it disappeared. “And I cannot make up or give back all that my son has lost in his life…” She hesitated. Darci had never seen The Morrigan this uncertain. “He will never forgive me for what I’ve done, but this, I can do for him. It’s my gift to you both.”

  Huh? Warily, Darci watched her. “I’m not sure I understand.”

  “You will soon.” In a flash, she moved, slipping a hand inside Darci’s robe, her palm pressed flat on her chest.

  “Wh-what are you doing?” Darci grabbed the goddess’ wrist, her heart careening like a ping-pong ball, seconds from crashing through her ribs.

  “This will hurt.” Those cobalt blue eyes so like Blaéz’s held hers. “Don’t cry out. He will come, and it won’t end well. This is my…”

  Darci barely heard her as a burn spread through her chest, stealing her breath. No! She clawed at the goddess’s hold, trying to break free. But The Morrigan easily held her hands away, the heat morphing to blistering flames and incinerating her insides. Unable to withstand the sheer agony, Darci screamed—the sound a thin, piercing wail of impossible anguish.

  In the distance, a door crashed open. A terrifying roar reverberated through the room. “Get the fuck away from her!”

  “This has to be done…” were the last words Darci heard as darkness hauled her into a churning miasma of fiery colors before tossing her into a void of nothingness.

  His heart shuddering in terror, Blaéz flung The Morrigan aside with his mind and grabbed Darci as she collapsed. Her chest rose and fell in jerky movements, her features contorted in agony. The terry robe slipped off one shoulder, revealing a red imprint on the curve of her breast, the mark glowing as if it were on fire.

  Dread slicing through him, he laid her on the couch and placed his palm over the burn, letting his healing powers flow into her. The transcendent, restorative energy spread over her wound…and fizzled out.

  No—fuck no! The fury roiling through him crashed in his head. He moved in a blur, mind-slamming The Morrigan back against the wooden wall.

  “What the hell have you done?” he snarled, stopping a hair’s breadth from her. “When will this shit ever end? Finnén hunting us like godsdamn criminals! Now you’re here! Don’t you get it? She’s my mate, my life—the only person I love and want. And you’re after her again. Just leave us the fuck alone—”

  The Morrigan’s eyes darkened, her features paler than usual. “I failed you so many times, I only wanted to help.”

  Breathing hard, he stepped back. “I don’t want your help—”

  The front door flew open like a storm had blasted inside. A huge male entered.

  “The human world, brrr, still so cold,” the s
tranger grumbled, dusting the snow off his fair hair and long, brown leather coat. With a wave of his hand, he shut the door. The next instant, the snow feathering his hair and clothes disappeared.

  He strolled across to them, sharp gray eyes arrowing in on Blaéz. The Morrigan’s mouth tightened, but the male didn’t pay her any notice. He stopped a foot away from them. Power rolled off him, briefly pinging Blaéz’s psyche with little pinpricks.

  “So, this is him, Morri?” he asked. “The one whose birth you hid from me?”

  Blaéz stepped back, keeping Darci’s unconscious form safe behind him. Her erratic breathing and heartbeat had eased somewhat, reassuring him. He narrowed his eyes at the newest intruder.

  “Judging by your killing expression, I’m guessing she hasn’t told you anything as usual,” the stranger said, glancing briefly at The Morrigan. “Typical, my love. Hmm… Is this her?” He nodded at Darci lying on the couch. “The female you asked this favor for?”

  “You have one second to start explaining,” Blaéz said coldly, his fingers balling, ready to kill this trespasser.

  The male scratched his clean-shaven jaw, seeming unfazed by the threat. His eyes glowed with satisfaction. “I am Dagda, your sire. Your máthair asked me for a boon. Obviously, I was curious since it comes at a cost—a decade of her time spent with me…” He stroked The Morrigan’s cheek, looking into her eyes as he continued speaking to Blaéz. “Which, unfortunately, she detests very much because it means a quiet time, minus her wars.”

  Blaéz stared at the male who claimed to be his father. Yeah, right. He had to be suspended in a dream. Maybe he hadn’t gotten up this afternoon and was still trapped in a nightmare and shit was about to land any moment now.

  A soft moan dragged Blaéz out of his stupor of disbelief. He cut Darci a quick look as she sat up and winced. His attention snapping back to the interlopers, he reached out and helped her to her feet. Darci stiffened and pressed into him.