The Morrigan: Damaged Deities (33 page)

Beneath her scowl, she was making a decision. 

And then it was made. 

With what looked like determination, she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back so that he sat up straight against the sofa.  She gripped the nightgown and pulled it up enough to free her legs as she brought one knee to his left and the other to his right until she was straddling his lap, her wee ass hovering just above it. 

Through the thin material of his pajama pants, he could feel the heat of her skin, of her sex. 

So close.  And he wanted more, wanted to touch and taste all of her.

While she ran her hands across his chest, igniting a fire with her touch, he moved his up her thighs, beneath her nightgown. 

He held her hips in his hands where he discovered the lass bare beneath her nightgown.  He could hardly control his groan. 

But still he wouldn’t make a move until she asked him to. 

Christ
, why wouldn’t she ask him to? 

Did she want him to break his promise?  Was she so stubborn?

She fisted his shirt in her hands.  Her desire had turned her cheeks rosy, her need a beautiful blush across her porcelain skin.  Her lips were parted and that little crease on her brow had deepened.  She was in pain; she needed him as much as he did her. 

“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered.

His breathing had grown shallow like hers, his lungs heavy.  His gaze dipped to her mouth, lips a natural, deep red.  He wanted to pull that full bottom lip between his teeth.  Suck it until her eyes rolled back into her head. 

“Do what ye must, lass.”

She had better do
something
.  And quick.  He was going to unravel soon.

I
t might have been the fire.  It might have been a play of the light, but Morrie was almost certain that when Kade gazed at her mouth, a crimson light flashed in his eyes before they turned blacker than night. 

And the surreal sight of it stoked the fire growing deep within her core. 

She knew it was desire affecting him so.  She knew it because she felt it, too. 

And knowing that only made her want him more, coiling a wonderful pressure inside her.  Her sex clenched, needing his touch.  She was hot and wet for him.  Wetter than she could ever recall being.  And all from just his tentative hands on her hips, his black gaze on hers. 

Licking her lips, her eyes grew hooded.  She couldn’t hold on much longer.  And she didn’t think he could either as emotions warred within his gaze.  He couldn’t still possibly be trying to keep to his oath? 

She wanted to make the first move, but was worried after all he’d been through that night, if it would be appropriate. 

But when his hot hands inched up her hips, his fingers digging into her flanks, she was quickly caring less about appropriate.

“Morrie,” his voice came out husky and deep, the sound like rough fingers across sensitive spots.  Rich, like the scotch on his breath. “I know what I promised ye.  I know I made ye an oath.  But I’m going tae break that promise no’.  I’m going tae kiss ye no’ and doona ye dare stop me.”

She was already shaking her head. “I won’t,” she breathed, but the words barely made it out before she leaned in as he cupped her by the neck, bringing her face down to capture her lips with his own. 

They were as soft as she remembered, the week apart not diminishing their affect on her. 

She might have forgotten how to control her powers, but she hadn’t forgotten what they felt like and there was definitely magic in his kiss.  Soft and yet charged with an electricity that sizzled through her veins. 

What had changed was the incredibly strong emotion blossoming in her chest at the deep contact between them, surprising her with its strength, its existence.  She didn’t just melt for him, she completely submitted herself body and soul to him.

His tongue teased at the part of her lips, soft and yet rough across her skin.  She opened her mouth and let him in, his hot tongue tasting, sweeping hers and taking command of her mouth. 

The need they’d both maintained a sad control over shattered as their kiss turned urgent, hungry, insatiable.

While they drew kiss after kiss from each other, his hands roamed, rubbing paths of fire across her thighs, cupping her ass.  The back of her nightgown came up with one arm he wrapped around her waist, exposing her backside to his other hand that palmed her possessively. 

Wanting more of him everywhere her hips moved and his hand moved with them, pressing her sex against his strained erection. 

They both moaned.

Their tongues swirled and danced in ecstasy, the kiss pulling all it could from them. 

Her hand dropped, searching out what it had longed to hold.  Slipping her fingers under the elastic band of his pajamas, she met his cock, already enlarged so much that the head peeked out of the waistband. She traveled her fingers through his lower hair, skimming them along the soft ridges of his erection. 

“Morrie, ye drive me tae madness,” he grated against her lips between kisses. 

She knew what he meant—she was crazy about him.  Loving the way he felt, she wrapped her hand around his huge cock.

A feral growl rumbled from deep in his throat and it only enflamed her desire more. 

“
Fuck
,” he breathed against her lips. 

She grinned at his desire, loving the control she had over such a strong and powerful man.  She loved that she could barely fit her hand around him.  She knew that it would rip her apart once inside of her and she couldn’t wait. 

But that deep warning stirred from within in and she knew she couldn’t go that far.

So instead she stroked his long shaft, she needed to touch every inch of him.

He traced a hand around her waist and up her ribs until his fingertips grazed her breast and nipple.  Instantly her nipples puckered and tightened, aching for more. 

She whimpered with need and rose up on her knees, pressing her breast into his palm.  His fingers spread, taking her fully in hand.

“Gods, Morrie,” he broke the kiss to moan. “Fuck, ye feel good.”

While his hand massaged her breast, Morrie needed to feel his skin.  She left his cock long enough to gather up the hem of his shirt and broke their kiss to pull it over his head.  He drew his hand away and let her tug his shirt off, returning to her breast while she returned to his cock and stroked his hot, silky skin.

His head dipped down, his mouth covering her nipple.  He suckled her through her nightgown, soaking the thin material with his tongue. 

When his teeth caught it in a sharp hold, she cried out with surprise that quickly devolved to a low hum of pleasure,  his strong and wicked tongue tracing circles around it.

“Morrie, let me see ye,” he demanded, his voice hoarse as he moved his lips to her neck and along her jaw. 

Not waiting for her compliance, he ran his hands up her side, easily stripping her of her nightgown. 

His lips already swollen and red, he gazed at her breasts in appreciation.  He took both in hand and she returned to him for the kiss, but soon his fingers were trailing around her swells, up her spine and across her shoulders, sending shivers everywhere.

Her head fell back as he pressed his lips down the column of her throat, down her sternum to the valley between her breasts.  Reaching behind her, she grabbed his knees to hold herself up, completely offering her naked torso to him.

Rubbing his nose and lips across her breast, he murmured in ancient Gaelic, words of admiration, words of worship, but Morrie was too lost in ecstasy to think about it. 

His hot breath spread across her breast where he kissed the soft flesh, teasing circles around her aching, pebbled nipple. 

Heat pooled between her legs, her sex clenching for more and she moved her hips. 

She jerked when the tip of his tongue quickly flicked her nipple and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out when he ran it across the pebbled nub, the skin to skin contact so much better. 

His hands moved back to her ass, each grabbing a cheek.  While he pushed her against his hardness, he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.  One hand let her ass go to cup the untended breast.

As he sucked and teased her nipples, one with his tongue, the other with the pad of his thumb, she started to move against his erection, the friction of his pants against her soft flesh enough to make her nearly come right then.  His moan rumbled against her breast. 

His curious fingers were still at work, now trailing hot and soft around her hips, slipping around to the sensitive flesh high on her thigh.

She couldn’t control herself anymore.  The goddess within was unleashed and needed to be satisfied.  She’d been given a taste in Edinburgh, now she needed more.

Digging her fingers into his hair, Morrie kissed along Kade’s neck, sucking his earlobe into her mouth as she teased it with her tongue. 

A growl rumbled from his lungs and he grabbed the back of her head to bring her mouth to his.  The fingers dancing along her inner thigh moved higher.

And then they were lightly feathering their touch across her seam, running up and down, drawing her hips in the same movement.  One finger slipped between the wet folds and he groaned.

“Fuck, ye’re so wet,” he grated, stilling as her sex gripped his finger, “Sweet lass, so wet for me.”

“Kade, please,” she begged, writhing on his lap even as he traced circles across her clit. 

Still her hips grinded against that one wicked finger, coaxing it for more. 

After what she thought was decades of torture, it slipped inside. 

She whimpered.  Clinging to his finger, her sex clenched tightly. 

When his finger began to pump in and out of her channel, Morrie had to break their kiss and drop her head back.  He slipped a second finger inside. 

While he brought his mouth to her breast, she grabbed the hand inside of her and held it against her sex, moving her hips with his fingers. 

Sweat formed along her back and still his wonderful hand pumped.  Tighter and tighter her core wound, her blood roaring in her ears. 

Once again she held herself up on his knees, her body bended and bared. 

When he took her nipple between his teeth, she shattered. 

Wave after wave crashed over her from an orgasm that made hurricanes feel like a gentle morning breeze, draining her of strength. 

But Kade wouldn’t let her stop.  

He pulled his hand free, but brought her mouth to his.  This time his kisses were slow, savoring, sweet. 

Like two lovers with all the time in the world, he kissed her like the kiss was all they needed.  And it made her grow aroused again. 

While their lips caressed each other, Morrie slipped her hands between them.  Gripping his waistband, she shoved them down his hips.  Lifting to let her tug them off him, she slid them down his knees.

“Kade…” He heard the concern in her voice and understood.

“I know, lass, we doona have tae.”

“But…”

She had been reduced to an inexperienced, little girl.  She didn’t know what to do, but Kade did.

“Oh!” 

Her surprise melted to a moan as Kade wrapped her hand around his cock and pressed it between her folds.  Her breath caught when he started sliding it up and down rather than inside.  The friction of it across her clit had her eyes closing, little whimpers bursting like bubbles from her parted lips.

His grip on her hand tightened, his fist keeping them connected as he pumped across her soft flesh. 

The muscles in his neck tensed, tendons strained as his own pleasure mounted.  As their moments quickened, Morrie fell into a swirling galaxy of starry ecstasy. 

Their breathing mingled in hot pants, the pressure hit its peak and as she cried out in an earth-shattering orgasm, Kade roared with her, releasing his seed in hot spurts between her breasts.