Mists of Velvet

pleading, he forced himself deeper, harder, faster. When she was crying out his name and gripping his hips with her thighs, he lifted her legs over her shoulders and drove into her, filling her so full until he brought her to orgasm, watched her beneath him as she came around him, then poured himself into her, stroking inside her until he was spent.
    “You are going to need a lot of loving, beannaithe leannan . And I will give it to you. As much as you want,” he said as he pulled out of her body.
    Rowan turned in time to see Keir wipe his fingers along his cock. Bringing them to the black satin, he wiped the remnants of their mutual pleasure. He murmured something, then reached for the paper, which he ignited in the flame of the candle. Then his eyes met hers as he blew out the flames.
    “What was that you said?”
    Gathering her up in his arms, he kissed her.
    “It was an urnai,” he whispered into her ear. “A prayer for you. A prayer for us that we might be able to stay together—forever.”
    Rowan met his silver gaze. “It wasn’t a prayer, was it? It was a spell.”
    “In my world, beautiful, magick is a prayer.”
    “It’s magic what you’re doing to me now.”
    He smiled. “Then let me do it some more.”
    Rowan felt his cock growing hard once more against her belly. Then he reached for her leg and placed it over his hip. They were face-to-face when he slipped slowly inside her. He closed his eyes as he penetrated her fully, the walls of her sex clamping around him. Rowan watched as his lips parted in ecstasy, allowing a low moan from deep in his chest. She was mesmerized by how beautiful he was, by the beauty of their bodies together, brushing and rubbing. He pleasured her, his rhythm slow and unhurried, as if they had decades of loving ahead of them. And when they were done, Keir repeated the spell, but this time, he folded the black satin and slipped it into a box before gathering her up into his arms.
    “Wear the quartz,” he reminded her. “It’s how I’ll always be able to find you.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

    Stirring beside Bronwnn, Rhys smoothed a hand over his face and glanced at the window. The big silver moon of Annwyn hung high in the sky, telling him he hadn’t slept long. It was still night, and he had hours yet to spend with her.
    “ Mo bandia ,” he murmured. She stirred, mumbled something, then snuggled deeper against him, making his cock grow once more. With a groan, he moved away from her and caught a handful of her pale hair in his hand, allowing it to slip through his fingers. He liked the way it shimmered in the glow of the candles, and in the moonlight that shone through the window.
    “Bronwnn. Take me to the reflecting pool.”
    This time she heard him. “No, it isn’t safe. Cailleach,” she mumbled.
    “I want to see you beneath the moonlight. Walk with you, hand in hand in Annwyn. I want to see what my ancestors did. I want to feel, to understand my heritage.”
    There must have been something in his voice, because she sat up and brushed her hair from her face. “Now? You want to connect with your Sidhe side now? It’s the middle of the night.”
    He grinned and jumped out of the bed, tugging on the leather pants Drostan had summoned up for him. “Can you think of a better time? C’mon. Take me on a tour.”
    Tossing her his T-shirt, he motioned for her to get dressed. “And don’t even think of putting on that gown Cailleach dressed you in.”
    She smiled and held the white tee to her breasts. “You’re a wild one, Rhys MacDonald,” she laughed. “You know the Supreme Goddess is just waiting for you to defy her so that she can kill you, and here you are pleading with me to take you out into her world.”
    “Highlanders,” he said with a grin as he clasped the Celtic bracelets around his wrist and reached for the torc that sat upon the nightstand. “They’re a brawny, brave breed of mortal.”
    Slipping the shirt over her head, she pulled her hair back and knotted it up. Loose tendrils fell around her cheeks, making her look messy and well loved. It was a look he particularly took pride in, since he had been the one who had made her messy. When she was finished, she held out her hand and clutched his fingers.
    “Bring the adder. He’ll follow and guide you to the pool.”
    “And where will you be?”
    “Ahead. In wolf form. I can scent better that way. Make sure the oidhche isn’t following us.”
    Rhys grinned and impetuously parted her lips