Velvet Haven

brought her to the brink of orgasm, then stopped, pulling away from her.
    “No!” she cried, clawing at his massive shoulders. “Don’t leave me like this again.”
    He smiled a smile of pure male arrogance. “Leave you hungering?” he whispered. “Leave you empty?”
    “Yes,” she said, somewhere between a scream and a sob.
    His lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Do you want me to fill you up?”
    Not waiting for her reply, he plunged his thick cock into her, making her sex stretch to accommodate him. Mairi felt that current, that electricity invade her body, and when Bran made her come it was euphoric. Mairi felt as though a piece of her had died and she was lifted, floating toward heaven. It was beautiful and peaceful. Magical . That was the only word to describe it.
    There was an exchange, a connection she had never felt before. It was as if their essences flowed into each other, mingling, becoming indistinguishable from each other.
    She felt lighter, almost weak, but he turned her over, onto her knees. “Did you think I was done with you?” he asked, as he slid his cock into her.
    He felt huge still and Mairi moaned at the invasion. God, he felt good. The slow, lazy rhythm left her panting. The warm rain hitting her skin made his body slide easily against hers.
    She was fully covered by him, his chest on her back, his hands filled with her breasts, and his cock gliding in and out of her.
    “You like that, Mairi?”
    She couldn’t speak, but nodded and moaned as his thrusts became harder, more intent. His fingers left her breasts to skim her hip. They kneaded her bottom before he parted her. His fingers traced her opening and she squirmed away from him, shocked by the sensation that she wanted him in there.
    Mairi accepted his touch, allowed herself to feel the building passion once more. The pleasure rose and she heard Bran growl, felt his strength grow as his arms suddenly caged her.
    Now he was fucking her hard and it felt so good, so powerful to take him like this. The pleasure was rising and rising, but he kept her completion just out of reach.
    “Please,” she begged. His finger found her clitoris and he stroked her in time to his thrusts, finishing her in short, penetrating stabs.
    When he came it was explosive. She was filled not only with his essence, but a strange vibration that radiated from her core to her fingertips.
    When she opened her eyes, the grove was gone. She was surrounded by white tile.
    Collapsing against the wall, Mairi stilled, trying to recover from her orgasms. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this good. For a few seconds she believed that she had actually been in that enchanted wood, spread out for Bran’s pleasure.
    When she had recovered enough, she shoved opened the shower door, only to see the bird standing on the sill, watching her. Lightning flashed once more, a brilliant, blinding flash, and in that instant Mairi swore she saw the image of Bran. Behind him were black wings, and on his hand were those strange marks glowing gold and pewter.
    “How?” she asked, amazed the bird had gotten this far from his cage, let alone up on the sill.
    The bird didn’t answer, and Mairi was left feeling oddly disappointed. She needed to hear Bran’s voice. If only one last time.
    She looked back after she covered her body with a thick towel. The bird was watching her with his rapacious gaze.
    Thank you for feeding me, Mairi, she heard Bran say.
    Then, to her amazement, the bandage fell away from its wing and the bird flew from the room.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

    Bran knew he had to leave. Staying in Mairi’s home was too dangerous. She was dangerous. Yet he felt his newly shored magic weaken at the thought of never seeing her again.
    He had stayed in bird form for the rest of the day, content to stay in his cage watching Mairi and allowing his hunger to grow. She tried to feed him again, more bread, but this time from her palm. He didn’t have the heart to refuse her, so he had lowered his head and gently fed from her hand, the act as pleasurable as sex. The bond even stronger.
    He had not needed food. But how could she know that what he had witnessed in the shower, combined with the lightning he had harnessed, had given him the fuel he needed?
    That incredible shower scene. Bran closed his eyes, willing the memory to life. In his mind, he’d taken her to Annwyn, to his Sacred Space, and placed her on his altar. She was spread, ready for him, gentle raindrops pebbling on