Earth's Requiem(69)
He took her hand again and sucked on her fingers, making the most incredible sensations shoot right to her crotch. What was happening between her thighs intensified as he worked his way down to her little finger. How was it possible? He wasn’t even touching her, for God’s sake. Suddenly, she couldn’t wait another second. Straddling him, she opened herself and groaned when he thrust upward with his hips and plunged himself into her. He watched her, his gaze never leaving hers, as she rode him, back arching in delight.
His hands gripped her hips, setting a rhythm. “Look at me, lass.”
She did and lost herself in the hum of passion sparking from his eyes, which were alight with lust. Something shifted, and she was him, feeling the heat of her body around his cock, sharing the tension that shattered as he came hard deep within her. Her body dissolved around him in rhythmic release, but she was so caught up in the wonder of his orgasm, she barely noticed her own.
When he started moving inside her again, she realized she was back in her own body. “Mmmm… That was incredible, but this is a good place to stop.” She clambered off him and dropped her legs over the side of the bed. “If it was up to you, we’d spend all our time fucking.” She walked to his side of the bed and trailed a finger down his still-erect cock, glistening with fluids from their bodies. “Doesn’t it ever go away?”
He laughed. “You sound as if you wish it would.”
Aislinn’s face heated, and she knew she was blushing. “No, not exactly. It’s just…” She wasn’t sure what she wanted to say. That other men weren’t so interested after they came. That she wasn’t, either. Christ, she’d come so many times, she didn’t understand why she was within a hairsbreadth of saying to hell with it and jumping on top of him again.
He snaked out a hand and grasped her wrist. “It hasna been like this for me afore either, lass. Where no matter how many times I fuck you, I am left wanting more.” She heard truth in his words, even without her Seeker senses. “We are fated for one another. ’Tis the reason I hunted you for centuries.”
“Fated by whom?”
“The MacCumhaills were not always gods. ’Twas the link betwixt us and the MacLochlainns that made us so. Our lines have mated for better than a thousand years.” He dropped his gaze. “Ye doona have a corner on the stubborn market, lass. I railed against that fate, told the others I should be able to pick whatever woman I chose. By the time I understood I was incomplete, that I needed a MacLochlainn by my side, I couldna find one.” He looked at her again, a sheepish light in his eyes.
“This is getting way too woo-woo for me.” She extricated her wrist. “I know I asked, but let’s find something to eat. Then I want to look for Marta’s personal gateway to Taltos—the one you told me about last night.”
“We can look for it, lass.” He was on his feet so quickly that she wondered how he’d managed it. “But we are not going to try to open it.” He caught her wrist again. “Agreed?”
“All right.” Aislinn looked around for her clothes and then remembered they were sitting in a heap on the bathroom floor. “Do you suppose Marta has any coffee?”
“I’ll look.” Fionn slid worn khaki pants over his hips and pushed his cock out of the way to button them. He dragged the Go Bears sweatshirt over his head.
She drew her gaze away from his body. It wasn’t easy. She’d never seen anything quite so perfect. Not even the dark gods were as beautiful as Fionn, with his well-formed muscles bunching over broad shoulders, hard, flat stomach, and golden-hued skin. “Wonder if Marta’s husband has clothes here that might fit you.”
“Feels like a pretty low priority.” He grinned. “If it makes you feel better to dress me like a Ken doll, you can look.”
“Where’s Rune?” She glanced around, grateful the sexual tension inside her had lessened enough for her to think again. And for Fionn’s return to normal English. Whenever he morphed into his Irish dialect, it felt like she was sinking into something ancient she didn’t understand.
“I heard him leave during the night. Maybe he needed out.”
“Yes, but why wouldn’t he have come back?”
Fionn winked at her. “Think he wanted to give us some privacy. It was during our middle of the night tryst that he left.”
After a breakfast of oatmeal, dried fruit, and powdered milk with real coffee to wash it all down, Aislinn tackled the front door problem while Fionn read. He was faster than she at sorting the important parts in Marta’s journals from the parts he could skip over. Rune was back at her side. Both of them had gone outside to check on Bella and found the raven asleep with her head tucked under one wing. Sensing them, she’d squawked sleepily.