Blood In Fire (Celtic Elementals Book 2) (22 page)

She writhed on his lap, unable to control her body as her hips worked, trying to get his maddening finger deeper inside her. Her juices were dripping down his hand by now, streaking her taut thighs. He could smell her sweet musk along with the grass and the water so close. The only sound she made was a whimper when he let the tip of his finger graze her clit.

“Damme, woman, ye’re so bleedin’ stubborn! Get it over with so we can both get what we want!”

“Bite me!” She snapped out the words, then immediately gasped.

Aidan laughed so hard he almost choked, before flipping her upright. “That is a dangerous slip of the tongue around me, love.” Her face was as flushed as her ass had been, her eyes a vivid purple as she regarded him.

He got the distinct impression she wasn’t half as mad at him as she wanted him to think. He could
feel
mad, but it was only on the surface, something else was bubbling under it…was that something like…glee?

“You can’t bite me now, it would ruin the potion. Again.”

He cocked his head. “Clever girl. Would ye really be so cruel as to mess up my day—
again?
” He tried pouting at her and saw her lips twitch.

Nope, definitely not mad. Had she actually manipulated him into spanking her?

His eyes narrowed and she ducked her head, unable to hide the smile that curved her mouth. Why the little minx…!

He threw her back on the grass in the clearing. It was gorgeous thick grass, velvety, like the pelt of some exotic emerald beast, but rough enough to make Heather squeal when it touched her tender skin.

She gasped when he came over her in the next heartbeat, his muscular length pressing her into the ground. “Too clever, love. And rotten. And
very naughty
.”

She grinned up at him. “Maybe you should spank me again.”

Despite himself, Aidan smiled. “How did ye do that?”

“I just wanted to see whether I could fool you at all, Mr. Psychic Pants. It was easy, really. Tease you until you fire up, check. Then I just imagined all the times you
have
pissed me the hell off—I have rather a lot to choose from, you know—and held onto it with all my might.”

Aidan shook his head, half-in admiration, half-in uneasy wonder at her deviousness. “If I was actually trying to read ye, tha' wouldna work. Ye do realize I
try
no’ to. I give ye privacy—as best I can anyway.”

“I know. I counted on that.”

Aidan’s mouth fell open. She laughed and squirmed under him.

“Now could you get back to what you were doing? I’ll even say please. Pretty please, if you like?”

“Ye were playing about tha' too?!”

“Of course I was. Why would I give a damn if you want me to beg? I
do
want you, that’s been established for awhile now." Her tone was full of laughter.

Oh. It was
so
time for a little payback.

"Yer delivery lacks sincerity, love. A certain
depth
of feeling." His voice had gone low in that way that told her she was in trouble. Serious trouble. Heather gulped.

"Aidan…"

His mouth cut her off. His hands went to the straps of her dress, working it down as his lips kept her too busy to notice. Warm and demanding, stealing all thought as he kissed her blind. When his hand covered one bared breast and squeezed lightly, she gasped, stunned to find herself naked to the waist. The cool grass tickled her skin, her ass still smarting faintly. He pulled back, nipping her lower lip once, before letting his eyes roam over her.

Her nipples pebbled under that crystal gaze. Aidan teased one of them between his forefinger and thumb lazily, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through her. He lowered his head to the other one, which tightened to the point of pain even before he deliberately exhaled. Half mad now with want, she arched, bringing the taut nub to his lips.

She moaned his name when he sucked it into his mouth, stroking the tip with his hot tongue. Both her hands were in his hair, her fingers tugging his thick curls. He switched sides, treating her other breast to his mouth. She lifted her leg, curling it around his hip. The skirt of her dress fell back and she was naked beneath, her panties long forgotten in the grass.

Aidan reached back to run his hand down her calve, then hooked his fingers behind her knee as he yanked her against him. The thick, swollen ridge of his cock pressed into her slick sex through his jeans and she cried out. He never lifted his mouth from her nipple, but his teeth sank lightly into her flesh at the sound.

Her hands slid to his neck and shoulders as Aidan lifted his head. He moved back and lifted her hips with both hands, tearing the twisted dress down and off.

Heather found herself naked in the grass beneath him.

The sunlight glittered green and gold through the trees overhead. Aidan was still fully clothed, which turned her on even more. He moved down her body, pushing her thighs wide apart as he settled between them. Kissing the delicate skin over her hipbone, making her jump. His lips trailed over her, sucking along the inside of first one taut thigh and then the other until she was breathing in short, fast pants.

She moaned as his head dropped and the anticipation of his mouth streaked through her, making her stomach tremble. Her fingers tangled in the long grass as his curls brushed against her skin. Then his tongue, hot and darting, dipped inside her. Not teasing and not light.

He used his mouth as an exquisite weapon, devouring her until she was lost to the pleasure, writhing in his hands. He didn't tease so much as torment, until her body was bowing up off the grass, helplessly seeking more of him. And when she was right
there
, on the verge, he pulled back. Her clit popped lightly from his lips as Aidan lifted his head and looked up at her. Heather couldn't help but swear.

She was so close to the edge, so ready to fall that she was shaking. There was an unmistakable glint of satisfaction in his gaze.

"Fuck, Aidan…holy fuck…please!" Her legs coiled around his shoulders to keep him from moving away any further and he smiled.

"There's the tone I was looking for.
Say it again.
"

She wanted to scream at him, but hadn't the breath. Her words came out in a choked whisper.

"God, you absolute son of a bitching a—"

He slid two fingers inside of her. Her throat closed as her desperate muscles tightened on the sweet invasion.

"Bad idea, love. Insulting the man with his hands on the controls, so to speak." Aidan's voice was soft, his breath warm over her wet skin. His mouth so close, his fingers working in and out of her. But never as deep as she craved. Her back arched again.

"Please."
She had no room for anger now, only need. This desperate need for him. "Please, Aidan." Breathless and begging.

"Ahhh, sounds like ye've found the proper motivation at last." His lips brushed her sex as he spoke, then his tongue swept out to press hard against her clit, his fingers twisted inside of her and everything fractured as she quite simply lost her mind.

The orgasm ripped through her, sinking deep.  Senseless and shaking, she barely registered Aidan's low groan against her flushed skin. She only felt the loss when he moved away, untangling her legs from his shoulders gently.

His eyes bored into her as he got to his feet. He reached back and pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. Her breath caught. Backlit by the sun, the rippled lines of his body were dark and powerful. She couldn't see the expression in his eyes as he thumbed open his jeans and shoved them down his lithe hips. He didn't bother to kick them all the way off, he just dropped to his knees between her spread legs.

Aidan lifted her off the ground so easily it made her head spin. In one deft movement, he pulled her to him, one hand under her ass, the other winding her legs around him. Heather could see his eyes now and she shivered at the fierce possessiveness there.

"Pleased with yourself, are you?" She said softly.

He smiled and bumped his forehead against hers. "No' as much as ye are with me, I think." His breath quickened then, fast and warm against her face, as he lowered her. The tip of his cock eased open her soaked and swollen lips and she shuddered. Her eyes started to close as he pressed inside her. "Nae. Look at me, love.
Look
."

With a moan, Heather did as he demanded. His eyes were so bright, they were nearly blinding. Her hands went to his face, her fingertips in his hair. She wanted to tell him how beautiful he was. Before she could form the words, he yanked her down hard and every conscious thought flew away.

Everything blurred as they moved together. Sun and shadow became one and she couldn't tell which was which anymore.

Only that it was all him and it was
all
beautiful.

Ages later, when Heather had slipped her dress back on and brushed the grass from her limbs, Aidan heard her curse quietly as she moved the few steps to the brook.

Aidan had been lying in the grass, staring at the clouds, content to be lost in thought as his body recovered, but he stirred at her voice.

"What?"

She squealed as the water rushed over her feet. "It occurs to me that we have
never once
used a condom. I mean, I
am
on birth control, but seriously, I am not usually so st—"

"There is nae need to worry about such things, no' with me." He cut her off, pushing himself up on his elbows to watch her. Whether she realized it or not, she hadn't worried about it precisely because
he
had not been worried about it. His psyche slipping into hers, not by design, though he admittedly hadn't bothered to stop it.

"Why is that?"

She looked up as she washed him from her thighs. Such a gorgeous sight, her standing in the river, with that white skirt tucked above her hips. The water glistening on the dusky satin of her skin. She smiled at him, her
real
smile and broke his heart a little.

Nae. It was the
question
that did that, he chided himself, not her.

Not
her.

He cleared his throat.

"There is no human disease tha' can affect me, and naught I can pass to ye. As for the other…. Vampires canna have children, nobody. All life inside me is dead."

She stilled, her eyes leaping to his face. "Is that so?"

"Aye. We have other ways to procreate, as I am sure ye have heard." His voice was cold for the first time all day.

She asked the question anyway. "And have you ever…ever done that? Made another—"

"Nae." And hoped the look on his face told her plainly he never would. She stared at him, that little line of puzzlement creasing her forehead.

"Has anyone ever asked you to?"

"Aye." His answer was short as she stepped out of the water and blotted herself dry with her skirt before loosing it to billow around her legs in the breeze.

She stepped nearer, her scent caught on that same breeze and wrapping him in its tantalizing essence. Her eyes were knowing. "I won't."

"Sure of tha', are ye?" He looked up at her.

"Very. I
promise
, Aidan. So relax
.
Simple curiosity, remember? I thought you said that was okay?"

"It is."

She laughed at him then, slipping her hand into his and pulling him up. Aidan let his tension at the subject go. The tendril of fear wouldn't vanish as easily. Had he gotten so uptight because he'd really been worried she was feeling him out on the subject….

Or because for the first time ever the possibility was actually tempting?

They went down to the lake. It was fun. Heather had brought a small lunch. Moiré's scones wrapped in cheesecloth. He skipped stones over the flat, glittering surface of the water for her amusement.

"Holy shit, Aidan," she laughed as another one sailed out of sight. "I lost count at fifteen. How do you do that?"

"A thousand or so years of practice, and a very strong arm. Ye try." He picked up a particularly smooth one and placed it in her hand. She curved her fingers around the warm, solid roundness of it, but shook her head as she slipped it into the pocket of her skirt.

"No, I'd just embarrass myself."

"Well, I am hoping
I
willna embarrass myself if I step out now. What say ye two, is the coast clear?" Ronan's voice, a rumble just behind the trees.

"Aye, ye eejit. As ye well know, or ye wouldna have come so close. Get an eyeful earlier, did ye?"

Heather's cheeks went red.

Ronan chuckled as he stepped out into the light. "Donna look so horrified, lass. I didna see nothing. My ears are still good enough to warn me away when it isna wise to intrude." She returned his smile, before ducking her head.

Aidan's lips quirked, then he stretched. "Time for the interrogation, is it?"