Dragon Knight's Ring (Order of the Dragon Knights Book 5) (18 page)

He gazed into lavender eyes that mirrored his own need. “I want to make love to ye with the moonlight on your body, Meggie.”

She traced a path over his lips with her finger. “Put me down,” she whispered.

Turning around, she moved away. Slipping the gown free from her body, she kicked it away. When she glanced over her shoulder at him, her smile was inviting, sensual, and Adam’s gaze traveled down to her shapely bottom.

“By the hounds,” he groaned. Adam’s cock strained to be released from his trews. No longer was this the young maiden from several years ago. Nae, his Meggie had become a woman and she stirred his blood into fire.

He ripped his shirt over his head and in two strides he brought her lush body against his chest. His hands roamed over her soft, ivory skin. Taking one of her legs, he lifted and placed her foot on the bench.

“What are ye doing?” she asked, her voice husky with need.

“Afraid of the pleasure I shall bring ye?” he teased, while tracing a path with his fingers down along the nape of her neck, brushing over one breast.

She trembled under his touch. “Nae. Have your way with me, for I wish to return the pleasure.”

“Meggie,
Meggie
,” he whispered against her cheek, treasuring the feel of her in his arms. His hand slid down her taut stomach to the swell of her hips and across her thigh, until he felt the nest of soft curls—moist and welcoming. Swiping at her center, he felt the tight nub and circled it lazily with his finger. She shuddered from the intimate contact and leaned fully against his chest.

“Oh…yes. More…dinnae stop,” she moaned, rubbing herself against his hand.

Adam grazed his teeth along her neck. “Slowly, my
leannan
. I will not rush your pleasure.” Giving her a kiss on her shoulder, he continued giving her pleasure until he knew she was near her peak when he heard her soft gasps and felt her trembling body. He withdrew his finger, exploring a pathway across her thigh.

“
Nae
,” she protested.

He turned her around and covered her mouth savagely. Adam became dizzy from the delicious sensation of her lips, as their tongues warred for control. She placed her hands over his enlarged cock, and he swelled even more. Fearing he would spill his seed right there, he released her hands and stepped back.

Meggie tugged at his trews. “’Tis obvious ye need some help out of these.”

His smile turned predatory. “They have sharp teeth.”

“So do I,” she responded with a wink.

Adam’s breathing became labored as he watched her tiny hand unfasten the button. Then she slowly placed her hand between the teeth of the trews and his cock and he let out a hiss. He thought he died the moment her soft fingers touched him—the contact igniting a fiery desire. Beads of sweat broke out on his brow as she undid the rest of his trews, freeing him. He watched her place a finger over the top wiping away the moisture. “Meggie,” he groaned, watching as her eyes turned to one of a huntress—devouring him with her look.

Placing her hands along the muscles of his chest, she rubbed up against him. “Take me now. I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime to have ye.”

Stepping free from the material, Adam cupped her bottom and lifted her. Meggie wrapped her legs around his waist and lowered her lips to his—kissing him with reckless abandon. He barely made it to the bench, before he thrust deep within her core, their cries of pleasure echoing within the chamber. He withdrew, watching her eyes go wide, and then he plunged harder into her. Their mingled scent filled him, and he fought to control his release.

Time stilled within the moonlit chamber. When Meggie arched under him, her guttural cry of release slammed into his body—his soul, and he shattered. The blood roared in his ears, as he thrust deeply one last time, emptying himself within her. She was his—no matter if she remembered the past or not.

Blissful silence filled the room.

Meggie could feel his heart thundering against her own. His arms held her so tight she could barely breathe. But she made no protest. From the moment she opened her eyes in the kitchen and found him standing over her, she wanted, nae needed Adam for more than one night. He filled a part of her soul. When they touched, she felt a spark of something familiar, though faint. He spoke of being her lover, but what if there was more?

She cradled his head against her breast, his breath warm against her skin. A tingling sensation caused her body to ache all over again for the man. Taking her hand, she brushed his long hair over his back, stroking his skin.

He lifted his head and Meggie saw sadness in his eyes. “What pains ye?” she asked softly. She never thought to ask if his past was haunted by grief.

Adam cupped her chin. “I never thought to be with ye again, Meggie.”

Her lip trembled. “Ye nae mind that I cannae remember our time? Or that I have been with another?”

Untangling himself, he rose from the bench and lifted Meggie into his arms. Holding her as he gazed out at the night sky, she rested her head on his shoulder. When he didn’t answer, she feared that perchance he did care. Was she the one that brought pain to him? Never would she wish to harm another. Especially Adam.

He let out a long sigh. “Ye have done naught wrong. ’Tis the loom of fate. Our paths are our own, though none of us chose this destiny.”

Meggie’s hand gently fingered the wooden cross around Adam’s neck, and she lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Ye must have faith. The Fates have brought us together once again.”

Wariness shown in his eyes. “I have long forgotten what it means to have faith.”

“Then ye must find a way back. Pray to your God, to the Goddess, or to the Fae. Find your faith, Adam.”

His brow furrowed. “How did ye find your way, if ye could not recall your memories?”

Meggie laughed softly, shrugging. “It was the one link that never left me.” She pointed to her head and heart. “The Fae live within me. My walks in the woods only strengthened my own faith. I am grateful for their love, Adam.”

“Only my bonny Meggie would believe as ye do.” He gave her a small smile, his dark hair falling over his shoulders.

She draped her fingers through the thick mass. “Why do ye keep it so long?” she asked shyly.

“Truth?”

She nodded.

“I have had nae time.”

“Ye must have journeyed for many moons,” she observed. “Would ye like me to use shears and trim it for ye?”

“Aye,” he replied and nuzzled her neck.

As he placed her down, she took his hand and led him to a chair. “Would ye…umm…like your pants?” Seeing his partial erection, Meggie swiftly met his gaze—one of pure hot male.

He leaned forward and grazed his lips across her ear. “Nae. For when ye are finished, I plan on claiming your body again.”

Her skin churned with anticipation. Heat pooled in her stomach, sliding lower. “I’ll return shortly.” Hastily walking away from the sexy naked man, she grabbed her robe from the bathroom, wrapping it around her. Glancing in the mirror, she smiled wickedly at her reflection, flush from their lovemaking. Pulling out the shears and a large comb from a drawer, she then reached for a towel from the closet.

Dashing back into the room, she froze, her heart beating wildly at the scene by the hearth. By the Gods, he reminded her of Angus Og—Celtic God of Love. Her mouth became dry, and she almost dropped everything. He angled his head to the side, his smile melting her insides. As her feet finally moved again, she refused to look any lower than his face. She could have made a bet that he was rock hard again.

Draping the towel around his shoulders, Meggie pulled his hair from beneath the material and straightened it down his back. Leaning forward, she placed a kiss below his ear and heard his low growl. Smiling, she said, “I shall only cut to the shoulders. I enjoy running my fingers through your hair.”

“I have hair in other places as well,” he suggested.

“Later,” she promised. Taking the comb, she patiently removed the glossy tangles. How the man managed not to have more with so much hair was surprising. Picking up the shears, she proceeded to cut Adam’s hair. The only sounds besides snip-snip was their breathing, and the flames snapping in the hearth. When Meggie deemed she had done her best, she laid her items down. Taking the broom, she swept the hair into the fire.

As she turned back around, Adam was standing and her mouth gaped open. His haircut only accentuated his features. “Ye surely were chiseled from the Gods,” she uttered softly.
Such an attraction should be perilous.

He said naught as he clasped her to him. Untying her robe, he placed his hands over her breasts. She gave a cry of pleasure as he pinched her already sensitive nipples. “Don’t ye…wa…want to see what I’ve done to your
hair
?”

“Nae,” he stated, cupping her around the waist and bringing her against his chest.

Meggie could feel his length against her stomach as his lips moved over hers, teasing, coaxing them open. His tongue sought hers, and she couldn’t tell who growled first. Breaking free, he took her hand and led her to the bed.

Slowly and seductively, his gaze slid downward and back up to her face. Meggie laced her fingers through his rough hands. She trembled craving his touch in her most sensitive areas. Did he know what he did to her? How he made her feel? The man stirred something primal, as if their souls had been fused together centuries ago.

Bringing her onto the bed, his hands roamed over her skin, as he placed lingering kisses along the side of her neck, down to her collarbone, to the valley between her breasts. Her nipples so hard and her breathing shallow—waiting, watching, wanting his mouth to descend over them.

She clenched her thighs, the pleasure building, but he lifted his head and smile wickedly at her.

Taking his hands, he spread her legs apart. “Ye will taste so verra sweet, my Meggie.”

“Ye are going…um…” Meggie couldn’t finish the sentence. Did he truly mean to take his mouth to her most intimate area?

His eyes held a challenge. “If ye let me taste from your sweet nectar down there—” He slid his finger gently between her folds, and she gasped at the sensation. “I will let ye have your way with me.”

Meggie couldn’t breathe, his words igniting a fiery storm of pleasure. All she could manage was to nod her head in agreement.

With a growl, he took his time with lingering kisses around the area. One on her thigh, another near her curls, before blowing lightly. Her body vibrated with a terrible need, and he hadn’t even touched her
there
, yet.

When his tongue darted over her sensitive core, Meggie arched from the bliss. But when his mouth took over—hot, and demanding, stars burst as the first wave of desire broke free. He gave her no time to recover as he continued to make love to her, down there, tormenting her with the most pleasurable experience of her life. His mouth sent new spirals of ecstasy through her as the second orgasm exploded within her—soaring high, hot, and free.

Adam entered her swiftly, his lips now brushing against hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on to his own release. His harsh cry filled her chamber—fusing not only their bodies, but also their hearts and souls.

Meggie’s mind fractured. Distorted images resembling puzzle pieces flashed in a blur. Yet, in the center stood one man. Ancient and powerful. Her warrior. Her lover. A man from long ago.

He held out his hand, calling her name.

“Adam!” Meggie yelled and then collapsed into his arms.

Chapter Seventeen

“The universe was born with the breath of a shining star. And the star sprinkled faery dust to illuminate the path for others.”

Adam slept peacefully by Meggie’s side, both arms flung outwards. Her own mind and body never found slumber. Instead, she tried to remember each detail of the memory—from the standing stones, the evening sky, to Adam’s clothing, which were positively medieval. The circle of stones had always made her feel apprehensive, wary. They were a place of awe and respect, but she found it difficult to be near them, only venturing close to the oak trees and refusing to step into the clearing.

All of which did not make any sense to her. However, in that still moment within her mind, Meggie
knew
Adam. A spark of recognition flared at that moment. He was as familiar as the air she breathed, and she didn’t want to lose the feeling, nor thoughts.

Resting her head on her hands, she drank in Adam’s features as he slept. Peaceful. Content. There was something so recognizable, and she tried to fathom what it could be. It was the same awareness she sensed when she walked in on him in the bathroom over a week ago. Obviously, they had been together, so perhaps that was what she was recalling.

Yet…

Meggie sat up slowly. A chill crept down her spine. “Nae,” she whispered in the darkness of her room.

Quietly scooting out of the bed, she grabbed her robe. Leaving her chamber, she crept down the corridor. When she came to the door on the right, her hand trembled as she reached for the handle. Opening it partway, Meggie walked over to her son’s bed.

“Sweet Brigid,” she muttered as the shock of knowledge registered with her.

Her own fears were confirmed when she saw Jamie’s arms flung outward in the same position as Adams. Even his head rested the same. Where Jamie had dark, ebony curls, Adam had waves. And why had she not noticed the dimples in his cheeks were like Adam’s.

“Ye are the image of your father, James William,” she muttered.

Slumping to the ground, she watched him sleeping soundly. He was her entire world. Meggie and her cousins shielded and protected him from others, because of his gifts. Even the doctors had stated he was an unusual child. He was speaking and walking at a year, and by two, he spoke with the wisdom of an old soul. From then on, Meggie watched over him, fearing they would snatch him away from her to study, poke, and probe her child. They would never understand their beliefs, and she deemed her child’s gifts were from the Fae.

Bringing her knees to her chest, Meggie fought the tide of emotions and questions. Surely, Adam didn’t ken they had a son together, or he would have claimed him the moment he saw Jamie. Did he truly believe there was another man in her life?