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Authors: Cheyenne McCray

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Hannah reached behind her and unfastened the bra, slid it off and tossed it aside. At the sight of her beautiful breasts and her rosy nipples, his erection throbbed beneath the blanket separating them. He pulled her down, latching on to one of her nipples with his mouth, sucking and licking the taut nub as Hannah gave soft little moans. He moved his mouth to her other nipple, paying the same close attention to it and making her writhe on top of him.
He didn't like the fact that she had jeans on. He wanted their naked bodies intertwined and he wanted to be pounding in and out of her as hard as he possibly could. The urge was almost overwhelming.
Before he could flip her on her back, she scooted down his body, easing the blanket away from his erection at the same time. He hissed as she looked up at him and ran her tongue along the length of his cock and fondled his balls. A deep groan rose from his throat as he watched her slip his erection into her mouth and felt her wet heat surround him.
Her tongue swirled around the head of his shaft and he almost couldn't think clearly with all the sensation concentrating in his groin. She was so good at sucking his cock that the only thing that could possibly feel better was being inside her.
As her head bobbed up and down as much as she could take of his length, she used one hand to work his cock while her other stroked, fondled, and squeezed his balls. She was so damn good he could already feel the power of his oncoming climax. It roared through his head like thunder and through his groin like a storm. She made soft purring sounds
that nearly sent him over the edge as he watched his cock going in and out of her mouth while she kept her gaze focused on him at the same time.
She purred again and black spots danced before his eyes and the thunderstorm roared through him. His hips bucked against her face and his come filled her mouth. She swallowed, using deep suction, drawing everything out until he could no longer take it and reached down to grasp her by her shoulders and draw her up his body.
Her jeans scraped his belly and her self-satisfied grin made him hard all over again.
She laughed when he flipped her onto her back and straddled her. He stared into her brown eyes and she surprised him by taking his cock in her hand again and stroking it alive and harder than ever.
“I'd say you're better.” She gave him a teasing smile. “But let's see just how well you really are.”
“You will find this king is more than hale and hearty.” Garran bent one of her knees and pushed her leg up high enough that he could reach her shoe. He flipped it to the side then peeled off her sock before releasing her leg and grasping her other foot and ridding her of her shoe and sock.
She watched him with the hint of a smile, as if amused by his aggression and how badly he wanted her naked. He quickly unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down with her underwear, stripping her naked within moments.
“Come on, you big, sexy king.” She reached for him as he knelt between her thighs. “Fuck me.”
By the gods, Garran wanted to drive his cock into her slick core, but first he wanted to taste her. A sound of surprise came from her as he hooked her legs over his shoulders, slid his hands beneath her ass, and brought her folds closer to his face.
Hannah gasped as he buried his mouth against her mound, licking her folds and sucking her clit with such intensity he could feel her orgasm close to the edge already.
No, he wanted to draw out her pleasure, fill her with even
more lust and desire to have his cock inside her. He raised his head from her folds and his gaze met hers as he plunged three fingers into her core.
With a cry she bucked her hips, straining to feel him deeper inside her and also bringing her mound closer to his mouth. “Make me come, Garran.” She groaned as he pounded his fingers in and out of her. “Lick my clit. Suck it.”
He flashed an amused grin, loving teasing her and making her desire him even more.
Hannah moved her thighs on his shoulders as she squirmed. “King or not, I'm going to kill you if you don't finish the job.”
With another grin he licked her folds, tasting her juices, smelling her feminine musk. She thrashed as he brought his mouth closer to her clit. He watched her as he ran his tongue along her folds, enjoying the flush in her cheeks as she gripped the sleeping bag in both of her fists.
When he could tell she was so close to the edge she was about to fall over, he sucked her clit.
Hannah cried out, her body trembling and shaking in his hands, her legs and thighs tightening around his shoulders. He watched her, felt her as her core spasmed around his fingers and she twisted as if seeking a reprieve, or more from him.
He could give her more.
Garran rose and moved his hands from her ass to grasp her behind her knees. He pushed her legs up so that her thighs touched her chest, her legs still over his shoulders.
Without waiting for her to catch her breath, he drove his erection inside her core and took her hard and fast. Gods, he could reach so deep inside her that he felt his cock touch her womb. She was so tight and slick and her core continued to spasm as if her first orgasm had never ended.
“Garran.” She grasped his thighs as he pounded in and out of her. “Oh, goddess.” Her voice was hoarse and tight. “What are you doing to me?”
“Fucking you.” He reached down and pinched her nipples,
causing her to cry out and tip her head back. “One of many times, many ways I will take you.”
She didn't argue as her breathing came in harsh pants. Sweat coated them both, their skin slick with it.
Her whole body started to shake, her eyes wide, and her lips parted as if facing an oncoming storm. He thrust harder, pinched her nipples tighter and she screamed. Loud enough that she could probably be heard through the entire warehouse. It pleased him to know that others would hear her and realize that he was staking his claim on her, making her his.
Her core clamped down on his cock and he could barely hold back his own orgasm. He wanted to draw hers out, make her pleasure so intense that it would border on pain.
“I can't—I can't—” Hannah said as she twisted and writhed in his arms. “Take much more. It's too much.”
“You
will
take more.” He would give her more than she thought she could handle and she would enjoy it. As his queen she would take everything he gave to her.
My queen?
He almost stopped his powerful strokes.
“Garran.” Hannah's face flushed even rosier, sweat dripping down the side of her face. “I—oh, goddess.”
He felt another orgasm building up in her with more intensity, more speed than the last. She brought her hands up and clenched his biceps, digging her nails into his flesh. She turned her head from side to side and her body shook in his arms. He thrust harder, pounded in and out of her deeper and faster.
Hannah seemed to fall apart. She cried out again, this time struggling against his hold as he took her. Her body jerked and thrashed beneath his and she made loud crying sounds that were pleasurable to his ears.
His restraint began to falter as her core clamped down on his cock, pulsing around him and pulling him closer toward his own climax.
For the first time while having sex with a woman, he grew lightheaded. The scents of sex, sweat, perfume, the feel of
his flesh slapping against her, their sweaty skin rubbing together, her nails digging into his arms—it was too much for him to take any longer.
Garran gave a shout of intense pleasure and ownership of this woman. All pleasure that had been centered in his groin burst out of him and spilled into Hannah. His cock pulsed, his come filling her with every stroke he made.
When it was more than even he could take, he released her legs and pulled his cock out of her core. He drew her into his arms as he lay down beside her and intertwined her legs with his.
Her breath came in harsh pants and she looked dizzy and exhausted. “You're definitely not ill anymore,” she said as she snuggled closer. “Considering you've been out for two days, I figured you'd be too weak to do much of anything.”
He braced himself on one elbow, shock coursing him, sending prickles under his skin. “Two days? I have lost two days?”
Hannah nodded as she met his gaze, her expression sobering. “You didn't move. Didn't twitch. I was worried about you.”
Garran pushed himself up to a sitting position and Hannah rose at the same time.
Two days?
What had he missed? How were his people doing without him? He had much to do with Carden's training before—before he used the power a third time.
And died.
HANNAH STARED AT GARRAN, so many emotions causing her chest to tighten. After the talk with everyone last night, she'd come back to the room and had slept next to his still form again.
It had irritated her that the D'Danann insisted on posting Fae outside the door. A pair of warriors stood guard now and Hannah didn't care that they had no doubt heard her and Garran having sex.
Garran shook his head as he pushed his hand through his now white-blond hair. “My people—the battle—Ceithlenn … What has happened during my … absence?”
“A lot.” Her stomach clenched and she shifted on the sleeping bags as she looked away from him. “We have so much to talk about.”
Garran caught her face in his hands and forced her to look at him. He looked grim. “From the beginning.”
Beginning? Goddess, it already seemed so long ago. “It started with all of the other witches scrying.” She brought her hands up to his wrists and pulled his palms from her face.
“You will scry again.” He clasped her hands in his. “Perhaps another mirror or some other divination tool. You are a D'Anu witch and you will continue to do as you always have done.”
The knots in her belly returned and she drew away from him and held one hand to her abdomen. “I've lost the only
divination tools I've ever used. And at least two of the Dragons have abandoned me.”
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
“When Ceithlenn captured me, I had just finished summoning the Dragons, my spirits, my totems.” Pain slammed into her so hard her head ached with it. “The Fire and Water Dragons made it clear they'd gone over to Ceithlenn's side.” She tore her other hand from his and clenched both of her fists against her temples and her voice caught. “The Air Dragon wouldn't help me. Only the Earth Dragon gave me some of its power.”
Hannah dropped her hands to her lap, her voice hoarse. “I don't know what I'm going to do, Garran. Goddess help me, I don't know what I'm going to do.”
Garran took her into his arms and she let him, let him fill her with the strength of his presence, like chardonnay flowing through her veins, relaxing her a little.
“We will win this war together, you and I.” Garran's words were spoken in a firm, resolute tone. “Together we are stronger and we will not let Ceithlenn destroy this city.”
Seeing Garran awake and well had pushed aside almost every other thought from Hannah's mind. Every question, every concern … everything she'd learned … everything that had happened.
Hannah pushed away from Garran's embrace, rolled over and got to her feet. His expression was puzzled as she stepped into her panties, pulled them up then grabbed her bra.
“How could you, Garran?” She kept her gaze focused on him as she reached around and fumbled with her bra hook. Bless it. Her hands were shaking. “How could you let that—that Guardian being give you the power to
kill
yourself?” She snatched up her T-shirt and held it in front of her, her hands still shaking. “And how could you not tell me?”
Garran's jaw dropped and he just looked at her. Hannah jerked on her T-shirt as she waited for his answer.
He slowly got to his feet, shock evident on his features. “You cannot possibly know this.”
Heat burned Hannah's cheeks as she yanked on her jeans one leg at a time. “Rhiannon and I went to see the Drow.”
Garran's muscles bunched as his body tensed. “You went alone to my realm?”
Hannah had scooped up her socks and she paused and narrowed her eyes. “The other witches scried about the Drow attacking us and believed you had used a dark power to transport the Fomorii someplace where they'll be able to attack us.”
She started to tug on her socks but went completely still as she studied Garran. His jaw was set, his eyes more a shade of steel than liquid silver. Anger rolled off him in tangible waves that made her shiver. “Is that what you think of me? That I would betray you?” he asked in a deadly quiet voice.
“In my heart … I—I trust you.” She fiddled with the socks and met his gaze. “I don't think you would do anything to hurt us. I believed that once you made your decision to help in this war against the Fomorii and Ceithlenn you would keep to your word. I still believe that.”
His expression softened and he walked toward her. She backed up and he looked confused.
“Even though I feel that way, I'm angry at what you've done.” She raised her voice and heard the tremors in it. “How could you do something that might kill you?”
He pushed his hand through his hair again and his eyes looked tired. In that moment she could see centuries of life in his gaze, proof that he truly was an ancient being, no matter how young he appeared to be on the outside.
The memory of the nightmare came back to her—of Garran lying sightless on the ground as rain pounded his body. She swallowed. The nightmare had been so clear and she remembered it as if she had been right there—feeling the rain on her skin, watching the carnage as the demons ripped apart humans and Ceithlenn absorbed the peoples' souls.
She blinked and found herself feeling an odd ache behind her eyes. “You can't use that power again. You
can't
.”
This time when Garran walked toward her, she didn't
back up. “Hannah,” he murmured. “What I will do … it will be the right thing.” He cupped her face in his hands and studied her as if trying to imprint her on his memory. The fact that he could die was like a punch to her gut.
She dropped the socks and pushed his hands away. “Don't you start giving me some kind of self-sacrificing crap.” She clenched her hands at her sides. The vision, her nightmare, and the feeling deep inside her belly told her more than his words.
Garran turned away, went to the pile of clothing and began climbing into a pair of jeans. “It is not for you to concern yourself with.”
“Like hell!” Hannah's whole body was on fire as she finished putting on her socks, unable to look at him. “You'll leave the people you care about, who care about you, and the people who need you as your leader.” She shoved her feet into her shoes. “Already your being out of it has screwed things up royally.”
“What do you mean?” He walked back to her, grabbed her by her upper arms, and forced her to look at him. “What has happened?”
“Some of your people attacked last night, that's what.” She placed her palms on his bare chest and pushed him away. “A lot of our own died—PSF officers and D'Danann—because of the Drow.”
Shock followed by outrage made his fair skin flush. “This is not possible.”
“A few of the Drow weren't killed and are locked up.” She jerked her thumb in the general direction of the cells. The heat in her body made her words sound harsh. “According to them, they were following Vidar's orders.”
Garran stilled. “Vidar?” The name was uttered like a curse. He fisted his hands. “Does he live?”
Hannah crossed her arms over her chest. “He's in one of the cells, too.”
“I will kill him.” Still clad only in jeans, Garran strode to his gear, grabbed his sword by the hilt, and drew it from its
leather sheath. The metal gleamed in the sunlight and the jewels on the hilt glittered.
“Stop.” Hannah blocked his way. “Two D'Danann warriors are guarding this door. Because of the Drow attack, they won't let you out of here until you've been summoned for questioning. And then they have to decide if they believe you.”
The fury in Garran's face was so great she took a step backward and bumped into the door.
“
You
fear me now?” Garran's knuckles whitened as he grasped his sword. “
You
do not believe me?”
Hannah moved away from the door and went to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her cheek against his chest. “I'm not afraid of you. And I believe in you.”
His body was so taut, so rigid. She held on to him even though she could feel the tremors his anger caused. She expected him to relax, to return her embrace, but instead he took her arms from around his neck and stepped back.
The loss of his touch made the knots in her belly tighter. Hannah's palms itched with the desire to spell him for pushing her away. Maybe she'd even make it so he couldn't move. That would serve him right.
She rubbed her forehead, trying to collect herself. These irrational thoughts were driving her crazy.
“I will not be held prisoner.” Garran brushed past Hannah and she could feel his cold, hard anger like ice against her skin.
“Wait.” She grabbed his sword arm as he jerked the door open with his free hand.
Garran shrugged her off as he looked from one D'Danann guard to the other. Each man had drawn his sword.
At that moment Garran looked more like a king than ever. His presence was arrogant, powerful, purposeful, with no fear in his eyes. Only anger and an expression that demanded respect.
“Escort me to Hawk.” A command.
“You must relinquish your weapon,” one of the D'Danann said without flinching.
Garran narrowed his gaze but handed the warrior his sword, hilt first. The men walked to either side of Garran and Hannah. The three men strode with the masculine grace of the Fae and Elves, but it was Garran who kept her attention. His long blond hair falling past his shoulders, the muscles in his back and biceps flexed as they walked toward the main part of the warehouse. The tight jeans molded his body, his bare feet silent on the concrete floor.
D'Danann and PSF officers watched him as he passed by with his escort.
When Garran, Hannah, and the D'Danann guards reached the strategy area of the warehouse, they came to a stop in front of Tiernan, Hawk, and Keir.
Hannah stepped to the side, prepared to defend Garran if she needed to.
Keir's expression was openly hostile, one hand gripping his sword hilt. Tiernan folded his arms across his chest. Only Hawk appeared casual as he leaned one hip against the map table and met Garran's gaze head-on.
“Explain why your people attacked ours.” Hawk's voice was even, but an underlying tone of anger tinged his Irish brogue.
“I cannot.” Garran looked to each man as if assessing them one by one. “If what Hannah said is true, and Vidar led this attack, he acted on his own.” Garran's jaw clenched. “I shall kill him myself.”
“How do we know you are telling the truth?” As a former Lord of the D'Danann High Court, Tiernan's voice was more cultured, refined, his expression more unreadable than Hawk's or Keir's.
“Did I not save the life of your mate, Copper?” Garran asked Tiernan. “Did we not fight side by side against the giant of Underworld and against the beasts fleeing the door to that foul place?”
“It was you and your warriors who helped let the godsdamn demons out,” Keir growled. “You allowed Ceithlenn to escape.”
“This is true.” Garran's expression didn't change and his powerful, kingly presence didn't diminish. “You also know that I realized I had made the wrong decision and turned the tide of battle against the beasts.”
“How many times are we going to go over that? It's history.” Hannah pushed her way forward so that she stood in the middle of the formidable men. “What is important is the here and now. I was in the Drow realm when we discovered what Vidar had done. His people had nothing to do with the attack.” She glared at each man and almost shouted, “So let's move on.”
She sucked in her breath. So much for keeping her cool.
All four men studied her. Tiernan finally nodded before speaking to Garran. “From the beginning, because of what you did for my mate, I have trusted your word. I trust it now, as well.”
“Then you are a fool.” Keir moved closer to Garran, crowding out Hannah. “Drow are naught but selfish, betraying bastards.”
“You're talking about my father.”
Hannah turned to see Rhiannon glaring at her husband, Keir. Her cheeks were red and her Fomorii scars white against her cheek.
His features and his voice softened, as they only did with Rhiannon. “But can the Drow truly be trusted?”
She moved closer to him and tilted her chin up so that her eyes met his. “Do you trust me?”
He turned from Garran and reached up to run his knuckles over Rhiannon's scars. “You know the answer.” She backed away from his touch and he frowned.
“Then listen to me.” Red still flushed Rhiannon's cheeks. “You're all wasting time posturing and acting like idiots when you should be taking care of the real offenders and planning together how to beat Ceithlenn.”
Keir only hesitated a moment before he released his grip
on his sword. He turned back to Garran. “For my mate I agree to allow you to continue working with us and for the Drow to fight by our sides.”

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