Shatter - Sins of the Sidhe (15 page)

Knock, knock, knock
.

“Go away.”

“‘Tis Ava, love. Please let me in.”

“I said go AWAY!”

The door opened anyway, even though it was locked. Stupid magic. Rowan was sitting on the toilet, eyes red-rimmed with snot running out of her nose. She looked like a hot mess.

“Ah, there now love, you’ve nothing to worry over.” Ava quickly started blotting the tears away from her face and stroking Rowan’s arm. “I said you had powerful magic in you, and I was right. I usually am you know. But this isn’t something to be afraid of. You’re still you, only now you’re
more
.” Busying herself by fussing over Rowan’s teary face Ava continued, “You’ve bonded with the Druid.”

“Yes, we covered that already. We bonded. Twice, as you so astutely pointed out.”

“Och! I don’t just mean bonded like had-a-go-in-the-fields, love. You’ve claimed him for your own.” Rowan studied the woman’s face and tried to figure out her meaning.

“Certain half-Sidhe must go through a type of sacrifice to become one of the Fae. You can’t have something for nothing you know. For you, your sacrifice was the whole of you – all your secrets, fears, desires, everything that you’ve locked up tight for too many moons. You’ve spent so long building up a fortress, staying in a closed circle of few friends, with no husband, no children, no one to love or love you back. You were so sure that you were to spend your life alone you locked yourself away before life did it to you first. You are
more
, Rowan. And you deserve more. You have been hiding from yourself for too long, love. You’ve blinded your eyes from all the other things that you can see if you
just looked
. The souls can see you dear. You have a purpose. You’d understand it better if you open your minds’ eye and take a look.” She turned Rowan around to look in the mirror. “Now, aren’t you a vision?”

Now that she’d slightly calmed down, and her face was fixed and snot and tears wiped away, Rowan was able to look at herself fully and take it all in. Her hair was thicker, skin smoother, lips pinker. Her eyes looked like two bright emeralds glittering in the light, unless you got closer, then you saw that they were swirls of all shades of green melding together like the fairy hill she was just laid out on. Rowan stared at her hands and saw that all her burn scars were gone; it was like she’d been remade.

“What does this mean Ava?”

“Och, I think you know very well what this means. You have old magic in you, love. Maybe it took a Druid to unlock your doors, or maybe it just took love. Either way, you are now half-Sidhe. And that has some big advantages which are necessary for what you have been charged with doing.”

Ava helped her out of her clothes so she could take a shower. Rowan was still small, but didn’t feel that way anymore. Stepping back Rowan ran her hands down her body, all felt the same but not. It was weird and exciting and scary. Trailing a hand down herself towards her nether region
,
she let out a gasp. She was suddenly hot and aching. A wave of desire slammed into her, through her, and out into the living room. She needed Devlin. Needed him inside her with an ache so strong she sank to the floor and moaned with the pain of it.

Looking down at the helpless ball of nerves on the floor, Ava knew that feeling well and almost pitied the poor girl. Almost. Smiling in remembrance of breaking into her own Sidhe-side, Ava opened the door and shouted for Devlin. He came running in and stopped in his tracks when he saw his woman on the floor. Sinking to his knees, he quickly grabbed the quivering body that was Rowan. Without another word, Ava shut the door and left the two lovebirds alone.

“By Danu! What’s wrong? Are ye hurt?”

“Devlin,” that was all she could squeak out. Her eyes rolled back in pain and agony took over her face as she tried to reach for him. “I need you,” she whispered.

The ache inside her was so great she let out another groan and curled tighter on the cold floor in pain. She was crying from being so overwhelmed, it was like her body could do nothing but ache for his touch. Sensations and urges rolled through her body and out into the room. She was all but blinded and choking on the lust consuming her now. It hurt. It blinded. It paralyzed. Gasping, Rowan felt like she was going to combust if he didn’t take her soon.

“I need you inside of me, please…” she strained to whisper.

Och, she was a puddle of the purest lust. Never in all his days has Devlin seen the likes of it. The woman was molten lava sizzling and burning as she reached up to grab him. Her skin was burning and soft, she smelled like sweet honeysuckle on a hot summer night.

She didn’t have to beg… much. His need to be inside her felt almost as great as her own and he was made senseless with the urge of it. Not wasting another minute, Devlin scooped her up and propped her onto the countertop. The energy in the bathroom swirled around them, growing into a tornado of sinful pleasures. It was getting harder to breathe, harder to think. All they could do was act on their impulses.

Standing between her quivering thighs, he dropped his pants. There was no time for anything else. Positioning his shaft onto her hot, wet center, he drove himself inside her burning entrance until there wasn’t an inch left to spare. Rowan cried out and slammed her head back against the mirror drowning in a sea of pleasure. She was so wet and tight he let out a growl of his own. His muscles bunched and he pulled her closer to the edge of the counter for a better angle. With his size and her small frame, it was a miracle he didn’t snap her in half. Yet she managed to take him fully with no problem. Sliding out and then rocking up and in, he hit all those secret pleasure points that many women didn’t even know they had. The result was of epic proportions. The force of her climax was like a Tsunami of erotic waves. Going, going, going there was no end to Ro’s orgasms and she cried out from the sheer torture of it.

Devlin began losing control of his rhythm and he panicked with the need for more of her. This wasn’t enough. He wanted more, more, more. Acting on instinct, he pulled Rowan’s hair, exposing her tilted neck, and bit her hard.

Hot, sweet wine rushed into his mouth as he took her. He drank greedily while Rowan held his head in place and clenched her thighs hard around his middle, bringing him closer to her. Breaking free from her neck, he claimed her mouth and all his hate, rage, regrets, and desires, poured down her throat like a fine heady wine. Her inner fires consumed it all and burned for more. His orgasm came with a vengeance. By Danu, the man hadn’t cum with such force in all his life. Spilling his seed into her once more, they almost slid down onto the cold tiled floor and he had to use what little energy he had left to stay standing.

Slowly, slowly, slowly Rowan released her legs out of the lock they held Devlin in. Everything was tingling and buzzing and she felt light-headed. She felt so much better now. The pain was gone and all that was left was nothing but good vibrations echoing through her body.

Devlin slid down to the floor, knees bent to his chest; he leaned back against the cold wall and tried to take in air. The rush of their lovemaking had his head swimming and magics thrumming. He’d never felt something so strong before. It was almost suffocating. His pants still down around his ankles, boots still laced, he seriously should have been more thoughtful in how he’d taken her.

Rowan breathed deep and smiled. She felt a thousand times better, stronger, and freer. She hopped down from the counter like an agile cat and ran the shower for them. Feeling something tickle her neck she swiped and came away with red, wet fingers.

“Devlin.”

He looked up at her, the color running from his face. “By Danu, what I have done?”

He hoisted himself up to look at her marred neck. Blood was slowly seeping out of two puncture wounds he most surely put there himself. Sick with grief for having hurt her, he tried to turn from her gaze and hissed in self-disgust. His eyes burned as he fought back the misery that was bound to seep out of them. How could he have hurt her in this way? Been so savage? What was wrong with him? And here she was, the sweet lass, rubbing his arm and consoling him when she should be bashing him in anger. He was a boar.

“Devlin, look at yourself in the mirror.”

Nay, he couldn’t bear to look at himself. Shaking his head, trying to not speak for fear of sounding weak, he pushed away from her. She sauntered over to him, naked and full of fire, and grabbed his face with her hands forcing him to look at his reflection. Fangs. The man had fangs as bright and shining and sharp as Adam’s. By Danu, what the hell has he done?

Rowan started laughing. The feisty wee sprite was truly laughing at him. He was going to be sick and she was amused. “I dinna see what’s so funny about this woman.” He was mad.

“Oh it’s funny alright. That, Mr. Man,” she said, pointing at his teeth, “might be what you call the ultimate karma payback. I’m pretty sure you’ve just
bonded
yourself to me.” She was all smiles and kisses.

It was a day full of surprises. Devlin did not like surprises.

Rowan coaxed her shaky man into the shower with her, her neck was almost healed by the time the water was hot. While she lathered him up, starting with his back, she explained what Ava had shared with her. “You had to sacrifice a part of yourself to
become Fae.”

Devlin just shook his head. Fae is one thing, but he’d turned into a Sidhe, the most powerful type of Fae. How the fuck was a Druid supposed to be a Sidhe? As far as he knew, you can’t be both, and he was the last Druid that walked the earth. This can’t be right. He felt numb and stared at the wall. He rolled his tongue over the sharp points of his new fangs. They were made to feed on the blood of others, to gain power and energy and were found only in Sidhe Warriors. Devlin trembled at the memory of Rowan’s taste in his mouth. He felt the pulse of her blood beating in his body even now. It felt like new life was surging inside him and it felt good. He couldn’t help but feel the pull of its magic; it was a rushing of energy unmatched by anything he’s ever experienced. It made him want more.

Rowan stayed quiet for a few moments, sliding around to his front, she stared up at him with resolve. The Fates had a plan for them, she had to believe it. She said as much while the water washed away their worries.

Devlin had to agree with her. Aye, the Fates must have a plan for them. ‘Tis not luck or perfect timing that brought them together. There is no such thing as coincidence. Leave it to the Fates to make you pay a price for getting something you didn’t even know you wanted. Devlin stared down at Rowan and realized that there was nothing he wouldn’t sacrifice if it meant being hers forever. He should have been scared at that fact, but he wasn’t, it made him feel stronger.

Looking down at the wee sprite all dripping wet and slick with soap, he had to brace himself between the tile and glass walls. Desire came crashing down on him like a pile of bricks and he doubled-over from the pain. Rowan’s eyes instantly flared in response to his sudden need. Another surge of magic swirled in the hot steamy shower, churning them into mindless lust and greedy needs once more. Feeling his hunger for her, Rowan matched it with fervor. On a moan, she sank to her knees going face to face with his large, hard shaft.

Looking up at him, the water cascaded down her face and body, she was a deadly vision. Och, he’d come undone with that look of hers as she opened her mouth wide and slowly took him in. With a hiss, his head lashed back and his hips jerked from the sensation of her hot mouth on his shaft. She took it all. Every. Single. Inch.

Starting slowly and growing faster, her rhythm sent him spiraling down into an abyss of raw pleasure. The man was seeing stars. He’d not last long in this state. As if sensing his release coming closer, she grabbed him by the arse with one hand and started stroking his balls with the other. Gods, the wicked siren was insatiable. He braced his arms on the sides of the shower and held on for dear life as his seed spilled into her mouth and down her throat.

Yanking free from her clutches, he hoisted her up and pinned her to the tile wall. She giggled at seeing the state he was in – no doubt proud of herself for putting him there. He squatted down, lifted her onto his shoulders and slid her up the wall with nothing but her sweet sensitive mound in his face. Thankful for tall ceilings, he braced his legs, so as to not slip on the wet shower floor, held her hips to steady her balance, and began to slowly lick her pink folds. Eye for an eye, tit for tat, the Druid would balance the scales. Finding the pleasure spot, he suckled and licked and flicked his tongue until she was writhing and careening down her own spiral of bliss. As the last of the aftershocks subsided, he lowered her slowly to the floor.

The hot water had run out and they were left with a spray of coldness that only barely cooled the heat between them. They managed to finish washing up and then dried off – nothing short of a miracle the way they were behaving. Devlin showed Rowan what room was to be hers and then stopped himself in the doorway. He picked up her bag, which was waiting on the bed in the spare room, and pulled her into his own room down the hall.

“I canna bear the thought of going to sleep without ye, lass.”

Rowan gazed up at her strong warrior, yes
hers,
reaching up to hold his face. His whiskers were coarse under her touch and it sent a tingling sensation down her arms. He was so tall, so strong, so unbelievably wonderful. Smiling, she brought his head down to hers and kissed him gently.