Winter Solstice: An Immortal Highlander Novella (Druid Series) (3 page)

She
blinked. “Excuse me.”

“Are you
deaf as well as daft? You cannae stay by yerself.”

With a
snort, she stomped on his foot. “I’ll have you know I’m very smart. I get that
I can’t stay by myself, but I have nowhere to go and no one to go to. So if
you’re done being all gruff and grumpy, I’d like to take a moment to absorb the
fact that magik is real and bad men are after me.” She looked to the side.
“Wait, what do they want with me?”

“My guess,
they’re wanting to use you in a timed ritual and sacrifice you to their gods.
It’s a verra dark mage thing to do. All the rage.” He rolled his eyes and waved
a hand in the air absently.

She
assumed he was joking. When he didn’t smile or laugh, her eyes widened. “You’re
serious!”

“Aye.”

She
grabbed hold of his hands. “If you even think of leaving me I’ll…I’ll…”

He
grinned. “You’ll what, lass?”

Chelsy
tried to think of something grand but came up blank. Gordon chuckled again and
bent his head, his lips coming right for hers once more. The kiss was packed
with passion yet chaste. When he released her, he pointed towards the back. “Go
directly upstairs. I need to do some things down here to protect you and then
I’ll come up.”

She touched
his chest. “Promise me you won’t just leave me.”

“Och,
lass, do nae think you’ll be gettin’ rid of me that easy,” he said with a grin.
“I’ll be up soon. Now off with you.”

Gordon
glanced around the upper hall, feeling with his magik to assure his spells of
protection coated the entire premise. Satisfied Chelsy would be safe from any
dark mage attempts to enter her building again, he tapped lightly on the door
to Chelsy’s apartment.

She opened
it and relief shone in her green eyes. “You kept your word.”

“Of
course,” he said, eyeing the entranceway. There was no way he could enter her
private residence without permission—a rather nasty side effect of the attack
he survived long ago. “Invite me in, lass.”

She pursed
her lips. “Okay, come in.”

He grinned
and stepped through the threshold. He went to her and took her hands in his.
“You’ve questions. Go ahead and ask them now.”

She
bombarded him with so many he wasn’t sure where to start. He lifted his brows.
“Lass?”

She bit at
her inner cheek. “Well, you said I could ask them. I’ve been thinking of more
and more as I waited up here for you.” Her eyes widened. “I kept thinking you’d
run off or those men would come back and hurt you.”

“I’m fine.
Dark mages do nae scare me. Even in packs. They amuse me more than anything.”

She
swallowed hard. “You’ve been alive a long time, haven’t you?”

“Aye, why
do you ask?”

“Because
you’re very ho-hum about it all. To me, it’s fascinating and terrifying all at
once. It’s also very overwhelming.”

He hadn’t
really stopped to consider her side of it all. He eased her towards the sofa
and encouraged her to sit. She did and he knelt before her. “You truly dinnae
know you come from a line of druids?”

She shook
her head. “No. My parents died when I was little and Grandma raised me. She
never once mentioned druids to me. She did talk a lot about vampires though.
Weird, huh?”

Gordon
stiffened. “Vampires?”

Her eyes
widened. “Wait. If druids are real, are vampires real too?”

“Yes,” he
said, careful to school his face.

She slid
closer to him. “Really? Do you know any?”

Her
enthusiasm surprised him. His lips curved into a smile. “As a matter of fact, I
do. Are you nae scared to know they roam freely? Does that nae frighten you?”

“Should
it?” she asked. “It should, shouldn’t it?”

Gordon
chuckled. “Yer verra odd.”

“Thank
you,” she said, putting her hands on his thighs. “And you’re very brave. You
stood up against those dark mage guys. Thank you, Gordon.” She leaned and
pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m sorry that I burned you with my hot chocolate
but I’m not sorry we met.”

He
stiffened and cleared his throat. If he didn’t do something to break the sexual
tension riding the air, he’d be riding her before long. As much as he wanted
to, something tugged at his gut telling him she deserved better than him.
Gordon sat back on the sofa, suddenly warm. That didn’t happen often.

He
unbuttoned the sleeves of his dress shirt and cuffed them. As he rolled them
up, Chelsy’s gaze swept over the many Celtic symbols he had tattooed upon his
skin.

She
touched one meaning eternal. “This is nice. What does it mean?”

“What
makes you think it holds any meaning?” he asked, liking her skin upon his.

She gave
him a knowing look. “Tell me about it. Please.”

“Means
eternal.”

“And this
one?” she asked, her fingers tracing another.

He lifted
his other hand and touched her hair. By Goddess it was soft. “Menw, the
experience of it.”

“What does
that mean?”

He
grinned, knowing it was a look that screamed he wanted sex. “Do you really want
to know?”

She leaned
closer to him. “Gordon?”

He tugged
on her hair, bringing her even closer. Her lips were near enough to kiss.
“Yes?”

“What did
those men really want with me?”

His lips
skimmed hers. “I already told you the truth of the matter, lass.”

“Thank
you,” she whispered, her body now pressed to his. “For not letting them
sacrifice me.”

“Aye, yer
most welcome,” he returned, drawing her mouth to his. He could resist no
longer. He tasted her lips on his and the darkness in him tried but failed to
rush to the surface. Gordon held it together as he slipped his tongue into her
mouth—this kiss slower than the others they’d shared. He wanted to explore her,
get to know every inch of her.

She melted
in his hands, pressing to him. Her tiny fingers began working the buttons of
his shirt open. He made no move to stop her as she bared his chest. She pulled
back and stared at him.

“You’re
covered in tattoos.”

“Aye,” he
said, attempting to cover them. “They’re not all something I’m proud of, lass.”

“No.” She
caught his hand, stopping him from shielding the markings from her. She bent
her head and shocked him by kissing one of the symbols, just above his heart.

Chelsy
couldn’t seem to stop the wanton feeling rushing through her as she kissed
another of the tattoos on Gordon’s body. The man was sinfully delicious. She
slipped her tongue out and traced it along one of the ridges of his muscular
chest. He stiffened and leaned back more, giving her even better access to his
body.

“Lass,” he
said, his voice shaky.

She
couldn’t stop herself. She didn’t want to. She’d never been so forward with a
man, so demanding. But, she wanted Gordon, and there was no way Chelsy would
look back on the moment with regret.

Moisture
pooled at the apex of her thighs, signaling just how much she desired the man.
He sniffed the air and grabbed her hips, pulling her up and over him. Chelsy
yelped and then laughed.

Gordon
grinned and a dimple formed on his cheek. She bent, kissing it. “I like when
you smile.”

“And I
like everything about you, lass,” he replied.

Boldly,
she sat up on him and tugged her sweater and shirt off. He stared up at her bra
covered breasts with nothing short of glee in his eyes. When his large hands
palmed them, Chelsy tipped her head back, letting him fondle her breasts. He
tugged at her hardened nipples and then reached around her, unclasping her bra.
He eased it from her and cast it aside.

Chelsy
should have felt bare, so exposed before him. She didn’t. She felt free and
right. She met his gaze and Gordon pulled on her shoulders. When she leaned on
him, he captured one of her nipples in his mouth. Moaning, she began to rub her
lower half against him.
  

Gordon
moved to her other nipple and Chelsy cried out as her pussy spasmed. He wasn’t
even in her and already she was on the verge of coming. She hurried off him and
he sat up slowly, his hand going to the front of his slacks. “Lass?”

Chelsy
undid her jeans and kicked them off. She then remained in place, standing
before him with nothing more than her silk panties on.

Gordon
came up and off the sofa with a roar, exciting her. He grabbed at his belt and
hastily yanked his slacks off. His long, thick cock sprang forth. Her mouth
watered.

No
underwear.

She shouldn’t
have been surprised. There was a hell of a wild streak in the man, even under
all the designer clothing. She smiled and moved forward, to her knees.

Gordon
gasped as she took hold of his cock. For a moment, Chelsy simply soaked in the
sight of it. She’d not seen many. Only a couple actually but neither of them
looked like this. This big. This long.

She gulped
and then licked a line down his shaft.

Gordon
jerked and when he spoke, it wasn’t in a language she recognized. He reached
down and put his hand into her hair. She smiled up at him before slipping her
mouth over the head of his cock. He tasted as good as he looked. Manly, yet
fresh and oddly, like power.

Gordon
stared down the length of himself at Chelsy on her knees before him. She was a
little minx. A wild cat. She eagerly sucked on his cock. Each time her mouth
moved up and down on him, he thought for sure his knees would buckle and he’d
lose control and come. The little lady had gifted fingers, running them the
length of his shaft as her mouth took him as deep as she could.

His balls
began to tighten and he jerked free from her lips. A wet popping noise sounded.
He bent fast and lifted her with ease. She weighed nothing. Chelsy gasped as he
spun her around and laid her out on the sofa before him. He went to his knees
next to it and tugged her panties down the length of her.

“My turn,”
he said.

Her eyes
widened. “Gordon, no. I’ve never had a man’s face there before.”

He
grinned. “And you’ve nae ever been hunted by dark mages afore. See, ‘tis a
night for firsts.”

She
giggled and opened her legs for him. Her sweet scent assailed him. He dipped
his head and licked her slit. It was already wet with her cream. Good. She’d
need it to fit his cock in her. She was tiny. So tiny compared to him he had to
be sure she was ready to receive him.

Gordon
opened her slit more and put his face to her core. He inserted his tongue into
her whole, needing first and foremost to taste her fully. Her vagina muscles
tightened around his tongue and his cock throbbed with anticipation of getting
to plow into her.

He eased
up some, his mouth going to her clit. He worked it gently with his tongue,
flicking it just enough to make her squirm. And squirm she did. When he thrust a
finger into her cunt, he thought she’d go right up and over the end of the sofa
to get away from him.

“Stop,”
she panted. “Feels too good. I can’t take it. Stop.”

He
chuckled into her pussy, adding a second finger to the mix. Chelsy arched her
back and stiffened. Her body convulsed and she cried out as her orgasm struck.
Gordon moved up and over her.

He stared
down the length of her as he held his cock in his hand, stroking it, preparing
to take her. By Daga, she was beautiful. All woman just as he thought she’d be.
He aligned his cockhead with her damp pussy.

Chelsy
tugged at him. He bent and put his lips to hers. She kissed him as he eased
into her cunt. It was so tight he thought it might very well thrust him right
back out. Somehow he managed to push in more.

Fuck.
She’d make him come if she didn’t loosen her hold on him. He kissed her
tenderly and squeezed her nipple between his first finger and thumb. Chelsy
returned the kiss and traced her hands over his upper arms. She broke the kiss
a moment.

“You’re so
big,” she whimpered.

“I know,
lass,” he offered. “I’ll stop. I’ll nae hurt you.”

She shook
her head. “Don’t leave me, Gordon. I need you.”

I need
you.

No one had
said those words to him before. Women told him they wanted him, desired him,
longed for him, but none had ever needed him. Not like Chelsy.

He eased
into her more and her body began to ease around him, enough for him to move in
and out slowly. He strained, hoping to keep away his pending orgasm. He’d only
just started. He didn’t want it to end. He never wanted it to end.

“Chelsy,”
he whispered.

Bucking
against him, she nearly made him lose control of himself. He wanted to do what
he’d never done with a woman in all his seven hundred years. He wanted to
release his seed in her, share himself, his essence with her.

He stopped
kissing her welcoming mouth and moved his kisses over her jaw as he continued
to pump in and out of her tight cunt. He met with the veins in her neck and the
darkness in him hammered at him, wanting to taste of her. It wanted more than a
simple suck and fuck. It wanted to claim her, to own her for all time.

His fangs
distended as he shoved balls deep into her warmth. Her pussy clenched around
his shaft, holding him, demanding he remain. He couldn’t stop himself as he bit
the tender flesh of her neck. Her warm, coppery blood filled his mouth and
slinked down his throat, invigorating him. It breathed new life into his
thrusts and he went at her like a depraved man.

Chelsy
clung to his arms, her fingers biting into his skin. It spurred him onward as
she panted and whispered for him.

“More.
Harder,” she moaned.

Gordon’s
power flared and foreign power greeted it. His cock twitched, wanting to empty
in her as her magik met his head on. The lass was powerful. More powerful than
he’d ever guessed. Her magik wrapped around him and his hers. It was as if
they’d been made for one another, even with his darkness there, hovering just
below the surface.

Gordon
forced his teeth from her neck and licked the spot. It healed instantly. She
tugged at him, pushing up with her hips as her cunt held tight to him. “Yes!”
she yelled. “Yes!”

His magik
refused to release its hold on her and hers didn’t seem like it was going to
end either. He’d heard of this, an ancient claiming, the sharing of power and
life forces. But that couldn’t be. To do so, Chelsy would have to be his true
love, his perfect match.