His big body glowed golden in the firelight, his muscles rippling with power and strength that both excited and soothed her.
This man, this
Now and forever.
“You are my gift,” he said quietly. “The blessing I never deserved but could not live without.”
“You did live without me.”
“I survived without happiness, without pleasure. Every day of the six years we were apart, I ached for you. The years I believed you lost to me through death, I was little more than a shell. My one purpose with any meaning was to serve my brethren, but I had no hope of anything for
His words fell on her heart like rain on the parched summer ground. “Our future is what we make it. The past no longer has any bearing.”
“Do you truly believe that?” he asked. “You have forgiven me?”
“Yes.” She meant it with every fiber of her being, too.
He nodded and moved forward until he stood directly in front of her, his body heat reaching out to wrap around her like a touch. “This is the last time you will dress an English baroness.”
“I am a laird’s lady, but no baroness any longer.” He could not know how much that pleased her.
Ignore the sacred teaching and the lessons of the past at the peril of all Chrechte.
—ANCIENT CELI DI
“I still have my MacLeod plaid.” She’d kept it all these years and brought it with her from England, though she would never have admitted so before tonight.
He stopped, staring down at her, his expression arrested and lit with an inner joy she never wanted to see extinguished. “You knew.”
“What?”
“That you were still mine.” And he set about proving it by removing her clothes and touching her in ways only he had ever done.
This time, though, she was determined to do the same. Moments later, they both stood naked in the center of the room, his hardness jutting into the air between them, her body showing its own obvious signs of arousal, too.
Her nipples were pebble hard, tingling with the need for his touch and his mouth. She ached deep in her womb and moisture had gathered between her legs, the scent of her need obvious even to her human…or mostly human senses.
He sniffed at the air, inhaling deeply and smiling with a feral light in his blue gaze. “You are ready for me and we have barely touched.”
“I am not the only one.” She jutted her chin toward his weeping purple erection.
He growled low. “No, you are not.”
“That is a good thing.” To be together in their desire more amazing than he could ever know.
“Tonight we consummate our marriage and our mating.”
“Yes.” She reached up to kiss him, needing the intimate connection.
He did not hesitate to give it to her, taking control of the joining of their lips with gentle but inexorable force. His tongue swept inside her mouth and an image of his sex invading her body in a similar fashion flashed through her head.
She knew that image had not come from her. It was too intense, too aggressive…too
“Hmmm…” he hummed against her mouth.
She lost the thought she meant to pursue as his big hands cupped her backside and lifted her firmly against him. The feel of their naked flesh touching for the first time with the knowledge that they were legally bound sent chills of pleasure throughout her body, leaving goosebumps behind.
The sense of possessiveness emanating off of him wrapped around her and filled her with inexpressible delight, adding to her excitement. More images of lovemaking between them, her body wrapped in his, his nestled in hers, played like the most precious of dreams across her mental landscape.
She did not know how he was giving her these mental pictures, nor did she care in that moment. Seeing what he wanted, what he dreamed about, made her realize this physical connection between them was every bit as important to him as it was to her. That it went beyond the physical to souls intertwining.
She spread her legs, wrapping them around his hips, allowing Caelis to fit her body to his so his hardened sex rubbed against her most intimate flesh.
She saw an image in her head of her body taking his inside while she leaned back, her breasts completely revealed to his gaze, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. She shifted to make it happen, both of them groaning in deep pleasure as they connected in the most intimate way possible for the first time in six years.
The kiss broke; she knew not which of them made it happen, but she leaned back as she’d seen in her head, her breasts heaving as he made love to her standing.
’Twas the most incredible experience she could have imagined, his passion so honest and true, so tempered by emotion it could never be compared to the selfish, lustful groping she’d endured with the baron.
“You are mine!” Caelis shouted, his tone intense, his body straining hard and his eyes glowing as they did when he was
He swelled inside her. Already large, he grew so that she could barely move on his sex, her swollen folds stretched taut around his
“You are shifting.”
Sweat beaded his brow, his face contorted with his effort to control his form. “Nay.”
“Parts of you, surely.” No matter how misted the memory, she would not have forgotten if he had been this large six years past.
He did not answer, simply moving her on his huge arousal, causing her pleasure that bordered on pain. But no pain came and the pleasure only grew until it exploded through her and she screamed her completion even as he came inside her, his seed hot and strong as it pulsed against her cervix.
“My mate, my wife,” he said in the guttural tones of the
Her body shuddered, convulsion after convulsion tightening her flesh as clawed hands held her with intense care. His face did not shift, he did not grow hair…it was Caelis, but with the body of a near giant and the sex to match it.
“You will carry my child again,” he promised her. “And I will be there every day of your confinement.”
She had no breath for words with which to reply, but she could say the only three that mattered across their