He covered her mouth with his own, drowning out her scream, as the pleasure went on and on....
But when she could take no more, he wouldn't let her stop. "Again!" His fingers rubbed her clitoris so fast it was like he'd put a vibrator against her.
"MacRieve, oh, gods!" And she climaxed so easily for him. He kissed her once more as she cried out against his lips.
He finally broke away to say, "Watch me coming for you. I want you tae see it." His shaft was throbbing under her fingers... he seemed in torment, his expression agonized as she worked his engorged flesh.
Then with a brutal yell, he began to ejaculate. "You madden me, Lousha. Madden me!" As his se**n spurted before her dazed eyes, he buried his face in her hair, groaning deeply, grinding his shaft into her fist as arc after arc of seed poured from him....
When he was spent at last, he drew her hand away. As they fought to catch their breath, he leaned his forehead down to hers. "That was why I keep pressuring you. I knew it would be this way with you. You pleasured me well, lass. Tell me I did for you."
She murmured, "You know you did."
He grinned. "Oh, aye, just wanted to hear you say it. And it will only get better between us."
She drew back, shaking her head. "We can never do this again - it was a mistake."
"Because I'm a Lykae? We're no' so bad, Lousha."
"This won't end well between our factions. The Valkyrie are ready to go to war." Already, Annika planned to storm Kinevane castle to retrieve Emma. They were to leave at dawn.
He gave a harsh laugh. "Again, the Lykae will no' war with Valkyrie, no' while I'm king."
"That's just it, MacRieve - you're not."
She spied a flare of hope in his eyes before he schooled his features. Earlier, she'd wondered how Garreth would feel about Lachlain's return. Would he be gladdened to have his brother back? Or angered that he'd be demoted to a prince?
She should have known Garreth MacRieve loved his brother. As much as the Lykae were known for their ferocity, they were also known for their loyalty.
"If I'm king or my brother is, there will be no war."
"MacRieve, the Valkyrie will get Emma back, and if Lachlain comes after her... he'll lose his life. Just when he's gotten it back."
14
Yesterday, a band of Valkyrie had gone to Kinevane Castle in Scotland to retrieve Emma, but had returned empty-handed.
Today, Emma had escaped by herself. She'd found her own way home, teleporting back to Val Hall, having somehow finally learned to trace.
Now, she lay in her little princess bed... dying. Something had attacked her, something with claws.
Lucia sat at the edge of her bed, gazing down through her tears at Emma - the niece she'd held as an infant and watched grow to womanhood. Emma's skin was ghostly pale, her body frail and bruised. All along her side ran long gashes, as if she'd been gored by an animal. The serrated flesh around them was angry with infection.
Though Emma was an immortal, she showed no signs of regeneration. Unable to keep blood down, she was wasting away from thirst. She muttered delirious ramblings about random things: their missing queen, an obscure rebel vampire king, wars she'd never been in.
At times, Emma had screamed that she was being put into a fire.
Lucia could do nothing but watch - and remember. Like Emma, Lucia had been a young immortal on the verge of death....
Emma's lids fluttered open, revealing frightened blue eyes. "Aunt Luce, am I dying?" The fear in her gaze. Lucia knew exactly what she was feeling.
"Of course not, sweet," Lucia said, choking back a sob.
Who could have hurt Em like this? When they'd asked her, she'd answered unintelligibly. Annika was beside herself with worry, inconsolable and casting the blame at Lachlain, but Lucia knew it was not him. Gentle Emma had faced something far more horrifying than even a crazed Lykae.
Em raised a hand to Lucia. "Please..."
When Garreth closed in on Emma, he lost a breath. My brother's claimed her. As well as Garreth could recognize his brother's signature, the beast within him recognized the mark as Lachlain's.
He truly was alive.
This should be a time of jubilation, but the relief he felt was replaced by dread. Lachlain's pale-haired little mate would not last the week.
If she succumbed, Lachlain would be lost all over again. Garreth's voice grew deadly. "Get her well."
"We've tried everything!"