Aftermath (15 page)

“Braedon!” She leaped over the chaise and into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

His mouth claimed hers with a fierce possession before she could utter anything other than his name. But then no words were necessary as he told her with his mouth and his hands how he felt about her. He parted the seam of her lips with his tongue, ravaging hers with nothing less than impatient insistence. She moaned into his mouth, feeling like it had been an eternity since she had been in his arms, since she had tasted the warmth of his lips against hers.

Her dress ripped as he pulled it apart to reveal her breasts, then moved her so that her bottom rested on the top of the chaise. She gripped it and leaned back, allowing him access to her breasts. He bent and took one bud into his mouth, sucking it between his lips and flicking it with his tongue until she cried out, feeling the heat between her legs, moistening her, readying her for him.

“I have missed you. I have much to tell you, to apologize for. I have wronged you in—” She placed her finger on his lips to silence him. “Apology accepted. Knowing you want me is more than enough.”

“Feel how much I want you, faerie.” He stepped between her legs and rocked against her pussy, his erection hot, hard and straining against his breeches. She shuddered, the sensation nearly taking her over the edge. She palmed him, running her hand against the length of him.

“I need you inside me, Braedon. Please do not wait.” Jerking his breeches open, he shoved them down and teased her slit with his cock head, coating it with her slick cream.

“So wet. I’ve missed you.” He looked at her, his gaze hot, intense, his eyes darkening like a storm.

“Fuck me, Braedon. Hurry. I need you inside me.”

With a hard thrust he buried his shaft deep. She screamed and he gathered her buttocks in his hands, lifting her until her head rested on his shoulder. She held onto him while he lifted her on and off his cock, setting the rhythm, pulling her back and then thrusting her forward until she cried out and climaxed.

“Yes, faerie. Come on my cock. Let me feel your hot cunt gripping me,” he demanded, urging her ever upward into a tight spiral of need again.

He walked to the bed and deposited her on her back, not once ceasing his powerful thrusts in and out of her pussy. He held her legs up and pumped relentlessly, taking her close to the edge again.

“I love you, Trista. You are mine and always will be. Never again doubt that you belong here, with me, by my side. Tonight you will sleep in my bed, by my side, where you will remain for the rest of our lives.” He bent down and gathered her close, grinding his pelvis against hers, took her mouth in a kiss that was both tender and filled with the fires of passion. Relentless, he stroked her, at times tender, at times violently passionate.

Oh how she had missed his touch, this melding of their spirits. The look on his face as he took her shattered her soul. The naked, raw emotion she saw there, the glittering of emotion as he moved against her, was her undoing.

“Come for me, faerie,” he said again, this time pumping hard against her, coaxing her into another blinding orgasm as intense as the first that left her shaking and mindless with pleasure. He shuddered, groaned and came inside her, taking her with him in a wild storm that left her breathless and shaking.

When it was over, he pulled her next to him and wrapped his arms around her. She had never felt more secure or more loved.

“I thought you were going to let me go.”

He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back so she looked at his face. “You are mine, Trista. From the first moment I entered you, you were mine. You will always be mine and what is mine, I keep. You had my heart from that moment, though even I did not realize it then.”

“I did not know that.”

He laughed. “Neither did I. My heart was hard as my head, I’m afraid. Thank you for softening both with your love.” He picked up her hand and kissed her fingers. Her heart leaped at the tender gesture.

“Besides, you could be carrying my child. You think I would release you from our betrothal, knowing that my child could be growing within you?”

“‘Tis been done before.”

“You think I would do that?”

“I am sorry, Braedon. You would never dishonor me like that. I do not know what I was thinking.

Sometimes I do not think at all.” She laid her head on his shoulder, feeling guilty that she would ever assume he would treat her in such a manner.

“It is no wonder you think what you do of me. I do not blame you for imagining the worst. I did not give you reason to think I would honor any oath or that I would treat you fairly. I will spend a lifetime making it up to you.”

Tears pooled and she fought them back with a smile. “‘Tis not just you who are foolish at times. I too act before I think and make stupid mistakes, Braedon.” He rubbed her back. “Aye. ‘Tis true you are a bit high-spirited, Trista. You will need to learn your place.”

She smiled and looked up at him again, knowing this time he was teasing. “Is that so.” He grinned. “Aye. I fear there might be…discipline in your future.”

“I see. I will have to learn to tolerate such…discipline, then.”

“However,” he continued, “you will also have to teach me about these amazing powers of love that you seem to possess, for I have failed in the past in recognizing their strength. And for that I am sorry.” This time the tears pooled and fell as her heart filled with the enormity of her feelings for him. ‘Twas not every man who could admit his mistakes, or even admit his feelings. “I love you, Braedon, King of Greenbriar.”

“I love you too, Trista. Your love is what gave me the strength to fight the wizards. I have never witnessed such courage as I saw from you that night. You were willing to give up your life for Donny. I know many men who are not as courageous as you.”

Pride swelled within her. “Thank you.” She kissed him, pouring her love and magic into his heart, hoping he could feel it, could sense it. From the way his eyes glittered like sapphires, it seemed he did.

“I cannot promise to always behave,” she said, reaching down to grasp his cock, “but I will never let your life become dull and routine.”

His cock lurched to life under her hand and he winked. “I can tolerate a little misbehaving now and then, my faerie.”

About the Author

In April 2003, Ellora’s Cave foolishly offered me a contract for my first erotic romance and I haven’t shut up since. My writing is an addiction for which there is no cure, a disease in which strange characters live in my mind, all clamoring for their own story. I try to let them out one by one, as mixing snarling werewolves with a bondage and discipline master can be very dangerous territory. Then again, unusual plotlines offer relief from the demons plaguing me.

In my world, well-endowed, naked cabana boys do the vacuuming and dishes, little faeries flit about dusting the furniture and doing laundry, Wolfgang Puck fixes my dinner and I spend every night engaged in wild sexual abandon with a hunky alpha. Okay, the hunky alpha part is my real life husband and he keeps my fantasy life enriched with extensive “research”. But Wolfgang won’t answer my calls, the faeries are on strike and my readers keep running off with the cabana boys.

Jaci welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1056 Home Avenue, Akron, OH 44310-3502.

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