Cursed (7 page)

She would have to go to vital statistics and
find out who owned this land before her ancestors. She could feel
something inside of her bones and Addie being Addie. She wanted to
solve the puzzle.

Never-the-less until then she was anxious to
see Conall, to tell him of her day and discuss with him what they
were up against. She was in search of a man or demon who contained
a cursed secret that could set her ancestors free. And if she could
find a way to release Conall and bring him back to his human state,
she would consider that icing on her cake.

Just as she shut her eyes, her phone went
off. She looked to her caller ID and saw Steven’s number.

Grumbling to herself, she answered the phone,
“What the Hell do you want, Steven?”

“Well, good day to you to, Addie,” he said,
in a sickeningly sweet tone.

Sighing internally she replied, “Steven it is
almost midnight here.”

“Here? Where are you?” he demanded.

“None of your business, Steven. Just say your
peace and let me get back to sleep!”

“I had a thought that you would have calmed
down by now. Perhaps I will call you back tomorrow, and you will
not be so surly?” he asked.

“Steven go to Hell and take Stacy with you! I
am so glad you banged that slut, and I was privileged to witness
the event…..."

He interrupted her by saying, “Yes, yes, that
was bad form of me, but she seduced me, and I think we need to
talk. We love each…”

Pulling the phone away from her ear in
disgust, she saw it was nearly midnight. Not caring what he thought
or felt she hung up on him and shut the mobile off. She did not
want to listen to her ex-pig any longer. Not when there was a
delicious Highlander waiting for her upstairs!

Chapter Eight

Conall was awaiting her presence in the room,
and was about ready to shout-out. He wanted his lass with him here
and now. Just when he was ready to bellow the house down, she ran
into the room and launched herself into his arms. It was the most
magical, compelling feeling of his experience.

“I missed you, Conall,” she whispered against
his neck.

“Ach, lass, ye feel sa right within me arms.
It has been a torture tae watch ye leave the house and no' protect
ye. There be demons out there ready tae snatches a pretty gel like
ye away from me.”

“I am always careful, Conall, and speaking of
demons, I have met with the coven of the fern this very day…”

“Ye met with those heathens? Nay, never shall
ye see ‘em again. They be of the same cloth of the man who cursed
me ‘ere. Ye be well? They dinna’ hurt ye?”

He turned her around and around searching for
any harmful doings.

“No, Conall, they did not hurt me,” Addie
said, sighing the last word.

Her eyes seemed to downcast and Conall could
not help but feel a sudden pinching in his stomach.

“Wha’ be the crisis, Addie? Ye says they
dinna’ hurt ye, sa why are ye teary?”

“I am not teary, Conall. I am just tired and
upset. My ex-boyfriend, Steven, tried to call me. He was upset over
our break-up. He wants to work things out...” her voice trailed off
at what he was sure was the look in his eyes.

Conall went stock still with anger. The pup
tried to call his woman, to barter her body into his bed no doubt.
Not while he walked this earth as a man or soul. No other man shall
touch his beloved’s body. Even the thought of another man simply
kissing her hand sent a flame through his veins that could not be
halted.

“I shall break his neck and slit his under
belly. He will never lay a hand on ye again!”1

“Conall,” she whispered.

However, he did not hear her. He placed his
mouth to her lips and ravaged the plump flesh. She tasted of
passion and fire. It was a delicious combination.

She was pliant within his arms. Her body was
turning into melted sweets. She was groaning into his mouth,
turning his own body malleable with want and desire.

“Conall,” she whispered again, as he turned
his attention to her bust line.

He had been shocked the first time he saw
Addie in current fashion clothing. He knew women now wore tight
clothing with breeches made of stiff cloth or dresses that ended
well above the knee. However, it was still disconcerting and
arousing to see his intended in a tight linen shirt that outlined
her breasts, pants that looked to be second skin and shoes that
seemed to raise her stature.

Even now as he explored her body with his
hands, he was glad that she was not wearing a corset with stays and
petticoats. The layers of clothing from long ago would not allow
him to feel her warmth and flesh without taking off multiple
linens.

He groaned as he lifted the bottom of her
shirt to find warm, silky flesh underneath. Her body began to
wiggle against his, which sent his burgeoning cock surging against
his kilt. He was feeling bereft without her perfect flesh next to
his, so he removed her shirt quickly and hitched his breath within
his breast, for she was not wearing any cloth beneath.

Her perfectly rounded breasts heaved with
flushed excitement. Her rosy nipples pebbled under his intense
stare.

“Conall, you are staring,” she stated, as she
lifted her hands to cover her breasts.

“Donna’ co'er yer'self. Ye be beauty
embodied. I long tae see yer flesh in daylight, and when ye do come
tae me, I hunger tae touch ye.”

He looked deeply into her eyes and found
uncertainty. Cursing himself a fool he asked, “Wha’ bothers ye,
sweetin’? I can see within yer eyes tha’ ye be troubled.”

Addie placed her hands over her sweet flesh
and cleared her throat, “I am concerned over the fact that you are
the cursed fiancée of my deceased relative, the woman I was named
after. I feel uncomfortable with that knowledge.”

Conall weighed his options. He thought of the
possible consequences of telling her the truth that she was the
reincarnation of his long-lost love. She was in-fact Addie. She
just could not recall her past life with him. Would the knowledge
send her into flight, and to-never return to his arms? That thought
alone sent his heart into a peak.

So he looked into her eyes and said, “Addie,
me Addie, perished years ago. She fell tae her death from tha’ vera
window. Ye may be her namesake, bu’ ye also stir somethin’ within
me tha’ I ‘ave gone withou' fer far too lon'. Donna’ think overtly
much abou’ our circumstance, we were destined, Addie. Trust in yer
feelings an’ in mine.”

He hoped she would listen to his plea and
take his words for face value.

He watched as she processed his statement and
then exhaled as she nodded her head.

“I do feel something for you, Conall. Whether
it is simple lust or something else, I do want to help you, and I
do want to be with you. I will strive to go with my heart, because
it tells me that you and I should get to know one another.”

Feeling much relieved at her words he moved
towards her face and cupped her wee cheeks within his hands, and
whispered, “Then me dear, kiss me.”

She groaned at his command and kissed him
quickly and hotly.

Her hands moved from her breasts and into his
long hair, he then cupped her and felt her nipples pebble under his
touch.

He was able to curb his want of penetrating
last time they almost coupled. He was in wonder as to whether he
could do so again.

She was an intoxicating woman who smelled of
vanilla and sweets. Her skin was silk and warmth. Her eyes were
bewitching, and he wanted to lose himself within her and never
retreat.

He had felt this way before about Addie long
ago, but the feeling was slightly different now, there was more of
tenderness to their situation. In contrast, there was also a
desperate need to make her his at any cost. That was the reason he
just omitted her past to her. He did not want to lose her, not
again. He could not describe in words his feelings for Addie at the
moment for he had no real notion what they were. He knew he loved
her. He had loved her for centuries, and always would.

This woman in his arms was Addie, and yet she
was not. It was an intoxicating combination that led his cock to
stand at her attention, waiting and wanting to receive her
innocence. However, she had stated her intent to stay a virgin
until their wedding night, and he would respect her wishes, even if
it killed him in the process. He wanted her first time to be as his
wife, so he would give her mind shattering pleasure without sinking
his cock into her cunt.

He took her by the arms and laid her upon the
floor and began to ravage her mouth once again as his hands
wandered over her body.

Her breeches were itchy and in his way, so he
stripped her out of them, realizing she was naked beneath the
cloth. The fact that his woman came to him bare save her shirt, and
pants was…startling and arousing.

“Ye be a clever, lass. Ye drives me body tae
madness. I want tae sink me cock inta yer pussy and feel yer warmth
grab me greedily. I want ye tae thrust yer hips in time with mine.
I wan' yer mouth upon my cock as I tangle me fingers within yer
hair and show ye how tae please yer man. I wan' tae do all o’ this
with ye for the rest o’ our li'es, Addie. I ken we just met, bu’ I
ken me want ye with me fer as long as I ha'e. Will ye give us a
chance at happiness?”

He held his breath within his chest as his
hands roamed her body. He wanted her as his wife, but she needed
time yet. For now, he would be pleased with her acceptance for a
relationship.

He delved into her dark eyes and wondered as
to what she was thinking. About ready to plead with her to love him
as much as he loved her, she said, “Oh, Conall, I know this is
against my better judgment, but I do feel something for you as
well. I am very confused, but I do know that I want to explore this
feeling with you. So, yes, I will stay with you and help bring you
back to a living plane. I have….I, uh, have a few ideas on what we
need to do to achieve that end I cannot help but feel fate has
intervened, and we should take a chance.”

Breathing heavily out, he crushed her lips
under his in a kiss of pure love and slight desperation. She agreed
to stay with him, to help him. He could not have dreamed or wished
for a better outcome. She was not engaged to him as of yet, but,
with time, she would be his bride, just as she should have been all
those many years ago.

With their vow sealed by a tender kiss, he
began to explore her sensuous naked body with sure hands.

She moaned and clawed at his back, requesting
he desist, asking him not to stop. Moaning his name, she used her
own hands to wonder over his body.

Feeling a lust within him so strong he made
his way to her sweet slit and opened her to his gazing delight. Her
curls were wet, and her clitoris was swollen and throbbing. She
looked delicious, and he could not wait to sample her flavor.

Just as before, she was sweet and beyond
compare. Her hips jerked under his ministrations. He had to lay a
hand across her belly to keep her from bucking him off.

Her twat was pink and perfect and terribly
delicious.

“Conall, Conall,” she repeated.

It would seem his lady love was beyond
coherent thought, which was exactly where he wanted her.

He moved away from her beckoning pussy to ask
her, “Wha’, angeal? Wha’ be it ye want, wha’ do ye need?”

She moved her head up and looked deeply into
his eyes.

“I need. I need.”

Chapter Nine

Addie was so hot and ready for him that she
could not tell him in any specific terms what she needed from him.
He had stated that he wanted to have sex with her. In graphic
terms, and instead of being disgusted, she was highly aroused. She
wanted to have sex with him here and now, and forget her chastity.
However, he had also stated that he wanted her to stay chaste until
she was married, and as never before that was, very important to
her.

She looked deeply into his eyes and saw
understanding. They would go no further than heavy petting this
evening.

Still feeling deceptive about not telling him
of her journey into town and her learning’s of the day, she shut
her mind off to nothing, but the pleasure he could give her.

So she answered him in the most graphic
detail she could come up with, “I want you to soothe the pain in my
pussy. I want you to place your mouth and hands upon me as you did
the night before and bring me to an orgasm that will have me
wetting your face with my cum. And then I want to kneel before you
and take your cock into my mouth where I will lick and suckle you
until you cum. I want for both of us to be so satisfied that I will
find a peaceful rest tonight.”

Seemingly fueled by her words, he placed his
hands upon her slit and opened her again, and attacked her full
tilt. It was an amazing feeling. His head was dark in contrast to
her delicate skin. His long hair and faint sheen of whiskers
tickled her thighs. He was as masculine as a man could get, who
also wore a kilt.

She felt his tongue begin to weave its magic,
and his clever fingers pluck her into a desperate tune. Her hips
became frantic to buck him off, but her pleas, begged him to
continue.

“Conall, Conall, please…” she cried out.

“Cum fer me, sweetin’. Cum sa I can taste ye
upon my tongue,” he replied.

Feeling her orgasm come upon her swiftly, she
screamed out her pleasure as she felt her cum wet his face.

He kept kissing and licking her until the
last bit of her orgasm was wrung from her body.

When she opened her eyes, she saw him, above
her, smiling in triumph. He was excellent at pleasing a woman, very
good.

She leaned up and pushed him onto his
back.

Watching his eyes go dark with hunger, she
placed her lips upon the tip of his cock and moaned at the flavor
she found there. If a man could get any bigger or taste more
delicious, she did not know.