The Morrigan: Damaged Deities (52 page)

Despite everything, she had been good to them and would be dearly missed.

Kade finished off the rest of the whiskey, determined that would be the last sad thought he had for the night.  He had too much else to be grateful for and a gorgeous goddess in his bed to make up lost time with.

“Better not drink too much,” Morrie muttered against the pillow.  She grinned with her eyes closed. “I have great expectations for you, you know.” 

Smiling wide, she turned over and stretched her arms over her head, arching her back so that her glorious breasts were offered up to him. 

How had Kade lived so long without those breasts and the feisty goddess attached to them?

Setting the glass down on the side table, he stood up and stalked over to the bed, sliding his hand up her thigh and hip as he drug his tongue up her ribs, the under-swell of her breast, ending with a flick of her hard, little nipple.

Morrie groaned with pleasure as he took the bud into his mouth, rolling it with this tongue.  She buried her fingers into his hair and held him close to her. 

Sucking hard, Kade let it go and trailed wet kisses up her neck.

“Ye need no’ worry about me, love,” he purred against her ear, nudging her legs apart with his thigh as he settled between them. 

Her hot sex was already wet again for him, pressed against his cock.

“I have a couple thousand years o’ yer body due tae me,” he shoved his shaft inside her, both gasping at the fullness of their connection. “And I’ll be taking my due again and again.” 

He punctuated each word with a thrust. 

The beauty’s hips matched him move for move, her sex clutching his cock with a tight possession. 

It was the drug he’d longed for, the heaven he’d missed. 

Legs falling to the side to open her completely to him, she dug her nails into his ass cheek, drawing him in as far as he could go.

Bodies writhing in rhythm, Kade filled his hand with her soft breast, kneading the milky mound. 

The closer they drew to climax, the more maddened his mind became so that all he could do was mutter his love for her in Gaelic, peppering her skin with his kisses. 

Both hit their peak at the same time, two souls melded together long, long ago so that they seemed to act and move as one. 

Slowly calming from their efforts, Kade remained inside her, staring down in wonder as he gently stroked her hair. 

But there was something he needed to say to her, needed to know her response.

“I need tae know lass…” She gave him a questioning frown. “I need tae know that this time will be different.  You and I, I know we’re no’ the same people as we were before.  This world has changed and it’s changed us with it.  But I need tae know that this time we’ll be open and honest with each other.  We’ll be partners.  I understand ye’re a goddess and not subject tae any moral laws, but our love must be yer guide.”

“Would you do it all again?” she asked him and in her eyes he saw his love reflected.

“What, lass?” he asked, his throat thick and full of emotion. 

Because he knew what she meant, he just wanted to hear her say it.

“To go through life apart, to endure that hell again…,” her little brow creased, her own questions weighing heavily on her. “Would you do it again to be together?  Because I would.  Because I am tied to you, forever fated to be yours.  And yes, we will do this together, as partners, as equals.  But I’m curious, would you do it all again?”

“Aye, Morrigan,” Kade answered her. “I’d die a thousand deaths tae be with ye.  And I’d wait a thousand more years.”

Because some things were worth waiting for. 

Even crazy goddesses.

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Kennan Reid is an American writer from the San Francisco Bay Area where she lives with her husband in a house overrun with pets.

When masquerading as a normal person, she writes young adult novels as Kelly Riad.
 
Her other works include Always Me, Return to Arèthane and Prince of Arèthane.

For more information on Kelly’s young adult fiction, visit kellyriad.blogspot.com.