Dreams of a Dark Warrior

FORTY-FIVE

Declan gazed down at his mud-coated groin. “Little witch.” He dropped his handfuls, then lunged for her, scooping her against his chest to head for the stream.

He swung her up and tossed her in, following right behind her. She gasped, swiping hair out of her eyes as he dunked under and scrubbed the mud off his face.

“I warned you.” He snagged her wrist and brought her palm to his chest, wiping away the streaks. “You made this mess, you clean it up.”

She narrowed her eyes, no doubt to curse him, but his other hand on her breast silenced her. “I’ll be doin’ the same.” He brushed his thumb over her nipple, and her lids went heavy. When he released her wrist and cupped both breasts, she sucked in a breath.

A heartbeat passed, and another … “Damn you,” she whispered. Then, of her own accord, she glided her soft hands over his chest. With each stroke she uncovered more skin. Scarred skin. But she didn’t shy away. In fact, once she’d cleaned away the mud, she traced some of the marks, her gaze following her fingers.

I’d kill to know what she’s thinkin’.

With one hand, he began rubbing her belly, cleaning her as promised. With his other, he smoothed mud from her thighs.

She reciprocated, reaching down and sweeping her palms up his legs. His knees went weak as her hands climbed higher.

“How was your plan supposed to end?” she murmured, her fingers grazing just below his aching ballocks. Would she touch him there?

“With me makin’ love to you.” He began kneading her breasts.

Even as she arched to his hands, she said, “That won’t happen.”

“Then I’d call it a win if I get to pleasure you again.” He lightly pinched her sensitive nipples, making her sway. “I want to be a good lover to you.” Now that he’d discovered he could pleasure her, he wanted to excel, to be the best she’d ever had.

“And what about you?” She gripped his shaft with her palm, and he jolted upright. “Doesn’t this ache?”

Voice breaking low, he said, “Like the devil.” A slow stroke had him groaning, “That feels so good.”

“Just cleaning up the mess I made.”

“You keep doin’ that, lass, and I’ll add to it.”

She peered up at him with silvery eyes. “That’s a shame. ’Cause I had plans for this.” She gave him a squeeze.

If not to make love, then … His jaw slackened. She wants to go down on me?

Never had it been so important not to come. Gritting his teeth, he somehow kept his seed as she scrubbed him thoroughly.

Twice he almost spilled it—when she ran her thumb in circles over his cockhead, and when she firmly grasped his ballocks while she stroked. Before this night, he’d had no idea how much he would particularly enjoy the latter.

“There. All done,” she said in a throaty voice. “I’ll bet it’s so clean I could eat off of it.”

Brows drawn, he swallowed audibly. “One way to find out.”

Still holding him, she turned back toward the shore.

Regin had a mountain of a man naked on a bed of grass, with her kneeling between his legs, her palm cupping his shaft. And she wasn’t feeling so much played as powerful.

We won’t do more than scratch an itch, she assured herself. Just as Natalya and Brandr had done.

With his accent thicker than she’d ever heard it, Chase said, “Leadin’ a man by his cock, lass?”

His husky voice made her shiver, her nipples puckering even harder. She was melting for this wicked Celt. “That a problem?”

He shook his head gravely. “Can no’ think why that phrase has a negative connotation.”

Never taking her eyes from his, she bent down and ran her tongue over the swollen tip.

He exhaled a ragged breath. “Almighty.” A wet lick around the crown made him shudder.

He leaned up on his elbow to watch her, the muscles of his torso rippling. With his other hand, he brushed her hair back. “Want to see your beautiful face. Been waitin’ all my life to be with you like this.”

Her heart seemed to flutter. No, just scratching an itch.

Chase certainly didn’t think that. As she brought her lips over the head, she gazed up at his expression—dark brows knitted, gray eyes ablaze with yearning.

When she grasped the base of his shaft and sucked him deeper, he breathed, “Ah, fuck me,” and gods help her, she wanted to at that moment.

He drew his knees up, his hips subtly thrusting as he cradled the back of her head. His thighs were quaking, brawny muscles contracting. Already close.

She broke away to say, “You like this?”

“I hate it.”

She almost grinned. His reactions were seducing her all over again. The low rumbling sounds he made. The way he was so obviously struggling to hold out.

The hand on her head was shaking as he pressed her down for more.

Nothing had ever turned her on so intensely as this. Her nipples ached, her clitoris throbbing for release. She reached between her legs, stroking wet flesh, her eyes closing with bliss.

When she moaned around him, he rasped, “The only thing that could make this better is you comin’ on my tongue again.”

She blinked open her eyes in confusion. He’d pulled out of her grip, maneuvering her body to lie beside his until she faced his shaft—and he faced her sex.

With his fingers splayed tight over her ass, he gave a harsh growl, then buried his mouth between her legs. She could feel his hot breath, the desperate flicks of his strong tongue.

“Chase!” She almost went over the edge right then. When he raised one knee, rocking his hips toward her, she eagerly drew his length to her mouth again, suckling it with greedy pulls.

“Unh …” He groaned against her flesh and bucked to her lips.

But when she grasped his balls and tugged, he broke away to yell, “Ah, more o’ that! You’re makin’ me—”

She sank the claws of her free hand into his muscled ass, clutching him closer. He jerked in surprise, roaring, “God almighty! Comin’, Regin!” then returned to licking her madly.

Yes, yes, yes! Sucking harder, she ground against his tongue, beginning to come in a wet rush. She was screaming around his engorged shaft when he erupted, pumping his semen free.

Mindless with waves of pleasure, she drew him deeper, deeper. …