Celtic Fury (23 page)

“Brielle, ye
’
are so beautiful,” he said gently rotating his hands against her, feeling her nipples like hard little pebbles jut into his palms. Placing her hands on his chest, she leaned in to kiss him deeper this time. His tongue stroked against hers and Rory’s heart beat quickened, pounding against his ribcage.

Brielle could feel the life force beating strongly and she
placed a hand over his breast
. She
said, “Ooh, Ruiri, yer’ heart …
I can feel it…
”

He smiled into her face and said, “Aye lassie…ye
’
make it pound hard.”

She kissed him and said, “Oh…and what else
do I make
hard?”

He grinned and said, “Brazen witch
!
” He took her hand and placed it against his thickening cock. As her cool fingers flexed around it, she felt him jerk slightly. He moaned at her touch, saying her name.

“Ah, yes, Warrior
, I thought so
. So big and hard indeed. I tried to wait for ye
’
, but it was so comfortable to be in your big bed, I fell asleep.” 

“I know, lass. There was much to do. I am sorry to have wakened you”

“I am glad ye
’
did. I wanted ye’ to. I have missed ye’.” Her hand squeezed around his shaft as if to emphasize her sentiment.

He groaned and said, “If ye
’
keep that up, lass, I may lose control and dishonor myself.”

She smiled seductively at him and said, “MMmm, really?
I think I should like to see that.
”  She kissed him deeply. He turned over her; his hand easing over her stomach. His mouth plundered her lips, hungry with desire. The kiss was almost bruising, but Brielle loved it. The stubble on his chin scratched below her lips and she welcomed the sensation, knowing that even in the morning upon his leaving, the memory of that kiss would linger with the sensation of it. Her hands moved across his broad back, feeling his muscles ripple beneath her fingers. She loved the feel of his masculine strength. This delicious, gorgeous man was hers. Her heart now fluttered as she was reminded of that fact. She arched up as she felt his hand lightly trailing over her belly. His touch was so light it almost tickled.
With a firmer hand, he stilled her, gently pushing her hip down, as his mouth devoured hers.

“I want ye so much, Brielle.” She
moaned
under his touches and said, “Aye, Ruiri. Make love to me now.” 

“Soon, my sweet. I need to taste ye’.” His hand moved lower and he dipped his middle finger between her legs.

“Ooh lass, ye
’
are very wet
, again
. It makes my mouth water. I must taste ye’.” 

Brielle felt a flutter in her heart at his profession and knowing he wanted to do that for her, made her feel a sense of excitement from even just hearing his words. He kissed down her neck, pausing just long enough to place little bites over the most sensitive spots.

Even the “kissing” sounds against her skin enticed her a
s much as the feel of his lips.
Then his teeth trailed lower, nipping against her collarbone. He carefully raised each breast to his mouth, drawing on each taut peak, till he felt her drenching that finger he had nestled between her thighs. She writhed against him, thrusting her breast deeper into his hungry mouth. He suckled and swirled his tongue around the now very sensitive tip. His other hand possessively cupped her mound, gently stroking over the now dampened curls.

He murmured, “Ye’ respond so beautifully to me. I just love that, Brielle.”

She could only moan, loving how he touched her, loving the rich timber of his voice as he spoke to her and encouraged her passionate responses. Once again, he kissed down her body, passing his lips over her ribs, hip-bone and belly. He felt her arching up, knowing she needed him to taste her. Rory could tell she was enflamed with desire and he wanted to slake her need; just not quite yet. Now was for savoring. He steadied her and began a tender sucking against the delicate flesh under the soft feminine swell of her belly, leaving a small mark there.

He rubbed his thumb over the spot and said, “There, I have branded ye.”

She giggled because it had tickled a little and she leaned up on her elbows and looked at the mark. She smiled and said, “I shall have to do that to ye’ as well.” 

He flashed her that impish grin, which dripped of male sexuality and he said, “Hmm, Aye? I look forward to such a brand. Where will the lass be brandin’ me?” Her hand moved between them and stroked his hard length, as she smiled into his face.

“I think I should like to brand this, Ruiri.” 

“Careful, lass, I may just hold you to that promise. Now where was I…Hmmm yes, I was needing yer’ honeyed flavor on my tongue. Open yer’ legs a wee bit for me.”

Rory watched blush creep up her chest to her cheeks, but she complied with his request, feeling that she had no restraint any longer. For all her shyness, she really enjoyed it and that fact enchanted Rory. His fingers slid gently into the soft delicate folds and he felt her gasp at his touch.

He looked at her and said, “So beautiful…like petals of a flower.” He lowered his head and kissed just above where his fingers had opened her.

She could feel his breath fan against her and she suddenly wanted more. Sensing her need, he gently touched her with a slow rotating massage, but then he touched her with his tongue. She cried out, telling him how good it felt and her voice faded to soft moans of pleasure. Rory loved to pleasure her and as her sweet wet heat touched his tongue, he also moaned. He loved to taste her. He loved the slightly tangy flavor of her on his tongue. As his onslaught continued, her hips began to move slowly. Oh, the way he touched her, she thought. Pleasure spiraled and pooled inside her. The more he stroked her with his tongue and fingers, the more she soaked him with her sensual juices.

He watched her and listened to her sweet moans as her fingers dug into the bedding, as if she needed to hold onto to something. His tongue entered her, with little deep stabs and she almost came off of the bed at that contact. He licked and touched her, alternating his fingers with his tongue until he felt she was at the height of her sensitivity. Gently, because he knew she was hypersensitive at this point, he eased his finger deep inside her. All the while, his tongue swirled over her swollen little clit. Her fingers clasped at his shoulders and she came in a powerful orgasm. He watched her arch back, raising her hips, head thrown back, and eyes closed. Her lovely face expressed her release. While she was still experiencing the waves of her climax, he moved over her, lifting her hips up and drawing her legs over his shoulders. His cock throbbed in anticipation of being inside her. He kissed her leg and he slid inside her slowly, watching the union of their bodies as her body encased his thick erection. Her eyes flew open to meet his gaze.

He said, “I love ye’, Brielle.” Feeling him deeply inside of her was intense especially since she was still experiencing aftershocks from her orgasm.

”I love ye’, too, my beautiful R
uiri
.”

He stroked her leg and a shiver went through her at his touch. It was difficult for her to move with him
while she was
in that position, but he could feel her trying to lift her bum to meet his thrusts. Rory felt her clench around him deliciously with each thrust. Her little sounds of pleasure encouraged him.

She said, “When ye’ are inside me, Ruiri, I feel complete. I love how ye’ fill me. Ohhh, Ruiri, sooo thick and full.”

“Oh yes, Lovely? Do ye’?” She moaned, “Mmmmmm” and he answered, “Mmmmm” as well.

“Ye’ fire my blood. Ye’ are so hot and tight around me, Brielle.” 

Brielle could feel the way he pulsed within her. He stretched inside her and she sheathed him with velvety warmth. He loved to watch her as she enveloped him. Her eyes met his and even in the dimness of the room, she could see their intensity. And more intense was the love that shone from his gaze. Love for her! Brielle’s hands eased over his chest. She loved the feel of his strong chest beneath her touch. Brielle saw emotions war in his expression. She arched up to him, trying to move with him to cause him pleasurable sensations, as well. With her legs over his shoulders, she could feel that he was very deep within her. She clenched tightly around him; causing him to moan.

She whispered, “I want to make ye’ come, Ruiri.” 

Her uninhibited profession took him to the edge of his control. He stretched his neck back and holding her legs against his chest, he moaned loudly; filling her with his seed.

It happened quicker than he had expected and he moaned, “Brielle, my God. I love ye’ so much. Ye’ excite
me so easily; so completely.”
At his profession and climax, she tensed beneath him, feeling the waves of pleasure crashing over her too
, for a second time in a matter of minutes
.

He loved to watch her in her pleasure. He was happy she could again so quickly after the last one. Coming down from his own climax, he gently lowered her legs and began to withdraw from her.

He touched her face and
said, “When I leave yer’ body,
I no longer feel complete. Ye’ make me whole Brielle.”

“Ah, my Ruiri…I am only whole with ye’ as well.” She gathered him into her arms, and he sank happily into them.

“Rest now in my arms, my beloved
warrior
.” Rory still felt his heart pounding from having made love with her, but as he felt her hands stroking down his back and shoulders, he began to calm; his heart rate returning to normal. He kissed her and said, “Ye make me whole. I am a better man from yer’ love.” 

“Ye’ just needed someone to show ye’ she believed in ye’, Ruiri. I am that woman.”

Ruiri felt her love as she held him. She stroked his shoulders and
whispered,
             
“Sleep now, my love
.” As he nuzzled her breast with his cheek he said, “I dunna’ wish to waste precious minutes sleeping when I can gaze upon ye’ and touch and kiss ye’.”

“Nay, ye’ must.
Morning is quickly approaching and ye’ need to find sleep, Warrior.” Rory drew her in tightly and laying his head against her shoulder, he felt sated and calm. He drifted off to sleep basked in the afterglow from having loved her.
He thought he would not dream this night, being so exhausted and spent. Soon, though, a dream wove around him.

-The mists swirled around his legs. He stood with his legs braced apart, holding his sword before him, prepared to fight.

“Ruiri…” the wind whispered his name.

“Caitlyn, but I thought…I thought ye’ would be free now…”

“Protect her. She is yer’
salvation. She is yer
’ future and yer’
destiny. She will bring ye’ babes, and fill yer’ life…but ye
’
must protect her at all costs.”

“I am sorry, Caitlyn. . .”

“Nay. Ye’ must love her now. It is as it should be. Remember the binding. T’is a powerful bond. Dunna’ doubt her love; not even for one moment, else the binding may be undone.
The binding canna’ be undone…must ne’re be undone…
”

“I will na’ doubt her.”

“Ye’ will be put to the test, but she will not betray ye
’, my beloved Ruiri. Dunna’
doubt her,” Caitlyn repeated. The mists swirled thicker. He almost couldn’t see her. He called out to her, “Caitlyn, wait…I…”

“Ruiri, ye’ must protect her. Dunna’ let them harm her…she is yer’ life.” 

“Caitlyn, I need to tell ye’…”

“I know, my love. The love comes with me, Ruiri. Now it is time to love her. Protect her. Remember the binding…
dunna’ forget the binding.
”

Rory stood in the clearing, mist dissipated around him. He felt the unearthly chill of it.

“Danger!” The winds whispered. ~

Brielle felt Rory jerk in his sleep. Her arms tightened about him
, hoping the dream was not dragging him to horrific realms
. He opened his eyes and she kissed him.

“Are ye’ alright, Ruiri?” 

“Aye, Lass, t’was just a dream.” Emotions warred within him as he thought on that dream. He thought Caitlyn would now be released, but somehow she still lingered between the living and the world of dreams. What was she warning him about? Was it the raids? 

Seeing Rory lost in thought, Brielle touched his face and urged, “Well
,
try to go back to sleep for a little while longer.”

“Love, I cannot. T’is time for me to go.”

Rory moved out of bed and
readied himself to join his brothers to find the raiders.  He
dressed in his plaid and leine.
Brielle watched him crisscross h
is scabbard over his chest, resting between his shoulders. She had never seen him in his war attire and to say he was imposing was an understatement.
He had braided two strands of his hair
, one on each side of handsome face.
War Braids
! Brielle shuddered. Rory was now every bit the lethal warrior she knew him to be
; as the legends claimed him to be
.