Christina Phillips - [Forbidden 01] (38 page)

Read Christina Phillips - [Forbidden 01] Online

Authors: Forbidden

BOOK: Christina Phillips - [Forbidden 01]
11.04Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
In the distance a single flame flickered, alone, vulnerable. Without knowing why she held her breath, willing the fragile light to survive the slaughter.
Do not let us be extinguished.
Shivers raced along her arms, her shoulders, danced over her scalp.
Cerridwen commands
. But her command made no sense. How could she keep a flame alight in the midst of battle, of death?
Realization hovered on the edge of her consciousness, and seeped insidiously into her coherent thoughts.
She had to thwart the Renewal of the sacred spiral tomorrow night.
Maximus spread the maps over his desk and jabbed his finger at the forest. “I want this area to be thoroughly searched.”
Aquila glanced up. “Again?”
“The cartography is flawed.” He leaned back in his chair and refused to rub his temples, which had ached since Carys had left this morn.
Aquila rolled up the map. “I’ll see to it.”
“Take only our most trusted, Aquila. I’m certain that fucking Druid’s there, but if Carys’s relatives are hiding in the forest, none of them are to be harmed.”
“I understand.” But the look Aquila shot him made him wonder how much his Primus truly understood.
“When you go, I’ll accompany you.” He wanted no man but himself to gut that Druid. To string him up and crucify him in the center of the settlement to show what the consequences were of violating his woman.
“There’s no need.” Aquila’s voice was stiff with affront.
Maximus knew there was no need. He trusted his Primus to keep his counsel, trusted Aquila to bring him the Druid without arousing undue suspicion, and yet there was a terrible gnawing inside his brain, an itch he couldn’t scratch, a dull sense of urgency he couldn’t fathom.
An irrational
need
to return to the forest, unrelated to the consuming desire to capture the cursed Druid.
He gritted his teeth. The day was almost over. Carys would soon return—she had better soon return—and this insistent desire would recede.
He’d scout the area tomorrow. Alone.
She entered his quarters as evening descended, and only when she tugged the linen from her head and smiled at him did the corded knots in his gut relax.
“You’re late.”
“I meant to leave earlier. I’m sorry.”
Had she just apologized? He hid his astonishment by leaving his desk and striding toward her. “I trust you didn’t need to castrate any male in my absence.”
“Only a dozen or so.” Then she flung her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him. “I missed you.”
“And so you should.” He wrapped her close, savoring the fresh scent of her hair, the softness of her body, the warmth of her breath at his throat.
A strange peace entered his soul. Whatever obstacles her kin placed in her way, she had returned. Of her own free will.
The incessant throb between his temples eased, and the urge to examine every blade of grass in the forest receded.
All that mattered in this moment was Carys was here. In his arms.
Where she belonged.
As they ate, she spoke of her elderly female relatives, her absent mother, and the half-dozen children living with them. He listened, intrigued, because it was Carys who was speaking, because they were her kinsfolk she spoke of, but all the while his brain churned with unanswered questions.
How had so many people managed to stay so completely invisible for so long?
He wanted to warn her that their time was short. Soon they would be found, rounded up, brought back to face him. Since they hadn’t, to his knowledge, attempted any form of insurgence, there was no need for punishment. Their lands could be reinstated, a favorable tribute agreed, and Carys would be free to stay with him permanently without fear of discovery.
Permanently
.
The word threaded through his mind, lingering with seductive promise as Carys extolled the childish virtues of her cousin’s young son.
Maximus was a patrician. It was his duty to one day marry and produce heirs for Rome. Yet the vision of a future without Carys in his life, without seeing her face, listening to her voice, being alternately fascinated and frustrated by her strength of will, caused an unaccustomed ache deep within his heart.
She was his mistress. An honorable status in his world. Wherever his career took them, she would want for nothing. And when he eventually succumbed to pressure and took a wife, he would install her in one of his family’s villas, as far from Carys as possible.
Yet discontent lingered. Carys cherished her own culture, and being the mistress of a Roman tribune didn’t please her as he’d envisaged. She had status of her own, and didn’t need his protection in the way Efa had needed Faustus.
But if Carys was as vulnerable as Efa, or even Branwen, she wouldn’t now be in his quarters, or causing so many conflicting thoughts to pound through his brain.
“Maximus, you’re weary.”
He placed his goblet on the table. “Not at all.”
“Then my chatter bores you.”
He laughed at that. “Why should you think that? I find your kin intriguing. I shall enjoy meeting them.”
An oddly haunted look flashed through her eyes, as if she thought such an occurrence highly unlikely. He realized he didn’t like concealing the fact he intended to flush her relatives out, but it was an army matter. Confidential.
Carys was intelligent, for a woman. Fuck, she was more intelligent than many men he could name. And she had to know that sooner or later he’d discover her hiding place.
She left her couch and kneeled before him, folding her arms across his thighs and propping her chin on her wrists. She looked up at him, as innocent as a Vestal Virgin and as tempting as Venus.
“But for now, you only have me.”
He fingered her braid and began to loosen the colored linen strips that bound it. “For now, you’re enough.” Her silken hair rippled through his fingers, caressed his palm. “Come, lie on the couch with me. I’ll begin your lessons on Roman etiquette.”
“And yet we’ve finished eating.” She didn’t move to obey his request but continued to gaze up at him in that provocative manner.
“In that case, lie on the couch with me and we’ll find something else to occupy our time.”
Her lips twitched, as if she fought a smile. “I have a better idea, Roman.” She tugged his tunic and raised her eyebrows suggestively.
With an exaggerated sigh he tossed his tunic aside and sat upright on the couch, thighs spread. “You’re insatiable, Celt.”
Her fingers trailed the length of his burgeoning cock, a teasing, tantalizing gesture.
“Thankfully, I’m not the only one.”
“Remove your gown, and get up here now.”
For answer, Carys slowly ran the tip of her tongue over her parted lips. “No.” Her denial was breathy, seductive, and caused his groin to tighten with delicious anticipation.
Her fingers curled around his shaft. He smothered a groan and wound her hair around his hand, jerking her forward.
“There’s something I want to do with you.” Her voice was husky and her gaze was fixed between his thighs.
Gods. There was something he’d longed for her to do since the moment he’d spied her by the waterfall, but given her unexpected inexperience, he’d yet to voice his fantasy.
“What’s that?” He could barely articulate the words for the way his blood thundered through his veins.
She glanced up at him through her lashes. “This.” Her fingers tightened around him, sweet agony, and then she spread his knees with her elbows, and her golden hair caressed his thighs as she lowered herself to him.
Wet heat engulfed his engorged head and arrows of white-hot pleasure flashed along his cock, cradled his balls. He collapsed back onto the couch and raised his hips to allow her easier access.
Her tongue darted across his slit, exploring, tasting, escalating his need to insanity. Her fingernails teased his heavy balls, cupping him in the palm of her hand, squeezing, feeling his weight.
Through lust-glazed eyes he watched her, kneeling at his feet, her head between his thighs, her glorious hair a golden cloud around his hips and groin.
His fingers bit into her skull, pressing her more securely over his throbbing shaft. He heard her moan, the sound vibrating along his cock, felt her tongue licking him, felt the delirious suction of her mouth enslave him.
“Carys.” Her name, guttural with primal need, tumbled from his lips. The reality surpassed even his most frenzied of fantasies, and involuntarily he thrust down her throat, losing himself in sheer sensation, in the knowledge he was inside Carys’s mouth, taking her as she had never been taken before.
With a hoarse groan he wrenched his hands from her head, gripped her shoulders instead. He was on the cusp of coming, couldn’t hold back, didn’t want to hold back, wanted to fuck her and fill her and brand her for all time.
But still he released her, allowed her the choice, and another agonized groan seeped from his soul when she didn’t pull off him, didn’t retreat, but instead increased the pressure of her mouth enclosing his straining shaft.
He flung back his head and pounded into her, shooting his seed down her throat, on and on, as if it had been years since he’d last emptied his sac instead of only that morn. Stars exploded behind his closed eyes, volcanoes erupted deep in his groin, and summer sun flooded through his hammering heart.
Dimly, beyond the sound of his rasping breaths, he heard a strange gargling noise, as Carys slid her mouth from his still-pumping cock. He watched her sink back onto her heels, hand over her mouth, eyes wide with shock.
He reached out a shaking hand and pulled his discarded tunic toward them. “Here.” Tenderly he tugged her hand from her face and wiped her mouth with a corner of his tunic. “Spit,” he added helpfully, bunching the material for her convenience.
A light blush stole over her cheeks. She pushed the tunic away with one finger and then held on to his wrist.
“I swallowed.” She sounded torn between pride and surprise by the admission. “Most of it,” she added with a delightfully bemused frown.
He only just prevented a laugh from erupting. No woman had ever said such a thing to him before. But then, no other woman came close to Carys. She said and did things all the time that astounded and intrigued him.
“I’m honored.” He cradled her chin and brushed a gentle kiss across her lips. He could taste himself on her. “That was an unexpected pleasure.”
She flashed him a seductive smile. “I know. I wanted to surprise you. It’s not something I’ve ever wanted to try before but you’re different.”
For a fleeting moment his gut twisted with acidic fire at the thought of Carys pleasuring another man in such a way. And then her words sank into his brain and he sucked in a long breath.
She had given him a part of herself she had never allowed her previous lover. He wound a lock of gold around his finger and tugged. “And so are you, Carys.”

Other books

La gesta del marrano by Marcos Aguinis
Twinkle, Twinkle, "Killer" Kane by William Peter Blatty
Chasing Her Tail by Katie Allen
Gemini of Emreiana by Kristen DaRay
Rock Star Ex by Jewel Quinlan
Dark Rain by Tony Richards
Hope Road by John Barlow
Made You Up by Francesca Zappia