Highland Shift (Highland Destiny: 1) (25 page)

Placing one arm around her waist, he murmured instructions, “Bend forward,
love. Rest your weight on your forearms.” Faolan moaned as Elena’s ass was presented, he’d dreamed of taking her like this, her ass in the air, hair wild. His cock buried to the hilt inside her. His fingers spread her and with his other hand, he gently rubbed himself in the wetness between her legs, finding her hot opening.

It took every ounce of restraint to enter her slowly, to ease her over the brief moments of discomfort from the newness of the experience. He knew in this position he would be deeper inside her than ever, he fought against his desire to ravage her, to take her hard and fast. That would come later.

Once she had taken all he had to give, he began to rotate his hips, massaging her internal muscles, easing any lingering soreness. When she started to rock her hips back, he knew she was ready, the moments of discomfort eased for now. He began to teach her.

“Tighten your muscles again, Elena. Squeeze me deep inside of you.”

She tightened them as he moved, slowly withdrawing his cock, then pushing deep again. Elena gasped with the pleasure of it. He increased the tempo, and she met his thrusts.  The heavy weight of his balls slapped against her as he pumped faster.

He moaned, whispered, “Elena, my love.” He traced his fingers down her spine, then back up along her sides, gently touching her breasts. He leaned over her and pressed his fingers to her nub, rubbing faster, pumping harder.

Elena never knew a man could be so deep inside a woman. With each thrust of his hips, his cock went deep inside her, to the lip of her womb. Her breath escaped in a small grunts, with each deep plunge. “Ah, ah, ah…”

He took his hand from between her legs and laughed when she whimpered with disappointment. He buried his face in her neck and chuckled. “Did that feel good, love? Do you want some more?”

“Touch me, Faolan, please don’t stop. So close,” she finished on a pant. He slid his hand down her arm, threaded his fingers through hers, and then brought her hand to join his. She was mortified and tried to resist. He never let go, just placed her fingers against her clit, holding them still. He stopped with his cock deep inside and began a different type of seduction. He moved his hips in slow sensuous circles and whispered in her ear “Feel how wet you are Elena.” She held her breath, suddenly embarrassed by her desire. “Reach farther back, Elena. Feel where we are joined.” He took her hand and placed it between them.

He continued to whisper in her ear, “Open your hand, lay it palm up between us and spread your fingers. Can you feel it? Feel me slide in and out of you. I am so hard and you are so wet.”

She could feel his cock, slippery and hard, sliding between her fingers and it sent a thrill through her to know she did that to him. Desire replaced embarrassment, as his shaft slid against their hands.

Then he took her hand and placed her fingers between her folds. Once again, he pushed his cock as deep as it would go and then began to massage her internally with small movements of his hips. He brought her fingers to his lips and licked, sucked them into his mouth, then releasing them with a kiss, he put them to her mouth for her to taste. He put both their fingers against her clit, and began to rub.

Suddenly, the desire in her flared hotter. The newness of the experience, the intimacy, the raw desire he felt for her fanned the flames. Her ears were ringing, sensation seemed to be leaving all of her but one spot, filled with him. She pushed herself harder against their fingers, and lost track of which of them was rubbing her.

“Tell me, love, let me hear you,” Faolan coaxed, his whisper a velvety growl in her ear, breath hot against her cheek. "Does it feel good? Are you going to come?”

“Yes, feels so good,” she gasped, then moaned. A few moments later she moaned again, deep in her throat, “I can feel it. I’m coming now, Faolan.” She exploded, his name on her lips, squeezing his shaft in spasm after spasm. He stilled their hands and his hips, as she continued to shudder against him. When she quieted, he held her close, and began to kiss her neck, running his tongue down from her ear, and then bit her neck. Elena gasped. He was still hard.
He was insatiable.

He put his hands on her hips pulling her close against him. Then he began slowly stroking in and out again, his shaft penetrating deeply. Elena continued to shiver and shudder around him. He finally pulled out completely and stretched out on his back next to her and said, “Elena, come, love. You on top this time. I want to watch you.”

His words sent a new thrill of desire up her spine. She straddled him and he put her hand on his shaft, so that she could guide it herself. She took him in fast this time, in one single stroke, then holding him deep inside, she began to rotate her hips, pushing him even deeper, squeezing him. With Faolan’s hands on her hips, she moved up and down, discovering there were some advantages to being on top. Besides being able to control the pace, she could watch his face as he watched the joining of their bodies. She didn’t resist when he again brought her fingers to join his. This time they came together.

“Worthington will be back in the morning. We need a plan.”

“I know,” Elena agreed contentedly.

Faolan was eating an apple and handed her a cracker with a piece of cheese. “Come on, sleepy one. We can rest once we get out of here.”

“What if I want to go to bed instead of getting some rest when we get out?”

Faolan laughed, and the sound warmed her heart. She sat up, completely sated from their lovemaking. She ate the cracker and drank water, trying to build up some strength. She slipped her thong back on
, as it was the only underwear she had and redressed, moving like an old woman.

“You’ve ruined me,” Elena accused. “I’ll never be able have sex again.”

Faolan leaned in and kissed her deeply, put his hand to her breast, and she pressed toward him.

“Liar.” He laughed again and pulled away. She smiled at his playfulness.

Faolan’s face turned serious. “We have no more weapons in here than we had when he left us last night, save one. Us. When Worthington left, he believed you would be dead by morning, and I would be a broken man. He expects to find your body. I want to see what you can do with your projection powers, lass.”

“You want me to think about what happened, show him you’re cured?” she asked, and heard the uncertainty in her own voice.

“Nay, lass. I want him to think I am dead. Do you think you can show him something that hasn’t actually happened and make him believe it’s real?”

It was an intriguing idea and she felt herself surrendering to the thrill of using magick. Elena concentrated very hard and imagined Worthington instead of Faolan. She pictured him lying dead in the middle of the cell, his throat cut,
blood oozing from his body. She projected the image to Faolan.

Faolan sucked in his breath. His gazed fixed on the projected image of Worthington’s body lying dead on the floor. “You are positively terrifying, love.”

Elena grinned. “I am, aren’t I?” She was beginning to really enjoy this power . She quit thinking about Worthington, and his image popped from sight. She’d had another idea. “Can you shield yourself, Faolan?”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I don’t exactly know. The phrase just popped into my head.” Elena sat quietly thinking for a minute. “It was something I saw in the spell book. There was an illustration showing a room full of people, it looked like a meeting. There was one person alone in the back of the room watching what was happening. Then the picture was repeated, only this time the person at the back of the room wasn’t visible, except his figure had been outlined with a dotted line, to show he was really still there.

He thought about what she said for a minute. “I think you might need to shield your mind. No, maybe ‘tis my mind I need to shield? Your mind will be a shield because you will be projecting.” Then veering off track he began to worry again. “You canna let it slip, Elena. No matter what he says, doona’ respond, doona’
listen. He will try to get answers from you any way that he can. We need him to come inside. You will be the bait. I canna think of any way to get him to come in if he thinks I am alive. I will protect you.”

Frustrated that she didn’t have better words to describe what she meant, Elena tried again. “I think everything you said is right, Faolan, but I still want you to try to shield. I don’t even know if you can, but I think Worthington might be able to sense if there are two people in the room. I think what I mean by shielding must be like when I project. Stand over there,” She pointed at the wall under the window. “Now examine it minutely. Memorize every brick and blemish. Imagine that’s what you look like, or that you’re standing behind it,” she explained.

Faolan did as Elena directed and then turned to look at her. While she watched, Faolan seemed to fade in and out, becoming nearly invisible before appearing again suddenly.

Elena grinned. “Finally, something I can do better than you! You nearly have it. It’s like you told me, don’t let any other thoughts in. I couldn’t control it at first, either. Heck, I didn’t even know I was doing it. I’m getting better at it. Now I can project, and still think about the other things happening, still see the room. You shouldn’t try that yet. Block everything out.”

He faded from view and stayed that way this time. Elena crossed the room to where she’d last seen him and reached out to grab a free feel. He popped back into view.

“That’s fighting dirty,” he said before pulling her into a kiss that possessed her and drained her of her will to continue working. Her toes curled, and then Faolan pulled away, laughing.

So he wants to fight dirty?

Elena turned around to pick up her bottle of water on the floor, bending over from the waist, keeping her legs straight, feet apart. She felt the hem of her dress rise, as she knew it would, exposing her thong and the cheeks of her behind. Faolan groaned and stepped forward, pushing his erection against her, pulling her hips back against him.

Elena laughed and danced away, giving him a bit of his own back. When she looked over her shoulder at him, she sucked in her breath. His eyes had darkened, and he was looking at her full of hunger and desire. Faolan reached her in two long steps, pressed her against the wall, and rubbed his hard cock against her backside.

Elena’s pulse raced, her heart pounded, and she shivered with the change she sensed in Faolan. This was the hard, dangerous Faolan she knew he'd kept hidden from her. He pulled her hair aside and bit her neck, all gentleness gone.

“Och, lass, I’m going to fuck you now.”

Elena’s knees buckled, and all thoughts of preparation were forgotten.

****

It was a couple of hours past sunrise when Faolan raised his hand to indicate he’d heard someone approaching. He faded, chameleon-like to match the wall next to the door. He had to be perfect in his shield or else he would appear directly in Worthington’s line-of-sight.

Elena sat on the sat on the floor, staring at the image of Faolan’s lifeless and bloody body. Worthington’s sharp intake of breath let Elena know her projection was a success.

“Well, well, Miss MacFarland. It seems I have underestimated you, once again. Or did the wolf do it himself to spare you?” Worthington sneered.

Elena continued to stare at Faolan’s lifeless body, making no sign that she heard anything. Tears dripped down her face.
Oh, I am getting so good at this
. Worthington continued to badger, harangue, and verbally abuse her. Without warning, there was more than just his words. She could feel darkness, a black power emanating from him. It poked sharply against her mind, reaching out to test what she was seeing, to judge if it was real.
Good God, could he reach into her head?

She d
ared not try to thrust back, but she felt violated, dirty from the contact. She kept her mind tightly closed, and kept the focus on the projection on the floor, making sure the image stayed where she wanted it. Worthington finally left the window, and she didn’t hear him for a very long time. Finally, she heard him behind her, but it was imperative that he come all the way through the door. With a bit of luck, he wouldn’t shoot her before Faolan could get him. They hoped it was enough. The door opened slowly, and before Worthington entered, Elena again felt the insidious black tendrils of Worthington’s mind pushed at hers. His mind was devoid of light. It was oily, filled with the foul odor of his soul. Focusing very hard at projecting the image of a dead Faolan on the floor kept Elena’s thoughts protected from his mental assault.

Worthington moved cautiously as he entered the cell. She heard a commotion and then Faolan said, “Doona’ even think about moving.”

Elena turned then to see Faolan’s forearm around Worthington’s throat. He stripped the gun away and kicked it toward her.

Faolan said, “Take the gun, Elena, and doona’ hesitate to shoot him. He tried to kill you last night.” Faolan’s rage was palpable.

Elena pointed the gun at Worthington and stepped back against the wall. She had never held a gun before; she was proud her hand didn’t shake.

Faolan searched for other weapons', and found a dirk strapped to Worthington’s leg. Faolan removed the dirk, cell phone, watch, and wallet. “Take off your clothes, down to your underwear,” Faolan ordered. When Worthington hesitated, Faolan added, “If you doona’, I will cut them from you, and I willna be too careful.”