Prince of Passion (3 page)

His clothes became a hindrance, a nuisance that prevented him from feeling her flesh against his. He wanted skin to skin, to have her softness, her supple curves against his hardness.
 
The irresistible, crushing need intensified each moment she was in his arms.
 

Never had a woman felt so good.
 
Never had Keiran felt such urgency to take her.
 
He didn’t question it, simply gave in to the sensations that swept through him.
 

Before he lifted his head, he lightly bit down on her nipple, causing her to gasp and grind her hips against his.
 
Keiran turned and laid her on the bed before he jerked off his clothes. When he was at last free, he stood frozen as her hungry gaze raked over him.
 

Deep in his heart, Keiran knew he shouldn’t even be thinking of bedding Senga, not when he still had his mate to find. But there was something alluring about her, something he couldn’t turn away from. Whether it was her exquisite beauty, her calming influence on his soul, or the simple attraction between them, he couldn’t – and wouldn’t – walk away from her.
 

His balls tightened when her gaze stopped at his cock. He groaned when she licked her lips, making him think of how her tongue would feel on him, of sliding his rod into her hot, wet mouth.
 

When he could stand it no more, he crawled atop her. Her soft body cradled his as her gray eyes devoured him with the same desire that pumped through his veins.
 

It was going to be one heavenly night.
 

Chapter Three

Senga felt as if she was floating on clouds. For so long she’d waited to be held in Keiran’s arms, even before Aimery told her of her destiny.
 
And now, her greatest desire was being fulfilled.
 

His body was hard and warm.
 
The delicious weight of him atop her was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She would be content to lie beneath him for all eternity. Especially while he kissed her as he was now.
 

The kiss was hypnotic, making her limbs liquid and her body heat. The tiniest movement of his hips and she felt his thick arousal against her, tempting her…teasing her.
 
With his mouth pulling her under with the very expert way he nibbled, licked and kissed her lips, Senga was barely able to contain the pleasure within her.
 

Then his hand touched her breast again.
 

Desire, quick as lightning, shot through her, centering at her sex and giving her the uncontrollable urge to rub her hips against him. She gave in and moaned as intense pleasure flooded her.
 
Her hands glided over his bulging arms to his wide shoulder then over the muscles of his neck that flexed and bunch beneath her hand.
 

“By the saints, you’re beautiful,” he whispered just before he nuzzled her neck.
 

Senga sighed and closed her eyes as his body shifted downward until his face was even with her breasts. She waited expectantly for him to take a nipple in his mouth, to rub his tongue over the bud.
 
She watched, mesmerized, as he circled first one areola then the other with his finger making her nipples pucker. He tweaked one peak the same instant his mouth descended on the other.
 

A soft cry tore from her throat as she arched her back with the pleasure that consumed her. He shifted slightly, his hand skimming over her waist and hip to her thigh.
 
Her lips parted, a low moan issuing from her throat when his fingers parted the curls of her sex and cupped her. The heel of his hand pressed against her, making her grind her hips against his him.
 

She wanted more,
needed
more. But she wasn’t sure what it was she needed. Her body searched for something, moving her toward some goal, and all she could do was lay there and experience every blissful moment of it.
 

When his finger dipped inside her, pushing deep within her, her nails dug into his shoulders. In and out, his finger moved, driving her wild with each thrust.
 
She moaned as his finger brushed across her clitoris. Urgency built within her as his thumb stroked her nub and his fingers readied her. His hands knew where and how to touch to make her writhe with need.
 

The sensations wracking her body were intense, beautiful, and addictive. Her hips moved in time with his hand, matching his rhythm as the delicious pressure continued to build until…she shattered.
 

Senga cried out as her first climax ripped through her body, sending her drowning in the waves of bliss.
 
Time ceased while she soared upon this new pleasure that awakened her body – and her soul.

She opened her eyes to find Keiran leaning over her, his eyes darkened with desire. She gasped when he rubbed his rod against the sensitive flesh of her sex.
 
Instinctively, she opened her legs wider.
 
A muscle worked in his jaw as he stared down at her.
 
With one arm holding him, he guided the blunt head of his cock to her opening.

When he hesitated, she urged him forward.
 
“Don’t you dare stop,” she whispered.

“Never,” came his velvety reply.
 

With her gaze caught in his, he entered her.
 
He filled her slowly, stretching her inch by inch. His hips shifted slightly and he slid deeper.
 
Senga knew he would feel good, but she hadn’t expected this exquisite pleasure.
 

“I can no’ wait,” he said.
 
“You feel too damn good.”
 

Senga wrapped her arms around him. “Don’t. I want to feel you.
 
All of you.”
 

And with that, he pulled out of her only to give one hard thrust to bury himself to the root.
 

She stiffened, burying her face in his neck while trying to overcome the pain of him breaching her maidenhead. When he didn’t move, she looked up at him to see him staring at her with shock and surprise.
 

“Senga,” he started, but she quickly placed a finger over his lips.
 

“It was mine to give, Keiran. Don’t think. Just feel.”
 

When he still wouldn’t move, she raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist so her ankles locked together. He moaned as it brought him deeper inside of her.
 

He gave her a hard kiss and began to thrust. Long and slow, short and quick, each movement left her panting for breath and eager for more. Her body floated, encircled by the strength of Keiran’s arms as he took her higher and higher. She gave herself over to him readily, knowing she was binding her heart to his.
 

His thrusts quickened as he pumped deeper, faster. Her body awakened again, eager and willing to be touched and kissed by Keiran. Their breaths mingled and sweat glistened their bodies as he continued to drive into her. Time and place were forgotten. All that mattered was each other and the pleasure surrounding them.
 

He whispered her name before he gave one final thrust that buried him to her womb as he threw back his head and poured his seed into her. She gasped as she peaked a second time. Senga held onto him as their bodies climaxed together. When he collapsed on top of her, she eagerly held him, comfortable in the knowledge they were together.
 

She didn’t know how long they lay there before he gently pulled out of her and rolled to his side.
 
His face was turned to her, his breath evened into sleep.
 
Unable to resist, Senga rolled to her side and ran a finger down the face that she’d been dreaming about for years.
 
She hated the dark circles beneath his eyes and the lines of worry around his mouth.
 

Her finger caressed the dark brows that slashed over his eyes before moving to his square jaw and wide mouth. A lock of his hair fell across his wide forehead. She moved it away and smiled down at the man who had claimed her.
 

Tomorrow would lead to questions and explanations, but tonight was theirs to enjoy.
 

* * * *

Keiran awoke to see the first rays of sun filter through the shutters on the one window in the chamber. He smiled down at the woman who slept facing him, her lovely honey hair with its golden highlights curled around them.
 
He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept the night through. He felt more rested than he had in months and all because he’d given in to his passion.
 

His cock stirred at the sight of Senga’s exposed breast and nipple. He was just thinking of various ways he could wake her when she turned over in her sleep.
 

Keiran’s body jerked as he stared in shock at Senga’s left arm. From shoulder to elbow an intricate melding of knots and swirls announced to the world what she was.
 

His.
 

He inhaled a shaky breath as his stomach felt like he’d been punched. Slowly, he rose up on an elbow and looked down at his right arm. Just as he expected, the same markings adorned him.
 

Keiran ran a hand down his face and tried to wrap his mind around the fact he had actually found his mate. Without even trying to. But was it by coincidence, or had there been something more at work?
 

Drahcir had no choice but to allow Senga to return since she was his mate. If she wanted to return.
 

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and leaned his elbows on his knees as he dropped his head into his hands. His mind reeled with questions, but he wasn’t sure if he had time for them.
 

The Tnarg was out there, waiting for them. As soon as they started the journey to Drahcir, it would attack. That was if Senga agreed to return with him. She might have found a good life outside of Drahcir. As her mate, Keiran couldn’t return without her.
 

A soft hand touched his back, causing him to jerk in surprise. He turned and looked at Senga over his shoulder. “Look at your arm.”
 

She licked her lips and glanced from his marked arm to hers. Her nervous swallow told him more than any words could.
 

She had known.
 

“Why did you no’ tell me?” he asked confusion and relief mixing together.
 

She dropped her hand and sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest. “I should have, I know. It was selfish, but I wanted you to want me for me, not simply because I’m your mate.”
 

“It explains the instant and deep attraction,” he admitted and turned toward her. He wished she would have told him, but the release he felt in finding her overrode any other emotion. “I’ve never felt anything like it in my life.
 
I should’ve recognized it for what it was.”
 

She played with the blanket in her hand, her eyes downcast. “It was everything I had ever dreamed of and more.”
 

“How long have you known you were my mate? I must know.”
 

She blew out a breath and shrugged, her curls wild about her face. “I suppose I can tell you now. The day you left Drahcir, Aimery visited me.”
 

“What?”
 

She raised her gaze to his and nodded. “He told me I was your mate, and that if I stayed in Drahcir, you’d never find me since all mates are outside the gates.”
 

“Shite,” he murmured. “No’ a single Sinclair has ever found their mate with one of our own.”
 

“I’m not sure how it happened, but I’m not sorry that it did.”
 

Keiran reached out and took her hand. “I’d almost given up hope of finding you. I came here because I wanted to be as close to Drahcir as I could.”
 

“What do we do now?”
 

He glanced at the window. “We need to get to Drahcir.
 
That is if you want to return.”

“I only left for you.”

Her words, soft and unwavering, made his chest ache with some peculiar emotion.
 
Lust and desire he’d expected.
 
But the warm, tingling feeling he felt just being near her wasn’t something his father had warned him about.
 
As to what it was, he’d have time to determine that after they were inside the gates of the kingdom.
 

Keiran stood and paced to the window. “There’s also the Tnarg.
 
It’s here. I know it. I’m surprised it didn’t try to kill you before I arrived.”
 

“Aimery told me it would hunt me. The last month I’ve kept to the inn, only venturing out during the day surrounded by people, and I’ve never left the village. It was difficult for it to get me.”