He vanishes for a moment, slipping off his clothes. The bed cools behind me but when he returns I’m rewarded with the heat and impact of his body. Sam doesn’t wait and I don’t want him to. He eases me on my side, pushing my top leg over just a bit.
“This is…this position is new,” I confess.
He pauses. “Too much? Would you rather?”
But the spot between my legs is already wet and I crave the feel of him inside me. I lay my hand over his and encourage him. Without pause he enters me slowly from behind.
“Oh,” I cry, not only from the sensation of our bodies joining, but from the surge of energy flowing through my limbs. The bruises numb and my ribs cool while everything else is centered on Sam taking a tentative rock.
“I won’t break, you know.”
I feel his smile against my neck. And he pushes in before pulling out. I sink into the motion. Again and again and again.
He moves in quick, even thrusts, perfectly timed, and one hand holds my ass while the other is looped under my body, kneading my breast. The spot between my legs aches and I move my own fingers down to relieve the pressure.
To my surprise he slows dramatically. His kisses, his hips, slowly moving in and out. I pant from desire wanting more, faster, but with every excruciatingly, intense thrust my muscles turn to jelly. He feels so good. It feels so good, I bite my bottom lip and let him lead.
I’m drifting into the all-consuming sensation when I hear him whisper in my ear, “I’ve spent my life waiting for this moment. To share such intimacy with a goddess of such strength.” In and out. In and out. “I’ll never leave your side, Morgan. Not in a fight. Not on the battlefield. Not in your bed when you need my touch to heal.”
I cry out, because of his words and because I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on.
His mouth is on my neck and I turn to meet his lips with mine and it provides the greatest twist of pleasure below. “Harder,” I command, barely able to stand it. He grins and bites my lip, gladly picking up the pace, moving with increased speed. I no longer feel the pain from the fight, just him. Just his hands. His cock. The magical warmth of healing.
His hands dip between my legs and out bodies are melded into one. His breath coats my neck and the little grunts coming from his chest sound feral and wild. I’ve stopped listening, only feeling, only aware of my body aching in a different way. The coil deep in my core twists and twists, my legs lose their ability to stay apart, I scream when I finally come, a long, satisfying groan. Sam shudders behind me and his teeth clamp into my shoulder. I feel every twitch, every pulse, and we slump together in a mass of worn-out exhaustion.
Moments pass and the haze clears. I hear Sam’s breathing even out and I slip from his arms. Walking to the ba
throom, I flick on the light over the mirror. My hair is wild, my eyes bright. In a quick movement I pull the nightgown over my head and stare at my reflection. The injuries fade—healing with passion and shared energy.
I’ve learned much tonight about my body and its abilities. Things I hope will be of use in the future. But one thing I know for sure, I think as I slip back in bed. Once a night may not be enough.
Chapter Ten
Sam
I’ve got a mouthful of eggs when Bunny walks into the kitchen the following morning. He grabs a cup of coffee with his good hand and sits across from me at the table.
“She doing okay?” he asks.
I nod and grunt, swallowing the food. I’d woken up an hour before, with an empty stomach, a raging hard-on, and Morgan snuggled against my side. She looked a thousand times better than the night before and I didn’t want to wake her so I showered, rubbed one off, and came down to eat.
“She just needed to rest and to heal.”
He arches his brow on the word ’heal’. “So she took to the healing?”
“Like a champ.” Again his expression is more annoyed than anything else. I sigh and rub my chin. “What do you want me to say, Bunny? That we fucked and she healed and then we fucked again because we wanted to?” Because that’s exactly what happened. An hour or so after we’d made love the first time she woke me up to do it again. No healing wounds. No magic. Just sex. It was nice and felt more like bonding than I could have imagined.
“I’m just curious about the process, that’s all. If her runes are still protecting her. If she’s really holding the Darkness back.”
“You don’t think she is?” I ask.
“I think the Morrigan is a tricky bitch and we all need to be careful.”
I stand and walk over to get more coffee. I mix in cream and it turns the perfect shade of brown. Leaning against the counter I take a sip and say, “I’m not letting my guard down.”
“No?”
I sense something. A twinge of jealousy or misplaced anger. I understand what it’s like to listen and feel Morgan being intimate with the other guardians while you have to wait your turn. I get that. That was me until hours ago, but patience is key and Bunny knows this. I’m not going to give him that speech.