The Darkest Warrior (Lords of the Underworld 14)

"So wet, lass. So hot. You like having a part of me inside you."

"Yes! I do, I do, I do. More!"

He thrust in a third, and her inner walls clamped down, gloving him as she came and came and came.

"Don't stop," she gasped out, her grip on his rigid length contracting. "Please, don't stop."

Not this time. "Would rather die." He took another nip at her lip before he pried her hand from his shaft. Sheer torture! Without the pressure she provided, pleasure-pain morphed into pain-pain.

Going to be worth it. Puck dropped to his knees.

Fingers continuing to glide in and out of her slick heat, he positioned his mouth between her legs...and licked. The sweetest honey on his tongue. He tasted her, he realized with awe. He hadn't tasted anything for thousands of years, but he tasted her, and he couldn't get enough.

The little mewling sounds she made--heaven! Pressure built in his shaft. So good, but so much worse. He desperately needed to come. Could he?

"This is...this... Puck!" With her fingers wrapped around his horns, steering him, she rolled her hips forward.

This was worth anything.

He pressed and rubbed and flicked his tongue against her little bundle of nerves, until her inner walls clamped down on his fingers, and Gillian unleashed another broken scream.

The newest climax turned her honey into wine, intoxicating him.

He stayed down there, licking at her, nuzzling, until she quieted...until her very last shudder waned. As he rose, their eyes met, and the inferno he saw in those whiskey-rich depths sent his butterfly tattoo moving over his chest.

Indifference hushed and hid, as if he couldn't handle the deluge of emotion.

Good boy. Puck wrapped an arm around Gillian's waist and yanked her closer. Pivoting, he dropped to his knees and spread her open on a bed of moss and wildflowers.

"Puck...my Puck."

Hers, always.

No, no. Now. Only now. As her legs parted, welcoming him, he tore at the waist of his pants to free his throbbing shaft. He wouldn't penetrate her tonight, would only teach her to handle his length. And he would come. He would. So close already.

They would have more nights like this, for he had a new goal: give her all the pleasure she had been missing.

As he lowered his body onto hers, Gillian slapped her foot against his chest to stop him. Though he wanted to snap and snarl in response--nothing keeps me from what's mine--he merely arched a brow in question.

She didn't notice, her hungry gaze remaining glued to his length. "Birth control?"

"No need." He stroked himself once, twice, before clasping her ankle to place a kiss on her calf.

"No need?"

He leaned down, hovering over her, and rasped, "Get your hand wet, lass."

A furrow of confusion between her eyes. Once again, she parroted him. "Wet?"

"Wet," he confirmed.

*

Only seconds ago, Gillian believed her body had been wrung out and incapable of experiencing another orgasm. The moment Puck had opened his pants, he'd taught her better. Pleasure had nearly burned her alive.

Pleasure still burned her.

Puck guided her hands between her legs and urged two of her fingers inside her core, along with one of his. For centuries, her own touch had brought her nothing but frustration and anger. Here, now, with Puck, the single stroke nearly sent her careening into another climax.

Moaning, arching her back, she opened her legs wider. Offering more. Offering everything.

"Now wrap your fingers around my shaft," he commanded.

Eager, she obeyed. Oh. Oh! The essence of her arousal provided an easy glide, allowing her to clasp him tighter. He rocked into her first stroke, then her second, his big body heaving over hers.

His expression...

Had any male ever been so beautiful? Caught up in the throes--because of me!--his eyes were closed and his lips parted. His skin was flushed and dewy with sweat.

"The things you make me feel," he said, now peering down at her. His inhalations sharpened and shallowed. The sounds he made...so carnal, so sexy. "Want this never to end. But need you to squeeze tighter, lass."

Once again, she obeyed. "Get inside me, Puck. Please." She needed him to. What had he meant, no need for birth control? Could he not get her pregnant? Perhaps he planned to use magic? Or did he not want to enter her because he feared she had some kind of disease? "I was tested after...just after. Haven't been with anyone since. I'm clean, I swear."

He stopped, just stopped, and she suspected the action--non-action--had to be killing him. Had the situation been reversed, she wouldn't have found the strength to pause. With his gaze steady on hers, he traced two fingertips along her jawline. A tender caress. A bead of sweat splashed onto her. No, not sweat. Cool raindrops were fighting their way through the treetops. Several caught in Puck's spiky black lashes.

"Never wanted anything more than I want you, inside of you," he intoned, "but I'm not going to take you. Not tonight."

She swallowed a wealth of disappointment. "Because the others are so close?"

"Because we're going to experience everything." He placed a gentle kiss on her lips, teasing her with his tongue, then lifted to his knees.

Going to leave her? No! "This is mine," she said, scrambling up to reclaim her grip on his shaft. As she stroked him harder, faster, his hips bucked. "I want your pleasure. Give it to me."

All the things she'd wanted to do with a man, Puck was giving her in a single night. He'd kinda sorta had her for dinner. What they were doing now, an erotic dance and a true gift exchange. He'd made her come; now she would do the same for him.

"Yes. Yours, all yours." He tangled a hand in her hair and cupped her ass with the other, yanking her closer, slanting his lips over hers and kissing the air from her lungs.

Then...oh! He used the hand on her ass to reach around and glide the tip of his fingers against the throbbing heart of her. Gillian began rocking back and forth, chasing those fingers while stroking Puck's massive erection. Soon, they were writhing against each other, mimicking the motions of sex.

Still chasing. Still stroking. Desperate.

"How are you...how can I..." She cried out as pleasure exploded inside her once more. Stronger than before, earth-crumbling--life-changing. For one blissful moment in time, absolute contentment filled her. She had everything she'd ever wanted, everything she would ever need.

"Lass. My la

ss. You're doing it. You're making me--I'm coming!" His head fell back and he roared up at the trees as his hips jerked again and again and hot seed spilled over her hand.

Once they calmed, they washed in the pond. He shed his pants along the way, presenting her with his naked form. So beautiful. So perfect. When they finished, they returned to their spot in the flowers, where Gillian cuddled up against him, and rested her head on his shoulder. The tension had drained from him, from them both.

"Puck?" she asked.

"Aye."

"That was fun." And amazing and wonderful.

"Aye," he repeated.

"Don't freeze me out," she whispered. "Not tonight."

He pressed another soft kiss into her temple. "Not tonight," he agreed.

28

Gillian spent the night snuggled into Puck's side, his heat and scent wrapped around her, just like his arms. His soft legs acted as the warmest blanket of all time.

What they'd done...better than her fantasies. And he hadn't even penetrated her!

How would he treat her tomorrow? Would the Ice Man return?

What would she do if ever the Ice Man returned for good?

She dozed lightly, on and off, too afraid to fall into a deep sleep. She doubted Puck slept at all. He remained tense and on alert, ready to slay anyone who neared their oasis.

Just before the suns rose, his body went lax. Gillian extracted herself from his embrace, pulled on her dress. A quick glance at her husband--anything more, and she might not be able to walk away. He maneuvered to his side, his eyes closed, his expression soft, almost boyish. Almost, because with his muscle mass, he could never pass for anything other than all man.

Regret pursued her relentlessly as she snuck back into camp, fed and watered Peanut, then slid into her sleeping bag.

"Everything you'd hoped and more?" William asked. For the first time, he sounded possessed by Indifference, his voice devoid of emotion.

She heaved a full-body sigh and offered the truth, whole truth and nothing but the truth. "Yes." And she would not feel guilty. "I like him, Liam."

"I told you. The bond likes him. You don't know him."

He'd blamed the bond before. So had she. So had Puck. Didn't change how she felt.

Wasn't long before the suns appeared overhead, and Puck strode into camp, backlit by bright golden beams. Her heart fluttered, and her belly clenched as she remembered the things they'd done...the things she still wanted to do. He'd promised her everything.