Page 49 of Connal

Wedding him she considered hopeless, Connal thought. Mayhap ’tis.

“To return to a time where your husband’s lover wishes you dead, aye.” Reminding her seemed cruel, yet necessary if he was to convince her. “Our vassals, they’ve many children you might teach. We shall make a place for you here to live as you wish, my lady…or you may make good on the night we shared and take my name.”

“In my time, people have sex without strings,” she muttered. “I should have mentioned that before we got naked.”

“I wish you mine in name.” That would solve the problem with Merrick, and add greatly to his own satisfaction. He placed his hand on her flat little belly. “Dinnae you want the same? The two of us, ’tis good.”

Valerie didn’t say more, and he rubbed his palm against her in a slow circle. She didn’t object when he slid his fingers down to take hold of the shift’s hem and draw it up to her navel. Looking upon the tidy path of soft gold curls over her quim made him long to kiss her there.

“Don’t let me stop you,” she said, longing making her voice husky.

Connal straddled her, tugging her thighs open before he settled between them. The lovely flower of her quim had begun to bloom for him, and he pressed his lips to the soft pink folds. She moved under him, a moan slipping from her as he parted her with his tongue. She tasted of woman and sweetness, and made him bury his mouth against her.

Stroking her little pearl made his cock swell, but Connal ignored the troublesome thing. This he did for her, to lavish on her all that he could offer. Her hips moved, lifting and falling, and her hands found his hair. By the time he brought her to her pleasure she was panting and twisting, made wild by his loving.

When he came up over her to kiss her Valerie reached down, pushing at his trews until she freed him.

“I want you inside me now,” she whispered, her eyes dark with need.

Coming into her made him groan, for his mouth and her bliss had turned her hot and silky-wet. She gripped his cock from within as if she meant to hold him forever in her little sheath, and that drove him wild. Facking into her, driving and pumping with all his own need, made him grunt. Her legs curled around him, and he tore at the bodice of the shift so he could touch her chebs as he facked her harder.

“Wed me,” he said as he drove into her core. “You may take me as much as you wish. I shall fack you day and night, however you want. You want my cock in you, aye? ’Twill never leave you alone, then.”

In his mind he thought of all the ways he wished take her, pouring those dreams into her even as he plunged into her again and again. He wanted to kiss her pretty quim while she sucked his cock. He needed to spill his seed onto her breasts while she watched. He desired her bent over before him, his cock piercing the little flower between her arse. He would drown her in his cream, and kiss her until all she could do was cry out his name.

Valerie convulsed under him as she came to her delight, and he held himself inside her to relish every racking tremor before he came out of her, and brought her hand to his cock.

“’Tis yours,” Connal told her as he stroked himself against her palm. “Play with me, then. Make me your lover. Take me as your husband.”

She surged forward, wrapping her lips around his cockhead and sucking as he came, drinking of his seed before releasing him and pumping her hand on his shaft. The last ribbons of his cream spilled over her flushed breasts, and he nearly collapsed on her before rolling away.

They lay together, both panting, and Connal imagined night after night of loving her in such fashions. He would never tire of taking her, having her, and being loved by her.

“The wild and crazy sex is very nice,” she said, “but that’s not…” He turned to look at her, but she gazed at the ceiling. “It’s not a reason to get married.” She sounded as though she’d intended to say something else. “My place is in the twenty-first century,” she added quietly as she closed her eyes. “Please go. I really need to get some sleep.”

He imagined pulling her into his arms and kissing her until he aroused her again, and knew she wouldn’t resist. She would give herself to him again because she desired him; she knew he could give her as much pleasure as she wanted, too. Yet once more he thought of Joana, and how frightened she had been of becoming his wife. He had taken his time with her; why was it so hard to do the same with Valerie? He simply needed to ease her into coming around to his way of thinking.

“Rest, then, my lady.” He bent over to kiss her brow, and then rose from the bed and covered her with the blanket before he left.

From the guest chamber Connal went to the lists, where he summoned another chieftain to take over from the captain drilling the men. To Nyall he said, “Come with me.”

“The lightning struck the spear I took from one of the sentinels too stupit to come inside from the storm,” the captain said when they reached the infirmary. “I’ve but a few burns.”

Connal pushed him inside, where Duncan rose from his work table. “Healer, get out.”

“As you wish, my lord.” The healer picked up his satchel, gave Nyall a frown, and left.

The captain sighed and pulled off his tunic, exposing the feathery burns on his chest and arm that appeared shiny and white now. “As you see I’m healed, my lord. ’Tis naught to concern you.”

“’Tisnae the wounds that trouble me.” Connal walked around him to examine the burns on his back. “You’ve the blood of a Fae water elemental in your veins. What harms mortals doesnae do the same to a MacMar. Look at me.”

Nyall regarded him. “I’m no’ blind.”

He threw a punch at the captain’s face. Instead of flinching or defending himself Nyall simply caught his fist, and strange, crackling light filled his dark eyes.

“Our sire warned me that we may be changed by elemental forces,” Connal said softly as white sparks jumped from the captain’s fist to bounce off his arm. “’Twould seem you’ve lightning in your veins now. ’Twill come over you when you’re angry, or fearful, or seized by any strong emotion, I reckon.”

Nyall released him, and turned away. “’Twill fade in time.”