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Ella clung to him, refusing to let him go even though his clothes were still wet and salty.
“She’s been freaking out all day,” Freya replied.
“She saw the Fomorian mage when none of us did. She has a right to be freaked out,” Taranis said, sounding pissier than Ella had ever heard him.
“I’ll deal with this. You lot can debrief without us.” Mananan held on to Ella tight and strode up the stairs to his rooms.
“I was so worried about you,” Ella said, kissing his neck and then groaning when she tasted the sea and something that screamed to her on a primal level. “I feel…” She didn’t have the right words for the relief pouring over her, the throbbing in her chest finally easing.
“It’s okay, baby. I feel it too,” Mananan replied. Still carrying her, he took Fragarach from his back and tossed it onto a couch. Ella pulled at his wet shirt, needing it off. She had to feel the heat and taste the salt of his skin.
Mananan lowered her to the carpet, dragged his shirt off, and tossed it to the other side of the room. Ella was already pulling him back down to her mouth.
“Kiss me. I need you to kiss me,” she said urgently.
Mananan’s blue eyes went brilliant, and his mouth fell on hers. He tasted so damn good, like the ocean and man. He opened the front of her jeans, and Ella lifted her butt so he could drag them off her.
“Now, this is how I like to be greeted after a day of hunting,” he said, undoing the buttons of her shirt. “You still with me?”
“Always. Please, I need you,” she replied, her whole body crying out to have him inside of her.
“I feel the same, my little star.” Mananan ran his fingers over her skin before he lowered his head to kiss her lace covered pussy. Ella gasped as his breath warmed her and made her tremble. Cold steel touched her hip, and Mananan shredded the sides of her panties with a knife.
Holy crap. Ella’s brain went hazy. She’d never wanted someone so badly in her life. Mananan licked her pussy, and she could barely keep herself from shouting. She had gone from anxious to relieved to horny in thirty seconds flat.
Ella’s hands buried into Mananan’s still damp hair, needing to hold on to him any way she could. He let out a groan and doubled his efforts, his tongue and lips doing wicked things to her until she was sobbing his name and coming on his face.
“Fuck, Ella. I’m going to explode if I don’t get in you,” Mananan growled.
“Then do it,” she said, reaching for his jeans. He pressed a hand to her chest, pinning her in place.
“You are staying right there.” He unbuttoned his jeans, holding her down until he had them off. He moved above her, caging her in. “Yeah, this is exactly what I’ve wanted all fucking day.” He gave her a filthy kiss, his tongue and lips taking complete control of hers. She ran her nails down his ribs, needing him closer. Always closer.
Ella was wet enough that it only took two thrusts for Mananan to fill her and have her gasping in pleasure. He grabbed her hip, lifting her up to angle his dick just right.
“Yes, more,” she begged. She had needed him all day; she’d almost been blind with it. She needed to have him inside of her and around her, the scent and heat of him searing into her skin. They were fucking on the floor like damn animals, and she loved it. Loved feeling so wanted by him.
“Look at me, baby,” Mananan said, brushing the hair from her eyes. He held her face firmly, his expression dark and primal. “That’s it. Don’t look away. I want to see your pretty fucking lips and cheeks go red when you come on my cock.”
Ella whimpered but did as she was told. He was holding her up off the carpet, and his thrusts grew slower and deeper. Ella scratched up his biceps, trying to hold on to him as she came hard, her pussy squeezing him tight enough that his eyes went wide.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured. He kissed her hard, hauling her up in his arms and dragging her up and down his cock. He buried his face into the groove of her neck, his mouth and teeth scraping over her and moaning her name against her skin as he came.
Ella was limp in his arms, utterly spent. Mananan’s grip on her didn’t loosen. He just held her to him, breathing her in, their hearts pounding against each other.
“Fuck, I love you,” she panted.
Mananan lifted her head. “You do? Or is it the sex talking?”
“I know it’s crazy, but yeah, I really fucking love you. Not just for the sex. But the sex is good too.” Ella was waiting for the embarrassment, but it didn’t come. She wanted him to know.
Mananan studied her face, the shine of magic in his eyes again. “I love you too. And you’re right. It probably is crazy, but I don’t care. Do you?”
“Not even a little,” Ella replied and reached up to kiss him once more.
27
Mananan knew that he couldn’t hide in his room with Ella all night. He had showered them both off before settling her into a warm bubble bath. She had told him about the magic she’d done with Chrissy, and he was worried about why she could see the mage when no one else could. He needed to talk with Taranis because Ella was right. What if the mage controlled the monster or vice versa?
