“I don’t think it’s up to us.” Cormac reached out and cupped my cheek, his eyes soft.
“We’re going home.” I nodded staunchly.
“Of course.” He mirrored the action. “Rainn Shallows is going to fuck everything up somehow. It’s our duty to stop that happening.”
“Cormac!” I chided, slapping his chest.
The golden-haired male caught my hand and tugged me toward him. He pressed his lips against mine, and all thoughts evaporated. My fist clasped the fabric of his tunic, clinging to him, frightened he would disappear the moment I let go.
My fear of theMistéireachhad not truly left me. Though my hands were steady, I was shaken. Cormac seemed to sense that, breaking the kiss only to scoop me up and hold me to his chest.
He laid my head on the pillow, looking at my face with a soft reverence. Though I’d had to face theMistéireachalone, it would have been easier with Cormac by my side. Even if all he did was complain the entire time.
I’d never imagined that I would have missed the sound of his voice.
He climbed into bed beside me, pulling the covers over us both. We lay face to face, nose to nose.
Cormac had been alone while I had been sent to theMistéireach. I had no idea what Manannán mac Lir had said or done in my absence. A strange kind of darkness had settled in Cormac’s gaze that made me frightened to ask.
I reached up and cupped his face, pressing my lips against his. His warmth, the hard muscles of his chest, and the rough skin of his jaw stubble—even the scent of his skin—I wanted to sink down into him and never come up for air.
His fingers danced over my shoulders before moving down my body to settle at the small of my back. He pulled my body to his. My hard nipples pressed against his chest, with only a thin layer of fabric between us.
“Too many clothes,” I said breathlessly.
Cormac chuckled his agreement and pulled my blouse over my head, tossing it to the floor. Soon, we were naked, covered only by the thin sheet on the bed. He leaned in, head tilted, as he kissed me again. Hard and deep. Determined to taste every inch of my mouth. His hardness pressed against my stomach, pinned between our bodies.
I squirmed, every inch of my body strangely restless. He hadn’t even touched me, but I was desperate to feel him inside of me. To feel the entirety of his length, until I had no idea where he ended and I began.
I breathed his name against his lips. The calluses on his fingers made my stomach flutter as his hand traveled down my body. He stroked my thigh, coaxing me to open my legs, though I didn’t need much convincing.
I reached out to touch him, too. My fingertips brushed over the contours of his muscular stomach and the hard planes of his chest. His heartbeat quickened under my touch, and I knew mine sounded the same—nervous, excited. My cheeks warmed at the knowledge that he felt the same as I did.
My hand moved south, and I grasped him, though my fingers did not meet as I wrapped my hand around his cock. I looked down, watching the action as I pumped his member with slow and deliberate motion, watching the head of his cock weep a single tear of precum. He twitched under my gaze, seeming to grow harder. Wetness surged between my legs, though he made no move to touch me beyond the gentle caress of my thigh. It was my turn to please him, to explore his body the way he had explored mine.
His gaze darkened with hunger as I continued my study of his cock, pumping him with a teasing speed. Finally, Cormac broke free from his self-imposed stillness and took my lips with his. His kiss was punishing, as he rolled me onto my back and settled between my legs. I used my grip on his cock to rub his leaking head against my wetness, circling my cliterois.
He did not break our kiss as he plunged inside of me, stealing my breath. Right to the hilt. I was full of him, every inch of my skin burning with pleasure, though he hadn’t moved a muscle. I arched my hips to meet him, seeking the friction that only he could give me.
“Cormac…” I whispered, gripping his golden hair in my fist. “Fecking move!”
Cormac pulled away, leaving only the head of his cock inside of me, before he surged in again. “You feel so good, Princess.” He smirked wickedly, against my lips.
The heat built, and my muscles locked as my orgasm coiled inside of me like a poisonous viper ready to strike. My fingers tightened, grasping his shoulders as he pumped inside of me, hard enough that I felt him in my lower stomach. I moved my legs, deeper, faster, my head swam as pleasure swept me away like a tidal wave.
As my walls clenched around him, Cormac held himself inside of me, throbbing with his release.
I was able to get some sleep, although I didn’t have any dreams.
When I woke, the same storm clouds rolled across the sky, visible through the glass windows. Cormac sat on the end of the bed, deep in thought, his brows pursed as he stared into the distance.
Before I could speak, a single knock announced the arrival of a visitor. Cormac eased himself to his feet, walking to the door with a relaxed ease that I seldom saw in the Mer. Cormac Illfinn was a strutter.
The Mer opened the door just a crack. When he spoke, it was barely above a whisper.
I realized he thought I was still asleep.
A moment passed, and he closed the door, turning back to the bed.
