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"You're the strongest person I know," he purred, his own hands moving to his waistband.
"And I'm not alady. I've been many things in my life, but never that," I said. I dangled the leather cord and then let it fall, catching over a branch. The open placket of the leggings parted, exposing my hips and the top pale curls of my mound.
"Come down to me,mo chroí," Conall called, low and pleading.
I hooked my thumbs into the waist of the leggings and pushed them down, pressing my back into the support of the tree to keep my balance as I pulled my feet free one at a time. Conall caught the fabric as I kicked it off, his smile wide and his red hair shaking.
"We can'trutin a tree, Evie," he laughed. "I'm not a bird."
I settled one foot forward, parting my thighs, and reached between my legs to tease myself. I wasn't very ready yet, but my clit throbbed at my first touch. "Oh, Conall!"
Conall cursed below me, but my head fell back against the apple tree, my eyes up on the glittering sun through the leaves as I stroked and petted myself gently, drawing a little wetness from my core and smoothing it over my aching lips. Fabric rustled below, and leaves whispered and gossiped as branches shook, and I giggled and moaned as I dipped my fingers into my own slick heat.
I glanced down just in time to watch Conall's arms flex, hands braced on two branches, as he thrust himself up to meet me. I braced one hand behind me, expecting him to stand, to match my pose, to bury himself into my needy body. Instead, he caught the foot I'd planted for balance, throwing it over his shoulder as he sat in front of me. I yelped, but his hands were quick, grasping my hips in a nearly bruising possession, but one that kept me steady.
"Damnit, Evie, you'd destroy the resolve of a saint," Conall growled.
"What on earth would I do with a—Oh, yes!" I cried out, digging my fingers into Conall's hair as he thrust his face between my legs, licking and sucking with an aggressive hunger that made me weak.
Conall snarled into my vulnerable flesh and I shuddered, blinking up at the sun, my smile faltering.Damn. This was a trick. But it was a trick that feltwonderful, and a part of me considered giving in to the lovely push and plunder of his tongue inside of me. I could try again later. Could wrestle him in bed, get Laszlo and Hywel to help me, possibly play a game of keep Evanthia off Conall's cock until he couldn't stand it a second longer.
My hands stroked down through silky red locks, and Conall groaned against me, the sound victorious. I cupped the back of his neck and hiccuped a moan, rocking down onto his full and starving lips.
His skin under my fingers was burning up.
"No!" I gasped, and I tightened my hand, yanking him away from me, my body pulsing at the edge of release.
Conall glared up at me, green eyes wild and glowing with defeat. I did my best to answer that stare with one of my own.
"I want yourknotand yourbite," I snapped. Conall bared his teeth at me, lip curling back, but his hair was fisted in my grip. His claws nipped carefully at my hips, but he'd meant what he said—he would never want to hurt me. "If I can't have those, then I'll go find someone else."
It was cruel and probably not a threat I could follow through on, but it startled Conall enough that I managed to slip from his grip, practically falling off the branch I'd been on, catching my hands to slow my descent.
"Evanthia—Christ, becareful!" Conall cried out, following me with a leap from the branch he'd sat on.
We landed on the ground at the same time, him more gracefully than me, and before I could dart away his arms were around my waist.
"Evie,wait, please."
I wrestled against him, pushing his shoulders back even as I rubbed our hips together. His cock was hard, knot already swollen and eager to fit itself inside of me.
"Evie," he moaned, head falling back, hips canting forward.
I twisted in his arms, my ass making an easy nest for his body to press against, and Conall's voice died off with a choke. I grabbed his arms around my waist and tried to dive forward out of his grasp. We went down to the grass together, twigs snapping under our knees. I bit off the yelp of pain as my hands hit the dirt, not bothering to disguise the eager bucking motion back against Conall, half fighting to free myself, half tormenting him with the blatant offer.
Conall's snarl was heavy and dark in my ear, his chest bowing over my back, soft curls tickling my skin. "Mo chroí, if you don't stop moving, I'll—"
"Fuckme," I finished for him, clawing at the dirt to try and escape, even when it was the last thing I wanted to do.
Conall's growl started soundlessly, a vibration that burrowed over my back and down into my own chest, but it rose in my ear, his breath hot over my shoulder, panting, mouth wide. I froze as teeth braced over my skin, not biting but warning me tostopmoving. One of Conall's arms pulled away, but the other only fastened tight, barely creating room between us for him to shift and poise his cock at my entrance, the tip tucking inside of me.
"Evie," he rasped, tongue barely scraping over the skin of my shoulder.
I whined and thrust myself onto his cock, his roar ringing through his teeth as they tightened on my shoulder. He bucked in answer, his fingers digging into my hair to pull my head to the side, the hand on my belly sliding down to rub at my sex.
The chasing, teasing, fighting, and wrestling had pushed me to the tipping point of a frenzy. I could fall one way into a panic, or another into ecstasy. I was tense, gritting my teeth, already fluttering on Conall's cock as it stroked inside of me.
"I love you," I gasped out, more for myself, to remind myself I was safe, and with Conall.
