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"Conall?" I breathed, startled by the force of him.
He smelled like the woods and he was still moving, pushing me around the corner, out of sight, which was a bit of a relief because the Wyrm was stillstaringat me, watching with narrowed eyes.
"Mo chroí," Conall growled, spinning me, pinning me to the wall and pressing himself firmly against me until I was forced to open my legs to make room for his.
My arms settled around his shoulders at last, stroking him through his coat, shocked by the quake of him, the way his entire body seemed to rattle with every breath, full gasps of air against my throat. Conall's arms only loosened enough for his hands to slide down my skirt to grab roughly at my ass, tugging our hips firmly together.
"Are you…are youall right?" I asked, a startled laugh rising from my lips. Bitter smoke clung to his hair and coat, but he was warm and familiar, and my nose was nuzzling into his hair.
"Imissedyou," Conall breathed, and the grip of his hands shifted to gather up fistfuls of my skirt, hauling it up around my waist.
I laughed properly now and reached back to still his hands, my head against the wall, nudging his back so I could find his gaze. Dark circles hung heavily under his green gaze, the color sharp in contrast to the little lines of sleepless red that surrounded his irises.
"I need you, Evie," Conall said, eyes wide, lips turned down. "Please,mo chroí. Ineedyou."
It wasn't seduction butdesperation, and it washed my humor away. I let go of his hands, but he didn't start to tear my skirt up my legs again, and when I took his face in my palms he moaned and leaned his cheek into my touch, sagging bodily into me.
"Please," he rasped, bucking weakly against me.
I brought his mouth to mine for a soft kiss and Conall shuddered and pressed closer, weak, entreating sounds falling from his lips as he hunted for another kiss, and then another, tongue flicking and teeth nibbling. Not rough, notdemanding. Begging.
I pulled away and kissed above the scar on his right brow as he whimpered.
"A little privacy, and I'm yours," I whispered.
CHAPTER27
HOWL AND KNOT
Conall kicked the door open to reveal a dark room with the large and looming figure of a bed at its center. His arms were full of me, of my skirt, his face buried in the now torn collar of my dress, roughly shaven jaw scraping against the top of my breasts as he bit and laved at my skin.
I gasped as he yanked the torn collar open wider and rooted in to find my nipple, suckling on it roughly. He marched us inside the room, the door hanging open behind us. For a moment, I considered reminding him to close it, and then I was dropped onto a large, slightly dusty sheet that covered the bed.
A little privacy, I'd said, and that was what he'd done. I'd always appreciated his eagerness, and I couldn't help but be flattered by it now.
Conall clearly didn't intend to stop. Oh, he would if I asked, I knew that, but he was climbing onto the bed, snarling and trembling, vibrating with holding himself back.
"Do you like this dress?" he asked, pausing with one clawed hand wrapped around my collar, his knuckles grazing my nipple as he waited for my answer.
I arched an eyebrow up at him. It was dark, but I knew he would see the look clearly. "I did before you tore it."
He grunted and then yanked, tugging me up from my splayed position on the bed for a moment before the fabric gave way, silk shredding open down to my navel. "Sorry."
I barked out an awkward laugh at his meaningless apology, and Conall hovered above me, waiting for me to recover.
"God, I missed that sound," he whispered, bending his head and kissing my now exposed shoulder. He moaned and rubbed his bristly cheek against my skin. "I missed the scent of you." He stifled another growl and then he was rising up, pulling at the skirt of the dress, distracted by my hips, groping my ass and burying his face in my stomach. "You're getting stronger."
"Rounder," I allowed. I'd been gaining weight back under Laszlo's diligent care, and I was starting to feel familiar in my own body, soft and lush once more.
Conall managed to shimmy the waist of the dress over my ass, and he took a moment to study those restored curves appreciatively, hands stroking with something akin to reverence. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses over my stomach and then down to where my legs were trapped together, a soft tangle of pale curls covering my mound.
I hadn't bothered with undergarments—Hywel wasn't much more patient than Conall at the moment—but I felt strangely exposed, stretched out on the sheet in this bare and dark room, with Conall still fully dressed in all the layers for traveling.
"So soft," he murmured. "Want to sink into you. Claws, teeth, cock. All of me."
I'd wanted much the same when I first found my sexual appetite with these monsters, and it made me sit up and reach for him.
"Conall."
