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She tried to move, but he held her fast. When she was within a hairsbreadth of begging, he withdrew very slowly, swirled the head of his cock in a circular motion around her opening, and pressed back inside. Around the third or fourth long, slow stroke, he settled one of his hands between her legs and teased her nub with knowing fingers.
The song he’d sung before rose around her, the notes poignant, evocative, laden with seduction and unslaked lust. She raised her voice to join him and magic shimmered in the air, turning it to molten silver around them.
She melted into another orgasm, followed by one more. He drove into her faster, and the cadence of his breathing quickened, became more ragged as music rose and fell around her. Even though she couldn’t see him, she knew his nipples were hard and his balls snugged against his body. He teased and tweaked her clit, stopping and starting, forcing her to ride the edge of another peak. His cock swelled inside her, and he gave up any pretense of control.
Music spiraled everywhere, joining colors in a kaleidoscopic display. The spasms of his release rocked her, and she convulsed around him. Long moments passed before she came back into herself.
After a final, playful twitch, he pulled his still-erect cock from her body and tugged her upright. Angus turned her to face him and kissed her gently before bending to coax her small clothes and trousers back up her legs. She worked on her laces while he jockeyed himself back into his breeches and did them up.
Love streamed from him, picking up the silvery motes that still danced in the air and spinning them in joyful aerial displays. He tipped her chin with one hand so she had to look at him. “How can you walk away from this?”
“I doona know if I can, but I had a thought. Two actually.” She sucked in a nervous breath. What she was about to ask held risks. For one, he’d find out about their child, but he’d have to sometime.
“I’m listening.” His expression was so solemn, it tugged at her heart.
“The first is easy. If we bide a bit more here, ’tis possible, the time shaft will allow us back inside. We canna be the first who’ve misbehaved in its folds.”
He sent a bawdy wink skittering across the short distance between them. “And how shall we while away the waiting time?”
Arianrhod rolled her eyes. “Men! Not that I wouldn’t love to wrap myself in your body and never surface, but if we can find a place to build a fire, mayhap ye can dream if we have a future. While ye’re there, ye can hunt for Mitha’s accomplice.”
“I’ve never asked the visions for two separate things.”
“Does that mean ’tisn’t possible?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. If I have to enter a trance twice, it will take longer, but that’s not the end of the world. First off,” he cast his gaze around them, “we need to find somewhere we can settle for a while.”
“I’ve already looked. Shepherds’ huts dot the hills above us. Many are empty now, but I canna tell if their owners’ return is imminent.”
He held out a hand to her. “Let’s find out.”
She grasped it and walked beside him up a steep, muddy hillside. Whatever the oracle—or whoever gave him his visions—revealed would determine much. Walking away would’ve been far safer and more prudent.
Except she couldn’t do it.
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“Over there.” Angus pointed at a small stone hut with a sod roof, clearly left over from the sixteen or seventeen hundreds. “Part of the roof’s falling in, but the hearth could be intact. At least we can be confident no one will bother us.”
“Heather and gorse will give us something to burn—once we dry them out.”
“Maybe we’ll get lucky and there’ll be a sod block or two inside.”
She elbowed him. “Are ye always this optimistic?”
His smile vanished, replaced by a webbing of fine lines around his eyes and a thoughtful expression. “I wasn’t optimistic at all—until I met you.” More words wanted out, but he smothered them. Last time he told her he loved her, she had a meltdown, and she still hadn’t exactly told him why.
Maybe if I was one of the gods, I’d understand what her position in the Pantheon means to her.
They reached the hut and he stepped over a high sill into the small, dark space. The piece of animal hide that had once covered the opening had long since moldered to dust. Bats squealed and brushed against him in their hurry to exit. He looked for mice, but didn’t find any. The piquant, peppery smell of bat guano tickled his nostrils. The floor was inches deep in the stuff.
“Och, and ’tis a wee bit close in here.” Arianrhod moved to his side. She still glowed from their lovemaking, but she summoned her mage light and cast it about the hut. A recessed hole at one end had once been a fire pit. Blackened stones rose above it to the low ceiling.
Angus kicked a path to the pit and brushed a clear place in front of it. Once he had a reasonably clean place to kneel, he craned his neck to look up the flue. Arianrhod’s light obligingly floated a few inches up the dark outlet shaft.
“Here.” She handed him what had once been the handle to something. Though it was splintered off at one end, it was still a stout length of wood. He jammed it into the opening until debris cascaded into an untidy heap. Dust rose, and he covered his nose and mouth with a bent elbow. When he bent to look next, he saw daylight at the other end.
“All we need now is tinder,” he said.
