air.
When it was done, he positioned her in the center of the bed and then collapsed down beside her.
Isabel took a moment to regain control—Aed had touched her more intimately than she’d planned, but it wasn’t the physical touch that scared her, it was the emotional connection.
She looked over at Aed, brushed a lock of hair from his face. There was more to the quiet warrior than met the eye.
“The humans have a saying.” She traced the line of his cheekbone.
“Hmm?”
“Still waters run deep. And your waters run very deep indeed, Aed mac Goll.”
He pulled her tighter against his side.
Isabel stroked the muscles of his chest, then traced the defined lines of his abs. “I see why the Fianna are such renowned warriors.”
He snorted. “War and sex are not the same thing.”
“Aren’t they?”
“No. War is far less dangerous.”
At that she laughed. Rolling over onto him, she propped her chin on his chest. He opened one eye and looked at her.
“I must say I am very glad about that Fianna rule.”
He raised his brows. “We have many rules.”
“Oh? Well, I once read that a Fenian, a warrior of the Fianna, could not refuse a lady’s advance.”
His mouth opened, then closed. “Uh, you knew about that?”
Isabel laughed. “So it is true?”
“Not any longer. That rule caused us much trouble in the past.” He grabbed her ass. “Is that why you invited me in, because you thought I couldn’t refuse?”
“No. I would have invited you in anyway. It just made you a sure bet.” She wasn’t sure he’d understand the somewhat modern phrase, but the way he rolled his eyes said that he understood enough.
“Look at it this way—now you can tell them I forced you.” Isabel sat astride him, rubbing her sex on his semi-erect cock. She shivered as it brushed her clit.
Aed tightened his hold, stilling her hips. “I thought this was our secret?”
She smiled. “It is.”
Isabel rolled off him and then off the bed and onto her feet. Old habits died hard and she liked to bathe after sex. “I’d like to wash. Is that a water closet?” She pointed to a door beside the fireplace. She hoped that the castle boasted running water. Surely a people with the power of the Tuatha de Danaanwould have amenities.
He nodded and closed his eyes.
As pleased as a cat with cream, Isabel strolled into the bathroom.
Aed yawned and rubbed his forehead. As the last reverberations of pleasure faded from his body, exhaustion stole over him. He’d been tense for days, preparing for Isabel’s arrival. After that bout of truly incredible sex, it was hard to be anything but relaxed. Out of habit he rose and redressed, using a little puff of air to quickly thread the laces Isabel had pulled out.
He’d had sex with a vampire.
She was nothing like he’d expected.
Both those thoughts merited further contemplation and study when he had time. He finished tying the laces by hand, then called back his armor. The weight of the metal settled on him, while the weight of the magic he’d used to vanish it lifted from his mind. He dismissed the dark coating that he used to camouflage the shine of metal when he was out at night, leaving his armor gleaming silver with gold inset patterns.
A wave of weariness washed over him. Aed frowned. He shouldn’t feel so tired. Maybe the tension of the past few days had taken more of a toll than he’d accounted for.
He rubbed his head again, releasing some of the other enchantments and wards he’d enacted in preparation for meeting Isabel. The less magic he was using, the less drain there’d be on his energy.
It was stuffy in the room. The banked fire seemed to roar with heat, and the air smelled like stale sex and sweat. His armor tripled in weight between one breath and the next. He tried to vanish it but didn’t have the mental strength. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He was roasting, like a pig in an oven.
Just outside the room the cool, sweet air of Tara was waiting, ready
When it was done, he positioned her in the center of the bed and then collapsed down beside her.
Isabel took a moment to regain control—Aed had touched her more intimately than she’d planned, but it wasn’t the physical touch that scared her, it was the emotional connection.
She looked over at Aed, brushed a lock of hair from his face. There was more to the quiet warrior than met the eye.
“The humans have a saying.” She traced the line of his cheekbone.
“Hmm?”
“Still waters run deep. And your waters run very deep indeed, Aed mac Goll.”
He pulled her tighter against his side.
Isabel stroked the muscles of his chest, then traced the defined lines of his abs. “I see why the Fianna are such renowned warriors.”
He snorted. “War and sex are not the same thing.”
“Aren’t they?”
“No. War is far less dangerous.”
At that she laughed. Rolling over onto him, she propped her chin on his chest. He opened one eye and looked at her.
“I must say I am very glad about that Fianna rule.”
He raised his brows. “We have many rules.”
“Oh? Well, I once read that a Fenian, a warrior of the Fianna, could not refuse a lady’s advance.”
His mouth opened, then closed. “Uh, you knew about that?”
Isabel laughed. “So it is true?”
“Not any longer. That rule caused us much trouble in the past.” He grabbed her ass. “Is that why you invited me in, because you thought I couldn’t refuse?”
“No. I would have invited you in anyway. It just made you a sure bet.” She wasn’t sure he’d understand the somewhat modern phrase, but the way he rolled his eyes said that he understood enough.
“Look at it this way—now you can tell them I forced you.” Isabel sat astride him, rubbing her sex on his semi-erect cock. She shivered as it brushed her clit.
Aed tightened his hold, stilling her hips. “I thought this was our secret?”
She smiled. “It is.”
Isabel rolled off him and then off the bed and onto her feet. Old habits died hard and she liked to bathe after sex. “I’d like to wash. Is that a water closet?” She pointed to a door beside the fireplace. She hoped that the castle boasted running water. Surely a people with the power of the Tuatha de Danaanwould have amenities.
He nodded and closed his eyes.
As pleased as a cat with cream, Isabel strolled into the bathroom.
Aed yawned and rubbed his forehead. As the last reverberations of pleasure faded from his body, exhaustion stole over him. He’d been tense for days, preparing for Isabel’s arrival. After that bout of truly incredible sex, it was hard to be anything but relaxed. Out of habit he rose and redressed, using a little puff of air to quickly thread the laces Isabel had pulled out.
He’d had sex with a vampire.
She was nothing like he’d expected.
Both those thoughts merited further contemplation and study when he had time. He finished tying the laces by hand, then called back his armor. The weight of the metal settled on him, while the weight of the magic he’d used to vanish it lifted from his mind. He dismissed the dark coating that he used to camouflage the shine of metal when he was out at night, leaving his armor gleaming silver with gold inset patterns.
A wave of weariness washed over him. Aed frowned. He shouldn’t feel so tired. Maybe the tension of the past few days had taken more of a toll than he’d accounted for.
He rubbed his head again, releasing some of the other enchantments and wards he’d enacted in preparation for meeting Isabel. The less magic he was using, the less drain there’d be on his energy.
It was stuffy in the room. The banked fire seemed to roar with heat, and the air smelled like stale sex and sweat. His armor tripled in weight between one breath and the next. He tried to vanish it but didn’t have the mental strength. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He was roasting, like a pig in an oven.
Just outside the room the cool, sweet air of Tara was waiting, ready
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