Indecent: The Moray Druids #2 (Highland Historical) by Kerrigan Byrne Page B

I will let them defeat me.”
    Niall threaded his hands into her hair cupping her scalp and pulling her back to look at him. “Take me then, little Druid,” he commanded. “Take my strength and use it in your battle. I will gladly give it to you, my mate, and let you wield it against our enemies.”
    “But…” she sniffed. “We’ll have to…”
    A wicked smile stretched Niall’s lips as anticipatory lust speared him. “I’ll just have to tolerate it, I suppose, benevolent marauder that I am.”
    The sparks rekindled in her eyes, as well, and Niall had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. “If you’re offering your power, you’ll have to give it to me where before I took.”
    “I’ll give it to you,” he promised with a husky growl, and yanked her dress from her body.

Chapter Seven
    His fair eyes were even more disconcerting than the black pits his Berserker’s had been. They were keen yet merciless as they traversed the curves and valleys of her naked body.
    The air turned hot and heavy, thick with tension and passion, blooming with the scent of a storm. Whether it brewed outside, or between them, Kenna was too lost in the moment to care. All she knew was when it broke, she wanted to be clinging to this man, to his strength. Not just that of his massive shoulders or immense thighs, but also the strength of his character, the self-assured courage that bled from his every pore.
    Niall’s tunic and trews were discarded in a few jerks, and before Kenna had the time to do an appreciative inspection of her own, she was swept into his arms and deposited onto the window seat.
    He remained standing, his impressive erection reaching toward her from a swirl of golden hair and sinewy hips.
    To Kenna’s shock, her mouth and loins flooded with moisture, rending an answering noise from Niall’s throat. It rippled over her skin like silk and velvet, a sensual abrasion of sound and desire.
    “Take me, Kenna,” he commanded softly. “Taste my need.”
    His dark words sent her heart pounding against her breast bone. Heat welled within her veins and left her feeling shaky, jittery, and quite… aroused. The muscles in her loins clenched as though anticipating his intrusion, but first…
    She parted her lips, letting her hot breath caress the bulbous head of his cock before closing her warm mouth around it. He tasted wild, like clean sweat and carnal sin.
    An unnatural sound ripped from his throat as he gently cupped the back of her head, his fingers gliding through her thick fall of hair and then gripping it. His breath became rapid and shallow as she slid her tongue across the small slit at his head, indeed finding the slick drop as evidence of his need.
    His shaft didn’t go far inside her mouth before it became too much, but he didn’t push. He stood, his knees locked, head thrown back to the moon as though about to howl like a Dire wolf, letting her mouth do with him what she would.
    Only desperate gasps escaped him or sometimes guttural words in his harsh language as she began a rhythmic, pulling exploration of his sex. He was hot inside her mouth, and she felt her sensitive lips stretch around thick veins that she found curiously exciting.
    She was about to take so much from him, of course she could give him this. His pleasure made her feel powerful in a way that had nothing to do with magick. It was as though she held his very soul in her hands, her mouth. His gasps and groans sounded as close to pleas as Kenna imagined a man such as he would ever make.
    And he made them for her.
    A gentle pulse in her mouth and a harsh sound was her only warning before she found herself shoved up against the window, her thighs wrenched open, and his heavy weight bearing her down. The smooth heat of his sex pressed against the slick warmth of hers, but he didn’t shove inside her like she expected him to.
    Instead he kissed her. Hard. Devouring her mouth as he took her breasts in his hands, and thumbed the nipples