Page 101 of Tin God

Carwyn closed his eyes at the pleasure of her kiss.

She nibbled softly along his jaw, and he grew harder, his erection straining against the heavy canvas pants he’d worn on the boat.

She lifted one leg, wrapping it around his waist and drawing him down to her body.

“I want your weight,” she whispered. “Please.”

He jerked his head from her ministering lips and gazed at her, blood marking the border of his kiss. He looked down at her red-smeared breasts, which were still swollen with pleasure, and her body, bare and wet. He could smell her arousal as heavy as her blood.

“Never leave me again.”

She shook her head. “Wherever we go, we go together.”

“Never use yourself as a shield for me.”

She blinked. “Carwyn?—”

“Promise me.” He bared his fangs. “Promise. Me.”

She lifted her chin. “I’ll shield you, and you’ll shield me. Try to make me promise otherwise and you’ll be disappointed.”

“Fucking stubborn woman.” He pushed away from her, stood, and shoved his pants down his legs, stepping out of them as he fell on her. “You infuriating, stubborn woman.”

“Infuriating.” She wrapped an arm around his neck. “Stubborn.” Threw a leg around his waist. “Man.” She arched up, and Carwyn drove into her body, sinking to the hilt as she wrapped her other leg around his hips and pulled him in.

The earth around them shuddered as he made furious love to her. She kept her arm around his neck and sank her fangs into his shoulder. Carwyn erupted in pleasure, and she wrung him dry, holding him to her body as his chest heaved and he paused, waiting to grow hard again.

“I love you.” She kissed his neck and whispered, “I missed you every day. I wanted to cry every time I went to sleep without you.”

“Damn you, woman.” His body grew hard at her tender words. He closed his eyes, rolled them over, and pulled her on top of him. “Ride me.”

Putting his hands on her hips, he slowly lifted her up and down his body, stroking her clitoris as she arched back in pleasure.

“I’m going to make you come again,” he said, “then I’m turning you over and biting your sweet arse, Brigid Connor.”

“Is this how you teach me a lesson?” She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. “Because if it is, you can teach me every night.”

He spread his hand and smacked her backside as she rode him. “Every night and every day.”

“Yes please.”

For the first time in weeks, he felt like laughing. “What you do to me, Brigid.”

“Likewise.” She bent down and placed a gentle kiss on his swollen lips, tapping his fangs with her own. “I love you, you infuriating giant.”

“I love you too… you unholy imp.”

ChapterTwenty-Four

Ben felt the ground rock with several minor earthquakes that were probably going to confuse human geologists for a while.

“It’s good,” Tenzin said from her position curled into his side. “It lets off tension.”

“Yeah, they both looked pretty worked up.”

“I mean from fault lines. Alaska is very geologically active.”

He smiled. “Right.”

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