Exhausted, her knees gave out, and she felt his weight come down on her.
When her breath evened, she quipped, “So that’s what it feels like to be pinned.”
A hand went to her belly, and Conall rolled to his side, keeping himself within her. “Yes.”
His response wasn’t the one she wanted, and Vivienne tried to pull away to face him. She cried out as a slight pinch rushed through her center, and Conall’s hands secured her waist, holding her steady.
“What?” she asked breathlessly, moving her hand down to where they were still joined. She moved her hips gingerly, feeling the fullness still within her.
He nuzzled her neck, kissing her shoulder as his fingers moved down to pet her intimately. “I won’t be able to leave you for a few more minutes. It happens whenever males of our species pin females.”
How? She didn’t ask but her brain was swirling with possibilities.
“Although we look human, we are different,” he spoke softly. “When we near our release, the base of our…anatomy…swells, which allows us to pin our females.”
Her body heated at Conall’s explanation, but she felt a surge of anger at the thought that he could have done something so intimate with someone else. Not just anyone else: Samia.
“How many women have you pinned?” As soon as the question left her mouth, she wanted to take it back. It shouldn’t matter, he was hers now, but Samia’s taunts were sending her into a jealous frenzy she didn’t quite like.
“One.” The answer was immediate.
“You don’t have to lie to me. It doesn’t really matter—”
His hands tightened around her waist. “I’ve only pinned one person, Vivienne, and that’s you. I shouldn’t have done it that first time, but I couldn’t control myself.”
Her brows lifted. What was he talking about?
“You didn’t forget, did you?” he murmured, and a vivid image of them came into her mind.
They were in the hotel. She was on her hands and knees, and he was behind her. She was pleading, saying she couldn’t, that it was too much, but he was persistent, arousing her to a state of frenzy, and then he’d…pinned her. She remembered. How could she have forgotten?
“Why do you ask?”
“Nothing. I was curious.”
He moved, pulling his hips away from hers slowly. He slid out with a wet plop, leaving Vivienne with a feeling of emptiness. She had little time to ponder that for he pushed her onto her back and came over her.
“You were jealous.”
He kissed her, dipping his tongue into her mouth as his hand slipped between her thighs. The man was insatiable. As she parted her thighs, she knew that when it came to him, she was probably more so. He drew his fingers over her sensitive sex and she shivered, trying to remember the last thing he’d said.
“I was not—”
“You have nothing to be jealous of, alainn.”
A long finger invaded her body and she moaned, lifting her hips and clutching at the digit. Okay, she was jealous. She was extremely, extremely—God that felt good—jealous.
His lips traced hers. “Nothing at all.” With that, he pushed forward, beginning another journey that would lead them both to ecstasy.
***
Cassandre shook her head again, trying in vain to concentrate on the words in front of her. Her parents were arguing…again.
Her father had arrived early in the morning, and from that time, he and Evelyn had started their screaming fest. She guessed her mother had broken the news to him about him being the only human in a family of witches and druids, and he was not taking it well. Who could blame him? Everything went silent. Picking up Alexander’s book, which she’d decided was a spell book and therefore her dream guy was some sort of witch, she made her way over to her locked door. Pressing her ear against it, she listened. Silence—true silence.
She whispered the words that would hide the book, and made her way downstairs. Her mother sat in the living room on one of the couches, a hand thrown over her face, while her father stared blankly ahead.
“Dad?” Cassie whispered, thinking he was oddly fixated on the empty wall.
Evelyn jumped, clutching a hand to her chest and offering Cassie a weak smile.
“Is something wrong, ma chère?” Evelyn sounded tired, and she looked no better. Her usually put-together-mother look was sweaty, and red-eyed.
Cassie shook her head. “Just grabbing something from the kitchen.” It was a lie but she couldn’t very well tell her mother she was spying on the two of them. “Dad, are you okay?”
He didn’t answer. His expression never altered. Evelyn sighed and seemed to shrink right before her daughter’s eyes.