Yet he was right behind her. "Breaststroke?" he said in a rumbling voice. "Sounds like a great idea."
Not really. The water streamed past her nipples, turning her on even more. Her hair must've come loose because strands tickled across her breasts. She chanced a look over her shoulder. By the way his molten gaze narrowed, she got the sense that he liked the chase.
I think I might too.
Reaching the bank, she scrambled up the edge. He looked like he was about to lunge for her, so she dived, arcing over his head to start for the opposite shore.
As she surfaced, he was still groaning. "That image'll stay with me for the next nine hundred years."
She was gunning for land when he snagged her ankle, snatching her back to him. When they were face-to-face, he informed her, "Playtime's over, mate. I mean to be inside you." Then he looped his arm around her thighs, lifting her until she was forced to bend over one brawny shoulder.
"What the hell are you-"
Smack! Down came his palm across her wet bottom.
"MacRieve!" She wriggled over his shoulder, no longer surprised by how that turned her on. Her stiff nipples grazed his back with each step he took toward the shore.
"That's what happens if you make me chase you." Another smack! "And that's what'll happen if you doona make me chase you."
When he started kneading her there, she bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning.
He sloshed through the water to a grassy bank that dropped off to the lake. "Down you go." He settled her so she was sitting with her feet still in the water, and with him between her knees. Their faces were level, which meant her breasts were within easy reach of his mouth.
He inhaled deeply. "Rough play got to you again? How I'm goin' to enjoy discovering everything that pushes your buttons."
Busted. She lifted her chin. "And what pushes yours?"
He reached beneath the surface, pulled off his swim trunks, then tossed them on the shore. "Simple. Tawny-haired female footballers who like to have their arses swatted. Gets me every time."
Her lips parted around shallowing breaths.
He brushed a drop of water from the bottom one. "You're all wet. I told you that you'd never need a towel when I'm around," he said, raising his hands to cup both her breasts. He bent his dark head over them, lowering his mouth to one.
He alternated nuzzling kisses on her nipples. When he scraped his stubble over the tips, she gasped with delight.
Then he gave a loud suck on one peak, rendering it swollen red. He moved to the other one, repeating the process.
When he blew on them, she cried, "MacRieve!"
"You tortured me thus when you suckled on my cock." He rasped in her ear, "I'll do the same with your wee clit, sucking till it's throbbing, then blow on it."
She whimpered. Not fair, and he knew it! His brogue plus dirty words equaled Chloe about to orgasm.
He kept at her breasts until she was murmuring, "Please," over and over.
"Shall I make you come just from nursing your sweet tits?"
How about just from talking? He could make her come from his voice. She beat against his back, but he just chuckled against her skin.
Yet when he hooked his fingers into her shorts, she gave herself a mental shake and stayed his hands. She had an agenda-and a championship trophy at stake. "Um, wait. I don't know about sex."
He drew back to face her. "What's wrong?"
"MacRieve, twice is really damned close to three times." She gave a nervous laugh. "The succubus hat trick?" She wanted to win him over; they shouldn't be rushing into anything.
And what if she got pregnant from this time? Munro had said succubae had cycles throughout the year, but he didn't know when or how a cambion could get pregnant. Considering MacRieve's past, how would he react to part-Ubus kids? "I'm just saying it's a big step, and I don't want you to have any regrets."
"We're already bound by fate, Chloe. What if I would do anything to have you? Even something that . . . that I'd no' envisioned for myself?"
Of course he hadn't envisioned a bond with a succubus. But his admission seemed to carry a wealth of sentiment.
"Can't we just take this more slowly?" Today she'd glimpsed what life with him could be like, and she wanted it.
"I would dearly love to take you when you are no' hungry. When you would no' strew. When I could have control of my own actions." Though his tone was even, his bearing told her he was aching for this.
Her resistance was melting.
"I dinna want to make you nervous, but tomorrow night's the full moon."
"What does that mean?"
"My beast will rise. It'll seek to mate you all night, with much more power. I'll have no control over it."
"Remember, I don't have a problem with your beast. We got along great."
MacRieve's expression was disbelieving, like a wolf sensing a trap-because the bait was too good to be true. "Then you'll receive me under the moon? If I feed you between now and then, you'll be strong enough to take me."
The bond would definitely be completed tomorrow; today would make no difference. Was she ready for this?
"You have tae feed, mo chridhe."
My heart. He hadn't called her that since the day of her turning.
He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek. "I canna be easy until you have fed at least once a day. Besides, you will no' want tae miss what I've in store for you."
The sinful look in his eyes made her stutter, "N-no?"
He kissed her neck, her jawline, her ear, telling her, "I plan tae lick your sweet cunny right up tae the point when it's quivering, about tae release right on my tongue. Then I'm goin' tae fit my thick cock inside your sheath, fucking you till you come all over me."
She moaned, "You're not playing fair." She was losing this battle-happily losing it. So why was she still wavering?
"Play fair?" He gave a husky laugh. "If you understood how badly I want you, then you would no' even expect me tae. . . ."
Will's shaft pulsed, his ballocks full for her. He loved that Chloe responded to dirty words; now that he'd learned the power of them, he knew he was just going to get worse.
Sex as a man was infinitely more exciting than sex as a beast.
So stay down, creature. As if in answer, his beast started prowling.
When Will reached for her shorts, this time she lifted up to help him remove them. Once she was unclothed, he savored the sight.
Her vivid eyes were heavy-lidded, and sunlight glinted off the drops all over her supple body. He would never tire of seeing her breasts swelling for his greedy gaze, her nipples pouting for his mouth. Never tire of seeing her shapely legs trembling with anticipation. The way the tawny thatch of hair between her thighs sheened in the sun . . .
Leamsa. Mine. At that moment, he didn't feel cursed-quite the opposite.
Determined to make her come during sex, he decided he would take her to the very edge. She'd pay for all her talk of whiskey dick and uneven scores. "Spread your legs for my kiss."
When she dutifully did, her heart sped up.
"My wanton mate loves tae be tongued." As he bent down to her sex, her luscious lips were pink and glistening. He used his thumbs to spread her moist folds wide, then thrust his tongue inside her.
She mewed, arching her back and drawing her knees up around his head.