Blood In Fire (Celtic Elementals Book 2) by Heather R. Blair Page B

on. By some genetic lottery, her looks were the sort most people went gaga over. Lacey was smart and insanely organized, even though it may not always seem like it, not to mention beautiful in her own right. But next to Heather, she had always been the ‘cute’ one.
    Most women got damn tired of that shit, damn fast.
    Thank god for her, Lacey wasn’t most people. Heather didn’t know what hell she would do without her Lacey and she didn’t want to know. Tears pricked her eyes and she flopped over, her back to Lacey’s, her stinging eyes focused on the glow of the fire. Why the fuck had Lacey had to come to Ireland anyway? And fallen in fucking love?
    And how the hell had Heather managed to meet Aidan and hook up with him?
    A goddamn vampire.
    Jesus! She had sensed he was dangerous. Well, more than sensed it, she’d seen it. Heather swallowed. It had been the second night she was with him. After both of them had passed out in her hotel bed and not moved again until well after sundown.
    When she had woken up, it had been to Aidan between her legs, his mouth on her. Bringing her so high so fast...Heather only had to close her eyes to feel the dizziness she had felt then and the feel of his hard, muscled shoulders under her thighs...
     
    She came arching against his tongue before she was really awake. Then he used his fingers to make her come again. Then his fingers and tongue together. Over and over until it seemed like she’d been in that room, in that bed forever. Being plunged into one orgasm after another, wave after wave of pleasure tumbling her in delicious riptide she couldn’t break free of.
    Heather couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t move except to buckle and shake and scream under his hands.
    Aidan was unstoppable. She was absolutely limp before he moved over her. That lithe, powerful body hovering above her trembling one. The mere touch of his breath against her skin made her whimper.
    She was too weak to even lift her hands until he slid inside of her in one quick, hard thrust that slammed the headboard against the wall.
    The sound of the brass frame against paneling sang through the room like the clang of a bell while the force of Aidan’s invasion ripped through Heather’s hypersensitive body. Her back bowed off the bed and her mouth opened to scream again, but she couldn’t make a sound. She could only feel.
    Him. Deep inside of her. Thick and demanding and hot. Her hands slapped against his chest, found the smooth, bunched hardness of his shoulders and held on as he rode her until she came again. Her inner muscles clamped down on him so viciously she had the satisfaction of seeing his beautiful eyes roll back in his head before his cry joined her silent one.
    Heather lay there after, slick with sweat, unable do more than breath, each pulse of him inside her like an exquisite, electrical shock. This man made her do things, feel things that she hadn’t even dreamed were possible. She liked to think she knew what good sex was, but Aidan O’Neill increasingly made what she once thought of as 'good' seem rather pathetic.
    The night before he had reveled in holding her on the edge for hours, not letting her go over but bringing her again and again to within a hair’s breadth of orgasm over and over. She had screamed until her throat was raw, then begged in a whisper. She had done everything he wanted and more.
    Just as he had said she would.
    Her release then had been crushing, but this…
    Heather jumped like a scalded cat when she felt his finger run down her arm. His chuckle made her shiver, goose bumps breaking out in a thousand different places, all of them sore.
    “Ready for more?”
    She gasped. “You can’t be serious.”
    He moved experimentally and Heather’s breath hissed out in a near scream.
    “You’ll kill us both!”
    “Hmmm, death by orgasm, no' a bad way to go, love. But I think we are in need of a break.” He cocked his head, watching her face as he slowly pulled out of