to their hiding place.
He had thought he would come across his father at the inn but, so far, he had no luck. Athor liked his ale …and women even more so. He turned to leave when a conversation at a nearby table caused his ears to perk up.
“Have ye heard any news of y er Maggie, Thomas?” The thin little man inquired of his heavyset companion.
“Nay. Me wife is beside ‘erself with worry. Tis nae like the lass ta run off. No one ‘as seen ‘er and I ‘ear tell tha’ other young lasses ‘ave gone missing in neighboring villages.” Thomas took a large gulp of his ale. “If I did nae ken better…I would say the Fae took ‘er.”
The little man nodded in agreement as he commiserated with his friend. “Aye. If tha’ be true ye will ne’er see her again.”
Sorrowful eyes looked up at him. “Tha’ is what I fear.”
Lokai left the inn deep in thought. At least this confirmed that Athor was still in the area although it did not bode well for the missing lasses. His father did not usually leave witnesses to his misdeeds. Perhaps he has done the same to Natasha. If that is true, then he may never find him.
No. He needed her access to the castle. He would not kill her…at least not yet. He wanted his revenge too badly to act too soon against her. Lokai would just have to be patient. Perhaps it was time to bring Garrick back to the mortal realm. Since they believe him to be dead he could watch in disguise. He rejected the thought. Seonaid would sense him immediately. As much as he hated to admit it…he needed to ask his wife of a plan. Her plots were often off the wall with no hope of success, although she might inspire a new train of thought. Lokai smiled as he left for the palace.
***
Warm lips pressed against her aching mouth with a fervent need. She sighed. What a wonderful dream she was having…so real. Diedre wrapped her arms around his strong neck, feeling his blood pulse through the veins corded there. His tongue darted out, stroking her dry lips. Tongue? Who is kissing me? Or should I say ‘who am I kissing’? She gasped as her eyes flew open. She struggled to disentangle herself from the man’s arms.
“Hold, Sprite! It is your husband .”
“Lokai?” She ceased her struggles as her sleepy eyes began to focus in the dark. He smiled at her dishabille. Platinum tresses f ell over her heart-shaped face. Her satiny gown of the palest pink clung to every delicious curve of her petite body. His eyes were drawn to the bulge of her stomach. She had grown considerably in the past sennight. He was pleased.
Placing his hand lightly over her womb he could sense that his son was a healthier size now. His hand crept up to her sensitive breast, marveling at how quickly she responded to his touch. He leaned toward her and began nibbling on the silky juncture where her neck and shoulder met. Diedre shivered with desire, moaning in her pleasure. His cock jerked in response. He could smell her desire intertwined with the fragrance of jasmine…her favorite scent. He inhaled deeply, heady with the urge to join their bodies into one. With a thought…their clothing disappeared.
Diedre ran her fingers through his golden locks as he nibbled, then swept her hands down his chiseled biceps. She kissed his strong shoulder running her hands down his spine to his buttocks, giving them a squeeze. She had missed his caresses, his melodious voice, and his gentle touch. Her heart constricted with the force of her love of Lokai as her hips thrust toward him demanding satisfaction. His large hand stroked her mound as she parted her thighs to give him better access. A wave of heat rushed through her.
“I cannot wait Lokai! I need you now!” Her voice seductive…raspy with want.
He rose up on his forearms staring deeply into her aqua eyes dark with desire. He captured her breast suckling hard. She cried out in pleasure thrusting it toward him. He moved to the other, licking the peak playfully, then suckling it the
He had thought he would come across his father at the inn but, so far, he had no luck. Athor liked his ale …and women even more so. He turned to leave when a conversation at a nearby table caused his ears to perk up.
“Have ye heard any news of y er Maggie, Thomas?” The thin little man inquired of his heavyset companion.
“Nay. Me wife is beside ‘erself with worry. Tis nae like the lass ta run off. No one ‘as seen ‘er and I ‘ear tell tha’ other young lasses ‘ave gone missing in neighboring villages.” Thomas took a large gulp of his ale. “If I did nae ken better…I would say the Fae took ‘er.”
The little man nodded in agreement as he commiserated with his friend. “Aye. If tha’ be true ye will ne’er see her again.”
Sorrowful eyes looked up at him. “Tha’ is what I fear.”
Lokai left the inn deep in thought. At least this confirmed that Athor was still in the area although it did not bode well for the missing lasses. His father did not usually leave witnesses to his misdeeds. Perhaps he has done the same to Natasha. If that is true, then he may never find him.
No. He needed her access to the castle. He would not kill her…at least not yet. He wanted his revenge too badly to act too soon against her. Lokai would just have to be patient. Perhaps it was time to bring Garrick back to the mortal realm. Since they believe him to be dead he could watch in disguise. He rejected the thought. Seonaid would sense him immediately. As much as he hated to admit it…he needed to ask his wife of a plan. Her plots were often off the wall with no hope of success, although she might inspire a new train of thought. Lokai smiled as he left for the palace.
***
Warm lips pressed against her aching mouth with a fervent need. She sighed. What a wonderful dream she was having…so real. Diedre wrapped her arms around his strong neck, feeling his blood pulse through the veins corded there. His tongue darted out, stroking her dry lips. Tongue? Who is kissing me? Or should I say ‘who am I kissing’? She gasped as her eyes flew open. She struggled to disentangle herself from the man’s arms.
“Hold, Sprite! It is your husband .”
“Lokai?” She ceased her struggles as her sleepy eyes began to focus in the dark. He smiled at her dishabille. Platinum tresses f ell over her heart-shaped face. Her satiny gown of the palest pink clung to every delicious curve of her petite body. His eyes were drawn to the bulge of her stomach. She had grown considerably in the past sennight. He was pleased.
Placing his hand lightly over her womb he could sense that his son was a healthier size now. His hand crept up to her sensitive breast, marveling at how quickly she responded to his touch. He leaned toward her and began nibbling on the silky juncture where her neck and shoulder met. Diedre shivered with desire, moaning in her pleasure. His cock jerked in response. He could smell her desire intertwined with the fragrance of jasmine…her favorite scent. He inhaled deeply, heady with the urge to join their bodies into one. With a thought…their clothing disappeared.
Diedre ran her fingers through his golden locks as he nibbled, then swept her hands down his chiseled biceps. She kissed his strong shoulder running her hands down his spine to his buttocks, giving them a squeeze. She had missed his caresses, his melodious voice, and his gentle touch. Her heart constricted with the force of her love of Lokai as her hips thrust toward him demanding satisfaction. His large hand stroked her mound as she parted her thighs to give him better access. A wave of heat rushed through her.
“I cannot wait Lokai! I need you now!” Her voice seductive…raspy with want.
He rose up on his forearms staring deeply into her aqua eyes dark with desire. He captured her breast suckling hard. She cried out in pleasure thrusting it toward him. He moved to the other, licking the peak playfully, then suckling it the
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