it’s time to retire that name. They must think the best way to track Rose is to track you. Plus, they saw you with An Breitheamh. They still think they need that dagger to open the gate. Killing Rose isn’t on the agenda but her blood is still required in the spell.”
The thought of Layton Blackwood anywhere near Rose caused a rumble of noise at the base of Fionn’s throat.
“Guessing that terrifying noise means the mating bond is well and truly snapped into place, so I’ll take this moment to remind you that the Blackwoods have kept their distance from you, Fionn. They haven’t wanted to start a war with you … but if you kill one of them, diplomacy will be over.”
“Bran,” Fionn replied as patiently as he could, which wasn’t very, “if anyone touches a hair on Rose’s head, I’ll rip their fucking throat out with my teeth. I don’t care if it starts World War III.”
Bran released a heavy sigh. “So noted.”
“I’ll deal with this in the morning. Find some way to get the Blackwoods off my land. But as long as Rose is within the castle grounds, they can’t touch her. Still no news of Niamh?”
“Sorry, no.”
That was concerning. “Fine. Call me if anything important happens. But if it doesn’t, leave me be, Bran. I go to Faerie soon. Let me enjoy my mate in peace while I can.” He hung up, thinking how calm those words sounded coming out of his mouth, considering they now lingered in the frosty air like sharp-toothed monsters.
Fionn took long strides back upstairs to his bedroom. Rose had turned onto her side, one of her arms sprawled out across his pillow.
The thought of the Blackwoods out beyond his castle walls had pissed him off, but one look at Rose, warm and delicious in his bed, distracted him immediately. As he slid in beside her, lifting her arm out of the way, Rose rolled sleepily against him and then frowned with her eyes closed. The top of her foot slid up and down his now-naked calf. “Cold,” she murmured.
Grinning, Fionn spilled her onto her back and caressed her belly, slipping his hand between her sweet thighs. “I can warm you, mo chroí.”
Rose’s eyes fluttered open and stared up at him, already flushed from his touch. “Again?”
He chuckled at her disbelieving tone. “Unless you’re too sore.”
Challenge glittered in her sleepy gaze and then she lifted a hand to wave it. “Faerie,” she said, reminding him of the night he’d said and done the same outside La Sagrada Familia.
His laughter was swallowed in her hungry kiss as she pushed against his shoulders, rolling him to his back, apparently not so tired after all.
As she moved on him, her slim hips cupped in his hands, her sultry blue eyes burning into his, Fionn felt the world as he knew it crumbling around him. He slid one hand up to cup one of her small but perfectly formed breasts in his hand, caressing and gently squeezing it as she rode him. He wanted this forever.
Fionn wanted to wake to Rose Kelly every morning, to make love to her, to fuck her, to drown in her. To protect her. Yet to do that, he’d have to give up his revenge against Aine. Hundreds of years of single-minded focus was obliterated by this slip of woman.
Bliss built and built inside him as Rose pressed her small hands to his chest for leverage as her rocking increased. Her features were harsh with passion, her beautiful upside down mouth parted as pants of pleasure escaped from it.
“Fionn, fionn,” she whispered, her voice hoarse as she covered his hand over her breast, forcing him to squeeze harder. Rose took his hand from her hip and slipped it between her legs where they were joined. Understanding what she needed, Fionn pressed his thumb to her clit and began to circle it as her pace quickened.
Rose let out a cry, her face flushed with desire, and Fionn lost control at the sight. He flipped her to her back, gripped her slim thighs in his hands and positioned her legs up and over his shoulders. Her breathing stuttered at the new angle, her arms sprawled above her head on the pillows.
His.
She was his.
Thrusting into her, hard, deep, fast, Fionn’s heart beat wildly as Rose came around him. The tugs on his cock almost threw him over the deep end, but Fionn was determined to shatter her. To give her so much pleasure Rose