Muscles straining to stop himself from climaxing, Fionn tightened his grip on her thighs, spreading her wider, and pumped inside her, rough and true.
It didn’t take long.
Eyes round with disbelief and awe and lust, Rose screamed as another orgasm ripped through her. Finally, Fionn let go, shuddering against her with a hoarse shout as he came long and hard inside her.
Falling against her, his forehead to her throat, he slid his hands up her waist and reveled in the feel of her pulsing and throbbing around his cock. She wrapped her legs around his back, letting out a breathy, stuttered sigh as she arched into him. It was as if she was desperate to milk every last drop from him.
Fionn groaned, his fingers biting in her ribs with need as he ground against her.
He never wanted to let go.
He was fucked.
Literally and figuratively.
Because Fionn realized now that he wanted Rose Kelly more than he wanted revenge. He wanted to lose himself inside her for eternity. Lifting his head from her throat, Fionn stared down at his mate’s passion-flushed face. A dazed, sexy sleepiness filled her expression.
Gods but she was beautiful. Her voracious thirst for life poured out of her, shining, stunning and addictive.
She was his new obsession.
She was everything.
A vital, imperative piece of him, and Fionn Mór realized that if he gave her up, he’d not only destroy the one person that meant most to him, he’d destroy himself, too.
And in doing so, the Faerie Queen would win.
When Rose woke again, the last embers of the fire were dying and the purple sky outside Fionn’s windows told her the sun was on the rise.
Turning her head on the pillow, her hair rustling in her ears with the movement, Rose found Fionn asleep by her side. She smiled as she took in his sleeping face, his eyelashes fluttering as he dreamed.
Although they’d slept by each other’s side, Rose was glad to know she hadn’t dream-walked him. At least she assumed she hadn’t since she couldn’t remember it. It was a worry, a concern. She wanted him to have as much privacy as possible despite their bond.
Control would have to be learned … if it became an issue between them.
If.
Even with the bond between them before all the sex, Rose had never felt closeness with a person like she felt with Fionn. It was incredible. Like they really were two halves of one whole and all that cheesy romantic stuff just happened to be true.
So how could he still cling to his vengeance? When they could have this … forever?
Rose was weary of the hurt. Not just that he would choose his revenge over her but that he would force her to grieve him. Ultimately, she knew she could tell him what Niamh had seen of the future if he opened that gate; however, Rose also knew she’d never be sure if he stayed because he loved her as much as she loved him, or because the world was at risk.
Impatient for her ending, happy or not, she decided in that moment there was no time like the morning after the greatest sex-a-thon EVER to force the subject.
Not wanting to wake him, Rose traveled to her bedroom and concentrated on An Breitheamh and where she’d buried it.
Though she could feel the tingle of it at the edge of her mind, it was like it was blocked from coming to her.
What?
Rose huffed, shivering and naked in her cold bedroom, and tried again.
Nothing.
Hadn’t Fionn told her she could just conjure it?
Unless … she couldn’t travel beyond the castle grounds because of the boundary spell. Maybe Fionn didn’t realize it blocked her from conjuring items from outside the castle too. Either that or she just wasn’t practiced enough at it yet.
Or someone had found her hiding spot and she was trying to conjure it from the wrong location.
The thought caused Rose’s breath to catch.
Oh God. That couldn’t be true.
There was only one sure way to know. Rose would have to leave An Caomhnóir and try to conjure the dagger once she was past the boundary spell. She was sure she’d be able to tell where the boundary ended, being so hyperaware of magic as she was. Still, she’d have to move quickly. The last thing she wanted was Fionn waking up while she was gone