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expected. She could
see now why it would hurt her at first to take him inside of her.
The fact that he’d used her name, not that of the fey creature’s,
didn’t dawn on her until much later.
    Callum lay back and rested on his elbows, his
head thrown back in ecstasy, without any cognizant thought. The
feel of her tiny hands on his engorged manhood was the sweetest
feeling he’d had in the longest time. Too long. Since...well, since
before the night of his marriage to Lara. “That feels good,” he
ground out. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew this was not
right, that he would regret this later. But he had neither the
will, nor the strength to stop this madness before ‘twas too
late.
    Branwenn needed to touch his skin, feel the
bare weight of him without the thin cloth of his braies in the way.
She rose above him and quickly loosened the ties of the garment
that covered his loins. When he was laid bare to her ministrations,
she continued her manipulation of him; learning him, imagining what
it looked like by the feel of it in her hand. For, he’d not allowed
the taper to remain lit for this frank talk.
    His sex was muscular she discovered, and
smooth, the skin hot to the touch. And there was a pouch beneath
it, covered in wiry hair, that she held for a moment in the palm of
her other hand. There were strange orbs that seemed to float inside
it.
    Callum moaned and ground his hips. “Stroke
me, up and down, in quick motions. And hold tight,” he ordered, out
of his mind now with the need to find release. “ Suck me, ” he
thought, not realizing he’d said it aloud, until he felt her lips
on him. He jerked so hard, his hips came a foot off the ground.
“Arghh!”
    Branwenn smiled, a sense of pure feminine
satisfaction invading her psyche. Now she knew what truly pleased
him. She eased onto her knees between his thighs and took him in
earnest with her mouth, licking and sucking him as she continued to
caress and coddle him in her hands. She was determined to make him
“come,” as he called it.
    A slightly salty musk-flavored substance
gently emerged from the rounded head as she stroked upwards and she
realized it must be the “seed” of which he’d just spoken.
    Curious. And extremely heady. Was he coming
now? She didn’t think so, for he didn’t seem to be in that final
state of ultimate delight he’d spoken of so baldly before.
    All at once, he yelled out as his hips surged
up, jamming his manhood deeper into her mouth. In the next instant,
he violently erupted, the turgid muscles under the skin of his sex
rippling against her tongue. Her eyes teared and she began to choke
on the hot seed he spewed as it hit the back of her throat. She
swallowed convulsively. That was unexpected . Afterward, when
he’d settled, his breathing still harsh, but his body as limp as a
damp cloth, she lifted her head and studied him. Gorgeous, pompous,
Callum MacGregor.
    Check-mate.
    * * *
    Callum sighed and opened one eye. Branwenn
had the smile of a very satisfied feline plastered across her
countenance. As well she should. For what she’d lacked in skill, he
thought dazedly, she’d more than made up for in enthusiasm.
    “You want me to do it again?” she asked.
Surprisingly, there was eagerness in her voice.
    He actually felt his manhood stir in
response. This brought him up short and his sex-fogged brain
instantly cleared. He had to get out of here. In seconds he was on
his feet, sore ankle and bruised shoulder bedamned—besides, after
the pleasuring he’d just received from this mite of a lass, he’d
not be feeling pain for some time to come. “I’ll return later this
morn for the key,” he said, stumbling away from her and re-tying
his braies at the same time. Abashed and horrified at his own lack
of self-restraint, he rushed from the cave chamber, without his
cane and with nary a backward glance.
    He was not more than twenty paces down the
passage when he realized that this was not the best course